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blkkizzat · 4 months

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WFH!Nanami

Work From Home Nanami = best house husband

a/n: lol this is nanami brainrot while I wait for my Toji fic to get beta'd so I know how dog it is. ETA: FYI, this is a semi-repost of a self-ship collab with a now deactivated account. I repurposed my selfship part to reader and expanded to WFH. cw: smut (pussy pounding, gagging on CAWK) fluff, nanami being the perf husband and male specimen per usual wc: 1.6k

WFH!Nanami doesn’t have to worry about waking up early to go into the office but he still rises with the sun to get his day started and do his favorite thing, which is to spoil you. Waking you up with gentle kisses, placing a hot espresso by the bedside and being your personal snooze button when you tell him 5 more minutes (he is so punctual it will be 5 mins on the dot).

You will still likely end up strolling into the office late regardless though because knowing you, you can’t start your day until you’re squirting all over daddy. But this is Nanami, he is nothing if not efficient so your early morning romp is definitely in the shower where he can clean you up after in order to get you out of the door sooner, your breakfast is already packed to-go.

WFH!Nanami love language is acts of service. You never stress about what to do for lunch either because there’s always a Michelin star worthy bento waiting for you next to your keys before you leave for the day.

In fact, what Nanami doesn’t know is that his bento is famous not only around your office, as your envious coworkers gather round to see what your perfect husband has prepared for you today, but also on TikTok. The ‘KentosBentos’ TikTok account you made has over 350K followers who not only watch for the mouth watering yet nutritious bentos but to also hear you gush over the cute little notes your hubby leaves for you.

Your top video has over 2.5 million likes and thousands of swooning women in the comments when WFH!Nanami made you an extra special lobster bento for your birthday and left you the note: ‘In all the world there is no love for me if I don’t have yours. Happy Birthday to my lovely wife, whose smile shines bigger and all the more brighter than the sun, moon and stars.’

Continuing with acts of service WFH!Nanami always has an equally delicious dinner ready for you when you get home. On days you work overtime and arrive home late, there's always a warm bubble bath waiting for you first. You love to rest with your back laid against Nanami’s utterly ripped torso in the tub while his thick arms envelope you. Relaxing into the safety of WFH!Nanami’s hold, your doting hubby kisses your temple and gives your keyboard fatigued hands a delicate massage. Nanami is nothing but a patient yet active listener while you recount your stressful day at work.

On days when you both get the opportunity to work from home you email WFH!Nanami a meeting invite to block off his calendar for 30 min during lunch. The invite is always titled ‘Ken and Barbie’s Lunch Meeting’. The location? ‘Pound Town’ The time? Noon, sharp!

Of course WFH!Nanami never actually schedules it on his work calendar lest his boss sees the meeting. (Gojo would never let him hear the end of it). As a result, since he never actually has the time officially blocked off, on some rare occasions he does actually get booked for a real lunch meeting at Noon that he cannot reschedule.

Meeting or no meeting though you are determined to keep your lunchtime dick appointment with WFH!Nanami. A noon dicking is a noon dicking and it’s a non-negotiable for you as you don’t often get to stay home from work!

WFH!Nanami is focused and poised during his camera-on meetings with his team. Therefore he doesn’t hear you open his office door. Nor does he see you as you drop to the floor with feline grace, hips swaying seductively as you crawl right under his desk. In fact, Nanami does not notice you at all until your soft hands grip his thick powerful thighs and you’re sliding your body up between his legs. Never faltering on-camera, WFH!Nanami’s stiffened jaw and tensed shoulders are the only tell-signs of you palming his rapidly hardening cock under the desk.

WFH!Nanami who tests the absolute limits of the stress ball he keeps handy (usually for tough negotiations) when he feels you press your hot mouth on the fabric covering his dick. You know your stoic husband won't ever outwardly falter when on the clock but you know inside he is a mess. That much is clear to you by the girth bulge straining against his tan fitted slacks.

WFH!Nanami who knows you are upset about him working through your ‘lunch meeting’, but wishes you wouldn’t torture him like this while he’s on the clock. He can tell you are enjoying yourself though as your sinful little tongue drags tiny kitten licks over the hard bulge in his pants. Soon though you are pawing at his zipper and pulling his girthy cock free through the hole, not even bothering to undo his belt. Taking him fully into your mouth, WFH!Nanami bites his inner cheek, when his boss Gojo makes a comment on how he looks more tense than usual when he should be thrilled after closing the biggest deal of the year.

WFH!Nanami who takes a long moment to deeply clear his throat before he calmly relays to Gojo that he is very pleased with the win but already thinking of the next big acquisition for their company. Yet Nanami’s voice hitches ever so slightly when your pink stiletto nails dig into his muscular thighs. It fools the rest of the team but Gojo merely raises a brow before cheerily moving on to the next subject.

WFH!Nanami spares a look downward at you once the work conversation has shifted to see you gazing up at his mouth full of his cock. You wear an angelic look as if he can’t tell the hand that left his thigh and is now slotted between your own isn’t furiously rubbing at your clit. He knows you are pleased at finally drawing a reaction, even a small one, from him while on the clock.

WFH!Nanami whose eyes twitch when he’s closing the call he sees his boss Gojo’s knowing smile and hears the start of the question, “So Nanamin… is Y/N, working from home to–”

WFH!Nanami doesn’t stay to hear the end of the question, quickly exiting the call and ignoring the message pings full of raunchy emojis he receives from Gojo.

WFH!Nanamiwho is still seated grabs you by your hair and ruthlessly face fucks you as soon as his camera turns off. He forces you swallow all eight and a half inches of him as you gag and slobber around his girth. Your jaw begins to ache but your eyes still roll back into your head with pleasure and you go limp in his grasp. You are willingly allowing your loving husband to turn your throat into his personal cocksleeve as you rub your cunt up against his leg, so close to cumming from the chafing of his slacks against your cunt.

Frustrated and annoyed it isn’t long before WFH!Nanami cums himself. His leg you are riding jerks up into you giving you the extra push you need as you moan around his cock and cream on his leg leaving a wet spot. WFH!Nanami has you choking down his thick seed. His cum and your drool dribble down the sides of your face when he finally slides out of the warm cavern of your throat cunny, leaving you panting as you try to catch your breath.

WFH!Nanami wordlessly wipes your face with the tissues he keeps on his desk and promptly ushers you out of this office, locking the door behind you. You aren’t upset though as you know what's in store for you once his work day is over. The locked door is more to keep him IN, than keep you OUT. Nanami would have to take the rest of the day off if he were to properly discipline you now. You being forced to wait and wonder how long he would take to finish his work was part of the punishment anyway.

You know WFH!Nanami is ready to administer your punishment once he calls you out by your FULL government name “Y/N Nanami!” Tonight is different and there is no dinner nor warm bath for you. Just a tired Nanami, weary of his bosses teasing and ready to take out all his frustrations on his wife’s naughty little cunt.

Your cunt in question nearly starts voguing in anticipation as heat pools between your legs once you are called into the bedroom. You already know what time it is once you see WFH!Nanami loosen his tie and take off his belt slowly while sternly saying your name once more.

The belt and tie?

Oh, the belt is used to tie your arms behind you and the tie is now a gag, for having such a filthy cock-loving little mouth he will tell you. It’s not long after that until you are face down, ass up getting pounded into the mattress as WFH!Nanami nearly cracks the headboard with the force he is using to thrust into you. Your cries of “K-Kento!” are muffled into the makeshift gag when a firm slap causes your ass to ripple more aggressively against his pelvis.

Nanami growls deeply into your ear.

“Welcome to Pound Town, Barbie.”

Any muffled cries for mercy fall on deaf ears as WFH!Nanami is too focused on his retribution for your earlier antics as he continues to wreck your pussy from behind. His heavy balls smack against your clit and your sloppy cunt echos vulgar squelches that bounce off your bedroom walls and erotically ring in your ears. The hand pressing your head further into the pillow beneath you is the same hand Nanami wears his wedding band on. It glimmers brightly even in the dimly lit room.

WFH!Nanami loves seeing his ring and remembering his vows in the moment. 💖

©blkkizzat 2024. do not steal works or graphics, do not translate.

a/n: Nanami brainrot overload (i wfh! lord god when is it my turn, bring me a nanami i BEG) and day 18 without adhd meds lol, finally finished something though. Nerd!Geto and The Nursery ft. Toji is soon I promise!

reblog to get your on WFH!Nanami but comments and likes are always appreciated!

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notjanine · 2 years

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oklahoma road trip day one: botanical garden, bookstore, and both restaurants on my itinerary are sadly underwhelming but i try to enjoy myself anyway

oklahoma road trip day two: clinical trial is GO, accidentally find a different bookstore that ends up being the best i have ever visited and it’s right next to a cafe that had a donut so good it brought me to tears

#like i cry about everything EXCEPT food bc that’s like. that’s my thing. i’m usually having too many thoughts to cry.#sometimes something exceptional will make me go no thoughts head empty and that’s generally like my peak food experience #but this donut…….#it was an earl grey cake donut with lavender and like #1. i am not an earl grey bitch (lady grey is my shit)#2. i am not a cake donut bitch (regular fluffy yeasted donuts are my shit)#and 3. i am not a lavender bitch (i think it’s not particularly pleasant and usually used wrong and always too strong)#but i ordered that donut anyway and i will be thinking about it every day for the rest of my LIFE #there was this citrus topping on it that was so……#i also got a watermelon jalapeño (regular fluffy yeasted) donut that was somehow also good #like watermelon without being cloying and #jalapeño actually used correctly (imo) (i’m a jalapeño hater) (anything jalapeño can do serrano can do better)#and the bookstore the bookstore! the variety was insane. there was so much in there i had never HEARD of #and it wasn’t even a weird used bookstore! just curated by some kind of eccentric genius #(i met the guy and explained that i loved the unicorn chronicles as a kid #and have been chasing that kind of proper fantasy novel high my whole adult life #and he was immediately like I gotchu)#GOSH. what a morning i had!#i can’t wait to go back for my follow up appointment at the end of the trial #and i’m trying to be excited without being too optimistic bc i know how clinical trials work so #i know this treatment has <50% chance of helping my condition but #the intervention is a device!#so at the end i’ll just ask which group i was in and if i did end up in the placebo group then i can just #get the details for the intervention and buy my own device do it the right way #(and if they don’t tell me which i’ll just find out when the study is published early next year)#whew ANYWAY. i need to do many big stretches and also lie down on the floor for a while #bc i did drive almost a thousand miles in two days which is. a lot #americans will drive six hours for chips and dip as they say #adventures

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her-favorite · 1 month

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I ❤️ MY BF; M. STURNIOLO

MATT STURNIOLO X F!READER

warnings: none!

a/n: Requested! I was thinking of that one vid of matt + chris picking nick up when he was at the airport so that’s kinda where i was going w/ this at the end - this was my last request/inbox for matt (+ chris) guys i need moreeee 🙏🏻

wc: 1,060 - more so a blurb tbh

SYNOPSIS: After a short period of Matt being away, you made sure to show how much you love him.. on a shirt!

The last few days have been different without Matt.

You’ve spent your time hanging out with his brothers, Nick and Chris, ordering food, watching movies and recording little segments for their vlog they needed to post on Wednesday.

You and Matt have texted back and forth while he was away for a modeling appointment, saying your good morning’s and goodnight’s to each other. You knew he was going to be busy while he was gone, so you tried not to bother him too much, though he always assures you that he loves seeing your messages whenever he gets to his phone.

Once Tuesday rolled around, you couldn’t be more excited for 4 pm to come. Waking up in Matt’s bed, you checked the time before deciding to get up and get ready. While you were in the shower, you could hear faint mumbles and footsteps from Nick and Chris, potentially getting themselves breakfast.

To say you were in a good mood was an understatement. Checking your phone once you stepped foot outside of the shower, you notice a text from your boyfriend.

‘Morning sweetheart! At the airport rn, should be boarding soon. Can’t wait to see you baby’

You couldn’t help the smile that took over your lips, immediately pressing on his contact to reply.

“Wow, you’re in a good mood.” Nick states, looking up from his phone as he sat at the kitchen table. Snacking on whatever he found in the fridge, he chuckles at your attitude.

“Just excited to see him.” You try and play it off, yet the smile on your face doesn’t do much to convince your best friend. He hums sarcastically at your reply, leaning back in his seat.

By the time 3:30 came around, you figured it’d be best to leave around then, so you’d be there on time. The airport was a little ways away and you knew Matt wasn’t going to be able to leave the airport at exactly 4 o’ clock.

Chris sat on the couch as he waited, scrolling through his phone, bothering his brother whenever he felt necessary. A slap echoes through the house as an exaggerated whine of pain follows. With a laugh, you get up from your seat and begin walking to Matt’s room.

“We’ll leave as soon as I change, okay?” You say, hoping they heard you over their insistent arguing. A quick, “okay” was heard from behind you, your mind registering it as Nick’s voice.

Stepping foot inside his room, you grab a shirt from inside your side of the closet, not being able to stop the quiet laugh that left your mouth at the design. Throwing it over your head, you grab your keys off of Matt’s desk and make your way back out into the living room. “Alright, guys, c’mon.” You get their attention, sliding your shoes on.

A burst of laughter reverberates through the air, an immediate smile forming on your face from the sound. “What the fuck are you wearing?” Chris points to your shirt, the wide smile on his face still emitting chuckles.

“Oh my god.” Nick stops in his tracks as his eyes take in your shirt, making you laugh in response. Fixing your shoe, you place your foot back on the ground as you look over at the brothers.

“What do you mean? It’s amazing.” You grin, grabbing the bottom of the fabric and stretching it. You look down at it, the bold ‘I ❤️ my boyfriend’ text standing out with a cute picture of Matt inside the heart. Nick fights a smile as he walks around you, towards your car. Chris chuckles again, pushing his hand out to dap you up, a habit he’s done so much recently, making you grow accustomed to his antics.

Turning around, you head over to your car and get in the driver’s seat. With Chris in the passenger and Nick in the back, the conversation flows easily.

“Look at what Y/N’s wearing.” You hear Nick say behind you as you stop at a red light. Taking a quick glance behind you, you notice his phone swerve over to you, showcasing your shirt to the vlog. Laughing at his actions, you adjust your body to show him your clothes.

“Nothin’ wrong with showin’ the love.” Chris says vivaciously, looking between you and the camera. Humming in agreement with Chris, the light turns green as you press on the gas.

Once Nick turns the camera off, Chris grabs the aux and motions it to you. “Put somethin’ on.” He wiggles the cord, oblivious to you turning the wheel. With a quick deny, only a few minutes away from the airport, Chris whines and doesn’t budge. “Come on!”

“Chris, don’t hand me the aux or else we’ll all miss him.” You reply, laughing as you move his hand away from you. With a groan in response, Chris decides to annoy Nick next.

Finally, you arrive at the airport, pulling into a parking spot. Checking the time, 3:57 stared back at you as you shut your car off. “What’s the plan, Nick?” You look back at him.

“Why don’t we meet him when he walks out.” He says, sitting at the edge of his seat, looking over at you. With a nod, you all get out of your car and make your way toward the doors.

A few minutes later, footsteps catch all of your attention. Nick brings out his phone as he records, getting more footage for the vlog they needed for tomorrow.

“Matt!” Chris yells, jumping and thrashing his arms around to get his brother’s attention. You can’t help but laugh at the man’s antics, your attention drifting back over to your boyfriend.

With his suitcase in one hand, his phone in the other, Matt makes his way over to you three. A wide smile takes over his lips as a laugh escapes his mouth at his younger brother. Waving over at him, Matt’s eyes rake over you, feeling a weight drift off his shoulders.

“Hi, baby,” he smiles and wraps his arms around you, squeezing you into him. You both laugh once Chris joins in, throwing his arms around both of you. “Chris,” he chuckles and pulls away from you, giving his brother a hug. Looking back over at you once he pulls away, he pauses.

“What the fuck are you wearing?”

#matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo fanfic

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holylulusworld · 6 months

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Fool me twice

Summary: You meet the man of your dreams.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, betrayal?, lies, implied smut, plot twist (kinda), secrets, the reader doesn't know Bucky is with the mafia

A/N: Inspired by a post I saw on social media about a spicy legend.

Maybe there will be more. I don't know yet.

Five months earlier, …

Who would have thought that you’d meet the man of your dreams at McDonald’s after a drunken escapade with your best friend.

You yelled at one of the employees, demanding food. “I need a spicy legend!”

“I’m right here, doll!” Someone yelled back, making you squeal. “Try me!”

“I want the same,” your friend slurred and jumped at the employee, peppering kisses all over the poor guy’s face. “Are you spicy too?” She purred and shamelessly wrapped her arms around his neck.

The poor employee tried to handle your friend while the guy strolled toward you. He flashed you an irresistible smile and captured your heart with his soft blue eyes.

“How about I invite you for coffee before you get a taste of my spiciness?” He offered and held out his hand. “You look like you need it.”

“I can’t leave my friend here,” you replied and pointed at your friend. “Oh, shit. Wait…” You gasped as your friend started to strip her shirt off. “Fuck, babe! You can’t do this here!”

Suddenly, sober you stopped your friend from stripping and apologized to the employee.

“I wanna ride him! He looks ready to get eaten,” she whined and tried to get her hands on the guy, but you dragged her away. “Please.”

“No, [BFFs name], we gotta get you out of here!”

“Can I lend you a hand,” the stranger offered. His smile was charming, and you felt your cheeks heat up. But he was still a stranger. “I won’t bite, promised.”

“She likes it when a guy bites her!” Your best friend exclaimed loudly. “Bite her neck and she’ll come like a … uh… waterfall!”

“That is enough [BFFs name]. We don’t know him.” You guided your friend out, ignoring that the cocky guy followed you outside.

“Hey, don’t just run off. Give me your number,” he softly said. “I know you just met me, but I’d like to invite you for coffee.”

You sighed deeply. He was a very handsome guy and seemed to be nice. The problem was you fell for nice guys in the past. In the end, they never were nice guys.

“No.”

“Give him your number, babe,” your friend slurred. “Here!” She threw her purse at him. “My code is 6666!” Your friend grinned. “Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. You can call her doll, though. Save her number and call her tomorrow.”

“I like your friend,” he chuckled as you slapped the back of your friend’s head. “Don’t hurt her. She means well.”

“I want her to get laid!” Your friend grinned at the stranger. “I hope you can dick a girl down like there is no tomorrow.”

“Oh, sweets. I will destroy her,” he replied, smirking darkly. “In a good way, of course…”

Five months later you and the stranger you met are going steady.

He’s charming, irresistible, and yes, he loves to destroy you. Only in the best way possible - of course.

“Bucky, why not,” you whine and tug at his wrist. “I promised my mom we would meet up with her for lunch. You can’t cancel now.”

“Babe, I got an important meeting. I’m sorry, but I can’t cancel the appointment. I wanted to go with you, I swear.”

You sniff, and let Bucky wrap you in his arms. “Next time.”

“Next time.”

He kisses your hair and sighs deeply. It’s one of these days. On these days he’s still a caring boyfriend, but a little more distant.

“I love you,” you whisper, and he kisses your temple. But he doesn’t say it back. Not today. Maybe tomorrow he’ll return it.

“Doll, you gotta see this,” Bucky shows you a picture he took of you while you were sleeping. He smirks at you, making your heart flutter. “You looked so pretty, I had to take a picture.”

“I’m drooling.” You punch his arm. “It’s creepy taking pictures of me while sleeping.”

“I love you and want to memorize every moment with you.”

Today is a better day. He smiles more and tells you he loves you. “I love you too. Maybe next time you can come with me and finally meet my mom. She’s nice, you know. I want her to see how happy you make me too.”

“Wait…you wanted me to meet your mom?” He furrows his brows. “Shit, did I forget a date? I’m sorry.”

“What? Bucky, did you forget that you told me last week you wouldn’t make it? You said something about an important meeting.”

“Oh, yeah!” He scratches the back of his head. “The meeting. Sorry, this week was hell. I forgot about it. Next time, I’ll be there. Promised, doll.”

“Okay,” you snuggle into his chest. “I hope you don’t take more pictures.”

“I can’t promise anything,” he chirps and pats your back. “I’m really sorry that I forgot about the date with your mom.”

Bucky searches for his phone, and curses under his breath. “Babe, did you see my phone.”

“On the nightstand. I recharged it for you, baby,” you poke your head out from inside the bathroom. “Why don’t you join me in here?” You crook your finger and try to lure him in.

“Sorry, I’m late,” he dips his head to look at you. “I wish I had more time.” Bucky bites his lower lip. “If only I could…”

“You can always take a day off, baby,” you purr, and drop the towel covering your modesty. “If you want me to, I’ll call your boss and tell him you need more time for your girlfriend.”

He runs his hands over his thighs, considering you. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he drops the keys in his hands and cups your face. Bucky kisses you fiercely. He moans into your mouth. “I can’t resist you…”

“Bucky? Baby? Oh my god,” you gasp watching your boyfriend limp inside the living room. He’s got a black eye, and his nose is bleeding. Blood soaked his white shirt, and his knuckles are split and bloody.

“It’s nothing,” he shakes his head. “You shouldn’t have seen me like this. I got into a fight and …” Bucky runs one hand down his face. “You should see the other guy.”

“How did you get into a fight at the office?” You carefully touch his face. “Bucky, tell me what happened. I don’t think you got into a fight over a stapler or paperwork. This looks like you tried to kill someone.”

You grab his hand and lift it. “I’m so sorry…” He sniffs. “I thought…back then it was…shit…you’ll hate me.” Bucky cups your face with both hands, wincing at the sting of his wounds.

“I don’t understand, Bucky. What is going on?” Your heart thunders in your chest. Something is off with Bucky tonight, and you fear it’s worse than split knuckles and a black eye. “Please. You’re scaring me.”

“He should’ve stayed with you. And protect you while I’m away,” he drops his gaze and sniffs again. “I didn’t want him to fall in love with you too.”

“BUCKY, I don’t understand a single thing. Did you lose your mind?” You look at Bucky with teary eyes. “This morning you were so happy, and we made love. Now you look like you got thrown under the bus. Please tell me what happened.”

“He wanted me to keep an eye on you for him.” You scream as Bucky’s spit image steps inside the room. He’s wearing the same suit he wore this morning.

“No…no…” you chant and step away from Bucky. “This can’t be. No…I…no…” you shake your head.

“He shouldn’t have fallen for you, or touched you,” Bucky reaches out for you but, you slap his hand away. “It was for your protection. Every time I couldn’t be here, with you, Nick kept you safe.”

“Kept me safe?” You angrily wipe a stray tear away. “Did keeping me safe include fucking me?”

“It was only this once,” Nick hastily says. “I found an excuse to not touch you…” He licks his lips. “This morning you broke my resolve, and we ended up…” Nick shakes his head. “I’m sorry…so sorry, babe. I never wanted you to find out this way.”

“I hate both of you,” you choke out. “And I never want to see any of you again…”

Double the trouble

Tags in reblog.

#nick fowler #bucky barnes #mafia au #mafia!bucky barnes x reader #mafia!nick fowler #bucky barnes x reader #nick fowler x reader #angst

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agaypanic · 6 months

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can u write a chase davenport x baddie like everyone knows she’s fine asf and has no clue why she’s dating him and he’s just super lovey and fluffy

Chase Davenport Dating a Baddie Headcanons

Masterlist

Request Something!

A/N: a bit suggestive in one part but that’s it

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Everyone’s surprised that he pulled someone, period

But seeing that he pulled you specifically?

They act like this is earth-shattering news

Lowkey thought that it was a prank or that he was paying you

“So, Chase, when are we gonna meet this girlfriend of yours?” Leo asked as he and the bionic trio entered the school. To be honest, they half thought Chase was joking when he told them he was in a relationship, but wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Uh… Oh! Seems like right now.” Chase left his siblings to go to his locker, where you were waiting for him. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close to him.

“Oh my gosh, she’s gonna slap him,” Adam said as you raised a hand to Chase’s face. But to everyone’s surprise, you used the hand to pull his face to yours and kiss him.

Adam, Bree, and Leo slowly approached you and Chase, clearly shocked. When you pulled away, you noticed them and gave a wave.

“Hey.”

“This can’t be real.”

Chase is absolutely smitten with you

Follows you around like a puppy

He just wants to do anything that’ll make you happy

“Chase, you don’t have to carry my bags.” You tell him, but you still let him take the bag of things you just bought from your hand. Watching his muscles flex as he grips the multiple bags is definitely a plus.

“I want to.” He shrugs, jutting out his elbow to signal you to take it, which you happily do.

The two of you go through the mall, occasionally popping into another store. Before getting to the food court, you stopped in front of Victoria’s Secret. Getting an idea, you bite your lip to stop from grinning and turn to look at Chase.

“You know Build-A-Bear?”

“Yeah.” Chase nodded, soon perking up. “Oh my gosh, we should go and make mini us’s.” You couldn’t help but smile at the idea and his excitement.

“I was thinking something similar to that.” You say, looking at the store, yourself, and then back to Chase. “More of a… real-life Build-A-Bear.”

Despite being a genius, it took Chase a minute to realize what you were insinuating. But when he did, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Really?” He asked. You nodded, and the next thing you knew, Chase was running into the store with the excitement of a child.

Before you left the mall, you did end up going to the real Build-A-Bear.

If you like getting your nails done, he insists on paying

When you let him pick the color, he gets all giggly

Almost always chooses blue tbh

When he chooses the color, you ask for his initial on one of your fingers to surprise him

“Hey!” Chase greeted you as he entered the salon. Whenever he dropped you off, he’d always pick something up for you after your appointment and would come back right when you were finished.

You met him at the counter, where he gave your nail tech his card before looking at the hand you were holding up for him. He held your hand, smiling as he looked at the nails.

“You got my initial.” He softly cooed, thumb brushing over the white ‘C’ on your ring finger. “So pretty.”

You blushed as he kissed your knuckles, taking his card back before leading you out of the salon by your now interlocked hands. Even though Chase had treated you like this since the beginning of your relationship, and you should’ve been used to it, he never failed to turn you into a giggly, bashful mess.

“I got your favorite,” Chase said when you got in the car, handing you the bag of food. You took a bite, moaning at how delicious it was.

“Ugh, I love you.” You said, grabbing his face with a freshly manicured hand and kissing him. He gently latched onto your wrist, thumb rubbing over the joint.

“I love you too.” He said, stealing another kiss before reaching over to steal some of your food.

#agaypanic #chase davenport x reader #chase davenport #chase davenport headcanons #chase davenport x reader headcanons #lab rats x reader #lab rats

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slvtforfiction · 6 months

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“Hey it’s the girl from the grocery store”

☆ Johnnie Guilbert X Reader ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Fluff :) (Suggestive)

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I had gone into Walmart to do some shopping and afterwards I was going to go to my piercing appointment for my eyebrow.

I walked into Walmart and grabbed a basket,walking over to the soda section to grab a drink.

I grabbed a lemonade can and put it in my basket walking over to where I thought the snack section was.

I ended up finding myself in the bread section and sighed to myself. “Shit,hate Walmart.” I whispered to myself.

I looked at my phone to check the time realising that I had 10 minutes till my appointment and cursed to myself.

I looked around to see two guys with black hair,and walked over to them.

“Hey,excuse me?” I asked as I stood behind them. They looked behind them and the taller man replied. “Hey,what’s up?” He asked.

“Uhm I have a piercing appointment in a few minutes and I can’t find the snack section,do you know where it is?” I asked them,looking at the shorter man I took in his appearance.

He was handsome to say the least,and I smiled at him,putting my long black hair behind my shoulder,before I kept looking in his eyes waiting for an answer.

“Uhm you can follow us.” The shorter man said and I smiled at him, “Thank you,love.” I smiled and we walked towards the aisle together.

The taller one walked infront as we fell behind from him a bit. “So what your name?” I asked him.

“His names Jake and I’m Johnnie.” He smiled “My names Y/n.” I said smiling as I fiddled with my hair.

“I like your outfit.” He said smiling back at me. My outfit had been thrown together,a black crop top and some black ripped jeans.

“Awh,thank you,I like yours too.” I replied as we reached the aisle. “Could I get your number?” I asked him and he smiled at me as I admired the eyeliner and eye shadow he had put around his eyes.

“Oh yeah ofcourse.” He said and I handed him my phone as he typed in his number. “Thanks guys,I’ll see you later.” I said smiling at Johnnie before I walked off to grab a bag of crisps then walked to the checkout.

You:

Hey it’s the girl from the grocery store :)

Johnnie:

Hey!

You:

Hiiiii

Johnnie:

You looked really pretty earlier btw

You:

Awh,thank you ml,I loved your eyeliner and your eyeshadow earlier!!

Johnnie:

Well thank you beautiful

You:

Ahh,thank you 🤭!

Johnnie:

No worriesss,would you like to come round tomorrow? We could watch movies and get some snacks? Because I can actually find them in Walmart :)

You:

Hey! I can find them,with help.. But yeah I would love that!

Johnnie:

I’m just joking love,but what time do you want to come round? I’m excited to see your new piercing

You:

2:30? I have another piercing appointment at 1 haha x

Johnnie:

Okay,what piercings do you have?

You:

I got the eyebrow piercing this morning but I already have my nipples pierced,both sides of my nose,my septum and my tongue :)

Johnnie:

That’s awesome! What you getting tomorrow?

You:

I’m getting both sides of my lower lip pierced

Johnnie:

That’s nice,I’ve got the left side of my lip pierced :)

Me and Johnnie had talked for hours,eventually called and now I was on my way to his.

I was now in his arms,in his bed,the covers pulled over us,as we watched a movie,I lied on his chest smiling,my leg over his as he kissed my forehead.

“Would you like to stay the night?” He asked looking down at me,raking his hands through my hair. “Yeah,I would like that.” I said smiling as I looked up at him,taking his lips in mine.

We didn’t sleep that night.

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lipglossanon · 11 months

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Turbo Lover

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masseuse!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)

for the anon request who asked for masseuse Leon; I hope you enjoy it and thanks for your patience! 💜

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, fingering

not proofread ✍️

Title from Turbo Lover by Judas Priest

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“Sarah swears by this place, so relax and enjoy yourself!”

You sigh, drumming your fingers on your steering wheel. After parking in front of a fairly ritzy massage parlor, you’ve been talking to you friend on speaker phone for fifteen minutes as she convinces you to actually go inside.

“I don’t know…”

“Please, you need to go get a massage; work has been stressful like crazy for you so do it. I’m telling you as your bestie.”

You laugh, “Okay, okay. I’ll go in and see what they have to offer.”

“See? It can’t hurt in looking.”

“I know. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Text me!”

And with that the resounding beep signals you’re sitting alone with your thoughts in the car. Sighing, you grab your bag and get out of the car. The front’s pretty minimalistic which seemed on brand for massage therapy you thought.

Walking inside, there’s the generic calming music playing over the speakers with potted plants dotted all around. It smells wonderful though, like some sort of airy floral scent that you just can’t place. You make your way to the front desk and smile at the lady behind the counter.

“Hi,” she smiles at you, “my name’s Sandy, how may I help you today?”

“Hi, I uh don’t have an appointment or anything but I was wondering if you had any openings?”

“Let me check,” she turns her attention to the computer to the side and quickly types, “looks like I have an opening with Claire in ten minutes if that’s okay?”

“Sure.”

“Perfect!” she shines another smile your way, “just fill out this paper for me stating your consent and if you have any allergies we should know in regard to the oils and lotions we use. You can also ask for a chaperone at any time if you feel uncomfortable being alone.”

“Thanks,” you return her smile, a little more at ease.

You quickly fill out the empty spaces and hand the paper back to Sandy.

“Great, just please have a seat and Claire will lead you back shortly. Would you like a water or anything while you wait?”

“Oh uh no but thank you.”

“You’re most welcome.”

You sit down on the nearest chair and pull out your phone to kill the time. Bringing up the ebook you’ve been reading, you easily lose track of the time.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am!”

Your attention is pulled up to a blue eyed, handsome man standing between the desk and you, looking sheepish and apologetic.

“Pardon?”

“Claire was called away on a family emergency, so I’m her replacement. If you’d like you can reschedule to be with her.”

You feel like a fish out of water so you just shrug, “I mean I’m fine with it if that’s okay? If I need to, I can reschedule—“

“No that’s fine,” he smiles relieved, “I just know sometimes people get upset if they come for one of us specifically and don’t get them.”

“Oh,” you place your phone in your bag and stand, “well I’m fine honestly, this is my first time here actually.”

“Really?” the smile he gives you is nearly blinding, “I’ll make sure to make it a great experience.”

“The name’s Leon, by the way,” he turns and leads you down a hallway off to the side.

You feel a little warm as Leon walks in front of you. Since you didn’t give it much thought, you really didn’t realize you could have such a hot guy giving you a massage. His biceps stretch his sleeves while his broad shoulders and back strain against the shirt fabric. Your eyes drag from his sandy hair down to his tight ass. Praying for good luck, you just hope you don’t embarrass yourself in front of him.

Leon pulls open a door near the end of the hall and gestures for you to enter. He follows you inside and points out where you can sit your bag and shoes.

“I can step out if you want to take off your shirt and pants then lay down face first on the table; but, if that’s uncomfortable for you, it’s 100% fine to stay fully dressed and we can get started.”

You glance over at the massage table and then around the pretty spacious room taking in the counter full of oils, lotions, heating stones, and towels.

You turn back to Leon to find him watching you, his face soft and earnest.

“I think I’ll get undressed.”

In for a penny, in for a pound.

“Okay,” he nods, “you can just set your clothes on the chair next to the table if you’d like. Then once you lay down you can pull that towel up and over your body.”

He steps out of the room and firmly closes the door. You pause for a moment and once you’re sure the door’s completely shut, you undress and lay your clothes off to the side. Climbing up onto the table, you lay flat like he suggested and lay the towel over you.

A few minutes pass and then Leon knocks on the door, cracking it open so he can ask, “Is it okay for me to come in?”

“You’re good.”

He steps in smiling brightly again.

“Great, since you booked Claire, she usually does the 60 minute full body massage, is there anywhere you don’t want touched or injuries I should know about?”

You shake your head, “Nope.”

“Alright,” he steps out of your line of sight and you can hear him shuffling through items.

“Just let me know if you get too hot, cold, thirsty, or just uncomfortable and I’ll do whatever I can to accommodate.”

“Thank you, Leon,” you murmur.

“Of course,” his voice is warm like his hands when they come down on your shoulders, slick with some scented oil that smells like coconut.

He asks you simple questions as he works: what you do for work, favorite places to eat in the city, any fun hobbies in your downtime, etc.

He pulls you into easy conversation and has lulled you into state of complete relaxation by the time he’s finished.

He curses under his breath and you hum questioningly.

He sounds a little embarrassed, “Well, I got carried away and lost track of time. But I swear you won’t get charged extra.”

“S’okay,” you laugh, feeling gooey and comfortable, “definitely worth it. Best I’ve felt in ages. I hope I didn’t cut into your other client’s time.”

“Oh no, I was headed home for the day when Claire asked me to cover.”

“If I would’ve known that I would’ve rescheduled,” your tone turns pouty, “Leon, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he chuckles, smoothing his palms down your back, “this was really enjoyable. Most people come in and completely ignore my attempts at conversation.”

“No way,” you’re affronted on his behalf.

His hands glide down your sides making you sigh, “Yep, just not interested I guess. But you were wonderful.”

You’re glowing from the inside at his words, always a sucker for praise.

“No, you were wonderful,” you finally get out, “I was kinda nervous. But you got a repeat customer.”

He laughs delightedly, “What a bonus.”

You giggle and squirm as his fingers dig into your lower back, “Well I can get ready and take off.”

He digs his thumbs in right above your tailbone making your hips arch up as you moan.

Feeling overwhelmingly embarrassed, you tug on the towel, “Oh god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

Leon laughs, “Don’t apologize, it happens more than you think.”

“Oh,” the embarrassment still makes you feel like folding in on yourself, wishing you were anywhere but here.

“Besides,” he presses you flat down onto the table again, hands quickly returning to where they were, “sounded pretty good to me.”

His thumbs repeat the action, digging into the tender spot of your lower back making you keen and rock up.

“There we go,” he coos, “just relax, I got you.”

His hands drag down to your inner thighs, massaging the muscles.

“Leon,” you whimper making him groan.

“I got you honey,” his thumbs glide up from your inner thighs up to your panty covered pussy, stroking your slit through the damp material.

“Think you need an extra special service for being so goddamn sweet,” he murmurs.

He stops to grab the band of your panties, “Is this okay?”

“Uh huh,” you nod, brain already mush and he hasn’t really done much.

He quickly pulls your panties off, tossing them over to your clothes. Pushing the towel up until it’s pooled on your lower back, he caresses your bare skin softly. He pushes your thighs open wider.

“Fuck, pretty little pussy, need to lick her open, see if she’s as sweet as you.”

He pulls you down closer to the edge of the table, so he can get between your legs easier. He spreads open your cunt and spits on your hole.

You keen at the feeling and he does it again.

“Ready?”

“Please, Leon.”

Without any other preamble, Leon buries his face into your pussy with a groan. His tongue laps up the spit to thrust it into your drippy hole. He hums and drags his mouth over to your clit, suckling the sensitive bud until you’re squirming.

He pulls away and twists your hips, “Fuck, baby, turn over for me.”

You quickly comply, spreading your thighs again but he folds your legs and pushes them up as he goes back down on you.

“Oh god,” you wrap your arms around your thighs to hold yourself open for him.

He shows his appreciation for that by sliding two fingers into your wet, fluttering walls searching for your g-spot. With a sharp whine, you rock down into his hand once he finds it.

His eyes crinkle with a smile but it’s hard to tell when he’s tonguing up into your hole along with his fingers. He pulls away and spits on your clit making your hips jump up.

“Fucking sex on legs, coming in here all sweet,” he growls as he goes back to sucking and kissing on your swollen clit, “like I haven’t been wanting to taste this hot cunt inches from my fucking hands.”

“Fuck, Leon,” you mewl, eyes fluttering as he rubs against the spongy spot at the front of your pussy over and over and over.

“Want you to cum all over my mouth,” he lashes his tongue against you clit before sliding it across your pussy lips, “get me soaked.”

He sucks your pussy lips into his mouth then moves to nipping at your thigh before drifting back to your sensitive clit.

“Fattest fucking pussy,” he groans, sucking your hard bud into his mouth making you cry out, hands shakily letting go of your legs to tangle in his hair.

“Oh ‘m so close, gonna cum,” you whimper, rocking down into him, holding his head against your pussy.

He groans, eyes flicking up to yours as he fingers you harder and faster, mouth never letting up as he sucks and licks over your clit.

“Oh, oh, oh, fuck,” your thighs tense and try to close around his shoulders as your back bows, pussy gushing slick as he lets you ride out your orgasm on his fingers and face.

You know you must be pulling his hair too hard, but you can’t stop humping against his mouth as he extends your climax with his fingers on your g-spot. Slick is coating his face and jaw when he finally pulls away, your orgasm ebbing into pleasant aftershocks.

You laugh feeling high on endorphins, “That was amazing.”

“Oh,” you raise up on your elbows, “what about—“

You waves you off with a grin, “What do you think I was doing with my other hand?”

You bite your lip as he stands, spent cock bobbing as he cleans off with a nearby towel. A pulse of want blazes through you.

“Next time, honey,” he laughs seeing your glazed expression and tucks himself away.

“Think of this as an appetizer,” he winks, helping you up and redressing yourself.

“I’ll definitely be back,” you laugh, kissing his cheek as he holds the door open for you.

“I hope so.”

He gives you a short wave when you make it to the end of the hallway. There’s a new lady behind the desk, Carolyn, and she’s more than happy to book you in for Leon’s next available appointment.

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writingwithciara · 4 months

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always there for you- matt sturniolo

summary: on the surface, abigail’s relationship seems perfect. but there’s something about her boyfriend that the triplets just don’t like. and nobody hates oscar more than matt does

word count: 3.3k

pairing: matt sturniolo x abigail moore (oc-ish) Oscar Myles

note: found a really sweet friends-to-lovers prompt on pinterest and thought it’d be good for a matt fic. this fic ties in with the social media au on my other account. mentions of controlling & possessive boyfriend, aged up because of alcohol use [PLEASE READ THE FIRST SOCIAL MEDIA POST before this fic]

“Guys I have a great idea for our next video.” Nick walked into the living room where Matt and Chris were but neither of them lifted their heads or showed any signs of listening to the older triplet. “Did you guys even hear me?”

“Hmm? What?” Chris was the only one who responded. Matt’s eyes were glued to his phone.

“I said I had a great idea for the next video.” Nick looked at Matt then at Chris. “Is he okay?”

“Yes and no.”

“Clarify please.”

“Abigail texted me and said she wouldn’t be able to make it here today since she was going to be celebrating Oscar’s birthday with his family. Matt hasn’t stopped looking at the photo she posted on her Instagram story.”

“I don’t get what she sees in him. He’s a loser.” Matt huffed before dropping his phone and turning to face his siblings. “I need to go for a drive.” He grabbed his keys and stood up. “You guys want to come?”

“Uh, sure. I’ll go grab the equipment just in case we decide to film a video or something while we’re out.” Nick retreated to his bedroom to grab everything. Chris offered his brother a sympathetic look.

“Look, none of us like Oscar. But we do like Abigail and she’s happy. That should be what matters, right?”

“I just feel like she’s hiding something from us and I don’t like that. She was an open book before she met him and now, it’s like she’s closing herself off from us…from me.” he sighed and peered down at one of his tattoos. He had gotten it because Abigail was getting one and she begged him to get a matching one with her.

“Matthew, I got a question for you.” Abigail opened matt’s bedroom door without knocking, like always, and sat on his bed.

“What is it now?” he playfully rolled his eyes and turned in his chair to face her. Her smile instantly lighting up the room.

“I have an appointment for a tattoo in an hour and my parents are at work so they can’t drive me. So I was wondering if you would be the greatest best friend ever and drive me there.”

“Yeah. Just let me end this game and we can go.” He turned back to his monitor and quickly left his game. “Alright, let’s go.”

10 minutes later, they were waiting for Abigail’s appointment when she turned to him, gasping and grabbing his hand.

“Matt, you should get one with me!” she exclaimed.

“And what would I be getting?” he chuckled at her idea.

“Something that would match with mine.” She pulled out her phone to show him a picture. But when she looked up at him, her idea suddenly seemed dumb. “I mean, you don’t have to, since it’s kind of childish.”

“Do you really want me to get a matching tattoo?”

“Well, yeah. You’re my best friend and we should have something to solidify that fact. But if you don’t want to, then-“

“I’ll do it.” He smiled widely. “Anything for you, Abby.”

And that is how he ended up getting a small, but meaningful, baby triceratops on his left arm. He adored it to absolutely no end.

“Alright, bitches. Let’s go.” Nick walked out of his room and straight out to the car. Chris followed right behind him and took a second to send Abigail a text before Matt got in the car and began driving off to an undecided location.

Abigail was currently in the shower getting ready for the birthday celebration when her phone went off. Oscar looked over and saw Chris’ contact name and message pop up on the screen. He knew his girlfriend was close to the boys and he knew how much closer she was with Matt. So when they first started dating, he had asked her to limit how much she actually talked to him. When she didn’t listen to him, he gave her an ultimatum. She was to cut off contact with Matt or he would leave her. And seeing how it was her first real relationship, Abigail had to cut off ties with Matt.

So when Chris texted her to say hey, matt misses you like crazy. please call or something so he doesn’t do something stupid. you're the only one who can bring him out of this misery :( Oscar knew she had made the right choice. He felt a sense of pride.

That proud moment disappeared when he went through the conversation with Chris. There were tons of messages mentioning matt and just as many updates on how he was doing. Although they weren’t direct messages to Matt, Oscar felt his anger building up.

“Hey, babe. I’ll be ready in a few minutes. Then we can head out.” Abigail called from the bathroom while she worked on doing her makeup.

“Take your time, love. I’m in no hurry.” He went to lock her phone before she came out and saw he was reading through her messages but stopped when he saw her home wallpaper. It was a photo of her and Matt, a milkshake with two straws between them. He obviously couldn’t tell what had been said before the picture was taken but by the way they were both smiling at each other, he knew that there was clearly something between them. Was he wrong for making her stop talking to him? He didn’t care. Without thinking, he quickly changed her wallpaper to a picture of them and set her phone down just in time for her to walk out of the bathroom.

“Okay. I’m ready.” She smiled. He wanted to confront her about the wallpaper but her smile made him forget. “Pass me my phone.”

He handed the device to her and waited to see if she would notice the change. She did but she knew she shouldn’t show her emotions in front of him.

They walked out of the house and headed to his parents place. They were going to meet there and then drive to the restaurant together. Abigail was already dreading the car ride. Oscar’s parents didn’t think she was good enough for their golden child and they made zero effort to hide that from her. In fact, she was surprised when they invited her out for his birthday this year.

Later that night, the boys were in their usual filming location and were discussing future video ideas. Nick had the brilliant idea to film the conversation, just in case they forgot anything the next day.

“Chris, can you see if Abigail wants to be in our next video? She won’t reply to me for some reason.” Nick rolled his eyes.

“Maybe that’s because she’s tired of getting the weirdest texts from you in the middle of the night.” Matt smiled, thinking back to the day after she received the first few weird texts from Nick.

Abigail walked into Matt’s room and threw her self onto his bed dramatically. He was in the middle of a Fortnite game but he glanced over at her and chuckled. She was almost as dramatic as Nick but he thought it was adorable how dramatic she was.

“Matty, can I take a nap in your bed?” she flipped onto her stomach and rested her head in the palms of her hands. Matt took the final shot of the game and finally turned towards her.

“Why? What’s up, princess?”

“I couldn’t get back to sleep after Nick sent me like 50 of the strangest texts at 3 this morning. And I was having a really good dream too.” she pouted and switched to her back.

“What were you dreaming about?” Matt sat up against his headboard and patted the spot beside him. Abigail smiled and curled up into his side with her head in his lap. He stroked her hair as she began to explain her dream.

“You and I were somewhere in our 80s probably and we were still best friends. You and the boys were still making videos, but not as frequently, obviously. Um, I think I was married to Chris but when you’re 80 and living with triplets, it’s kind of hard to tell who you’re with.”

“So, are you saying you want to marry Chris sometime in the future?” Matt raised an eyebrow and looked down at his best friend.

“What? No of course not.”

“Well you said your dream was really good and then you said you were married to Chris. I think that’s what that means, doofus.”

“I said I think it was Chris.”

“Did he have tattoos?”

“Not that I could see.”

“Then it was Chris.” Matt couldn’t hold his laughter in anymore. “Wow. Didn’t know you felt that way about my brother.”

“I don’t. Shut up.” she turned her head away from him to hide her red cheeks. “Anyway, I was just really happy that we all stayed close that late in life. That’s what made it a good dream, jackass. Not that I was married to your brother.”

“Why wouldn’t you wanna marry Chris?”

“We’re getting off topic, Matthew. I came to talk about how annoying Nick is in the middle of the night. I mean I love him to death but a girl needs her beauty sleep.”

“You don’t need beauty sleep.” He smiled sheepishly at her as she turned to face him.

“Matt, I’m being serious.”

“Yeah. So am I.” he hoped his tone of voice would convey his message and when she sat up to look at him, he knew she understood. He wanted to kiss her right then and there but Nick had to interrupt their moment, however brief it had been.

“Matt, your phone is ringing.” Matt shook himself out of the memory and glared at Nick for interrupting again. “Do not give me that look. Just answer your phone.”

Matt pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at the screen. “It’s Abby.” The car went silent as Matt contemplated what to do.

“Answer it, dumbass.” Chris hit the accept button and pushed it up to Matt’s ear.

“Hello?”

Dinner with Oscar’s parents was a disaster. No surprise there. They’ve never had a successful meal together. But this one in particular really got on Abigail’s nerves. They were constantly bringing up Oscar’s last girlfriend and saying how they wished he had stayed with her instead. Abigail felt incredibly defeated and Oscar did nothing to defend her.

After the dinner with his parents, Oscar and Abigail were expected to meet some of his friends at the bar to finish off the night with a strong celebration. At least some of his friends were fun to be around, drunk or not.

However, Abigail found herself at a booth with some of the other girlfriends and a handful of the single guys from the group. She barely knew these people and she tried to start conversations with all of them but nobody would respond. Nothing she said had piqued their interest. So she made her way over to the bar and ordered herself a few drinks.

Halfway through her 5th drink of the night, she decided to talk to Oscar about why he changed her wallpaper. As she approached him and his group of friends, they all gave her a disgusted look.

“Oscar, baby, can I talk to you outside for a minute?” she pulled at the sleeves of her shirt, suddenly becoming nervous under the watch of strangers.

“Sure thing, babe.” He downed the shot he was holding and followed his girlfriend outside. When they could finally hear each other again, Abigail looked at him and sighed.

“Why did you change my wallpaper, Oscar? Were you going through my phone again?”

“No. Of course not. I trust you.”

“Uh huh. Then why is my home screen a picture of us instead of what it was?”

“You mean a picture of you and your real boyfriend?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Matt. You two have a thing, it’s obvious. And I’m tired of being lied to. I know you two are talking.”

“What the fuck, Oscar? I haven’t spoken a word to Matt in months because I’ve been busy being a good girlfriend to you. You asked me to cut off contact with him and that’s exactly what I did.”

“If you haven’t talked to him, then why was he your home screen photo?”

“I happen to like that picture. It was one of the few moments in my life where I had nothing to worry about. But now, I feel so isolated in my life. I can’t even have my own friends.”

“Yes you can.”

“Um, no the fuck I can’t. Every time I make a friend, you command that I stop talking to that person. You’re controlling and I think that maybe this relationship needs to end.”

“Come on, baby. You don’t mean that.” Oscar reached out to grab her shoulders and she stepped back.

“Yes, I actually do. It’s about time I get my own life back.”

“Whatever. I don’t need you. There’s plenty of better, prettier fish in the sea anyway.” He shoved past her roughly and headed back into the bar. When he was gone, Abigail slid against the wall and broke down. She pulled out her phone and dialed Chris’ number. When he didn’t answer, she tried Nick. He didn’t pick up and she suddenly felt lost. Then she remembered Matt. Her fingers flew across the keypad due to muscle memory and soon enough, the phone was ringing.

“Hello?” she heard Matt’s voice and continued sobbing. “Abby, are you okay? Where are you?”

“Bar.” Was all she managed to get out before the line was cut off. “Matt?” No answer. “Great. Just fucking perfect.”

“You don’t even know where she is, Matt. How are you going to find her?” Chris leaned against the car door and looked at his brother.

“I’m going to need your phone, obviously. I’ll just track her location.”

“Why don’t I just come with you so I can navigate for you.”

“No. It needs to be me, and me only.” Matt gripped the steering wheel tightly.

“What if Oscar tries to fight you? What are you going to do?”

“I don’t care. As long as Abby is safe, I don’t care what happens to me.”

“Okay then. Go save her.” Chris tapped the top of the car and watched his brother fly out of the driveway.

Matt ran through every possible scenario he could think of that would get Abby to call him in tears. And every single one of them made his heart ache. He hated knowing that he had let her stay with Oscar this long, knowing what he was capable of.

As he pulled up to where Abigail’s location pinged, he saw her sitting against the building with her knees to her chest. Her head was resting against them and he could tell she was crying solely by the way her body was shaking. He got out of the car and approached her quickly. Her head jerked up when she heard footsteps and the sight of her face alone was enough to make him want to go into the bar and kick the shit out of Oscar. But he held back, knowing she needed him more right now.

“Y-you came?” she wiped as much of her tears away as she could.

“Of course I did. You called.” He held out his hand for her and she just looked at it like it was foreign. “Come on. Let’s go for a walk. That diner you love is right around the corner and I know you’re probably craving a burger right now.”

“And a milkshake?” she asked, wiping away the few tears that remained.

“And a milkshake.” He chuckled when she cheered and grabbed his hand. Neither of them wanted to let go of the others hand but it was bound to happen when they sat at the table. They ordered and ate their food slowly.. As they finished, Matt looked up to see a worried look on Abigail’s face.

“I broke up with Oscar.”

“Oh. Well, do you wanna talk about it? Maybe tell me why?”

“I realized he was too controlling and whenever I wouldn’t listen to one of his rules, he would lash out and throw things at me. It wasn’t a healthy relationship and I hate myself for taking this long to realize it.”

“You don’t need to hate yourself. Love will blind you and make you do crazy things sometimes.” He chuckled lightly and noticed her crack a smile.

“That’s not even the worst part. The thing that made me realize how toxic he was is when he changed my wallpaper a few hours ago because he didn’t like what it was.”

“What was it?”

“It’s a picture of you and me, in this very diner, sharing a laugh over a milkshake. It’s my favorite picture so I changed it back to that.”

“I love that picture.” He smiled and looked at her phone as she held it out to him. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“You don’t need to apologize. It’s not your fault. You didn’t force me to stay with him.”

“But it kind of is my fault.” He sighed. “If I had just been honest about my feelings from the start, then you never would’ve dated him in the first place.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing. It’s not important. Let’s go.” He went to stand up but Abigail grabbed his hand and pulled him down next to her.

“Matthew Bernard, tell me what you mean by that.”

“Fine.” He took a deep breath and looked down at their matching tattoos. “If I had just told you how I felt, then maybe you and I would’ve been together and you never would’ve met that asshole. The whole time you were with him, I kept hoping and wishing you would realize that I would treat you way better than he ever could. You deserve nothing less than royal treatment because you are a princess and I love you.”

“Matt, I don’t-“

“Yeah. I get it. You don’t feel the same way. I’ve heard it all before.” He looked everywhere but her face. “Can we go home now?”

“We can leave after I speak.” She grabbed his face and made him look at her. Her eyes locked on his and her thumbs rested gently on his cheeks. “You are a fucking dumbass.”

“Come again?”

“You can’t just confess your feelings for me and then think that you’re the only one who feels that way. You didn’t even ask how I felt.”

“How do you feel?”

“Honestly, when it comes to you, it’s hard to summarize all of the feelings. One moment is not enough for me to tell you just how much you mean to me. It would take me thousands of lifetimes to tell you just how much I love you. And if I spent the rest of eternity trying to tell you, I still would not accurately portray how amazing you are and all of the reasons why I love you.”

“Wow. I have no idea what to say to that.” Matt chuckled and looked deep into her eyes.

“Then don’t say anything.” She smiled and leaned in closer. When their lips met, she felt the safest she had ever been in her life. Every moment that involved Oscar from the last 2 years of her life were completely erased from her mind as she knew this is where she was always meant to be.

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persesphonestears · 1 year

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Another tattoo

(Gif not mine :>)

A/N: So I have to make this a more than one part series because I wrote like way too much and I’m gonna die if I don’t post this already. Also so sorry it’s only Ghost in this post, but promise the second part will have the others!! I actually had so much fun writing this like omfg, I don’t have any piercings or tats for myself thanks to money problems atm but like actually I don’t know where I was going with that- uh anyway enjoy! I’m very tired. (looking at the amount now seems rlly small so sorry :/) ALSO I FUCKIN HATE THE NAME TOO LEAVE ME ALONE.

CW: He/they pronouns used for reader(? I might have ended up just using they/them), Reader has tattoos and piercings, I DONT THINK I USED Y/N LES GOO, I call ghost Simon when he isn't at work, Probably incorrect tattoo health procedures, Reader may be a little bland when first meeting Ghost(?), small mentions of gods(?)

Word count: 1342

Simon was finally let off for a break, given it’s only because Price knew he wasn’t keeping himself healthy or sleeping, so being the ‘dad’ boss he is, Simon was forced to take time off. While Simon wasn’t even close to being happy about having to not stay at base and having to make himself food and all the other human necessities, he’d been wanting a new tattoo for some time now. While maybe some of the privates would simply tattoo each other with pen ink, he’d rather die on the field than die from an infection from a more than likely shitty tattoo.

Walking through the somewhat dodgy looking part of his hometown, looking for a seemingly decent tattoo shop. While walking his eye was caught by the small little tattoo shop that looked clean and not all that dodgy. A small bell as the door opened rang as Simon stepped through, looking around at the walls he was impressed with the artwork that was displayed. He could hear faint 2000s rock music in the background of the shop, standing awkwardly waiting to see if anyone was actually here.

Turning around to walk out, he heard a small crash and a string of curses that followed.

Simon stopped and turned to see a short tattooed and pierced person walking out from the back of the shop. “Hi, sorry I was uh..” their talking trailed off as he looked down to see a fresh and unfinished tattoo on their leg. Unknown to Simon, the person in front of him was just very very happy that they weren’t able to be seen from the back, preferring not to be caught staring at the huge 6’4 man in their shop.

“Uh anyway, I’m guessing you don’t have an appointment cause I don’t have any till later tonight, but I take walk in’s, both for tats and piercings'' They rambled off as they walked around to the front desk checking through their computer, Simon watched them, surprised by the feeling of fluttering in his stomach. Pushing it away he cleared his throat “Uh yeah walk in, are you able to tat up my other forearm?” he was wearing a t-shirt under his hoodie, happy he wasn’t going to be taking his shirt off. “Mhm sure, I just need to ask a few questions and then get you to sign some consent forms, that cool?” He asked walking back around and sitting on one of the couch chairs at the front, taking a seat after them, Simon sat and agreed to the others' request.

“Cool, alright so first is which arm you want it on obviously and if you have any tattoos on your forearm already?” Simon answered with short and gruff answers “My right arm and no, my left is already tattooed(I think I can’t remember which arm of his is tatted).” “Right cool okay so I’m not gonna bother asking if you're of age because it's pretty obvious because holy shit you are probably the biggest and hottest man I’ve ever seen, but just read through these quick and sign ‘em” Thanking whatever gods there were for people not being able to read minds. Handing the forms to Simon he grabbed them and the pen from your hands, giving a quick read through signing where he had to. Putting them back on the desk, you grabbed them right back and skimmed through them, “Okay Simon, well what do you want?”.

—tiny time skip–

After setting everything up and placing the stencil of the sketch that you drew up (That Simon wouldn’t admit but absolutely adored) onto the gruff military man that was sitting in your chair. “Okay, you ready?” A simple nod was what you received in response. Instead of pushing you continued to go ahead and start his tattoo, not once deciding to ask about some of the many scars that graced his arms. Them seemingly adding onto your attraction for the stranger in your shop as he sat still and silent. Becoming; as you do when tattooing, engrossed in the soft buzzing, the hushed music of your playlist and the ink going into skin at your hand.

“How many do you ‘got?” The gruff voice from above me spoke as I continued to stab his skin. “Tats or piercings?” Responding with another question as I kept my focus on the shading, trying to not let the fact that this absolute 10/10 was asking you about yourself. Sure it was most likely to just make conversation but you could dream. “Both?” The voice behind the black surgical mask didn’t sound overly confident but even when peeking up at the man he was still only looking forward. “I stopped counting how many tats I got a while ago. As for my piercings uh..” cutting myself off to count in my head. “I’d say about 9, not counting my ears.” Feeling a cold gaze turn towards me I stiffen slightly.

“You only have 6 on your face.” (I chose to give reader a vertical labret, septum, both sides of the nose(like so you could use a chain), bridge, eyebrow :D) His voice replies, stifling my laugh “yeah I know I just don’t normally let people see my chest or just randomly show my stomach.” Giggling, I look up to see his ears turning a slight pink. “R-right sorry.” Trying not to laugh at a client, we continued to talk for a bit more before I suggested to put a movie on more to make it less uncomfortable for me with the awkward conversation. After picking a movie, he seemed to relax just a tad more, getting myself comfortable. I continued to finish up the art piece I was adding to someone's skin.

—another time skip because Ghost would get something edgy and big and I can’t keep writing silly awkwardness—

By the time you had finished and made sure to add some disinfectant and soothing cream to the skin before wrapping it up. You pat his shoulder smiling softly “you’re all done big guy”. Rising from the seat, he walked somehow (even though this man is huge) silently towards the front desk. Scanning his card and giving him the papers that explained how to look after his tattoo. “Thank you. You’re uhm. Very handsome- or uh pretty? I don’t know, can I just get your number?” Stumbling over his words brought a smile to your face. “Sure, I’d uh I’d actually really like it if you took my number” you ramble as you grab some scrap paper, quickly writing your personal number you hand it to him.

Seeing his eyes scrunch slightly, let you know he was smiling at you, and god almighty if the fact that this huge, scary, masked, stoic, man giving you a smile, that you couldn’t even see, wouldn’t make you swoon. Giving you a quick nod he walked out, the small bell above your door ringing in your ears as you watched him leave.

Giggling to yourself as you stupidly fist pumped the air and twirled around happily, not registering the sound of the bell being rung, indicating the opening of a door. What you did register was the once again gruff voice, clearing their throat as you turned back to look at the man who just left back in your shop. “Forgot ma’ cap.” Swiftly grabbing his hat back with what you could only assume was the smuggest look ever he turned back around. This time leaving you with a curt “Bye now, doll”

Leaving you red faced, in the middle of your own shop. Snapping out of it you groaned loudly before retreating to the floor, hidden by the desk. Cursing yourself for your stupid victory jig you did before even making sure that he wouldn’t come back for a bit. A buzz in your pocket distracted you from your internal dread, pulling out your phone and opening it to see a message from an unknown number. “That lil’ dance was very cute btw”.

A/N: *twerks cutely* ANYWAY

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ghosthunterbuck · 1 year

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thirteen threads

(6x12 companion) (1.7k words) (buddie adjacent) in which buck begins to identify the many things he feels following his near death experience. spoilers for 6x12

It’s in Eddie’s kitchen that Buck begins to unravel the tangled web of emotions that began weaving itself between his ribs the moment he was struck by lightning.

The feeling he finds there is relief. It’s shaped a little bit like the couch he’d fallen asleep on, and a little bit like the beer in Eddie’s fridge. Buck draws it in with every breath, and lets himself feel it on every exhale. There’s more, much more that he needs to examine, but bathed in the soft glow of the living room lamps and blanketed by the comfortable silence between them, Buck decides that for a moment, it’s alright to feel just one thing.

Eddie’s phone buzzes on the table, immediately drawing Buck’s eye. He’s surprised to see his sister’s name, but only because it took her this long. Eddie huffs a soft laugh, picks up the phone and stands.

“Buck’s fine,” he says, as soon as the call connects.

Buck can hear Maddie’s voice, but he can’t make out her words.

“He’s asleep on my couch.” Eddie shoots a wink in Buck’s direction.

Buck ducks his head and smiles.

Eddie hums noncommittally at whatever Maddie says next. “Just a little overwhelmed, I think. Give him some time.”

A few moments pass, and Eddie’s expression shifts minutely.

“I promise,” he says, solemn and soft. After another moment, he relaxes. “Goodnight Maddie,” he says. “I’ll tell him.”

Eddie hangs up the phone and returns to the table.

“I maybe should’ve told her where I was going,” Buck says with a wry smile.

“Maybe,” Eddie says, eyes sparkling the way they do when he thinks something is funny.

“Not gonna ask me why I didn’t?”

Eddie shrugs.

Buck scrubs a hand through his hair. “I guess you already know,” he says.

Overwhelmed. That’s the second feeling he finds.

…

Exhaustion, Buck discovers when he wakes on Eddie’s couch in the morning, is the third. It’s easier to unravel than the others, clearly visible from its point of origin all the way to the home it’s made in him. Physically and emotionally, Buck is tired.

It’s not a new feeling, not by a long shot. It’s a little like an old friend, actually, comforting in its familiarity. Exhaustion is temporary. Exhaustion tells him that he’s still healing, that he won’t be stuck in his own head forever.

Buck sends Bobby a quick text, one that receives a response almost immediately. He wonders for a moment what woke him, but doesn’t have to wait long to find out.

He hears Christopher before he sees him, and immediately a smile stretches across his face. Buck sits up, and within seconds has an armful of the best kid in the universe.

“Hey, kid,” he says, voice still raspy with sleep.

“Hey, Buck,” Christopher replies. He pulls back and sits on the coffee table. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” Buck says. “I missed you!” He ruffles Christopher’s hair.

Christopher narrows his eyes, and for a moment, he looks exactly like Eddie. “You’re lucky I just woke up,” he says, patting his hair back down.

A bright peal of laughter slips from Buck’s lips.

In this moment, Buck feels warm.

…

On the way to his appointment, Maddie calls. Buck feels a flash of frustration, followed in an instant by guilt. The two intertwine, and settle somewhere above his diaphragm.

“Hi Maddie,” he answers.

“Hey Buck,” she says. Her voice, contained by his Jeep’s speakers, sounds small.

The guilt in his chest grows and squirms.

“Are you on your way to the doctor?” Maddie asks.

Buck swallows against the inexplicable urge to snap and slows to a stop as he reaches a red light. He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Yep,” he answers, trying not to let any irritation bleed into his voice.

“Is everything okay?”

“Maddie, I’m fine,” Buck says, just a little too quickly. He can practically hear the frown on the other end of the line. “I’m sorry,” he says after a moment. “I really am okay. I just…”

Buck tries to follow the frustration to its origin, tries to find the words to explain why he can’t embrace her questions and worry with the same enthusiasm he’d had for Christopher and comes up empty.

“It’s okay, Buck,” Maddie says gently. “I know this is hard.”

An ugly part of Buck wants to snap, no, no you don’t know, but Buck pushes it ruthlessly down. “I think I just need some time,” he says instead.

“Okay,” Maddie says. “Just… don’t let yourself spiral alone. You know I’m here for you, whether you want me to be or not.”

Unexpectedly, Buck is hit with a flood of gratitude. “I know,” he says softly. “I know I’m not alone.”

He’s surprised to hear himself say it, and even more surprised to find he means it. Countless emotions lay tangled in his chest, but loneliness is not among them.

…

The waiting room is quiet and sterile. Buck’s far from the only person sitting in it, but aside from the occasional clearing of a throat, no one makes a noise. It’s oppressive in a way the quiet hadn’t been the night before, and Buck feels stuck in it, choked by it.

Time seems to move like molasses as Buck watches the interminable jerking motions of the second hand on the clock before him. Impatience, he thinks, is what he’s feeling now.

Impatience is as familiar to Buck as exhaustion, and he’d half expected it to be the final knot he needed to unravel in order to begin processing, as Eddie put it. Maybe he’s grown, though, because it only really feels like a peripheral piece of the mess in his chest.

A nurse calls his name, and it seems to evaporate. He’s sure it’ll come back when he finds out what test is next, but for now, there’s one less loose end to strangle him.

…

At first, when Dr. Salazar asks how he’s feeling, Buck tells her what he knows to be true.

“I’m getting my strength back,” he says, waiting for the next shoe to drop.

When it does, it’s not the one he’s expecting. The newest feeling in his chest, draped delicately over the others, is disbelief.

“Really?” he asks when Dr. Salazar says he can return to work. He kind of wants to prod her, to remind her what it is he does for a living. It’s not like he’ll be going back to a pile of paperwork.

Well, actually he will, but that’s not really the point.

“Do you want a second opinion?” she asks, and the thing is, Buck kind of does.

Not because he doesn’t trust Dr. Salazar, he does, but because he’s all too familiar with the heartbreak of getting the all clear and having it pulled away at the last second.

Buck remembers the pain in his leg that he would’ve sworn was just a pulled muscle and finally puts a name to the feeling that’s been driving his anger every time someone asks if he’s okay.

Dread. The feeling that something terrible is still around the corner. That the universe is holding its breath, waiting for Buck to let his guard down.

The only constant Buck’s ever really had is change, so when he asks, he half expects Dr. Salazar to say that everyone comes out the other side different. Instead, she tells him, in a way that makes Buck think of Bobby more than anyone else, that everyone finds their own way back. He thinks he understands why Eddie recommended her.

“Thank you,” Buck says finally. “I think that helps.”

“You’re welcome,” Dr. Salazar says with a nod. “And Mr. Buckley– if you find yourself struggling with this experience more than you expect to, I have resources I’d be happy to share with you. It’s not unusual to have mixed feelings in a situation like this.”

Buck ducks his head and smiles. “Someone else said the same thing. He, uh– he said the best thing I could do is let myself feel them all.”

Dr. Salazar smiles. “He sounds like a smart man,” she says.

“He is,” Buck agrees.

…

Buck doesn’t call Maddie to tell her the good news. He doesn’t call Bobby or Eddie either. He doesn’t call Hen, and he doesn’t call Chim. Instead, he walks until he finds himself on a bench in front of a small pond.

If it weren’t for the fountain in the middle, the water would be placid, undisturbed by wind or rain on this sunny day. Buck knows better than to think that nothing bad can happen on a beautiful day, but this one in particular feels safe. He wonders if that’s a feeling he can trust.

As he watches the ducks swim and occasionally dive, Buck finds himself again poking at the mess of emotions in his chest.

There was a time when he’d have done anything to hear that he was cleared to work. His job is who he is. Hell, he’d said as much to evil-him in his coma dream. So there should be happiness, somewhere in that tangled web. Excitement, maybe. As much as he digs, though, Buck can’t find it.

Relief.

Overwhelm.

Exhaustion.

Warmth.

Frustration.

Guilt.

Irritation.

Gratefulness.

Disbelief.

Impatience.

Anger.

Dread.

Buck stands from the bench and turns his back to the lake. There’s something left, something that tangles with everything else and constricts his chest when he tries to breathe too deeply. He looks up at the sky, and instead of clear azure, he sees dark clouds and rain.

Cold water pools in the divots of his skin, and he hears himself volunteer for a job he knows is going to kill him. His vision goes white, and all that remains is pain.

Buck blinks and the sky is blue.

The final piece of the puzzle comes loose, a corner piece laid before him that is mocking in its simplicity.

Fear.

Buck is terrified.

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junkissed · 2 years

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campus cat dad

member — uni bf!vernon x reader genre — fluff, humor, college au word count — 1.9k warnings — vernon calls reader his girlfriend but no pronouns mentioned, vernon is precious i’m gonna cry, the cat has the funniest name ever notes — lowercase intended. this is based off an actual club at my university that feeds and neuters feral cats on campus because i thought vernon would definitely be a part of it, he just likes the kitties <3 alley cat allies is also a real organization! if you’d like to help protect cats around the world you can donate here. this post isn’t sponsored or anything just a cute idea :)

thanks to @hyucks-rose for helping brainstorm :D

one reblog = one cat i will personally adopt

“i told you, babe, i don’t have time to join any clubs! i have calculus homework!”

“but vernie, i know you’ll like it! just come to one meeting, please?” you protest, putting on your best pout.

he sighs, giving you a pout of his own. “just because there’s cats doesn’t mean i’ll like it.”

you tilt your head and give him a look.

“okay, okay, fine!” he relents. “i probably would like it. but i just don’t have time.”

“oh, just like you don’t have time to play games with wonwoo every day?”

he glares at you, but you can see the smile in his eyes. “one meeting. that’s it.”

you grin triumphantly. “are you driving or me?”

he grabs the keys from the hook by the apartment door, shoving them in his pocket and holding up a finger. “one meeting!”

“hurry up! we have to make sure they’re still there!”

four weeks (and many meetings) later, you’re being hurried out the door by vernon, on your way to the south end of campus, having received a tip on the club’s website about a kitten sighting.

despite his early protests, vernon has quickly become the mascot of your campus’s chapter of alley cat allies, an organization that feeds and neuters feral cats and kittens before returning them to where they were found or helping them get adopted.

vernon volunteers to drive everyone out for trappings and vet appointments, keeps bags of dry cat food in the trunk of his car, he even helped design club t-shirts for everyone. he dotes on the cats, and the club dotes on him. they’ve never had a member so enthusiastic about… well, everything.

the car rolls to a stop at the dorm parking lot and vernon jumps out, grabbing the traps and blankets from the backseat.

you follow him back behind the buildings, tiptoeing as quietly as you can so as not to startle any kitties you might come across. it's late, later than you've been out trapping before, but vernon didn't want the kitten to spend another night outside.

you yawn and help him latch the trap open, filling a bowl of aromatic wet food to attract the cats before laying it inside the trap, surrounded by blankets. it’s the time of year when the nights start to get freezing, plus covering the trap makes cats less wary of going inside, so he always makes sure there’s plenty of thick, warm fabric in his car.

vernon positions a small camera on the branch of a nearby tree, angled at the trap so you can monitor it from the warmth of his car. some days you’ll be out there for hours, hoping to trap a cat someone reported, but to no avail.

after putting the trap in a secluded spot, you head back to the car. vernon turns the car on and flips the heater on, stretching into the backseat to grab another blanket and stretch it across both your laps.

his phone is set up on the dashboard so you can watch the camera, so you grab the aux cord to plug in your phone to play some quiet music while you wait.

after over an hour and not so much as a rustle on the camera, you’re starting to get tired.

“vernie, it’s late, we gotta go home,” you yawn, shifting in the passenger seat. “we can’t stay here all night. and you told me you have an exam tomorrow.”

“it’s just geography, it’s not that hard,” he says, waving it off. “besides, it’s too close to winter. if we leave them out here they’ll freeze to death. c’mon, please,” he whines. “just a little longer. you can sleep, i’ll do everything.”

you sigh. “fine,” you say, settling in and pulling the blanket up higher around you. “but wake me up if anything happens.”

what feels like only seconds but is probably more like an hour later, you feel a hand gently shaking your leg. “baby, wake up! they’re here! it’s time!”

“who? santa?” you ask groggily.

“the cat!!”

a car door shuts as you sit up, rubbing the little bit of sleep from your eyes after your catnap. indeed, you can hear quiet mews coming from his phone, still monitoring the camera.

before you know it the passenger side door opens, blasting you with cold air. grumbling, you throw your blanket in the backseat and climb out of the car, where vernon is waiting.

carefully the two of you go searching into the trees, walking as quietly as possible until you reach the spot where you hid the trap. and sure enough, there’s a little friend hiding inside.

“hi, baby,” vernon coos, lifting the cage gently to speak to the kitten. “it’s okay now, you’re safe. we’re gonna get you all cleaned up, and some nice warm food, and then…”

he keeps talking but you stop paying attention and the words fade out as you watch how enthralled he is with the kitten. the excited little face he makes and the sparkle in his eyes as he tells the kitten all about the wonderful life they have ahead of them.

he points the cage towards you, bringing your focus back. “this is my girlfriend, and we’re gonna take good care of you, little buddy.”

you giggle and tug on his arm, pulling him back towards the car.

back at your apartment, you take the cage upstairs and carefully transfer the kitten into a cat carrier as vernon runs some warm water to give the little guy a bath.

as president of the club, new cats always stay with you and vernon in your shared apartment until you can take them to the vet to get neutered and given all their shots. despite his calculus homework, he insists on driving you and the kitties to every appointment: the vet, the adoption shelter, the pet store. you always warn him one day he’ll get too attached, but he always laughs and gives you a kiss, telling you he already is.

“can we keep him?”

you look up, your hands still submerged in warm, soapy water.

“vernon, you know we can’t.”

“but why not?” he pouts. “we have to keep him over the weekend until the vet opens on monday, anyway. and you always said you wanted to get a cat together.”

“i didn’t mean right now!”

“at least wait til after the weekend. please? he’s so cute… we can’t just put him up for adoption. who knows how long he’ll be in there.”

you pull the plug from the sink, letting the water drain out as you hand vernon the kitten, where he’s waiting with a big fluffy towel to dry him off.

“he’s a kitten. kittens get adopted fast. if we’re gonna get a cat we should adopt an older one,” you say.

“why not have both?” he grins.

there’s a sudden mew, and you both look down at the kitten. “see, he agrees with me,” vernon says.

you sigh. “we’ll see what happens at the meeting tuesday."

the weekend comes and goes, and vernon spends every second he can with his new friend. you come back from work saturday to see him sitting on the couch on his laptop, the kitten sleeping soundly in his lap.

you sneak a peek at his computer screen as you walk past, and hold in a laugh when you see the pet store website pulled up, browsing collars.

the next time you catch him researching, he’s on your apartment complex’s association website, reading about their rules on pets while he flicks a toy on a string around and the kitten bounces around happily.

when you climb in bed that night, vernon yelps and tugs the blankets from underneath you.

“hey, be careful! you almost sat on vernard!”

you almost spit out your tea. “vernard? are you joking?”

he grins. “it’s cute, right?”

you snort. “no. and he’s in my spot.”

“it’s his spot now. sorry, he claimed it.”

you roll your eyes and pretend to sulk away. “wow. can’t believe i’m sleeping on the couch because of vernard.”

he reaches out, grabbing your wrist before you can walk away. “no– wait! uh… vernard changes his mind. he’ll snuggle with me," he says. "and so can you," he adds quickly.

you giggle and get back in bed, gently petting the kitten now in vernon’s lap. “oh, how very generous, thank you, vernard.”

as usual, vernon drives you to the cat’s vet appointment, but instead of sitting at reception and cooing at the other pets in the waiting room like he usually does, he insists on coming with you, saying “he doesn’t want to leave vernard by himself because he might get scared.”

he’s attached to the kitten, you can already tell; he treats him like his son. and when vernon shows up to the club meeting that tuesday, you know there’s no way you’re putting that kitten up for adoption now.

vernard’s been blinged out, wearing a sparkly black collar around his cone that stands out against his light fur. vernon carries him carefully in his arms and sits at the front near you so you can open the meeting.

instantly the room fills with awws as the members rush to see his new friend. the kitten yelps at the attention, turning its back to everyone and curling into vernon’s arms, hiding its face.

after everyone’s done fawning over vernard and giggling about the little cone on his head, you explain the successful trapping over the weekend, as well as his successful vet appointment yesterday.

unlike usual, vernon’s noticeably quiet the whole meeting, and when you glance over, he’s gently running his finger behind vernard’s ears. he’s purring so loud, you’re sure the entire room can hear.

you clear your throat. “one last thing for today’s agenda. seeing as we’ve become so… attached, to this kitten, i’ve been reading up on our constitution, and there’s nothing that explicitly says we have to release every cat we find. but if we choose to keep the cat instead of putting them up for adoption, we have to go to a vote.” you smile at vernon, who’s beaming proudly from his chair. “i motion we allow one of our members to adopt this cat. can i get a second?”

one of the members speaks up eagerly. “i second the motion!”

you nod. “all in favor?”

every hand in the room shoots into the air. no one would dare ask him to part with his best buddy, and the vote passes unanimously.

you grin. “alright, then the motion has been accepted.”

vernon turns around, waving the kitten’s tiny little paw at the members. “welcome to the family, vernard!”

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The Photo Shoot

Pretty safe for work tickling story. Ended up a bit longer than I expected, but what can you do?

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Ryan always knew he was going to make it big. Ever since he was in high school he’d always gotten the lead parts in the school plays, and now that he was in university he was showing success in independent student productions. Of course he didn’t make any money off of any of those, and tuition for his school was expensive, which meant he had to work and had thousands in student loans to look forward to once he was done. He took this all in stride since he knew there was a pot of gold at the end of this very expensive rainbow.

One thing Ryan knew he needed if he was going to continue trying to be an actor was to get some professional pictures taken for auditions. So far he’d gotten free head shots taken by photography students. The problem is you get what you pay for, and some of the shots were clearly student work.

Luckily for Ryan, there were other photographers in town who were willing to work with students to get them some professional shots at a reduced rate. After a few days of searching, Ryan came across a photographer named Jay. He liked what he saw on Jay’s website (and liked his student discount even more) so he made an appointment to meet him. The two met for a consultation and Ryan booked a time slot to come to Jay’s studio.

On the day of the shoot, Jay brought several pairs of clothes to wear. Something formal, something casual, some streetwear, etc. When it came to the casual look, Jay instructed Ryan to take off his shoes and socks.

“Take them off? Why?”

“Shows vulnerability. Most people don’t show their feet at all, so it exposes a little bit more of you.”

Ryan wasn’t entirely convinced, but he still pulled off his shoes and socks and continued with the session.

It may have been his imagination, but Ryan felt that Jay kept glancing down at his bare feet. It wasn’t super obvious, and as far as Ryan could tell his feet were never the focus of any shots, but Jay’s eyes kept trailing down to them. Strange, yes, but Ryan didn’t want to cause a scene when he felt there was so much on the line.

Finally, with that last shot, they were done.

“Alright Ryan, that just about wraps it up. I think we got some good shots, but it will take me a few days to go through and clean them up.”

“Wow, alright, thanks. I’m looking forward to it. Can’t wait to see how they turn out.”

Ryan started to put his socks back on.

“Hey, kid, before you go any further, I have a business proposition for you. That is, if you’re looking to make a few bucks.”

Ryan stopped and looked over at the photographer. Extra money was never a bad thing.

“I mean, money is money, I guess. What are you looking for? This isn’t something dirty, is it? Because I’m not taking off my clothes.”

“Don’t worry, you’re already as undressed as you’d need to be. I just want to make a little video to post on my website.”

Ryan’s eyes narrowed.

“I’ve seen your website. You don’t have videos.”

The photographer gave a large toothy grin.

“Not that website, a different one. Here, come and take a look.”

Jay motioned for Ryan to follow him to the back of the studio where he had a large computer setup. Camera equipment and props were everywhere.

“Alright, just better not be anything too freaky.”

Ryan walked over to the far end of Jay’s studio on bare feet. When he got to the computer he was shocked by what he saw on the screen.

“Are those guys getting… tickled?”

Jay nodded and scrolled down the page a bit, showing Ryan more videos. Each one showed a young man (around Ryan’s age) being tickled. Some were tied up, some had their feet in stocks, and some just had their ankles being held down. Most were dressed like Ryan (which is to say fully dressed except for the shoes and socks), but others were in various states of undress. No one looked naked, though.

“Yup. Tickling sells well, you know. Lots of guys, and hell, women too, love seeing guys getting tickled. And it pays.”

Ryan’s ears perked up.

“People are willing to pay?”

“Oh sure. People are willing to pay for these videos if the model is cute and ticklish enough. And I have to say kid, you’re the exact type of guy they like to see.”

Ryan didn’t have much to say. His eyes stayed glued to the screen.

“I’ll make you a deal. You let me tickle you a little bit, just your feet so you don’t have to take anything else off, and not only will I not charge you for the shots, but I’ll actually give you a bit of what the video makes. What do you say?”

Ryan wanted to say no right away, but he hesitated. Not only would he get his shots for free, but he’d also get some cash for it, too? It seemed too good to be true.

“I mean… alright. I guess. As long as this is just tickling. I’m not doing anything else.”

“Alright, sounds good. And don’t worry, all I do is tickle guys, nothing else.”

Jay explained what would happen: Ryan would lay face down on a couch in the studio, so no one could see his face, and hang his bare feet over the side of the couch. Jay would sit on his legs and tickle his feet. It sounded easy enough. Ryan lay down, letting Jay move his body a little bit for the camera, and let himself relax (as much as he could). Once he was in place, Jay set up the camera and started recording.

Ryan was laying down on his stomach, bare feet on the arm of the couch, when he felt Jay straddle his ankles.

“Alright folks, this is our new tickle toy Brad. This is his first time with us, so let’s see how ticklish he is.”

Ryan (apparently going by the name Brad) tensed his whole body, waiting for whatever was supposed to come. Suddenly, he felt one finger on his right sole. It started up near his heel and trailed down towards his toes. Ryan flexed and curled his foot at the light ticklish sensation. No one had ever touched his feet (not that he could remember, anyways) so it was a strange feeling. The finger repeated the same movement on his left sole. This time Ryan wiggled a little bit under Jay, his foot waving side to side.

“Got some squirming going on it looks like. Let’s try something a little more ticklish”

One finger, one at a time, on each sole was suddenly replaced with five fingers on each sole. Those fingers dug into the insteps of his feet, scratching the soft sensitive skin there. Ryan jumped (though stayed pinned down by Jay’s weight) and started to kick his feet.

“Oh shit, what the fuck?!”

“Oh yeah, we got a ticklish one here.”

The fingers really worked their way in there, kneading the flesh of his feet. Ryan kept trying to kick those tickling fingers away, but Jay’s grip was just too strong. There was nothing that Ryan could do to make it stop. He could, of course, always say stop, but then he’d have to pay for his headshots. That was a huge motivation to stay here on the couch.

Several minutes after just assaulting the center of his feet, the hands started roaming over the real estate that was Ryan’s soft size 12 soles. The fingers came up to Ryan’s heels and attacked. Ryan jumped, and was suddenly barking out with laughter when Jay found an especially ticklish spot: the part of his sole right before his heel.

“Oh, sounds like we got a live one here!”

“NOO! PLEEEEASE!”

Fingers descended on that spot on each foot. It wasn’t just fingers working their way into the foot, but now nails were scraping and scratching too. The only thing Ryan’s over stimulated mind could think of was that this was like ringing a doorbell. It was loud, it was intense, and it was beyond annoying that Jay found this spot that reduced him to a laughing mess.

“Holy crap is he sensitive right here. How are you doing Brad? Want me to stop?”

“Y-Y-YES PL-PL-PLEEEEASE!”

“No? You’re all good? Sounds great to me!”

“NOOO!”

Jay continued to exploit the sensitive spot, attacking viciously with his fingers. Ryan was sure he was going to pass out when the tickling mercifully ended.

“Th-thank God…”

“He thought that was bad, wait till he gets a load of this…”

“Wait, what?!”

“Here comes the brush!”

Ryan’s entire body jolted when a broad hairbrush started attacking that same sensitive spot. The brush moved violently back and forth with cruel abandon. This was the worst feeling yet. Ryan was in absolute hysterics, thrashing as much as he could, trying to buck Jay off his legs. His feet kicked and squirmed to get away, one foot trying to cover the other for protection. His face and throat were starting to get sore from the laughter.

“Oh yeah, we got him right here.”

Not even able to say anything, Ryan continued to cackle. The brush alternated between feet, and each time it switched feet it was like the first time all over again. Tears were starting to stream from his tightly shut eyes. This was the first time he truly regretted his decision, and despite the promise of free shots and money, he found the urge to call out stop was right on the tip of his tongue. He bit it back though, he wasn’t going to give up.

The tickling changed, and now the brush was going up and down his soles. Again, Ryan tried curling his foot up to avoid the tickling, but Jay grabbed Ryan’s toes and flexed them back, stretching his sole out. Jay’s grip was too strong and Ryan wasn’t able to escape. He laughed and giggled, unable to stop as the brush scrubbed up and down his flexed sole. People got off on this? Ryan figured they must all be sadists.

“Let’s see how ticklish Brad’s toes are.”

The brush stopped for just a second (giving Ryan exactly one second of peace) before attacking the toes that Jay was holding back. Oh god. This was bad. This was worse than the spot hear his heels. This was like fire. Ryan didn’t just laugh, he was screaming. Tears were flowing so freely that he could taste them on his lips. He wanted to yell stop, he wanted this tickling to end, but he couldn’t form the words.

Jay continued tickling those toes, holding them tightly, even as the feet started to become slick with sweat. This of course made the brush slide and glide all the more easily. The brush scrubbed the tips of the toes all the way down to the sensitive little gap under each toe.

The tickling continued for a few minutes until finally, mercifully, it stopped.

“There we go, that was Brad. I think he did pretty well. Let me know if you want to see more of this boy.”

Jay concluded by slapping both of Ryan’s sensitive soles, making him jump and squeak.

Jay got up off of Ryan and turned off the camera.

“There we go kid, that’s it. You did good, I have to say, I think you’re going to be pretty popular.”

“Holy shit that was bad. Like… holy shit. You were torturing me.”

Jay laughed.

“That’s why they call it tickle torture. People love it.”

Ryan didn’t want to stick around much longer. He got up off the couch (his clothes were sticking to his body from all the sweat), put his shoes and socks back on (which was hard since his feet were so sensitive after the tickling), thanked Jay and left.

Several days later two things dropped in Ryan’s email. The first was a set of edited photographs. Ryan was happy to see that they looked professional and much better than any of the student work he’d had done so far. The second was much more interesting. It was an e-transfer for a couple of hundred dollars.

Ryan stared at the screen for a few minutes before he decided to call Jay.

“Hello?”

“Hey man, It’s Ryan. Thanks for the pictures, I just got them. They’re really good”

“No worries, I’m happy you’re happy.”

“So… what was the money you sent?”

“I told you that you’d get a bit of the money from the tickle video. It was pretty popular right off the bat, so that’s your share.”

“All that for just letting you tickle my feet?”

“Oh yeah. And if you’re ever interested we could do it again. You could maybe even make some more next time.”

“Like… how much more?”

“Depends on how far you’re willing to go. There’s some bondage, there’s some upper body tickling, there’s even some foot worship and tickling that drives some people wild. You interested?”

Ryan looked at the e-transfer again.

“Yeah, maybe. Tell me more.”

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just saw the last post and it made me very sensitive idk why but can you please write something like yn giving comfort/ emotional support for the knb boys (you pick) seeing those babies being comforted by their so is such a cute trope: (

GOM + Kagami - Getting comforted by s/o after a loss

Akashi

It was quiet in the locker room now. Everyone had left, and even the few stragglers of spectators who were in the stands were making their way home. Everyone except Akashi.

You waited patiently for him to come out. Knowing this was a difficult time for him, even if he had been an exemplary sport after his loss, he was probably feeling a lot of emotions he’d never felt before. You wanted to be there for him.

“[Y/N]? What are you still doing here?”

You looked up as Akashi suddenly appeared. Showered. Dressed. And out of his uniform. He looked like he did almost every other day you’d seen him. “I wanted to wait for you.”

He gave a soft smile and shrugged his bag up. “Thank you [Y/N]. I appreciate it. Really though, I’m fine. I didn’t think I would feel this way but…it’s a new experience. A new opportunity for learning.”

You offer him a soft smile back. Still in awe at how well Akashi was taking his first ever loss.

The two of you walk out of the stadium, where everyone had cleared out of now, as it started to rain. “Oh dear. That’s not good.”

“Must be a sign.”

“You certainly can’t walk to the station like this. Let me call a car and they can drop you off before they take me to the hotel.”

“Thank you Akashi-kun.” You tell him. Genuinely thankful that you wouldn’t have to walk in the rain as he pulled out his phone.

He unlocked the screen but then just held his phone there for a long moment. A blank, sort of wide eye stare illuminated by the screen. “….Akashi-kun?”

“I can’t call him.” You blinked at Akashi. Not sure what he was talking about. “I can’t call my father.”

You realize that his hand holding the phone was starting to shake. The pink cloud of his sportsmanship suddenly breaking away to dark clouds of doubt. He’d have to tell his father he lost. He’d have to tell his father than he failed.

Stepping forward you quickly wrap your arms around Akashi and hold him tight. The phone dropped from his hand with a clatter as he clung to you back. Drowned out by the sudden downpour that opened up from the sky. They could call for a car, or a cab, or his father later. They didn’t have to do that all right now.

Aomine

You sat in the waiting room, listening to the vague sounds of local TV news as you scrolled through your phone. Looking up once more to check the clock.

You knew that Aomine’s appointment was going to take a while, but you didn’t think this long. You were tempted to ask the nurse again how long this was going to take but you’d already used up your 3 allotted asks, and she was giving you the stink eye every time you got up to get a drink or use the restroom.

The double doors slide open, and Aomine walked through. His hands stuffed in his pockets. His eyes trained on the linoleum.

“Hey. How did it go? Did you get everything squared away?” You asked. Trying to sound chipper despite having sat here for several mind-numbing hours. He didn’t answer, or look up at you, and just kept walking out the door. “Aomine? Hey, Aomine!”

You sprint up to him once out the door and grab his arm. He jerked away roughly and kept walking. “Hey. What’s wrong. You asked me to come with you and drive you back home after your appointment, and now you’re blowing me off.”

“I wanna walk.”

“Walk? Aomine we’re not even in the same district as your apartment. Aomine….Aomine stop. Will you talk to me?”

He made it to the end of the block with you following him. This dazed look in his eyes like he was thinking about just walking into traffic. “My knee is shot.” He told you. “Doc said even with surgery & PT they can’t fix it.” The realization suddenly hit you before he even said it. “I can’t play basketball anymore.”

Your hand covered your mouth and you felt tears well up in your eyes. Basketball was everything to Aomine. If he couldn’t play, you didn’t know what he’d do with himself. “Aomine-kun…I’m so sorry.”

“Whatever. Had to end sometime.”

You were able to convenience him to go back to the car. He couldn’t walk home from here anyway. You made it about four turns from the hospital before Aomine suddenly curled up in the front seat and started to cry. Shock finally fading away and breaking open the dam inside him.

You immediately pulled the car over and turned on your hazards, before unbuckling your seat belt and draping yourself over him in a hug as best you could. “It’s gonna be ok Aomine.”

“What am I gonna do now?” He wailed.

You didn’t know the answer to that. But there had to be something he could do besides basketball. The two of you just had to figure it out.

Kise

“Ahhhh….[Y/N]cchi, I’m so nervous!”

“Why are you so nervous? Didn’t your manager say you were a shoo-in for this job?”

The two of you were on the way to a big model shoot in town. One for a national campaign, and one of Kise’s first. Up until now he had only been in local, albeit high profile, campaigns for his agency. This one would put his face all over Japan. His first real big break.

“They did, but it’s never done until it’s done. Ya know?”

“Just be confident!” You encouraged as you made your way up the stairs. “Once they see you, I’m sure they’ll book you right on the spot. You’re great Kise. Don’t you forget it.”

The blonde offered you a smile as you made your way further into the venue and on the shoot.

The two of you marveled at the size of it. National campaigns definitely had a lot more equipment and buy in than the local campaigns apparently.

You had just made your way past guest services when you saw Kise’s manager hurrying up to you. “Ah, manager-san. Hello! I hope I’m on time for the shoot.”

“Kise…there’s been a…slight change.”

You both look surprised as his manager explained that the campaign executives had decided to go a different direction. Something a little more edgy and dark. An aesthetic that Kise couldn’t fit into, in their opinion, so he had been cut.

“My sincerest apologies for not getting in touch with you before you arrived. I was just informed myself. Don’t worry, I’ll let them know that you still arrived and see to it that they pay for your time. This might not have worked out this time, but your promptness and team effort will really make headway on the next one.”

“Oh yes…of course.” Kise replied in his pseudo-positive attitude. Meanwhile the hand holding yours was gripping it very tight. “Please let them know that I appreciate their consideration. And that I look forward to hopefully working together on the next one.”

The two men bow, and you make your way back to the elevator. “I’m so sorry Kise.”

“I didn’t even get my foot in the door.” He replied. Finally revealing how crestfallen he was now that the doors were closed and you were alone. “Literally. They didn’t even let me in the door.”

He laughed once, but it quickly turned into a gulped sob he was trying to hold back. To which you quickly scoop him up in your arms for a hug. “Don’t let those jerks see you cry.”

“No. No. Of course not.” He agreed. Wiping his face and smiling again just as the doors opened. “Hey, there’s always an opportunity for me to become and actor, eh?”

Midorima

Today was the day. The test scores were out.

Shutoku continued with the, what you considered, barbaric tradition of posting everyone’s test scores out in the open for all to see. For people to judge and, in some cases, openly mock their classmates for their academic achievements.

You found your score very quickly. A respectable middle of the pack.

You then looked for Midorima’s score on the front run sheet and felt your gut drop when he didn’t break top 3. He was going to be crushed.

Scanning the crowd, you spot the green haired mop of Midorima’s head walking away and chase after him. “Midorima-kun!” He stopped and turned to face you. “Are you ok?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Well I….I know you were hoping to get top 3 on the exams. I just wanted to make sure you’re ok.”

“I’m not that fragile.” He said in a gruff tone as he hiked his bag higher. “I’ll just have to try harder next time.”

“I suppose that’s a good attitude.” You add as you follow along with him. “I know you worked hard this time too.”

“Man proposes, God disposes.”

You sigh as you hear Midorima’s motto. You knew he was trying to be practical about this, but you knew he was disappointed.

Stepping forward a couple paces, you turn and wrap your arms around his chest. Giving him a big hug. “You did a good job Midorima-kun.”

You felt him tense for a moment. Then relax. Then a hand came up to softly land on your shoulder. “Thank you [Y/N].”

Releasing him, you smile up at Midorima. “Do you want me to help you study for the next one?”

“That would be nice. Thank you.”

Mursakibara

It was usually quite around this time at school. Most clubs and activities had ended for the day, with everyone heading him. You had just finished up your club and were waiting for Murasakibara to finish up with his practice.

You waited and waited until you saw him. Shuffling out into the hall with a much slower gait than usual. “Murasaki-kun? Is everything ok?”

“No.” He replied quickly. “Muro-chin is mad at me.”

“Mad at you?” That was unusual. “Why is he mad at you?” The purple haired giant shrugged. “Are you sure he’s mad then?”

“Yes.” He answered, again quickly. “He yelled at me and called me stupid.”

Your eyes widen in alarm. That was very unlike Himuro, who was usually so patient with his teammate. “I’m…sorry that happened Murasaki-kun. Maybe he’s just going through a lot right now.”

“I don’t care.” He seemed to really mean it. “He shouldn’t have yelled at me. I’m not stupid.”

You could see that that really bothered him. People always assumed that because Murasakibara was a little childish and lazy, that he was stupid. He wasn’t. Usually he didn’t care too much about what people thought of him, but he respected Himuro and his opinion. And for him to call him stupid really hurt his feelings.

“I’m sorry Murasaki-kun. I’m sure he didn’t mean it. He’ll apologize.”

“I’m not stupid.”

Stepping forward, you wrap your arms around Murasakibara’s waist after he repeated the insult. Clearly very hurt. Squeezing him tight you told him, “I know you’re not,” and just held on to him for a while. His attitude seemed to improve a little after the hug and you told him, “let’s stop by the parfait shop on the way home. My treat.”

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Ho Hey - The Lumineers

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

I belong with you, you belong with me You're my sweetheart

Weeks went by and Lyanna could see Charles making fast progress. It wasn't long before he was fully able to move again, and even the doctors were impressed by his recovery. Towards the end of November, as she was cutting up a butternut squash to make soup, a half-smiling Charles burst into the kitchen, coming back from his last weekly medical appointment.

“Lyanna… baby, guess what?”

“I don’t know but it must be good since you are smiling like that.”

He took the keys to his Pista out of his pocket and waved them in front of his girlfriend.

“The doctor told me that I could drive again!”

In surprise, Lyanna almost cut herself. She put the knife to the side and looked up at Charles with wide, joy-filled eyes.

“That’s amazing news, Charles! I’m so happy for you!” she said as she almost jumped on him.

“Careful, I still have to take things easy.”

“Sorry, sorry, it’s just that I know how much you missed driving. Did he tell you anything about racing in F1?”

“He said that it’s something that I must see with our medical team at Ferrari but to him, it should not be a problem. I’m going to finally be able to work on my simulator. It was collecting dust; I can’t wait to use it again. So this was the big news. On the way home I thought about something and I would like to have your honest opinion on it.”

“Shoot.”

“I was thinking that since I missed driving, I don’t have to be to the factory because technically winter break is about to beginning, you’ve been playing nurse with me for the past three weeks and you haven’t seen your family in a while… I was wondering if you wanted to visit them? It would be a nice and long road trip. Perfect for me to get back to driving in a really relaxing way.”

“Charles Leclerc, are you asking to meet my family?”

Charles shrugged and tried to pretend that it was just an idle idea and not something he'd been thinking about for days. He really wanted to meet Lyanna's family. It was one more step in their relationship but he was ready and he hoped Lyanna was too.

The young woman thought she detected a flicker of doubt in her boyfriend's eyes. She moved closer to him and put her arms around his neck before sealing her lips with his. Charles grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto the counter. He pulled away from her and rested his forehead against hers, playing with the knots of the apron the actress was wearing.

“I have to call my mom to see when she would like us to come.”

“So it’s a yes?”

She nodded as she put her hand against Charles's cheek and kissed him again. Now she had to find a way to tell her mother that she was coming to visit and that Charles would be with her.

A few days later, the couple were ready for the trip. Charles was trying to wedge their bags as best he could into the trunk of his Pista, while Lyanna was on the phone to her mother.

“I’m telling you mom, if it’s too much for you, Charles and I can always go to the hotel.”

“No, darling, it’s fine. I just want the house to be clean and perfect. I still have to go grocery shopping. Is he allergic to anything? Does he have to follow a special diet?”

Lyanna rolled her eyes. She knew that coming with Charles would be stressful for her mom. She always had a hard time mingling with people that had a superior lifestyle to her own, being ashamed of being a single mother from the working class. Her mom was not a jealous person, she had just developed a strong inferiority complex. So meeting Charles who was a millionaire was a tough experience for her mom. She was scared he would judge her, something that Lyanna found really stupid. But she was her mom and she could not change her.

“All good. We are ready to go, love!” exclaimed Charles as he closed the trunk.

“I have to go mom, see you tonight.”

“Be careful on the road, okay. Remind Charles that the motorway is not a F1 track.”

“Don’t worry mom, I’m safe with him. The only thing you should be scared of is his capacity to not park right.”

Lyanna had deliberately said the words a little louder as Charles walked past her. He shook his head and stuck his tongue out at Lyanna, who responded by doing the same. She finally hung up before getting into the car and fastening her seatbelt. She looked at Charles, who looked like a child on Christmas Eve. He was happy to be behind the wheel at last. A painkiller for Charles before setting off, and they were on their way. To get to Lyanna's family, they had to travel for almost seven hours. Lyanna had therefore prepared a long playlist of her and Charles's favourite music, as well as snacks, although they had planned to stop off at a restaurant to eat along the way.

The journey was punctuated by laughter and singing off keys to their favourite songs. Even if the grey and cold November weather was not ideal for driving, the young couple managed to make the trip a moment of complicity. They ended up stopping several hours later at a restaurant on the border between Switzerland and France. From what Lyanna could see, it looked like a farmhouse inn. She glanced at Charles, trying to find out implicitly whether he was tempted by the restaurant or would prefer to stop elsewhere.

Charles parked the Pista and they headed for the entrance. It was a warm, friendly place with panelled walls et checkered patterns on the chairs. The waitress took them to a small table with a magnificent view of a lake. It must have been a beautiful place in midsummer, with the sun shining, Lyanna thought to herself. They were served quickly, the restaurant having very few customers, and out of the corner of her eye Lyanna noticed a little blonde girl who couldn't have been more than four years old, watching Charles attentively with big blue eyes.

“I think you have a fan…” whispered Lyanna to Charles.

He questioned her, and Lyanna beckoned him to look to her right. The little girl saw that Charles had noticed her and hid in the arms of her father, who was too busy chatting to what Lyanna assumed was his wife to notice his daughter's little antics.

Charles smiled broadly and waved at the child, who tugged at his father's sleeve to get his attention. He leaned over to his daughter and whispered a few words in her ear. He then looked away to concentrate on Charles. Then he gave the child a gentle push in the direction of the pilot. The little girl approached shyly, twisting her fine hair around her fingers.

“Hello, little one.” Said Charles as he stood up and immediately crouched to the kid’s height.

“Hello, mister. I like your hair. They are pretty.”

“Thank you?” chuckled Charles not expecting it. “And I like your dress. What is your name, beautiful?”

“Lizzy. And you?”

“I’m Charles, and this is Lya.”

Lyanna waved at the little girl.

“Is she your wife?” asked Lizzy.

Charles was taken aback by the question and stuttered, at a loss for an answer. As for Lyanna, she could feel the blood rushing to her face and burning her cheeks.

“Uh, well… no. She is just my girlfriend. But maybe one day, she will be my wife. I don’t know.”

“She is pretty.” Complimented Lizzy while looking at Lyanna.

“That, she is. And what are you doing here, Lizzy?”

“I’m bored. My daddy and my mummy are ignoring me. I’m feeling lonely. Do you want to play with me? I have a colouring book but I can't colour without crossing the lines.”

Charles looked at Lyanna to see if she minded. She indicated that it was okay with her and Charles nodded in Lizzy's direction as she hurried off to get her pencils and colouring book.

“I think someone has a little crush.” Teased Lyanna as Charles shrugged.

Lizzy came back quickly and put her things on the table, then came and sat on Charles's lap. Lyanna watched them in silence as Charles gave Lizzy instructions and advice as best he could, making her laugh as he bounced her on his knee.

Deeply moved by the scene, Lyanna discreetly took out her phone and snapped a few photos, which she sent to Pascale. The young woman began to think that Charles really was very good with children and would probably make a good father one day. The thought gave her a warm feeling in her lower belly.

“I’m sorry about Elisabeth. She has the habit to annoy people.” Lizzie’s father came to them with his wife behind him.

“She did not annoy us at all!” defended Charles “You have a really sweet daughter.”

“Oh thank you. And you guys make a beautiful couple.” Added the mother.

They said a quick goodbye and Lizzie put her little arms around Charles to give him a hug before kissing Lyanna's cheek and following her parents.

“Well, that was cute.” Lyanna said as they were leaving soon after the restaurant and as they set off again.

“Definitely. I know it’s early in the relationship to have this kind of discussion but, do you want kids? Because I want some…” asked her Charles which took Lyanna by surprise. She had never really thought about it.

“Um, I don’t know… I mean. I love kids but do I want some? I…guess? At some point? Not tomorrow that’s for sure but in a few years, maybe.”

“Yeah, sure. I’m not saying that I want to be a dad tomorrow. I would like to win a championship before.”

“How many would you like?” asked Lyanna. She liked to see his face lighting up when he talked about having a family.

“Three! It’s the perfect number. Ideally, two boys and a girl. That would be the ultimate goal.”

“I think two for me is enough… I don’t know how I could manage three. And you do know that you can’t chose the gender, right?”

“I know, it’s just… in a perfect world, I have a world champion title with Ferrari, three amazing kids, an amazing wife and a house with a big garden in the heights of Monaco. What does your perfect world look like?”

Lyanna looked out of the window; she had never given it much serious thought. She lived from day to day without trying to project herself. She closed her eyes for a moment and let her mind wander.

“A house, not too big and not too small. A cozy atmosphere. I would love a big fireplace for when it’s cold during winter. And… you. I’m going to sound cheesy as fuck, but honestly my definition of perfect world is wherever you are.

Charles looked at her with a smile and took her hand, bringing it to his lips. He then intertwined his fingers with hers and spent the rest of the journey like this.

It was late when they arrived outside Lyanna's mother's house. The neighbourhood was quiet and Charles was able to park his Pista out of sight. He was the first to get out of the car and hurried to open Lyanna's door as she tried to delay seeing her mother as long as possible. She loved her mother more than anything and wanted the visit to go as smoothly as possible. She didn't know what she would do if her mother didn't like Charles.

Just then, a figure emerged from the house and came towards them. The first thing Charles noticed was how Lyanna was the spitting image of his mother. The second was the way she looked at him as she took her daughter in her arms. With one look, she'd made it clear that she had her eye on him and that he didn't have her wrapped around his little finger.

Well, Charles thought, it was time for him to bring his A game.

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I Don't Want It

Angst: 17. "You're Pregnant?" "I don't want it" w/ Nolan Moyle

Warnings: kinda smut, abortion talk, sad ending.

I pace back and forth in Nolan’s bathroom waiting for a stick of plastic to seal my fate. I’ve been sick lately and realized it has been almost 2 months since my last period. I look at the timer on my phone and it says 10 seconds left. I take a deep breath before making my way over to the stick, turning it over. My heart sinks down into my stomach as the tests reveal a pink plus sign.

I take a seat down on the tub and think ‘okay, false positive’. I take another one out of the package and dip in the cup of my pee. I sit and pull out my phone to text Nolan:

Y/n: Hey, I’m in your room. Jay let me in. When will you be home? 😊

Lover😍: Naked I hope 😉

Lover😍: I’ll be like 20 minutes

Lover😍: Don’t start without me 😉

Nolan responded quickly. 20 minutes gives me enough time to hide these things before Nolan gets home. I turn the second one over to confirm that I am pregnant. I walk back into Nolan’s room and hide the tests in my drawer in his dresser

I lay down and call my doctors office to make an appointment. I stand up and look out the window to the backyard when the receptionist answers the phone. I respond to her salutation with “Hi, it’s Y/f/n and I was just seeing if you have any appointments for anytimes this week” she answers me telling which days and times she has available when I feel some arms wrap themselves around me “Yeah, Friday at 4 is great. Thank you” I say ending the call. I turn into Nolan’s arms and he lifts me a bit, throwing me against the wall kissing me hungerly.

“I’m glad you didn’t start without me” he smirks into my lips, “You aren’t naked though” he deepens the kiss, lifting my shirt and taking it off.

I can’t help but think about having a bump. I don’t know how long I’ve been pregnant. I missed two periods and never noticed, I could be showing. We have sex every single day I’m sure I would have noticed by now. But I am so paranoid. I push Nolan off me worried, grabbing my shirt and putting it on quickly. Nolan stands back looking at me confused, “What’s your deal?”

“Nothing, I just don’t feel to good” I say back. Nolan comes in close.

“Let me make you feel better” he says before attaching his lips to my neck.

“No, Nolan. Stop!” he steps away

“For real, whats your deal?!” he says, “You’re acting weird”

“I’m really not feeling good, Nolan” I say and sit on the bed. Nolan walks around the bed and lays on the other side of his bed. He pulls me down and I lift my legs up on the bed and he cuddles me in his chest.

“I’m sorry” he says pressing a kiss on my head. I didn’t even notice I was falling asleep until Nolan woke me up.

“What Nol” I say waking

“I’m hungry” he whines

“Go eat then” I laugh at my whiny boyfriend

“Make me dinner” He says ,”I don’t want to cook”. I laugh stretching out and getting out of bed.

“Come on then, I need a sous-chef” I laugh and Nolan follows me to the kitchen.

After dinner I clean up the kitchen before going to wash up in the bathroom. After I wash my face and brush my teeth I lift my shirt and turn looking in the mirror. I rub my hand underneath my belly button and do notice a bump. I rub my belly with my hands upwards resting my hands underneath my breasts seeing if I could see my bump with this hand placement. The door opens revealing a laughing Nolan, “What are you doing?”. I pull my shirt down and quickly tried to think of something.

“I’m fat” I say. Nolan laughs more.

“Babe, you’re not fat. Just really bloated”

My face turns cherry red. ‘So I do look different’ I think to myself.

“Come to bed, babe” Nolan says, grabbing my hand. We lay in bed, Nolan rubbing my back as I lay inside of his arms. Suddenly I break the silence

“When do you want to have kids?” I say

“Are you setting me up for something?” Nolan laughs

“No, I just wonder if I would be a good mother” I start, “Like I know you’re going to be a great dad-”

“Woah babe, when the time comes sure” he stops me, “You are all over the place”.

“You don’t want to have a baby?” I ask

“Yeah, when I’m like 30” he laughs, “We already went over this, I’m not changing my mind. For now I’m good with doing the fun part”. He laughs but ouff. That sucks to hear. I brush it off like it didn’t though and laugh along. I peck Nolan’s lips before resuming to silence

“Babe” Nolan says a couple minutes later getting my attention

“Yes Nol”

“I’m really fucking horny” he says and he hand travels down squeezing my ass. “I really want you right now” I whines. I pull away from Nolan and look up at him. “What babe? You left me hanging earlier” he says slightly annoyed.

“I can’t tonight” I say

“But babe, I won’t see you until after my game on Friday!” He says “Just suck my dick then?”

“Fine” I say before going down on him

Thursday goes by and I didn’t see Nolan since I left that morning because he had practice and I had a project to work on, then Friday is game night but before I had an appointment. I am sitting at the doctors office waiting for the doctor so come in when I get a text from Nolan:

Lover😍: Party at my place tonight

Y/n: Okay, can’t wait

The doctor comes in and I tell him about the two tests and he asks me when my last period was, if I knew who the father was, and all the basic questions. The he took a urine and a blood sample and left the room. He came back in shortly after to confirm I am 12 weeks and 4 days. My jaw dropped “12?! That’s 3 months.” I say. The doctor confirmed that I was almost out of my first trimester. He told me some options and that I may be running out of time for some. I got up and said “Can I call you if I have any questions?”. He laughed and said I could and gave me another number as well.

I left the doctors office and went home to my apartment to put on my Michigan hoodie, jeans and white vans and headed to the game. I got to the game and sat in my normal seat beside Grano’s girlfriend. “Hey! I was wondering when you’d get here” she says

“Hey, yeah I had a doctor’s appointment and it was a little longer than I thought” I reply

“Everything okay”

“Umm, no. Not really” I say “I’m 3 months pregnant”

“No way! How long have you known?!”

“Wednesday afternoon I took a test at the boys house. Like I’m so stupid for not noticing, I did not have any symptoms until Monday then realized Wednesday that I missed like 2 of my periods” I go on

“Did you tell Nolan yet? When is the due date?”

“Not yet, and end of August” I say “Do not tell Grano please. I need to tell Nolan first” I continued

“So where did you put the tests”

“In my drawer in Nolan’s room” I say

She asks me a dozen more questions throughout the game. The boys ended up winning 5-1 and we make our way down to the tunnel waiting for the boys. Nolan and Grano come out together. Nolan leans down giving me a kiss pulling away saying “Let’s go”.

The house becomes packed pretty quickly. “Do you want a drink?” Nolan leans down to my ear so I can here him.

“No, I’m okay” I say, “I’m driving Sydney home after” I lie. Grano’s girlfriend sees I’m uncomfortable and swoops in

“I’m taking your girlfriend for a second” she says to Nolan

“Get her a drink” he says

“Will do” she yells back. We enter the kitchen and she looks at me “Tought I’d remove you from that conversation”. We stay in the kitchen and chat for a bit before returning to the boys when Jay comes up to Nolan.

“I need a condom” Jay says

“Just pull out, that’s what we do” Nolan says, I choke on the water. “Bottom left drawer, dresser” Nolan tells Jay.

“Thanks, I owe you one” Jay says before running up to Nolan’s room. Nolan places his hands on my waist then moves them forward rubbing my stomach while wrapping his arms around me. I jump at the his hands on my stomach.

“Woah, whats up?” he asks

“Nothing, you just scared me” I say. His phone buzzes and he grabs his phone out of his pocket reading the text, he leans down giving me a kiss on the lips. “Who is that?”

“It’s just Jay. He is probably ripping my room apart looking for the rubbers” Nolan laughs. I immediately pause. Shit. Run up the stairs and into Nolan’s bedroom locking the door behind me. I find Jay inside the room with my drawer open.

“Do not say anything! He doesn’t know yet!” I say to Jay, “I’m going to tell him just not tonight”. Jay nods and opens the door as I put the two test in the waist of my pants. Nolan walks in the room.

“What the fuck was that?” Nolan asks, “You’re being weird”.

“I thought he found personal stuff” I say walking back down stairs. Nolan follows me down the stairs back to the group of guys where Holtzy and Truss have joined in on the conversation. I was going to stick with the group and leave quietly to it didn’t look obvious that I going to hide something. But, as we are talking Nolan gets handsy, making me nervous. I buck my hips forward but Nolan grabs ahold of my waist right where the pregnancy tests were hiding and turns me around, lifting my shirt. He pulls it out of the waist of my pants and reads them. The rest of the group wide eyes looks at me then Nolan, and back and forth. Nolan looks up but not at me, like he is registering my actions from the week. He brings his hand up wipes it across his face.

“You’re pregnant?” he finally says

“Nol, I didn’t want to tell you here. I was going to tell you but-”

“I don’t want it,” he interrupts. I blush slightly embarrassed to be doing this in front of everyone.

“I-”

“Get rid of it” he interrupts again

“Nolan, I’m almost 13 weeks. It i-”

“I don’t care, get rid of it” He says

“No” I say putting my foot down. He bites the inside on his lips and nods his head.

“You’re on your own then” he says turning around leaving me there. I clench my jaw and tears begin to trickle down my face. I turn to the group.

“I’m going to go” I say to them.

“I’ll walk you home” Holtzy says, “Gotta walk by your place anyway”

Holtzy and I leave the party and walk towards my place, he keeps looking over in a protective way. “You wanna talk about it?” he says. I shake my head.

“Nothing to say really” I say looking down at my feet.

“You aren’t going to listen to him are you?” he asks

“No, I graduate soon so it’s not like I will still be in school. I’m not against doing that but I just couldn’t do it” I say.

We make it to my apartment and I give him a hug before entering. I take a deep breath before going to my bedroom and locking myself away from the world.

Part 2 Coming soon!

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eclecticqueennerd · 10 months

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Confessions

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Y/N Ending

Staring at Homelander’s corpse, breathing ragged, you felt a hand touch your shoulder. You turn around and see Butcher standing next to you. How is this possible? Homelander beat him within an inch of his life, at the very least he should be comatose. You see the rolled-up sleeve and track marks.

“Come on, let’s leave before others find out what happened.” Butcher goes to grab your hand and you snatch them away.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Y/n I aint fuckin around. You just dusted Vought’s pride and joy and they’re gonna be lookin for ya. We need to leave while we can.”

“I’m not going anywhere with a liar!”

“Wha?”

“Your arm.” Butcher looks down, “You just shot up Temp-V after you promised you wouldn’t. How can I trust you if you can’t even keep your promises?”

“What else was I supposed to do y/n I was dying! We can talk about this later.”

“We’re not talking about anything later. Bye Butcher.” You begin to walk away from Butcher but then he grabs your arm.

“You don’t get to walk away from me.”

“Is there a problem here?” Ben now at your side. You step away from both men, Butchers eyes narrow.

“Mind your fucking business you supe cunt.”

“Anything with y/n is my business. How many times do I have to remind you, she’s, my girl.”

“She aint your girl she’s mine.”

“I’m no one’s girl!” The two men break the stare off and look at you. “This whole time I’ve been helping you fight Vought and fight Payback; I never got a chance to be what it’s like to be by myself. I never got to grieve for my poor husband.” You start crying. Butcher reaches out for you. “No! Don’t touch me. I’m done with this superhero shit.” You leave before the two of them get a chance to change your mind.

You find out that Grace was in the hospital, and you rushed to be by her side. Homelander never killed her but the attack left her paralyzed. In hopes to repay her for all her kindness, you become her caretaker. You helped her with daily activities, bathing, dressing, cooking, and cleaning.

“You know y/n you don’t have to do this.” Grace would always tell you in the beginning.

“I know I don’t have to do it; I want to. I want to repay all the kindness you showed me.” Grace helped you find a therapist to work out the shit you went through and how to develop copeing skills for when your PTSD arose its ugly head. Winding down one evening, the two of you were sitting in the living room watching the news when you got a strong urge to vomit. You ran to the bathroom did so. Confused, you walked back to the living room and Grace gave you a look.

“You, okay?”

“Yeah, something must not have agreed with my stomach, I just puked.” Graces attention fell back towards the tv.

“Hmm.”

The following morning, you felt like garbage. You made multiple trips to the bathroom, either to vomit or dry heave. You also noticed that your breasts were more tender than they have been, which isn’t normal. Weird…

“Y/n, have you thought about taking a pregnancy test?” Grace asked once you sat down at the breakfast table with a glass of tepid water.

“I don’t see the point in that, I can’t get pregnant after getting my tubes tied.”

“Theres always a small chance of getting pregnant y/n, the doctor explained that when you were still drugged, which I think he should’ve waited. Did you use protection when you shacked up with Butcher?” Oh shit. You made a doctor’s appointment.

“I’m afraid Grace is right y/n, test results came back positive, we tested both your blood and urine. We can perform an ultrasound to determine how far along you are, but basing off your symptoms and the timeline you gave us, we estimate you at approximately 6-8 weeks. We also feel like with your accelerated healing powers, it caused the tubes to grow back together. If it weren’t for you having the abilities you have, the surgery may have been more successful.”

Your heart sank into your stomach. You can’t be pregnant, it wasn’t possible. Reading your expression, the doctor adds,

“We can arrange for… a procedure to take place in a few days’ time if you didn’t want to keep it.” Several minutes of silence befell the room as you mulled over your thoughts.

“I’ll keep it.”

Grace’s family heard what happened to her and they arrived at her home to care for her. Even though Grace wanted you to stay, you felt unwelcome by her family. You decided to find an apartment in the city. Packing up the final boxes into the van, you give Grace a hug and bid farewell.

“Make sure you call me when you get there. Send me your schedule for your appointments and I’ll be there for you.”

“Thanks Grace.”

*Third trimester*

Arriving back to your apartment after a long day of being on your feet, you notice a small daisy on your doormat. This event occurred the same day every week since you moved back to the city. You always look around the hallway to see any figures and like usual, no one. You pick up the flower and make your way into the apartment and set it on the counter. Then, strong contractions began in your abdomen and lower back, water trickled down your legs. You pull out your phone,

“Grace, It’s time.”

*4 years later*

You moved to a small town just outside the city. The apartment complex wasn’t awful, it was close enough for you to make the trip into the city but far enough from all the stressors of city life. What prompted the move was the weekly flower delivery made you feel uneasy and watched. You and your daughter, who you named Lyla, always went out for ice cream on Wednesdays at the mom-and-pop ice cream parlor. Walking up to the second floor of the apartment building ice creams in hand, you reach your door and unlock it. The two of you enter the apartment and while you kicked off your shoes, you noticed a familiar pair of boots. Before you could react,

“Mommy? Who’s that?” you look up to where your daughter was pointing. There standing in front of you, was the man you left all those years ago in Vought’s lab. He still looked the same, beard maintained, brown hair a little longer now, his tall frame still holds the same confidence, face appeared more weathered than before.

“Hey.” He spoke. Lyla must’ve noticed the look on your face. She began tugging at your sleeve, showing her nerves. You break eye contact with him and look at your daughter, who serves as the daily reminder of the steamy nights you shared with the man in front of you.

“It’s okay honey. That’s your daddy.”

The end

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