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whatsk-poppinhomies · 11 months

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Pairing : Banchan x F!Reader & Jisung x F!Reader TW : Bangchans : pregnancy ; morning sickness ; general angst ;. Jisungs : menstrual cycles ; really bad period cramps ; Han being an asshole ;. BOTH : FLUFF AT THE END I SWEAR!! Word Count : Bangchan (2.1k) Han (2.2k) TOTAL : 4.3k Request : This is so heavily requested!! I'm sorry for keeping everyone waiting!! Chan's specific theme was requested so I'm fulfilling that one right now with this! I will do the other members as well, I'll get to them, I promise!!

Bangchan

Nausea was usually something that you were able to overcome quite quickly, you’d just drink a little bit of water and lay down until the feeling subsided. It wasn’t something that would keep you from doing the chores that you promised Chan that you’d do, it definitely would never stop you from making sure dinner was ready for when he came back from the office. Chan worked hard, and although he always told you that you didn’t have to do all that you did while he was gone, you thought that it was the least you could do.

Today in particular was by far the worst day, and your attempt at swallowing back the bile in your throat as you normally would when you’d start getting that queasy feeling in your stomach was proven pointless. It was a miracle that you were even able to make it to the bathroom in time to lean over the toilet, your throat burning from the acids that came up from your empty stomach as you heaved over the seat.

Throwing up was awful, but throwing up literal bile was the worst. Your head was spinning and your stomach felt way too tight from the constant retching, the feeling almost making you throw up again. The taste in your mouth was just as bad, and you pushed yourself up off the floor to drink the water from the faucet out of the palm of your hands. Beads of sweat clung to your forehead and you felt absolutely exhausted just from the physical exertion it took to throw up. A quick nap wouldn’t be bad, you’d wake up before Chan got home and you’d have everything done by the time he got through the door. At least, that’s how you planned on things going this evening.

Of course he didn’t expect everything to be done for him when he came home from work, he didn’t start dating you so that you could be a maid and a chef for him, he genuinely just loved being with you. That didn’t mean that he didn’t appreciate it though, and some nights he’d even look forward to it, especially on nights like tonight. The new song he was working on just didn’t seem to line up right, he couldn’t find any source of motivation, he had been at work for hours but he hadn’t gotten anything done. He was annoyed, he was upset with himself, he was hungry, and he was tired.

“Babe, I’m home.” He called out, kicking his shoes off after walking through the front door, his eyes finally glancing up and looking around when he realized just how quiet it was. Not just that, but the smell of dinner wasn’t wafting through the house… There was no smell at all, which was strange. Your shoes were still in the doorway, perfectly straight right next to his. Maybe it’s just because he was running a little late and you didn’t want to make dinner too early… You must be in the bathroom or something.

He continued in through the house, making his way to the bedroom and slowly opening it. Now, deep down he knew that he shouldn’t be mad, you were his girlfriend, not his servant, but something about the sight of you curled up underneath the blanket, surrounded by toppled over laundry piles… It was infuriating. You really just decided halfway through that you didn’t want to do it and you just… took a nap.

“Must be nice…” He said, just loud enough to stir you from your sleep, your eyes slowly opening before repeatedly blinking to get the sleep out of them. “Look who finally woke up? Did you have a nice nap?” You quickly jolted up, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands before looking around, your mouth falling open into a small ‘o’ when you saw him standing there. “Was one basket of laundry too much for you? Huh?”

You scanned over the piles of laundry, whispering out a curse before scooting across the bed towards them, trying to refold and situate them as quickly as possible. “I’m sorry, I just wasn’t feeling well. My stomach’s been acting up lately… I don’t know what’s wrong.” You murmured, grabbing out balls of clothes that were still tangled up in the basket. “I’m thinking… Maybe-”

“Maybe it’s because you’re lazy?” He cut you off, and your head whipped up fast to look at him wide eyed. “I mean, good god, who falls asleep while folding one basket of laundry?” His head shook as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You know what, just go back to sleep. Clearly you can’t even do the simplest of things.”

“N-No, it’s…” Tears were already stinging at your eyes as you rushed to fold the clothes in front of you. “I just don’t feel good… I don’t know what’s going on… I…” The heavy breathing was causing you to get nauseous again, the feeling of being attacked by him for something that both he and you didn’t even understand. He didn’t even know what was going on, he was never home, and now he was coming down on you.

He yanked the shirt out of your hand, throwing it back into the basket before picking it up off the floor and carrying it to the door. “You think I don’t get sick? I still have to work. You’re just being ridiculous.” He mumbled, dropping the basket on the floor right outside the door. “It’s whatever though, just go do what you do best. I guess I’ll make dinner tonight after working all day too. Fucking fantastic.” He kicked the basket across the hallway before stepping out and slamming the door behind him.

The sound of kitchen utensils being slammed against the counter and the fridge being opened and shut forcefully could be heard throughout the house, the constant loud noises causing you to jump, and you wouldn’t have been able to fall asleep even if you wanted to. You didn’t want to though, you wanted to talk to him because whatever was going on was starting to scare you. You had never been this sick for this long, and you didn’t have any other symptoms, it was just the random bouts of nausea.

Suddenly the smell of ramen was filling the air, and you would usually love the smell of it, but right now it had your stomach turning as every single scent of the different spices filled your nose. “Chan…” You groaned, kicking the blankets off of yourself and heading out of the room. The smell hit you harder now and you covered your mouth and your nose, gagging silently as you moved into the kitchen and turned off the burner much to Chans surprise.

“The hell are you doing?” He muttered, lightly swatting your hand away to turn it back on, and now just the sight of the red broth boiling in the pot had you retching. “What’s your problem?” He grumbled, moving you to the side as he stirred the contents in the pot, and you couldn’t hold it in anymore, leaning over the sink and throwing up, the force behind it sending the bile shooting out of your nose. “Hey! Hey what’s… hey!” He shouted, turning off the burner once more and standing behind you, holding your hair away from your face with one hand as he rubbed your back.

“Fuck…” You sighed, turning on the spicket and washing out your mouth before grabbing a napkin to blow your nose. “I think I’m dying…” You whispered, a shudder running through you as you dropped down to the floor, leaning your forehead against the cold metal of the dishwasher. Your entire face was covered in sweat and you could barely catch your breath, that alone scaring you even more and causing you to breathe even heavier.

“C-Calm down, it’s going to be okay.” Chan said, dropping to his knees in front of you, his hands firmly cupping your cheeks to look at you. “How long have you been sick like this?” He asked frantically, his thumb quickly wiping the tears from your cheeks. Your shoulders shrugged as you mumbled out a soft “a while” in response. “Jesus Christ… okay. We’re going to the hospital.”

You laid on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, hating the fact that you were there but thankful for the lack of IVs. The doctor had taken a couple blood samples and those were the only needles that you had needed for the time being. Now you just wanted to relax, and as tired as you felt, the words that Chan had said earlier had you keeping your eyes open. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were feeling this way? Hmm? You told the doctor it’s been going on for a month and a half almost… How could you not tell me?”

“You’re always at the office… you’re always working…” You muttered, balling up the blanket in your hands. “I don’t like bothering you while you’re working. You’ve got more important things to do than dealing with me.” You sniffled softly, quickly rolling over onto your side to face away from him, tears trickling down from the corner of your eyes.

“What are you talking about? You’re extremely important to me, babe.” He cooed, not even bothering to try to roll you back over to face him, instead scooting the rolling chair around to the other side of the bed so he could see you. “All you have to do is call and I’ll come to you, I love you…”

Your lips pulled together into a thin line as you looked past him. “I should have just laid in bed… went back to sleep and died. It’s what I do best…” He sighed heavily, knowing that those words were only in your head because of what hr had said earlier. He already felt awful about saying them, but now seeing you here like this, he felt even worse.

“I don’t want you to do that… I want you to be here with me forever…” He whispered, reaching out to caress your cheek, his touch feather light against your clammy skin. “I’m sorry I spoke to you that way earlier… But once we find out what’s wrong and when you get better, I’ll make it up to you. Okay? I promise.”

The knock at the door came and the doctor peaked in, a wide smile on her face as she waved to both you and Chan. It was a strange expression considering you literally thought you were on the brink of death, maybe she was just trying to lighten the mood before delivering the news. “So the results came back.” Chan nodded his head, his breaths becoming quicker as he waited for her to continue, clearly impatient. “Congratulations. You’re pregnant.”

You blinked a few times, your mind struggling to process the information that was just given to you. Chan was also shocked into a state of silence as he stared at the doctor who was still smiling just as bright. “A baby… Is making her feel like this?” He questioned, and she simply nodded, walking closer to the bed and pulling a sheet of paper off the clipboard she was carrying, the words morning sickness printed in bold letters across the top and underneath a lengthy article about it. “Well… how… how far along is she? Why is she throwing up so much?”

The doctor giggled lightly as she slipped the clipboard under her arm. “She’s about 4 months right now. Morning sickness can come at any time and it can be just nausea, or it can be actually getting ill. It depends on the person. I’d recommend setting up an appointment with your OBGYN as soon as possible though, just to get you in the system.” She nodded her head, backing up towards the door. “Congratulations again. Whenever you’re ready, you can head on out and sign the release forms at the front desk.”

Once she was gone, Chan swiveled the chair back in your direction, still slack jawed at the unexpected diagnosis. “Well… You’re not dying, so that’s good…” He said softly, and then, as if the news had fully processed in his mind, his lips slowly pulled up at the corners, his hand holding onto yours as his thumb brushed along your knuckles. “I know this is unexpected… But I know we can do this… I love you, I know already that I want to have a family with you… and there’s nothing wrong with starting a little bit early…” He chuckled softly, standing up and helping you to your feet. “We’re going to be fine. Let’s get home and relax though, take a nap, I think you’ve earned one.” going to be right here with you the whole time.”

Jisung

“Pookie butt!!” Jisung called from the living room while you were in the bathroom, waiting for you to come out before he continued. He was standing in the doorway, pulling on his shoes, waiting for you to come out to say goodbye to him. Once you emerged from the hallway and ran over to him, his arms were immediately around your hips, his face nuzzling into your neck. “I’m gonna be sleeping at the dorms tonight, I’ll be working late and I know you hate when I come in at weird hours, you get all panicky and scared.”

“I do not!” You retorted, pushing back against his chest lightly as you looked up at him, but the smile he was wearing never failed to soften you up immediately. His laughter had you giggling along with him, burying your face in his chest as his hands lightly squeezed your sides.

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t come at me swinging a baseball bat one night because I came in at 3 in the morning. You almost killed me, pookie poo.” He teased, and you couldn’t even deny it because it was the truth, and while you had apologized profusely for it for an entire month, now you were able to laugh about it with him. “You gonna be okay though? You gonna be able to sleep without the best boyfriend in the world laying beside you? Hmm? Can you do that? Do you need me to come home tonight?”

“I think I’ll manage.” You said between little fits of laughter, grabbing his jacket from off the hook and handing it to him before pressing a quick kiss to his lips, the one thing that would certainly keep him from teasing you for at least the next 30 seconds. “What time do you think you’ll be back home though? I’m gonna run to the grocery store and get some of your favorite snacks, nothing but the best for my hard working man.”

His cheeks flushed a light shade of pink at your words, and he quickly kissed you again to try to distract you from noticing it. “This is why you’re the best girlfriend, best pookie poo, my one and only schmookem boops.” He nuzzled his nose against yours, clearly procrastinating, he hated having to leave you, especially if it was over night. “I’ll try to be back by the evening. We can eat some ramen and watch movies, hmm?” You nodded your head in agreement as you opened the door for him, giving him one last kiss before saying goodbye.

That night you had started your period, and you had fallen asleep with your fingers crossed that the cramps wouldn’t be as bad as they usually were when you woke up. Of course, you weren’t that lucky, and when you did wake up in the morning, it was like your cramps were your personal alarm clock. You could barely even roll over to get out of the bed, and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to walk, let alone walk through the grocery store.

You hated getting your period, it was a pain in the ass in every single way, shape, and form. It had completely slipped your mind that you were due for it, and you didn’t have any pain medication to even slightly reduce the pain from your cramps. You were practically bed ridden, curled up in the fetal position under the blankets, your breaths labored as you tried to get through each one that came so frequently that you weren’t even able to get a break.

Just the simple task of getting up to get a drink of water left you doubled over in the middle of the kitchen, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to breathe your way through it just to get to the couch. Tears pricked your eyes as every minute your stomach would tighten up and your back would ache and you’d try your best to maneuver into a more comfortable position, but it seemed that there was no way that you could lay to rid yourself of the pain.

You had tried to call Jisung, but his phone went to voicemail each time, clearly busy with work and you didn’t want to keep bothering him. You hoped that at some point he’d just call you back before he got home and you could tell him what was going on and ask him to bring you some ibuprofen. The only thing you could do at this point was try to sleep through the pain.

When the door unlocked, you slowly opened your eyes, smiling up to Jisung as he walked through the front door, kicking off his shoes and going over to you. “Looks like you’re already ready for movie night. I’ll just get the snacks, you stay comfy.” He made little finger guns as he made his way to the kitchen, the sound of cabinets opening and closing as he searched, and if he had answered the phone he would know what was going on, but you didn’t expect him to be so upset about the lack of snacks either. “Where are they?” He called from the kitchen, and you slowly sat up on the couch, looking over the back of it to see him.

“I didn’t get to go to the store today.” You said, the bright fluorescent bulbs that hung in the kitchen burning your eyes as they glowed behind him, so you quickly laid back down, keeping your eyes shut to try to fight off the headache that threatened to come. “I’m sorry… I just… I’ve been cramping and my head hurts so bad… I couldn’t make it to the store.”

“Really?” He posed the question, and you thought that for a second he would show some sort of concern like he usually would, but instead he came back into the living room, standing over you as you laid curled up in the fetal position on the sofa. “You really didn’t go to the store because of a couple cramps? There’s girl idols that literally do entire dance routines when they have their periods and you couldn’t walk? Boohoo. Come on, get up. Let’s get the snacks.”

He reached out to grab your hand, but you quickly pulled it away, your eyes opening just enough to glare at him. You weren’t used to him being so insensitive, and maybe he had a bad day at work, maybe he couldn’t sleep well last night, but whatever the reason, he had no right to practically insult you for not feeling well. “No. I’m in pain, and if you want to go get your fucking snacks so bad, then go get them… But you can go right back to the fucking dorms when you’re done shopping.” You snapped, pulling the blanket up around your face and closing your eyes.

“Fine!” He retorted loudly, his hands flying up in the air with annoyance as he walked away from you. “But I’m getting really fucking tired of you using your period cramps as a reason to get out of doing literally anything. It isn’t even that bad.” It was like he was trying to piss you off, and it was working really well. He didn’t know shit about the way you were feeling, and for him to assume that you were acting just to get out of going grocery shopping was infuriating.

“Would you just get the fuck out already?!” You shouted, only for your words to be followed by the door slamming shut, your headache only worsened by the sound of it. You hadn’t even gotten your medicine, and now you were alone once again, and the cramps were only getting worse, and now you were in pain and upset.

“Weren’t you literally just back home?” Bangchan questioned when Jisung walked through the front door, and he could only assume that the oldest was talking about the fact that he hadn’t even been gone for more than an hour, and when he had left he had excitedly announced that he was having movie night with you. “Did you get Y/N the medicine she needed? She sounded really bad over the phone…”

Jisung stopped in his tracks on his way to his own room, turning to look back at Chan. “What are you talking about? She called you?” He inquired, slowly walking over to the couch where Chan was sitting. “What did she say?” Obviously he was worried about you, and the only reason he didn’t run back into the house and apologize was because he was embarrassed. He felt like shit for going off on you, and he knew that you’d both need a bit to cool down.

“She called Minho, asked him to bring her some Tylenol or something. She was crying… He felt really bad so he already left.” Chan explained, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Jisung. “What did you do?” He could read Hans face clearly, and while he wasn’t one to be nosy, he did want to make sure that nothing too serious had happened. You made Jisung happier than anyone else ever could, and he didn’t want that to be ruined for his friend over something small.

“M-Minho?” Jisung stammered out the name, his hands running through his hair as he grew even more anxious. “Why would he go? That’s… That’s not his place… H-He can’t do that.” He was becoming frantic as his fingers continued to run across his scalp, becoming tangled in the strands that got knotted. “And she was crying?!”

Bangchan nodded slowly, knowing that nothing he said or did would be able to calm him down now that Jisung was like this. He was practically spiraling and the only thing he could even attempt to do was tell him that it would be okay, although he was sure he wouldn’t believe him. “Look, if you’re so worried, then just go-“ But he didn’t even get the chance to finish the sentence before Jisung was rushing out the door, his shoes barely even on as he hopped on one foot down the hallway to get to the elevator.

Although he knew that Minho meant well by going there to help you, it felt like he had crossed a line that no friend should ever cross. Going over to his house with his girlfriend when he wasn’t there. It was uncalled for, and even if you had called Minho to get you some medicine, Minho should have contacted him first. It shouldn’t matter that he walked out the door on bad terms, at the end of the day you were still his girlfriend.

He rushed through the front door and he didn’t know how to feel, seeing Minho sitting on the couch with you had anger rushing through his veins, but it’s not like the two of you were cuddled up or anything, you were on completely opposite sides of the sofa. “Was waiting for you to come.” Minho teased, turning his head as far as he could to look at Jisung who stood like a statue in the doorway.

He completely ignored the older member, moving to squat down in front of you, his hands grabbing yours tightly as he looked up at you with glassy eyes and dampened cheeks. “Why wouldn’t you call me? Why did you call him? Are you going to leave me? I’m so sorry, baby… I didn’t mean what I said… Don’t leave me…”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him, lifting your intertwined hands to brush the tears from his cheeks. “You were mad… we were mad at each other when you walked out… I didn’t think you’d come rushing back to bring me the medicine. That’s why I called him…” You chewed on your bottom lip as you watched his eyes grow wider, almost like a puppy who was just told they were misbehaving.

“I was a big dummy… I know how bad your cramps get, I was being an ass. I shouldn’t have compared you to anyone because you’re just… you’re amazing and beautiful and there’s no one else in the world like you.” He kissed along your knuckles before brushing his thumb against them, giving you a sad smile. “Will you ever forgive me pookie schmooks?”

A sound of disgust came from Minho as he quickly got up from the couch, his face perfectly expressing how he felt. “You two are the cringiest people I’ve ever seen in my life and I’m leaving. Get well, Y/N. Goodbye weirdo.” He said to both you and Jisung, practically running to the door as if he couldn’t get out of there fast enough. His reaction was just the icebreaker the two of you needed to get over the awkwardness that was felt.

“Did you… Get your snacks?” You asked nervously, keeping your eyes down, wondering if he’d act out again just from the snacks being brought up, but his head shook in response before it was laid against your lap. “Do you want me to go get them? I think the pill is starting to kick in…”

“Mm… no.” He hummed, his smile growing wider as he looked up at you. “I just want to cuddle with you and make sure you feel good and stay feeling good.. We can order in tonight… I just want to stay with you.”

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hyuckmov · 7 months

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haechan — settle down pt.3 (rockstar hyuck) | preview

wc: 904 words genre: angst, suggestive? | read part 1, part 2 a/n: life is crazy and scary, but this fic and interacting with u guys about it has been a constant and i'm so grateful for that :) motivating myself to keep going by posting this here, this is the opening to part 3 - the final part! let me know what u think!!! thank u for all the love <3

there was something wrong with haechan.

something's different. that's what jeno had said earlier, after the show. exhausted from sleepless nights, screaming fans making him feel nauseous, haechan barely paid attention to anything during his performances except for his own guitar. he hardly looked at the crowd, didn't acknowledge their pleas of his name, as if it wasn't one he recognised at all.

he'd started missing parties, and was barely there even if he showed — ignoring the way girls swarmed around him, wondering if he was playing a new game, one where they had to work harder to earn his attention, one that they never could seem to win.

but out of all of haechan's bad habits, this might be the worst of them – sitting in the living room past midnight, sipping down to the last dregs of his alcohol, waiting for the knock on his door.

it was late now — so late that the hours had bled into the next day. he hadn't seen you at the concert, not at the party, and despite telling himself not to dream, not to hope, he still carried enough desperation in him to stay up again.

he's relieved he did.

his hands shake as he opens the door. his hands falling to his sides as he drinks in the sight of you, letting you in.

"hi," you breathe, and you don't ask before you lean into him, soft lips brushing his plush ones.

he's at a loss for words, his tongue numb in his mouth, limbs still heavy from how tired he'd been all day. he lets you guide him to the couch, into the cushions. lets you straddle his hips, holding your body close to his with careful arms, as he meets your kisses gently.

something's different, but haechan's not the only one who's changed. on nights like these, it feels like all you do is take and take and take.

"i haven't seen you in a while," he murmurs. quietly, softly, the words almost getting lost in between kisses. immediately after he says the words, he slots his lips with yours firmly, as if afraid of what you would say if he let the space between you and him grow, his tongue stroking over yours.

"i've been busy." at the crestfallen look on his face, a small smile tugs at your lips, and you lean in to brush your lips with his. "why? did you miss me?"

"i did," he says, almost timid. "i missed you."

at this, you raise your eyebrows. "you could have had anyone else."

but he shakes his head. "i missed you," he repeats, hands mapping your skin, as if checking if you were really here, seeking the familiar way you fit into his palms, your slopes and your edges.

"i missed you too," you say, meaningfully, letting him pull you in. but when you push against him, body rocking into his and mouth open and wanting, the glow in your eyes tells him you're talking about something else entirely.

his mind races. the feeling of you against him wakes him up like nothing else, the way you touch him, your smell and your taste setting fire to all his senses. there's something sweet about your lips tonight, something he wants to savor on his tongue and drown in all at once.

he doesn't want to waste any of this, because this was the only thing you ever wanted to see him for, now — and that's what he reminds himself as he pulls you into his body, because finally, finally, your attention is all on him, an electric heat simmering over each fibre of his being, the feeling of your body too good to be true.

but it's been one too many nights he's waited, a weight on his chest and a drowsiness he can't shake overcoming him like a cloyingly sweet poison.

"i–" he's cut off by a shuddering inhale as your lips travel down to his neck, your hips grinding against him just right. "baby, i'm sorry," he tries again, his hands now gripping onto your waist, trying to steady you, even as he gives up. "i don't think i can take care of you tonight."

you still.

"don't go, please," he begs. "i'm sorry, it's been…it's been a long day and i…" he breaks off. the performance. the fight with the band. the fact that he'd been drinking for hours, the starless sky inky black outside his window, his fingers still stinging from plucking at guitar strings all night. "just give me a second," he stammers, burying his face in his hands, tugging at his features, before looking up at you with tired eyes. "i'll be fine in a minute, then we'll go to the bedroom, i just —"

your hands slide down the slope of his shoulders.

"don't go," he repeats, hands fumbling for yours as he brings them up to his lips, like a prayer. "i can take care of you, i promise. just…"

"donghyuck," you say, softly. again you smile, cupping his face in your palms. his round cheeks, plush lips, the slight flare of his nose. he almost goes cross-eyed staring at you, as you lean in close and kiss him again – this one different than the rest, close-lipped and chaste.

"hyuck, let me take care of you tonight, okay?"

caught in a riptide of his own longing, he lets go.

#haechan angst #fic: rockstar haechan #haechan smut #haechan x reader #haechan au #nct dream angst #nct dream smut #nct angst

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jaylver · 10 months

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SEVEN — L.HS

SYNOPSIS: Pissing you off wasn’t what Heeseung expected or wanted. So, he came up with a plan to try and win your good side back over the seven days of the week.

PAIRINGS: non-idol!heeseung x afab!reader

GENRE: established relationship, VERY slight angst, lots of fluff

WARNING(S): profanities, mentions of taylor swift's concert ticketing (👹)

WC: 1.8k

AUTHOR NOTES: all thanks to kook's seven that inspired me this! btw it's inspired by the MV not the lyrics 😭 man the lyrics threw me tf off i'm CRYING anyway i don't write nsfw sooo don't expect me to base it off the lyrics HAHAH but the song and mv just reminds me of hee sm! that's why i decided to whip this up. enjoy and please leave a feedback! it'll help a lot <3

Heeseung was an idiot.

He hated the fact that he had actually pissed you off. Forgetting a date was the last mistake he expected from himself, unintentionally leaving you sitting in the middle of the restaurant while it rained outside, the clear picture of you being stood up embarrassed you. He was such an ass for that.

He knew he deserved the angry yells from you, holding you as you calmed down until you finally heard him out. You couldn’t entirely blame him for working late, but you wished he had told you sooner, sobbing into his shoulder as he kissed your tears away, kissing your waist and eased your mind, whispering 'sorry' on repeat.

“Let me love you right.”

Heeseung stuck to his promise, doing one of the craziest things he hasn’t done in a while, which was planning something for every day of the week.

i. Monday

Coming home from work was exhausting. You just wanted to lie in bed with a soothing mask on and do nothing.

Upon entering the threshold, you noticed something different. Heeseung wasn’t in his usual position on the couch watching his usual evening program or even gaming. There’s no way he would have disappeared, right?

“You’re back,”

Speaking of the devil.

You eyed the plates of food in his hands, catching the cheesy grin on his face. “What are you doing?” you placed your bag down, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

“Dinner, duh,”

Eyebrows furrowed, you casted him a suspicious glance. “There’s no motive behind this, is there?”

Heeseung set the plates down, looking thoroughly offended. “Can’t I do something for my girl?”

“Hee, you never cook. You live on instant noodles—which is so bad, by the way—that is why I’m wondering what all these are,”

Your gaze softened at the nicely cooked meals your boyfriend had prepared, feeling his arm slowly slither around your waist. "I just wanted to do something nice,"

Something clicked in your mind. "Is it because of last weekend? You know I'm over it, right?"

It seemed that your words had hit the spot. His lopsided smile told you you've guessed it right.

"Heeseung,"

He threw his hands up in defeat, letting out a breath. "I can't help feeling guilty and I just wanted to make up for it," he tugged you in closer. "Can I?"

You were never immune to your boyfriend's charms, giving in and rolling your eyes at him. "Of course you can. I'll make sure to taste every flavour of your home cooked meal,"

His grin widened, pinching your cheeks softly. "You're so annoying,"

"What's that?"

"You're so cute, I mean."

ii. Tuesday

"I had a pleasant surprise at the office today,"

You were saying when you closed the door, seeing Heeseung at his usual spot watching some sports program on the big screen, acting oblivious. He hummed in response as you crept closer to him.

"I got flowers," you stood behind him, leaning down and threw your arms around his neck. "My favourite flowers,"

He turned his head slightly towards you, an amused smile plastered on that sly face of his. "I wonder who they're from,"

"I wonder too," you played along, pressing a kiss on his cheek and instantly saw his typical pleased expression. "Thank you,"

"I'm glad you liked them," he held your hand gently, sincerity shining in his gaze.

"I always like every one of them that you've sent me,"

"I'll make sure to send you more."

iii. Wednesday

"I rented the movie you were dying to watch,"

"No way!"

Getting off work early and being back home earlier than usual was the greatest thing you could ever get from the world. It was one of those days where you and your boyfriend decided to have a chill night in, calling your usual take out, but this time, Heeseung had something in store.

Heeseung knew you were dying to watch a newly released movie considering the amount of times you rambled to him about it. But with your's and his packed schedules, staying at home was almost like a treasure. So, he wanted to make sure you get to watch the movie without leaving the comforts of your couch and rented the movie instead.

"I will cry right now," you melted into his touch the moment you cuddled into his side, letting him kiss your forehead.

"Watch the movie first before you cry," he laughed jokingly, rubbing your arm soothingly.

You smiled at him, poking his cheek. "I'll pay for the next time, okay? I'm not taking a 'no' as an answer,"

He nodded, stroking your head affectionately. He might've gone along with your words, but deep down, he knew he was going to be the one who pays next round, just because he wanted to. It was you after all.

iv. Thursday

"You're joking, right?"

Heeseung was a brave fighter. He would actually fight hard just for you. But buying concert tickets? That was a whole different side of war he had seen.

Heeseung intended it to be a surprise. During his lunchtime at work, he gathered his friends and their computers to snatch tickets, specifically Taylor Swift tickets. He was fighting against millions of people and just thinking about it made him shudder.

Sunghoon was losing his focus as time passed, Jay needed the toilet and Jake was on the brink of closing his tabs out of impatience, but Heeseung was the only one holding out.

Time ticked and just when everyone was about to lose it, Heeseung's tab was loaded. He swore he saw the gates of heaven there and then. It all happened in a haze and before he knew it, the tickets were secured. Now, he needed a plan to surprise you.

Frankly, a random Thursday night wasn't fit for a whole damn surprise and Heeseung was tired. During dinner, he just let it slip, seeing the honest shock in your face was totally worth it.

"I'm not joking at all," he chuckled, watching you jump around and attacking him with a bear hug, arms and legs wrapped around his body.

"You won the great war!" You practically smothered his face with kisses, and he just accepted it happily.

"Oh my God, I need to think of outfit ideas for us,"

He sat there with you in his hands, feeling content already just from the crazy smile on your face. All it took was your happiness to make him equally happy.

v. Friday

Having a boyfriend who loved to spend money on useless stuff was sometimes a blessing and a curse.

This time around, Heeseung actually put one of his impulse buys to use. The karaoke machine.

Spending Friday nights inside was a calming type of fun. You and Heeseung both had already moved past that phase of staying out late and just wanted a peace of mind at home now instead. Even if it meant you resembled old couples by playing monopoly, checkers, uno and other types of games, it didn't matter to either you or him.

Heeseung, however, thought it was an even more fun idea to crank up the karaoke machine rotting in the other room to add to the night. You didn't say no, and watched him drag it out with a proud look on his face.

He set it up, praying there would be no noise complaints the next morning and started singing some of his favourite songs. You watched him silently, a sweet smile evident on your lips.

"Come on, let's sing our song," he tugged your hand, pulling you to your feet and handing you a microphone. The familiar beat of a slow romantic song that you two loved started playing and he pulled you close to him, wrapping his arm around your waist.

The voices of yours and his mixed together into the night, swaying with each other and just purely enjoying one another's company. Heeseung made sure to make you feel special, spinning you around and doing extra stunts, eliciting laughter from you.

If this could last forever, you wished it would.

vi. Saturday

Heeseung has always been a hopeless romantic, it's no secret.

He loved bringing you out on dates, whether it was spontaneous or not, he just wanted to treat you like a princess.

It wasn't an exception this time.

Bringing you out to one of the michelin restaurants he wanted to try out in a long time as a date night that he had been planning for months on end. It was totally worth it when he was the dress you were wearing, complimenting his suit as well.

"You look gorgeous tonight, wow," he said this again once you got out of the car, even after telling you many times before leaving your place.

"Thank you," you accepted his hand, blushing all over again. "You look absolutely breathtaking as well,"

He shot a wink at you. "Flattered,"

"I'm really happy we're spending tonight together,"

"So suddenly? We always do," he glanced confusedly at you.

"I know," you squeezed his hand softly. "But tonight I'm just extra happy we're both here, you know? I'm just grateful for you. The things you did—hell, this—everything, I'm lucky to have you,"

"Me too," he squeezed your hand back, swinging it back and forth. "I'll always go out of my way for you. You're the exception."

vii. Sunday

Sundays were left for shopping and splurging.

You hated it but Heeseung couldn't help spending money on you. He loved buying you stuff which included his useless online shopping hauls.

Walking around the mall hand in hand, you swore your legs were on the verge of breaking. Heeseung was an avid shopper compared to you, so instead of the stereotypical girlfriend dragging her boyfriend around, it was the opposite for you.

You helped him pick out a new cologne, some new clothes and skincare. Not knowing it would be your turn to shop, or at least, he was hoping you would buy something.

"I want some ice cream,"

"Only ice cream?"

"Yes, Hee, just ice cream," you tugged him towards the nearest Baskin Robbins you could locate, craving for a scoop of cookies and cream. "You know you don't need to splurge on me, right?"

"I know, but I want to," he pouted, showing his classic bambi eyes to you.

"I know you do," you bumped his shoulder lightly. "But today, I just want some ice cream, nothing more,"

"Let me get you your favourite flavours?"

"I can't say no to that."

Safe to say Heeseung had successfully erased the bad memory from your mind and left even better ones. He might've not been the most perfect guy, but he was the best for you, all seven days, every week, every month, and for evermore.

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janisbuggybones · 4 months

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Rent-a-yandere!....please, we're begging you take them off our hands.

Janis Foster (my oc) × gn!reader

Cw: yandere, rent a partner situation, trans girl yandere, poly relationship kinda, pretty short idk what else I could say, pretty boring tbh (only realizing this as I got to the elevator part :( )

Og idea is from @moyazaika on this post that I kinda spit balled off of and then got the motivation to write again.

You can't believe you found yourself coming to this. One too many late night browsing sessions led you to get overwhelmed with adverts about this new fad in the dating scene. Rent-a-yandere, the hottest site online where you could find a devoted lover for cheap.99 per hour. In all honesty, it did seem appealing when compared to the heartbreak and trauma you've expierienced prior, but you dare stoop so low?

"Hello darling, are you (y/n) (l/n)?" A tall girl said from behind you. She had beautiful pearly paper white skin and matching hair put in one long braid. She had piercing red eyes and dare you mention her height? She was at least nearly twice your height, but her body wasn't well built. She couldn't have been living very healthily If she was that skinny. She had a large chest, despite her skinny body, well in her description it had said she had some cosmetic surgery done before. It didn't look fake or anything and it's not like she showed it off. She wore a modest black turtle neck with small embroidered hearts on the cuffs and chest of the sweater. The sweater was paired with some baggy black jeans and simple black work boots.

Fuck yes

"Oh, yeah that's me...you're Janis Foster, right?" You found yourself asking after getting over the height difference. Shit, were you being rude? She's really pretty, come on, don't fuck it up.

"Yep, the one and only. Honestly I'd be surprised if anyone got me confused for someone else." She smiled softly, her soft pink lips looked tantalizing. "Well, let's be on our way then. I've arranged a breakfast date for us before a big day of fun" She said as she grabbed your hand with her own cold and large hand. Her nails lacked any polish and were neatly manicured.

You remembered you picked the option for her to come up with the itinerary. You hoped it wouldn't be too exhausting, the public can be a bit overwhelming. "A-ah okay!" You find yourself smiling slightly as you went along with her.

She took you to an animal themed Cafe nearby, themed after your favorite pet animal. "I thought you'd like this, darling" She giggled as she checked you both in, having made a reservation. You recall mentioning your favorite animal in the description of yourself they required you to give them.

"Nice and quiet, and they limit it to 10 customers in here at any given time, so I won't have to worry" She giggled innocently but you read between the lines. It made you blush at the thought of such an attractive woman getting jealous of you.

You two were taken to your seat, a seat in the back where one of the animals sat on the table. You promptly gave your order and she gave hers before you were left alone with her.

"Honestly I'm not much of an animal person..I feel like it's a good bit of upkeep that i couldn't keep up with. But I do have a little lavender bunny at home. His name is Geo" She said, starting a conversation as she looked around.

"Oh? Is he purple? I didn't know bunnies could be purple" you said, interested as you looked at the calm animal on the table before it left, instead taking the window sill beside your table as its resting place.

"Oh they do, it's a bit rarer than your average bunny so he cost a good bit, but he's Oh so adorable" She smiled, her bluish eyes landing on you. "I'd say nearly as much as you, cutie" She teased, which left you blushing slightly as you avoided her eye contact for a second.

"O-oh yeah?" You smiled slightly, you never were able to take compliments well.

"Mhm, oh look, food's here" She smiled as the waitress brought your orders. Janis had ordered a simple cup of juice, a bagel, and small bowl of a variety of fruits.

"Thank you for coming here today" the waitress said with a smile as she walked to serve another table.

Janis stared at her for a second with an unreadable expression before turning to you. "In my opinion, breakfast isn't that good. Lunch and dinner foods are far superior" She said with a sip of her juice.

That statement had ignited a conversation that then strayed to your favorite foods and then on to other topics as you ate and enjoyed her company. She wasn't too overwhelming and was sweet up until you two had been finished for a good bit and were asked to leave because her reservation had ended.

She pouted but complied, leaving with you to her next planned activity.

"You had mentioned you liked anime and movies, so I thought we could see that new studio ghibli movie together?" She said with a contagious smile. "You know the guy who writes them and all, Hayao Miyazaki? He keeps announcing his retirement but then goes back to the studio with a new script each time, it's pretty funny when in the interviews with employees they complain about that." She giggled.

"Oh? I can imagine the frustration they must feel" you smiled slightly as you two entered the theater. You then realized, shit, this place is gonna be crowded. Fuck, you hoped it wouldn't be too overwhelming. She then promptly paid for your tickets and some snacks to accompany your movie viewing.

You two passed the many movie posters on the halls as you walked to the movie screening. Dread hit you as you opened the door and you two went in, only to crumble away when the theater had been empty. Did she really book this entire theater room for you?

"Yeah I'm not too good in a crowd either, I'm a walking distraction" She smiled slightly as she led you two to a good pair of seats in the middle of the theater.

"U-uhm I don't know what to say-t-thank you, this is crazy. How did you get your company to pay for something like this?" You found yourself asking. "W-wait sorry I didn't mean to say that, I'm sorry..." you apologize a second later after seeing how that could be offensive.

"Oh? They'd never pay for something this expensive. While their other services are much more profitable, my section doesn't get nearly as many sponsored activities like this. I paid out of pocket so you wouldn't feel wierd in the crowd, darling" She smiled. God that smile, how she acted, you swore you'd fall for her before she fell for you.

Her explanation left you blushing and wordless as adverts started rolling on the big projector screen. You unintentionally just ended up staying quiet and watching the movie with her. At around the halfway point of the movie, when you both finished your snacks, she had began holding your hand. It shocked you at first, before you relaxed, discretely returning the gesture.

The rest of the movie went along swimmingly. The plot was heart wrenching and hadn't made you cry, but did arise sadness in you.

As you two walked out the theater and you winced at the bright light, she prosed a question.

"So darling, my place or yours?" She asked "for our next little activity I have planned, a baking sesh" She added with a smile. "I had cute mochi and cookies in mind" She smiled "though mochi isn't baking, it's versatility as something you can shape into a cute thing is almost unmatched" She said

"O-oh-um" you said, taken aback by the idea. You had liked cooking to an extent and mentioned that, but wow. She really planned this out and it left you blushing again....wait...wasn't it in the terms and conditions that neither of you could go to the others house?.....maybe it was for their other service, rent-a-darling? You couldn’t recall and your place was a mess. "My place doesn't look the best...is yours okay?" You asked shyly

Janis giggled "of course! Anything you want is okay with me darling" She smiled as she held your hand and went with you in the direction of her apartment.

Surprisingly based on her ability to buy out a whole theater for you, her apartment was relatively average, though it ran a bit on the pricier side because of the economy lately. The inside looked clean and nice, and the elevator ride was relaxed as she started a conversation about her apartment complex.

"I dont mean to show off where i live, but i hope you like it. When I started living here, it was actually way cheaper than it is now, I'm glad they never raised the price for my rent though. I'm kind of friends with the owner. Not in a wierd way, but we hang out like once a month. They're in my friend group I've had since middle school" She said as she watched the numbers on the small screen above the door go up.

"Oh, that's interesting. I wish I had something like that with my landlord. I've recently been trying to save up for something I want, and it's not going too good in all honesty..... Damn gacha games, am I right?" You smiled, feeling comfortable, but then suddenly worrying you overshared.

"Oh don't get me started! I started playing this gacha game that recently came out and ahhh! The skins look so good, but two are locked behind a pay wall each update" She huffed slightly. "And all the characters have such diverse designs and tons of different ethnicities, how could I not pull for them all and be absoloutely broke in unilogs?" She laughed softly before the elevator stopped, the 6th floor. "Alright now to 603" She said as she held your hand and walked to her apartment.

Nothing was out of the ordinary about her apartment, it was pretty plain actually. Apart from the squishimallows instead of pillows on the couch of her living room. The kitchen was lightly messy, a bowl and cup in her sink with a few pieces of silverware and a stray rag just on the counter.

"It's not much, but it's comfortable for me" She said "well, settle in, I have to go check on geo real quick, I'm sorry darling" She said, excusing herself before leaving to the other room.

"It's fine" you find yourself saying quietly, overwhelmed by the events of today. This was all crazy....how were you now in a crazy hot girl's apartment?! The one chronically bitchless person of the high-school friend group, in this stunning woman's house? It was unbelievable...until you considered this was a paid date. Then reality sunk in. Shit...should you ask her out for real? Would that be okay? Would she be okay with that? She wasn't much of a yandere...it'd be okay, right?

"He was such a hungry little boy, he ate down all his celery in a minute" She giggled happily as she came back and saw you still had your bag with your outing necessities on.

"Oh want me to take that for you?" She offered and you obliged.

"Oh thank you...I feel like I haven't properly thanked you enough today" you said as you looked around.

"Oh don't worry, the pleasure is mine, darling" She smiled "now, shall we get cooking?" She smiled as she put on a pink frilly apron. Shit...you didn't know how to feel.

"Alright" you offered in response with a fake smile as you took the apron She handed you. It was your favorite color and had a lap pocket and chest pocket shaped in hearts of a slightly brighter color.

You two then spent the next couple hours baking cookies and making mochi, before settling down on her couch and watching the news, because nothing else was on, as you enjoyed the fruits of your labor.

"It's not too sweet is it darling? I heard cookies need some salty aspect to balance out all the flavors" She smiled softly as a missing persons report came on over the tv.

Geo Archviste, a 5'4" man with black and white naturally colored hair and blue freckles. Missing since this day 3 years ago, he would have been 21 by now.

That was terrible, his family must be haunted by their missing son...wait-

"Darling?" She asked, as you kinda ignored her prompt for conversation. "Everything okay?" She asked.

"Uhm yeah- that missing persons case...just seems sad." You found yourself saying as you swallowed the crumbly cookie.

"Oh...yeah...that boy was actually my ex...we broke up a year before he went missing but we were still on good terms" She said sadly. "I miss him...I named my little bunny after him" Janis said as she looked down.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't know......I hope he gets found" was all you could find yourself saying, but something didn't seem right. Not that what she said had any contradictions, but you just had this uneasy feeling. "Um restroom?" You asked

"By the door with heart decals on the left down the hall, darling" She smiled sadly and you excused yourself.

You walked down the hall and found the room, but the heart decorated room piqued your interest. She wouldn't mind...right? You opened the door and were met with darkness until you cut on the light and saw a figure sitting on Janis' bed, restrained on his feet and hands heavily.

All you could really see was their perfectly trimmed black and white locks that hid their sleeping face...matching the picture of the man on the missing persons report.

Chills ran down your spine as you went to grab your phone but it wasn't in your pocket. Shit you must have left it behind....how could you sneak out with the missing boy?

You struggled with yourself over this until you heard Janis coming and ducked into a open closet after turning off the light, shutting it behind you.

"Geo darling, I'm back" She smiled as she cut the light on and walked up to him. He looked at her tiredly and sniffled quietly.

"Remember my side gig to try and find you a buddy we can both love?" She asked "I think I found the one, they're so cute! And we baked some things, you could probably smell it" She giggled "I'll give you some when they leave...if they get to. I haven't decided if I wanna reel them in or just go in all at once and kidnap them like I did you" She said happily

"I'd say just kidnap them, two minds are better than one" he sighed, implying you could help him escape her.

"Come on now, I love you...you love me, i know it" She huffed

"Yeah true..which is why I want you to get help instead of doing this to me...." he sighed

"Stop it, i don't need help" She mumbled

"Yes you do. I love you and want to be with you, but you did this and refuse to get therapy. I only broke up with you because you killed my friend, remember. Get your head out of the past and live with me now. I'll stay and all like I've said repeatedly- just come-" he said before she interrupted him.

"Shut up! I don't need help! I'm perfectly fine and you need to shut up. You're only still tied up because you tried to escape the other month!" She shouted, less sad and more angrily.

"That was last year! I've been good for you so I can do normal couple things with you and we could have found our third lover together!" He shouted back, making her tear up.

"Shut up! I'm going back to (y/n)....I promise you'll love them as much as I do" She said shakily before you backed up a bit too far and bumped against the wall.

She looked dead at the closet in shock before walking up to it and opening it.

"Darling?"

#yandere #janis foster #original character #trans yandere #trans #yandere oc #tw yandere #date-a-yandere #Rent-a-yandere

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deliciousangelfestival · 5 months

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I have a cute one for you! Ok so Bucky’s fiancée (the reader) gives Bucky an early Christmas present when he comes home from a mission and the present is the reader’s way of telling Bucky that she’s pregnant with hers and Bucky’s first child

Take your time and have an amazing day/night!🩵

Thank you for the fluff request. I love it 😭💖💖💖. I hope you like it.🥰🎄🎄🎄🎁🎁🎁

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Unexpected Present, Unfolding Future

Character: Bucky x fiancee!Reader

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The wind howled like a banshee outside, whipping snowflakes against Bucky's face as he trudged up the porch steps. His shoulders hunched, mirroring the weight of the world on his weary soul. All he craved was a hot meal, a warm bed, and the sweet oblivion of sleep.

As he fumbled with his keys, the door swung open, revealing Y/N in a festive apron, a mischievous grin splitting her face. Like a siren song, the aroma of cinnamon and gingerbread cookies lured him inside.

"Merry Christmas, my hero!" she chimed, holding out a small, suspiciously lopsided box. "Early Christmas gift for the soldier who finally decided to grace us with his presence."

Bucky raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips twitching. "Early Christmas, huh? Didn't know the holiday came early for soldiers who can't tell a gingerbread man from a landmine."

Y/N gasped, mocking, clutching her pearls. "How dare you insult my culinary prowess! These cookies are works of art, even if they do resemble abstract reindeer."

Bucky chuckled, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. He took the box, his fingers tracing the uneven wrapping job. Inside, nestled on a bed of red tissue paper, lay a pair of baby shoes knitted in the brightest blue yarn he'd ever seen. They looked like they were crafted by a squirrel with a crochet addiction.

Silence descended, broken only by the crackling fire. Then, Bucky's face broke into a grin that could rival the sun. He swept Y/N up in his arms, twirling her around until they were both dizzy and laughing.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" he teased, his voice filled with disbelief and pure joy.

Y/N grinned, her eyes sparkling like fairy lights. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Maybe I just really like tiny shoes."

Bucky stared at her, a slow smile spreading across his face. He felt a warmth bloom in his chest, a feeling unlike anything he'd ever known. He was going to be a father. A wave of protectiveness washed over him, so fierce and new it took his breath away.

He held Y/N close, his metal arm gently cradling her growing belly. The warmth of the fireplace, the aroma of questionable cookies, the sound of her laughter – it all felt like coming home.

"This is the best Christmas present I could ever ask for," Bucky whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Even if the shoes look like a toddler yeti made them."

Y/N swatted him playfully. "Hey! I put a lot of effort into those abominations. And besides, who says our child can't have a unique fashion sense?"

Bucky chuckled, a true, heartfelt laugh that echoed through the room. "Of course, my love. If they want to wear mismatched socks and walk around like a tiny yeti, who am I to argue?"

The rest of the evening was a whirlwind of laughter, carols, and questionable hot cocoa that tasted suspiciously like gingerbread and burnt sugar. Bucky held the tiny baby shoes in his palm, staring at them with a reverence he didn't know he possessed.

He imagined the little feet that would fill them, the first steps, the first words. He imagined a future filled with bedtime stories, epic pillow fights, and late-night talks about everything and nothing.

As they drifted off to sleep that night, nestled together under a mountain of mismatched blankets, Bucky knew this was only the beginning of their greatest adventure.

The world outside might be cold and chaotic, but inside their little apartment, it was warm, safe, and with the promise of a future filled with love, laughter, and the occasional sartorial disaster.

As Bucky held Y/N close and felt the tiny life growing within her, he knew he would spend the rest of his life protecting them with all his heart and a healthy dose of humor. After all, a little laughter goes a long way, significantly when raising a future child together.

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sourbinnie · 11 months

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you lose your way | chan x gn!reader angst + fluff | just take my hand

chan didn't think he deserved your love at all. he thought he was destined to be alone forever but then het met you and he saw a bright future ahead of him, one that he never imagined. he felt completely and utterly comfortable being with you but the awful insecurity of not being enough or not doing showing the love he thinks you deserve haunted him. it felt like a shadow above him that followed at all times when he was at work, thinking that you got home from your job and you were all alone.

why couldn't he be the boyfriend you deserved? why couldn't he just put in the effort and be there for you? always stuck somewhere else. with every comeback, every promotion, every song, every dance you were lingering on his mind there all alone. he was so exhausted every time he set foot in your shared apartment and he did not expect you to wait up for him but you always did.

at one point he even felt like he had to end things because this wasn't healthy for either of you but what would he do without you? no motivation, no reason to continue a path that he didn't want to even think of. he felt trapped like he knew you were doing this out of kindness but why would you do that for nothing in return? the last time he kissed you properly was like a month ago.

maybe this was a signal for him to stop, to actually look around him and think of what he was doing. yet he always went back to work, he just couldn't be stopped from recording another track, writing lyrics (mostly about you) and practicing even more than what his body could take.

"chris?" your voice got him out of his daydream/nightmare and he looked at you. you knew the password for his studio so he wasn't surprised about that but you looked like you just got out of work. "it's kinda late i'm sorry if i'm bothering but i wanted to know if you wanted to go home with me?".

"i don't know if i can love." he sighed as he looked back at his laptop again, writer's block was his biggest enemy. he knew he had the hability to put on some heart wrecking lyrics yet nothing was coming to mind. again another signal to stop maybe. "you can go home if you want and you don't have to stay up, i know you're tired."

"i don't mind waiting for you, you always carry me to bed anyways." you said, giving him a little smile as you sat down next to him. "can we talk baby?" you asked and if he wasn't scared before, he surely was now.

he expected this conversation to lead to the worst. he expected for you to leave him right then and there, after all he did not put effort at all into your relationship even if you were all he could think about. even if you lived in his mind rent free 24/7, he knew he would never be the boyfriend you were meant to have.

"yeah of course." he said as he looked at you, you grabbed his hands and that's where he felt everything was gonna go down.

"you know you can talk to me, right? it's been a long time since we've had a proper conversation. i don't mind it really, i know you're busy but if it's too much you can always talk to me. i'll always have your back and i'll always hold your hand when you need me the most christopher." you said in a serious tone but with the kindest way. he couldn't help but feel the tears cloud his vision as he heard your words. "i believe in you and i love you. i know this is your way of proving your worth but you're much more than your job."

he wiped his eyes as he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of you. he felt like he was gonna choke on his tears anytime soon but he took a deep breath and looked at you again, nodding.

"i know. it's just been a lot lately and i know you deserve better." he said and you shook your head. "i know you're gonna say you're fine with it but how can you be fine with me not being there for you?"

"it's your job chris, i understand. you love it here and i love that you're passionate about it." you clearly said as you played with his hands and gave him another warm smile. "what kind of significant other would i be if i didn't let you enjoy what you have? it was your dream to be here."

"but is it too much? i feel like i don't show you the love you deserve. i feel like i'm all you don't deserve." he said letting his feelings out once and for all.

"there's no love i deserve that's not yours. i just want what you give me at the end of the day." you said, kissing his cheek and hugging him so he could let all the tears he needed out. "i know you're lost but i'm not letting go. i'm never gonna let go of you 'cause you're the only one."

the words pierced through his heart as he sighed and let all the tears fall from his eyes when you embraced him. he didn't feel okay, he knew he wasn't okay but something about you saying you're gonna be there for him forever just eased his heart. it eased his pain and sorrow as didn't want to let go of the hug because it was all he needed at the end of the day. for you to be there for him in such a way, meant the world to him.

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storiesbysoup · 1 year

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Weighted Blanket.

lieutenant simon "ghost" riley x reader. 1743 word count. extra: for the millionth time, i am so so so sorry that part 2 is taking so long!! but!!! i've got my motivation back to write, case in point this little guy, so i'm gonna start working on part 2 again! also, for those of you who have put in requests, i will be getting to those! sorry for the wait! <;3 MASTERLIST.

SYNOPSIS: Simon returns home after a night out with the guys to find you, overwhelmed and frankly almost done wit everything. He holds you.

Simon never truly anticipated being out as late as he had been the last few weeks until tonight. He'd thought that staying out until ten, maybe eleven, would not carry as much strain on you as it did but he was sorely mistaken. You were stressed but far more than what he initially had guessed.

He had gone out with the other members of the Task Force, watching as Soap got nearly black-out drunk and Price managed to embarrass Gaz more than needed after a single comment. These nights were ones he enjoyed, filled with cheers and Soap trying to play wing-man for the other members. When he tried for Simon, the poor Scot nearly had his tongue ripped out at the mere thought.

The high tolerance his body had to alcohol was something he really appreciated. He never drank much when he was coming home to you, with your aversion to alcohol as a whole being one thing that you had heavily expressed. He respected you far too much to deny you the smallest requests; he loved you far too much.

Now, at a strong 2 o’clock in the morning, he tried to sneak himself into your shared little apartment with little success. You were sat at the kitchen table, head propped up on an arm as tears strung themselves from your cheeks. You were in college, taking much harder classes than you needed to because of your counselor and their ridiculous choices for what you needed to take within a single semester. Shoulders heavy with both stress and exhaustion, you barely registered the fact he had walked into the apartment.

Oh, he hated this. He hated seeing you overwhelmed like this. Hardened brown eyes softened as your tears fell down against the marble counter, forming little puddles underneath your quivering lip. You wiped at your face, cleaning it off before continuing the work at hand. It was something Simon never really understood, formula after formula of things that he would never even try to comprehend.

Thankful that he didn’t reek of alcohol, Simon stepped closer to you ever so slowly until his hand made contact with your back. The feeling of your clothed skin jolting alarmed him in the worst way possible but he ignored it for a moment, letting his thumb rub circles around the muscles that had tensed within your back. Sympathy was the only thing he felt: he remembered when he began the military, all the studying they had him do to learn simple things. It was preposterous, but needed.

Your exhausted eyes dragged themselves from the homework at hand to Simon himself, watching him as he stared down at you with his silly black balaclava. A soft laugh escaped you at the sight. No matter what, when he was in public he would hide his face with some kind of face covering: that being a balaclava or a simple mask. As long as his identity was hidden to the world. He let your fingers trail up against the silk-like textures as you hooked one finger underneath the mask.

One finger turned into two, then three and four until your hands themselves were tugging it up and above his lips. Eyes meeting in the middle, yours asking the simplest of questions and his responding with an answer before you continued. The scruff of his unshaven beard scratched at your hands as you cupped his cheeks with your palms, allowing your tired gaze to pin it to memory before continuing to drag it off. One by one his features were revealed to your gaze.

This wasn’t the first time you’d seen Simons face – far from it, actually – but it was the first time you’d gotten to take the mask off. You believed he was scared of what you’d say, of what you’d do if he let you. That’s why you were so gentle with him, taking your time to let him be comfortable with the new concept of you taking his mask off. His breath was shaky but he refused to move: you were the one who needed him, not the other way around.

When the mask came off, you nearly cried. It’d been so long since you’d last gotten to view your lovers face that you’d nearly forgotten, though it was heavily exaggerated as his face was the most beautiful drawing in all of history. He leaned in, knowing what you craved immediately and latching his lips to yours. Typically the ‘welcome home’ kiss he gave you was passionate and hungry, craving more and more of your plump lips but this one was different.

This kiss was soft, gentle: it was loving. He took his time when kissing you, a hand coming up to support the back of your neck as he sighed out. Simon pulled back shortly after, pressing his forehead against yours as his brown eyes bore into your own. You both were exhausted in your own regards, you with homework and Simon with his military work. He and the rest of the team were on leave as of right now, but you couldn’t help but sympathize with the man that stood in your hands.

“Baby… oh, my baby…”

The tears that had subsided were now re-emerging at the gentleness of his voice, your arms slipping down to wrap around his neck. You pulled yourself into him, letting out a confused noise as he picked you up by the thighs and held you against his body. You underestimated just how strong he was due to his training, but appreciated it nonetheless as you sighed. The sniffled sounds of you trying to apologize for crying against his body were drowned out by him shushing you.

A silent walk comforted you as he carried you towards the dark bedroom that sat in the back of the apartment. You didn’t mind the darkness that comforted the back of the little home, especially with how bright the rest of the apartment had been throughout the day. Simon laid you down on your back, laughing softly at the whine you made in response due to the lack of his warmth. He turned back, taking off his outdoor clothes and changing quickly into a t-shirt and his boxers.

He laid beside you, motioning towards his chest. “Come here… lay your head on my chest, love.” It wasn’t an offer, more of a demand though you accepted it graciously. Your head slid against the warmth of his chest, allowing your ear to press against the rhythmic thumping of his heart. Simon slowed his breathing to a calmer one, hands pressed against the warmth of your back. He watched as your head rose and fell with his chest. “Wrap my arms around you like this…”

Simons arms were one of your favorite things about him in general. Strong, wide warms with more muscle than he could do with that held you so delicately. There were times that he would refer to you as ‘little pet’ or something of the sort, and you constantly questioned it. Why, of all pet-names, did he choose the embarrassing ones? It wasn’t until you had the chance to ask Price who filled you in.

Apparently, it was a slang word that was used throughout Britain for a partner. Price had said it was a playful term for someone you feel affection towards: someone you love. You felt loved by Simon no matter what he did, but felt your heart grow at least a size when you learned such a thing. He was such a softie on the inside…

“Are you okay, baby? Hey, just relax ‘n breathe for a bit, yea?”

His hand traced your hair, letting you intake his masculine everything as he holds you. It never failed to amaze you just how easily he could calm you down, even after a rough day. His lips graced the crown of your head, allowing you to feel him against your skin directly. Your eyes flicker upwards as you look at him, the soft smile on his face melting your heart.

“I’ll take care of you, baby. I’ve got you now, you’re okay; we’ll tackle this together. Nice ‘nd slow…”

One of his hands brushed against your cheekbone, brushing against the gentle skin as his wide brown eyes admired your face. He sighed out, the breath coming from his nose tickling your face and causing you to giggle. “God, you’re so beautiful… I am so fucking lucky to have you in my life.” This was more emotion than Simon had shown you in a majority of your relationship. You didn’t view it was odd, more so just as his way of expressing himself. Emotions were something Simon was still gaining traction with, and the progress he was making showed itself proudly.

“I love you.”

The both of you interrupted each other with the same words, both stopping before bursting into a fit of giggles as you held each other. His gentleness had warmed up your sour mood to the point where you felt ready to tackle your work once more. You knew Simon wouldn’t let you until you’ve relaxed for at least a few hours, but you were still proud of the small accomplishments you had made.

Simon pressed his lips to your forehead once again, rubbing his thumbs against your skin just as he had before. “I love you, pet.” That pet-name sent shivers down your spine as you kissed at his skin. You’d never get to see this treatment in front of others, as he kept this side of him more personal and to the two of you. Away from prying eyes, Simon was much more expressive than what others believed. He cracked jokes often and poked fun at you all throughout the day.

You sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time that night, burying your face into the warm heat of his body. Every piece of him felt perfect when lined up against you, and you loved it more than anything else. He was like your own version of a weighted blanket, except he could talk and move instead of simply sitting there and being heavy. Truth be told, the two of you were like weighted blankets for each other: sometimes he would come home for a night or two and ask you to simply lay on him. The pressure you gave his body would relieve the pain and tenseness that clutched his shoulders and back.

#ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty #call of duty: modern warfare ii #call of duty: modern warfare 2 #cod #cod: mw2 #cod: mw2 ghost

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eipkyt61066666 · 4 months

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Late night massage with Michael Kaiser♡

note: this is my first fanfiction and english isn't my first language soo sorry for any mistakes I might have made. Please no reposts.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!!

It was late at night and you have just woken up for no reason. Your boyfriend Michael is sleeping next to you.

You rarely see him, due to him being a football player and with work trips.

You smile, feeling a comfort from the sight of his back and go to the kitchen for a glass of water.

On your way back, you see a shadow figure lurking in your backyard. Your gut warns you about it and you sneakily walk to the bedroom to wake up Michael.

He is confused by this and asks you why would you awaken him at this hour. You explain the situation to Kaiser and even though he doesn't believe in it, he decides to go check for it.

He opens the door to the backyard revealing a cat rustling in the bushes. It looked soo big when the lights of your house reflected it.

Kaiser looks at you and tries to hold in his laughter.

- Pf......You woke me up for this?

He seas giving you a snarky look.

You feel kind of humiliated by your paranoia.

- I'm sorry for waking you up soo late......atleast we can be sure that it isn't an intruder.

Kaiser senses your embarrassment and decides to use it to his advantage.

-You know, I had a really tough day. Coming back from the airport and the flight itself was exhausting. Why don't you help me sleep?

Although you were aware of his motives, you decide to fulfill his wishes either way.

- Like what?

He was surprised that you actually agreed and decides to push this even further.

- Well how about a back massage?

He asks you.

- Alright, is that all?

You are kind of tired yourself and not in the mood for 'his majesty'.

- We'll see about that.

He seas abusing his control over your dignity.

You both go to the bedroom and he lays on the bed, removing his shirt for the massage. He obviously did it just to be extra.

Michael knows you are secretly enjoying it. He lays on the bed and signals for you to start.

You sit on his lower back to give him the massage. You start from his rose tattoo and move to his other shoulder.

- Right there.

He seems to be enjoying himself and you completely forget about what happened earlier.

- I'm sure I don't compare to the professional, but I'm glad you like it.

Kaiser turns around as you are sitting on him.

- What do you mean by that? We are just getting started after all.

He grabs your waist and lays his touch all over your body. You finally understood what your boyfriend meant by massage.

- W-wait that's evil!

He smiles and decides to move you closer to his crotch, making you feel his boner from under his pants.

THE REST IS HISTORY UNTIL MORNING!!!!!!

You wake up in the morning with serious back and jaw pain, while Kaiser is practically glowing from last night.

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allysunny · 2 months

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Congrats on 200. I fell in love with ur Bruce Wayne one-shot and immediately followed u. This is my first request ever so I hope I did fine

11 + 21 Dialogue Prompt and make up scenario prompt with Bruce Wayne

"You're intoxicating, you know that, right?” + "You're a forbidden fruit. And I’m tempted to take a bite.” + Make Up x Bale!Bruce Wayne

Words: 4.9k words

Warnings: Some angst, break ups, infidelity, some suggestive themes but nothing explicit, no use of Y/N not proofread (I'm dead sick), maybe OOC Bruce? If I missed anything, please let me know.

A/N: Hey everyone!!! I'm back with another one of my requests. Nothing much to say about this one, although I had a kind of hard time matching the dialogue prompts with the scenario prompts. I'm not very sure how I feel about this one. I'm extremely sick, I can't even think straight.

I hope you all enjoy it, though! I love Bruce, and loved writing this. He's such a little gremlin omg, the mc is stronger than me honestly.... <3 I hope this lived to your expectations, and I hope I did your request justice!!!!

The first time you and Bruce had fought, things had ended awkwardly.

There were no sparks, no big make-up kiss, no passionate make-up sex.

You’d gone your separate ways, too scared of what you might say to each other to even be in the same room. You’d hurried to your shared bedroom, closing the door, and crawling under your thousands of blankets. Bruce, on his hand, didn’t want to upset you any further, so he took one of the guest rooms and had to make do without the warmth of your touch.

On the morning after, he’d sheepishly knocked on your door, and allowed him to crawl back into your bed. He was shy and afraid, and so were you, but you loved him and let him cling to your body. None of you said a word, just held each other silently and tried to go about with your days later. It was weird – you walked on eggshells and barely spoke, and you wished to never fight with him ever again.

The second time, you didn’t let him crawl into your bed the following morning. But you’d allowed him to lean into you the following night while you watched a movie in the couch. You’d gone longer without speaking.

The third time, you were far too tired. Neither you spoke for a few days. In fact, you refused to even look at him. The ice was too thin to be broken.

It was getting harder and harder to do this. Staying with Bruce, that is.

So, this time, you weren't patient enough to stick around. You grabbed your car keys and drove to a friend's house to spend the night.

You were familiar with fighting with Bruce. Exasperation and exhaustion while you tried to fight for your relationship weren't foreign.

But just because they weren't foreign, it didn't mean you should be used to them.

You loved Bruce. Really did, more than anything in your life. You were sure he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your days with. Kind, caring, with a sense of humour that matched yours perfectly. It also helped he was handsome to boot. The perfect catch, and your perfect match, in more levels than one.

UT you just couldn't help wanting to bang your head against a wall whenever you two fought. The motives were always the same. Bruce had gotten home super late, barely acknowledged you, and locked himself in his study. You'd only gotten a glimpse of him when he joined you in bed at around 4 in the morning. This was no way of living, you'd told him. He was ruining his sleep schedule, his health, his mind, his body, and his relationship with you.

But according to him, he just had to do it.

It wasn't until you were roughly one year into your relationship that he revealed his secret.

It all made sense then, clearly. The late nights, the missed dates, the exhaustion, the eyebags. It clicked instantly.

Of course, your first thought was to beg him to stop. What else were you supposed to do? Watch as he killed himself night after night, coming home with all sorts of weird bruises, tired out of his mind, pushing himself further and further until he crashed and burned? NO. You loved him far too much for that.

Still, you stayed. Through thick and thin, you'd promised. The two of you weren't married, and after he revealed to you that he was Batman, you weren't even sure if marriage was even an option (On his side, of course. You'd still have married him in a heartbeat), but you would always love him as if you were.

He, of course, did not relent. Why would he? Being Batman was his duty. It's what he had to do. Gotham needed him, and he wasn't going to simply abandon it. You got it. Kind of. He was a dutiful man, of course. But this godforsaken city had done absolutely nothing for him. Gotham did not deserve him. And Bruce was worthy of more. Much more.

You tried to make it work after his confession. For a while, you'd wait for him until he came home, patched him up once or twice, lull him back to sleep, running your hands through his hair and softly singing lullabies to him. It felt weird. It was domestic in a weird way. You felt like it was your own little secret, you, and your little vigilante boyfriend. For a while, you felt like the strong loving woman your sweet hero would come home to at the end of the day. For a while, you felt like his home, and it reminded of your superhero movies and comic books you enjoyed engaging with from time to time.

But it got boring really quick.

The lack of attention from Bruce became unbearable, the lack of his love even more so. The Mansion, instead of your once fairytale castle, was now suffocating, its pretty and adorned walls feeling too claustrophobic.

The little secret you'd loved at first, was threatening to consume you whole.

So, you did the only rational thing.

You broke him with him.

You loved Bruce, that much was true. But you were not going to silently suffer while he got closer and closer to death each morning, nor could you stay there to watch. It broke your heart, yes. But it also had to be done.

You packed your things and promptly left. You were planning to tell Bruce a few nights before, but thanks to his job and his, well, other job, he hadn't been home, which gave you even the more reason to do it. You hugged Alfred tightly, got your things and left.

Bruce of course, was shocked. He only found out about two days later, when he finally came downstairs for breakfast at a regular time, and didn't find you curled up on the couch. Upon asking Alfred, he was given the small handwritten note you'd left for him, the one he hadn't even seen.

After that, he'd called you countless times, but you never replied. You knew that if you answered your phone and listened to Bruce's voice once, everything would go down the drain and you'd forgive him. And that just couldn't do.

So you moved on with your life – or tried to.

You got a promotion at your job, a fancy business dedicated to pharmaceuticals, got a sweet place of your own, a pretty loft with a lovely view of the river, and even got a boyfriend.

He wasn't Bruce, that's for sure. He was shorter, smaller, thinner, not as funny and to be honest, kind of annoying sometimes. He had some habits that drove you nuts, and you could swear sometimes his eyes lingered far too long on the women that walked down the street hand in hand with their boyfriends, and spoke about football players way too much. But he was sweet and brought you flowers and never disrespected you, so you chalked it up to being too nitpicky and swallowed it down, allowing Matt to spoil you and take care of you the best he could.

You'd get glimpses of Bruce's life here and there, plastered all over magazine covers. His latest affairs consisted of gorgeous actresses, a rising pop star, and a model you particularly remember disliking because she made you feel insecure. When you saw her picture with Bruce in some scandal column, you bit through your cheek and thought to yourself what a petty man he was.

No matter.

You were doing great. Your life was just beginning. You had new work opportunities, a nice boyfriend, and weren’t going to let anyone, let alone him, stop you.

It was easier said than done.

The first time you had ran into Bruce after your breakup, you nearly screamed. He'd walked into your company's building, claiming something about a partnership and a donation. Your boss thanked him profusely, a deep flush taking over her cheeks, but he couldn't care less, eyes boring into you with an intensity you were familiar with. He asked to speak to you, and you'd tried shooing him away, but your boss felt it was "incredibly rude to deny just a small request of Mr. Wayne", she practically locked you both inside your office.

"This is a nice place," he'd said, looking around at the room you'd decorated with a few personal belongings. "Nice view. Got it with the promotion?"

"Yes. Not that it's any of your business, actually." Had been your reply. You'd crossed your arms over your chest and scowled. How dare he show up just after everything he'd done to you?

"Actually, in case you didn't hear your boss over there, it'll be my business alright. We're becoming partners, and I believe we'll have to work closely together." You had not missed the smirk that accompanied it and fought hard not to let your face show just how strong his hold still was over you. While you tried to distract yourself from his presence, you hadn't realised just how close he'd gotten.

"Pft. It's not me you'll be working with," you'd said, trying to keep calm. His beautiful brown eyes were searching for yours, and you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of backing down.

"Something I consider a great pity," he had sighed, taking one step towards you. "Look, I'm really sorry – "

"We don't have to do this."

"What?"

"This. Apologies. We don't have to. You did what you had to do, or what you thought you had to do, and so did I. I've moved on, Bruce. Let's just keep it in the past." You'd said, looking away. Bruce had eyed the way you bit your bottom lip, desperately wishing it was him tugging on it.

"It doesn't change how sorry I am, how – "

"How you moved on super quick, not afraid to date literally every model in the book," you 'd chuckled sarcastically. Sorry my ass.

"You know why I did that. I have an image to maintain," Bruce had taken another step towards you, and he placed his hands on your waist, testing the waters. When you did not walk away from his grip, he pressed closer to you. "There's not a single day that goes by that I don't miss you. Desperately."

You could have let him fool you, with his pretty words and even prettier face. But you'd just realised how fantastic your life could become without him (even if, deep down, your heart still yearned for the man before you). So, you gathered all your courage and pushed him away, quickly moving towards the door and opening it.

"Have a good day, Mr. Wayne."

He did not question you and left your office promptly, allowing you to sink back in your chair and release a sigh so deep, you were sure everyone in the building had heard it.

Your other encounters with Bruce, had been more intense.

Now partners, you had to interact with him almost weekly, and every time, he managed to find some excuse to get his hands on you.

You had something in your hair, or some dust in your jacket, or he simply had to walk past and needed to gently cup your waist or place his hands on the small of your back to guide you. At first you thought it was annoying, but quickly began to eagerly await each meeting where you knew Bruce would be present. You'd started to tease him, bending over sometimes to catch whatever had slipped from your grasp – pencils, pens, books, binders – pretended to trip just to have a reason to hold tight onto his arms, gave him flirty smiles whenever he was presenting anything, causing him to stutter and fumble over his words.

He'd caught onto this little game of yours, and it became your little secret.

You didn't like what this entailed – your last secret had ended badly for the two of you. Besides, you had a boyfriend. A very nice one, who was oblivious to your little "adventures" with Bruce at work. Sure, they didn't go past him getting his hands on you or you on him. You never kissed him again; it wasn't like that. But it wasn't fair for Matt if you kept going with whatever this was between your ex.

So, one day, when Bruce arrived for a meeting, you'd pushed him aside after and spoke briefly.

"Look, I don’t' know what this is between us," you started, "But it has to end. I – I have a boyfriend. And it's wrong to do this to him."

You didn't miss the way Bruce's eyes narrowed when you uttered the word "boyfriend". Nevertheless, you continued.

"And it's not fair for either of us as well. We're not together anymore, Bruce. We're not in a relationship. I'm sorry if I led you to believe there was anything else going on here. It was wrong of me – all of this was. But I'm putting an end to this. From now on, we're to only speak to each other in a professional setting. I don't want anything to do with you outside of work. Ever again. I have a life of my own, you know. And you're not in it. Goodbye, Bruce."

You walked away, leaving him to soak your words.

That same day, you got home earlier and snuggled up with Matt on the couch. He'd brought you flowers and cooked dinner, telling you all about how he "could sense you weren't doing well". You smiled. Yeah. You'd be perfectly happy with him. He was a great catch, and you were lucky to snag a guy like him. After dinner, you helped him load the dishwasher and pulled him through the couch, where you picked a movie that was abandoned halfway, the sound of the TV being muffled by your little sighs and whimpers of pleasure under your boyfriend.

Images of Bruce's face tried to sneak into your thoughts as Matt kissed a trail down your neck (was it just you, or was it almost robotic the way he did it?), and you fought against them. He'd abandoned you. He'd chosen Batman, his mask, his other identity, over you. And you deserved better. Matt was better. You shook your head and pulled him up, crashing his lips into yours (Was he simply not into it? Not in the mood?) until you were out of breath and light-headed, and Bruce Wayne could no longer disturb your mind.

You still had no idea how anyone had convinced you to do this.

Not that you minded the get up, the pretty dress, the cute hairstyle, the heels. You looked and felt like a Princess. But such getups should be saved for date nights or other romantic activities. Never a charity ball in which you, along with other equally excited coworkers of yours represent the company.

You really did not want to be here. You could've dolled up to go somewhere with Matt and that would have been fine, but it was a Friday night and the last thing you wanted was to socialise with a bunch of Gotham snobs whose only reasoning for donating money was to appear charitable than to be charitable.

You sighed and took a sip from your drink, some sweet cocktail you'd fetched at the bar, earning a quizzical look from Matt.

"Having fun over there?" He asked. He looked rather dashing with his blonde hair all slicked back, and his stormy eyes looking at you with amusement.

"Another one, and I'll gut you open," you muttered. You were tired of the fake smiles, of the polite small talk, of having to pretend you actually sucked up to everyone in the grand ballroom.

"I don't know, you look like you might fight right in," Matt joked, which had you nearly choke on your drink.

"I need to down a few more of these to try and make myself believe I could ever fit in."

Matt chuckled and the two of you spoke for a while. He looked very handsome in his dark blue tux, and he was all yours for a few minutes, until he spotted someone "he simply had to meet". Some big shot economist he'd read about in a paper. Personally, you'd never really realised Matt was big on economy, but you let it slide. At least one of you was having fun.

Hours went by. Mark was nowhere to be seen. You were leaning against a wall, in one of the far ends of the room, completely alone and bored out of your mind, when you heard his voice.

"You look lovely," Bruce said, glancing over your figure, eyes lingering on your hips and how your dress snugly hugged them.

You stood up straight and did your best to look away and appear uninterested.

Bruce sighed

"Are you really not going to talk to me?" He asked, to which you sighed. No one could see you –you were far from the bustling crowd, from the noise. And that somehow had your knees weak.

"There's nothing to talk about, Bruce," you said.

"Yes, there is. I want to apologise – "

"I told you; we really don't have to do this – "

"Yes, we do." Bruce reached out to you, his hand carefully resting on your waist. You finally looked at him, and your gaze softened. Of course, he looked as handsome as always, hair carefully styled, doing a beautiful black suit. Then, your eyes landed on his tie. It was a lovely shade of burgundy – perfectly matching your dress. Did he know that was the colour you'd be wearing? Had he done it on purpose?

"Please. Just let me explain." He murmured, and you couldn't help but relent. You always did when he gave you that sweet look and spoke to you in that voice. You nodded.

"I'm sorry. For everything," he started, stepping back a bit to give you some space. The last thing he wanted was to make you feel trapped. "You should know that I never wanted to hurt you. It's just... I know how you feel about Gotham. I know you think it's done for, and that I shouldn't waste my time on it. But... I believe in Gotham. I truly do. I've seen what its people can do, what they're capable of. And they're good. They're trying. I have hope for this city. And I can't just stand back and watch it fall. Not when I could've done something to prevent it."

"And I couldn't just stand there and watched as you nearly killed yourself every night for a city that doesn't deserve you," you replied, looking up to meet his gaze.

"I know. I'm sorry I put you through so much pain."

He leaned in closer, and you unconsciously followed, chest pressing against his. Bruce tucked a rebel strand of hair behind your ear, and his fingers travelled down your neck and shoulders. You sighed, having missed his touch far too much. Bruce always touched you gently. Sure, he’d pulled and tugged and been rough with you sometimes, when you both needed, or you asked him nicely. But you always liked it when he was gentle with you, taking his time and treating you like a precious treasure.

“It breaks my heart to know you were suffering so much because of me. I’m sorry. I know I’m selfish to want it all. The city, you, Batman.” He spoke, hands running up and down your neck and collarbone.

“I only ever wanted you. But I guess that was too much to ask.” You replied.

“It wasn’t. I was yours. I am.”

“You’re not. I have to share you with the city, don’t I?”

“My heart was always with you.”

“But you weren’t. And that was enough for me to leave.”

You’d completely forgotten where you were. And it’s not like anyone else even minded you – old men were already going on drunk rambles, and women were flirting with men who weren’t their husbands. No one seemed to be paying attention to the two idiots nearly hidden away in the darkness. Probably some clingy couple, most of them thought.

Bruce sighed and dropped his head to your neck. You should have wanted to push him away, tell him that he couldn’t. Tell him that you had a boyfriend, and you couldn’t have your heart broken by him again. But instead, the only thing that left your lips was a soft whisper of his name, something short of a plea.

He brushed his lips across the column of your neck, and you tilted it back, granting him a better access. As he started pressing kisses against your soft skin, you heard him whisper.

“You’re intoxicating, you know that, right?”

You sucked in a breath and your hand came up to tangle itself in his neatly styled hair.

Looking over his shoulder, your eyes scanned the party. Men and women dressed in formal attires, dancing, chatting away, drinking. Suddenly, your eyes fell on Matt, who was excitedly talking with an older man. Something inside you (was it your conscience?) churned and you shook your head.

“Bruce, we shouldn’t – “ you were interrupted when he latched his lips onto that one sweet spot just below your ear, the one that made you go weak in the knees, and gasped loudly. “M-Matt – my boyfriend – we can’t – “

“Oh? And why is that?” Bruce asked, soothing over the spot with his tongue, hands expertly tugging on your hips.

“I’m – I’m taken, Bruce, I can’t do this… It’s wrong…”

You weren’t even sure if you’d believe your own voice.

“Ah. I see. You’re taken. It’s wrong.” Bruce got up and part of you wanted to pull him closer once again, mind screaming “Why did you stop?” over and over again. But your whole face heat up when he placed his thumb under your chin, tilting your head up and looking straight into your eyes.

“You’re a forbidden fruit,”he muttered, “And I’m tempted to take a bite.”

You looked up at him in surprise. You were sure he could hear just how loud and fast your heart was beating, betraying you.

“May I’?” Bruce asked politely.

Should he?

He’d hurt you. Very much.

But he’d also apologized.

Yeah, but he’d left you alone countless times.

He was saving Gotham. What a good person Bruce Wayne was.

He chose his city over you. Repeatedly.

He’s choosing you right now.

How long is that going to last?

Forever. Because you’re sure that no matter what, you’d love him forever.

“Yes,” you whispered back, and it was only a matter of seconds before his lips crashed onto yours. Bruce pressed you close against him, allowing himself the pleasure of letting his mouth explore yours. Your tongues fought for dominance, and you let out a soft moan that he deliciously drank up. His hands tugged at your waist, and you wanted him closer, closer, closer.

You cupped his jaw with your hands and kissed him fervently, doing your best to keep up. One of his hands tilted your head even higher and Bruce was able to kiss you deeper. You held onto his jaw, his hair, his head, his suit. You needed him closer, needed to breathe him until his whole existence consumed you, until you knew nothing but the feel of his lips on yours and his love in your heart.

Bruce pulled away for air, and he rested his forehead against yours, catching his breath.

“I missed you,” he mumbled.

“I missed you too.”

“I promise things will be different,” he nodded, hands still caressing your cheek. “Things have… they’ve been good. Gotham is getting better. It doesn’t need me as much. And as much as I want to do my best to keep it safe, I’ve come to realise that I should let it heal on its own sometimes.”

“You really mean that?” you asked, looking up at him. Bruce kissed your forehead and nodded once more.

“I do. Please, forgive me. I promise things will change. I will change. I was miserable after you left.”

You let out a soft snort.

“So miserable you had to date a bunch of actresses and models.”

“I had an image to upkeep. I didn’t like any of them. They weren’t you. Couldn’t come close to you, really. I didn’t even kiss them.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Thought I’d be betraying you if I did.”

You nodded and allowed yourself to melt in his embrace. It felt nice. It felt like home.

“So? Am I forgiven?”

You thought about it.

Bruce seemed to have changed. Sure, he could be lying. All of these could be empty promises, simply a scheme to get back in your pants. But you somehow didn’t believe that. That wasn’t the Bruce you knew. The Bruce you knew was kind and caring and true. He was always true when it came to you.

That’s why it was so easy to believe him.

“I… There’s Matt…” you mumbled, looking over his shoulder again, spotting your boyfriend who had suspiciously gotten closer to an older woman with a sparkly silver dress and her husband.

“Do you love him?”

“What?”

“Do you love him? Because if you do and you don’t want to be with me, I’ll walk away. Look me in my eyes and tell me you love Mark – “

“Matt.”

“Whatever. Tell me you want him, and I’ll leave you alone. Your happiness is my priority.”

You liked Matt. He was sweet. Very caring towards you, a great friend.

But he would never be Bruce.

You shook your head, and turned to face Bruce again, dropping a soft kiss on his lips.

“There is only one man in the world that I love.”

“Is there?”

“Mhm. His name is Bruce Wayne. And he’s forgiven.”

Bruce sighed a sigh of relief, and took your face in his hands, bringing you for a sweet kiss, which you returned.

You’d missed him so much.

“Hey, are we still on for dinner Thursday night?” Bruce asked you, walking into the living room of his mansion, carefully buttoning his white shirt.

“Can we switch it to Friday?” You replied, looking up from the show you’d just paused.

“Sure, I haven’t made the reservations yet anyway. Any particular reason?”

“Matt is coming to Gotham, and he’s asked me out for coffee. I’ll finally get to meet John!”

It had been a few months since that fatidic night at the charity gala.

Later that week, you’d sat down with Matt and ended things. You explained to him how you were still in love with your ex, and that you couldn’t possibly hurt him any further, that he deserved better.

On his end, Matt just sighed and hugged you, confiding in you that he was actually questioning his sexuality. He’d really liked dating you, but had felt like his feelings simply weren’t enough, and that he was actually into guys. Suddenly, it all made sense, and you kicked yourself mentally for not realising sooner.

Nevertheless, you smiled and congratulated him. You were proud of him for admitting such an important thing to himself, and you two agreed to remain friends.

Lately, he’d been telling you all about his new boyfriend, John, whom he wanted you to meet as soon as possible.

“I really think he’s the one!” he’d told you over the phone, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“If that’s the case, mind if I switch patrol to Thursday then?” Bruce sat next to you, handing you his tie, which you promptly began to tie around his neck.

“Sure. You didn’t really go last week, did you? Better check on your city this one then. Can’t leave it unsupervised for long.” You smiled, hands swiftly tugging and pulling and tying a near perfect knot.

“Can’t leave you unsupervised for long,” he mumbled, and you pulled him by the tie to kiss him. He groaned and you took it as an opportunity to run your hands over his clothed chest. Just as he was about to reach around your waist and pull you closer, you moved away from him, earning a very sad look from your puppy – I mean, from your boyfriend.

“You’re going to be late to the meeting.”

“They can start without me. I’ll be quick.”

“We both know that’s a lie.”

You offered him a smile and planted a quick kiss on his cheek, before turning to the TV.

“Good luck with those investors. I’ll see you later?”

“Absolutely.” Bruce replied, kissing your forehead, and standing up.

You smiled.

Things had been normal, good.

Bruce was right. Gotham was getting better. It didn’t need him as much. Daily patrols turned into weekly ones, which turned into monthly ones. Crime rates were going down, and people were no longer afraid to walk the streets at night, all thanks to Batman.

Bruce was home nearly every night, helping you around in the kitchen, taking you on fun dinner dates, or just spending a nice quiet evening curled up in the couch with you in his arms.

It was nice, it was domestic. It was perfect.

And most importantly, you didn’t fight anymore. You didn’t cry over his absence, didn’t lament yourself over how lonely you felt without him, over how much he was neglecting you.

Because he didn’t do it – he didn’t abandon you for Batman or patrols or whatever.

Not anymore.

And he promised to never again.

A/N: And that's it!!! Please do tell me how you feel about the ending. Was it too rushed? I didn't want it to be too long, because usually, when my fics become really long, they start feeling like a burden instead of something I like doing. I don't know if any other writers in here can relate, hahaha!

Poor Matt!!! Y'all I had no idea what I was going to do with him, because when I started writing it, he was such a good boyfriend. He was straight and deadass the best boyfriend in the world and it would've made zero sense for the mc to leave him when he was such a green flag. So I had to change things up a bit. I tried not to be stereotypical or offensive, and used my own experience with my friends who were also struggling with the same thing, so I hope I did not offend anyone. That wasn't what I intended at all.

Okay, that's all!

I'm sick off my mind, I can barely stand, I have a super high fever, and I think I'm gonna collapse on the floor. Totally worth it though. I hope you guys enjoyed this.

Have a great day!!!! <3

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x y/n #bruce wayne x you #bale!bruce wayne #bale!batman x reader #bale!batman #bale!bruce wayne x reader #the dark knight #the dark knight trilogy #nolanverse #the dark knight fanfic #the dark knight fanfiction #nolanverse fanfiction #bruce wayne fanfiction #bruce wayne x fem!reader

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babysun412 · 5 months

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Hi!! Can I please request a haechan one-shot in which he's totally whipped for yn

Hi! Thank you for your request! I hope you don't mind that I used Haechan's real name. I'm just used to writing with it. Anyway, I hope you like it! 😊❤

Whipped - Lee Haechan

Pairing - Haechan x Reader

You were already on your way back home when you got a text from Donghyuck. His message asked if you could stop by the practice room for while. Despite how exhausted you are, you caved and are now standing infront of the practice room door with food because you have the fattest crush on the world.

"Y/N!!!" Donghyuck shouted when he saw you through the mirror. He ran towards you and grabbed the food out of your hands. "You brought me food?"

"No," You teased with a smile. "I bought everyone food."

The dreamies came rushing towards you just as fast as Donghyuck did when you pulled out another bag from behind your back.

"You're literally the best," Jisung grabbed the bag and put it on the floor.

"I know I am," You sighed gently before patting your legs. "Well, anyway, I hope you enjoy your food."

"You're leaving?" Donghyuck's head shot up instantly.

"Yeah, I've got finals to study for," You grimaced as Donghyuck started whining at you.

"Y/nnnnnn you can study later," He had a pout on his lips as he dragged his feet towards where you were standing.

"I really can't," You tried to avoid looking at the puppy eyes he was giving you. "Everything's kicking my ass right now and i can't afford to fuck this up."

"You can study here!" Donghyuck shrugged his shoulders up and started pulling your backpack off your back. "You can study now and we can hang out after practice."

"Haechan-ah, she might be tired and just want to go home," Mark rolled his eyes at his best friend as Donghyuck proceeded to ignore him and set your bag against the wall.

"You'll stay, right?" Donghyuck's voice turned soft as he peered at you. He almost looked a bit shy.

"Yeah," You felt breathless at the smile he was giving you. "Just for a little while."

"YAY!" He screeched as he clung onto your shoulders before running back to finish his food.

By the time they got back to practicing you were almost falling asleep. Your classes had been keeping you up late at nights and you haven't been getting much sleep. All you wanted to do was curl up in your bed but who can say no to Lee Donghyuck?

"Dude, she's falling asleep," Jeno sighed before looking at Donghyuck. "You should've let her go home. She's clearly tired."

"No I'm not!" You straightened up and open your eyes as wide as you could get them to wake yourself up. "I'm as wide awake as ever."

Donghyuck peered over at you with worry. The divot between his brows was deep as he bit his lip. He didn't mean to keep you from sleeping but he really missed you. He likes spending time with you and gets more motivated when he sees your face.

Once there was another break he came over to sit next to you. He rubbed his sweaty hands over his legs and stared at the way your head was leaned back and your eyes were closed.

You weren't asleep but you could feel the warmth radiating off him with how close he was sitting to you. You wish you could bask in that warmth. You've constantly been avoiding telling him how you feel because you're afraid he'll reject you.

But hey...it doesn't hurt to take advantage of the situation now does it. You slowly leaned to your left until your head landed on Donghyuck's warm shoulder. You're body finally relaxing for the first time all day.

"Oh, y/n..." Donghyuck took a deep breath before he dropped his head on top of yours.

"We have to-" Jaemin started to say but instantly stopped talking when Donghyuck held a finger to his lips and gave him a life ending glare.

"Are you ever gonna confess?" Jaemin raised a brow as Donghyuck's cheeks began to turn pink.

"Shut up," Donghyuck grumbled.

You on the other hand could hear this whole exchange and it almost made you furrow your brows.

Does Donghyuck like somebody?

"She doesn't like me back," You heard Donghyuck say but it didn't seem loud enough for anybody but you to hear it.

Donghyuck slowly reached for your hand and slid your fingers together. You could feel him tracing light and gentle circles on the back of your hand.

"I'm sorry for making you stay," His voice was the softest you've ever hear it. "I know you're tired but...sometimes I just miss you."

You swear your felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest when his nose pressed into the top of your head and his free hand gently pushed your hair out of your face.

"You make me really happy," Donghyuck pressed a light kiss into your hair.

"Alright let's run it again!" Mark clapped his hands before screaming when Donghyuck had pick up one of your pencils and chucked it at him.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Donghyuck whisper yelled at him as you pretended to stir to not make it obvious you were awake.

Also maybe to calm yourself down because what in the actual fuck just happened.

"Haechan-ah-" Jaemin rolled his eyes.

"Five more minutes," Donghyuck huffed once he made sure you were "sleeping" again.

You had finally decided that maybe you would try to fall sleep on his arm. You could felt love burst through your chest at his words and you sleepily nuzzed your cheek against his shoulder.

"Sleep well, princess," Donghyuck ran his thumb over your knuckles as he stared down at your sleeping face.

If Chenle pretended to gag in the background then that was nobody's business but his and the ass kicking Donghyuck would give him later.

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muiitoloko · 3 months

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Title: Not early riser

Summary: Alan Rickman reluctantly rises for an early day of filming "Gambit".

Warning: none

Pairing: Alan Rickman × fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.376

Alan grumbled, burying his head further into the pillow as You persistently tried to wake him. The warmth of the bed and the enticing allure of continued sleep were strong temptations for the seasoned actor, who was never one to embrace early mornings.

"You, darling, need to get up," You urged, your voice a gentle yet insistent melody.

Alan's baritone voice mumbled a protest. "Can't a man enjoy a bit more beauty sleep? I'm not as young as I used to be, you know."

But You, undeterred, reminded him of the impending obligations. "You have filming today, Al. 'Gambit' won't wait, and you wouldn't want to keep the entire crew waiting, would you?"

Alan grumbled more, a playful frown forming on his face. "They can wait a bit. It's not like the world will end if Severus Snape is fashionably late."

You chuckled, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on Alan's forehead. "You're not Severus Snape today, darling. You're Lionel Shabandar, and Lionel needs to meet the world on time."

With a theatrical sigh, Alan finally relented, albeit with a hint of drama. "Fine, fine. But I reserve the right to complain about the early hour throughout the day."

As Alan begrudgingly got out of bed, You couldn't help but admire the charm that accompanied your husband's theatrical grumbling. His voice, even in the midst of sleepy protests, carried a certain allure that had initially captivated you—a charm that extended beyond the silver screen.

While Alan prepared for his day of filming, You continued to play the role of the persistent motivator, making sure he had everything he needed and gently encouraging him to embrace the day ahead.

In the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Alan, now a bit more awake, couldn't resist the tempting scent. As he sipped his coffee, You seized the opportunity to remind him of the excitement surrounding the movie.

"Gambit" was a project Alan had eagerly taken on, bringing his seasoned talent to the big screen once again. The storyline, the cast, and the anticipation of fans added a spark of enthusiasm to the morning routine.

As Alan finished his coffee, he couldn't help but appreciate your role not just as a motivator but as the steady force behind the scenes. Your support was a grounding influence in the whirlwind of his acting career.

With a sigh and a final adjustment to his tie, Alan was ready to face the day. You, proud of your husband's commitment, walked him to the door, offering a goodbye kiss with a hint of playfulness.

"Make Severus Snape proud, my love," you teased.

Alan, adopting a theatrical tone, replied, "Always, my dear. After all, he's just a bit more reluctant to admit it."

As Alan left for the set of "Gambit," you couldn't help but smile at the man who effortlessly brought characters to life both on and off the screen. In the quiet moments that followed, you took a moment to reflect on the unique blend of charm, talent, and love that defined your life with Alan Rickman.

Hours later, Alan returned home, the day's exhaustion evident on his face. The enticing aroma of a freshly baked pie greeted him as he entered the house. You, noticing his hunger, knew exactly what he needed.

As Alan made a beeline for the kitchen, his eyes fixated on the cooling pie on the counter. The idea of indulging in a warm, delicious slice crossed his mind. However, before he could make a move, You intercepted, hands on your hips, a playful warning in your eyes.

"Don't even think about it, Mr. Rickman," you declared, your tone firm yet teasing. "It's hot, and you need to wait."

Alan, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, complained about his hunger. "But, my love, I'm starving. That pie is calling my name."

You, unyielding, raised an eyebrow. "Did you not have lunch at the studio?"

Alan chuckled, knowing he was caught in the act. "Well, you know how it is on set. I like to let everyone eat first. Besides, I was saving room for your delicious creations."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "You're impossible, Al. A little patience won't hurt you. Now, I made some sandwiches for you. Eat those, and the pie will be all yours once it cools down."

Alan made a theatrical pout, crossing his arms. "You're an evil woman, denying me the pleasure of diving into that heavenly pie right away."

You couldn't help but laugh at his dramatics. "Evil or not, you'll thank me when you savor every bite of that pie without burning your tongue. Now, eat your sandwiches, my hungry actor."

Alan, still grumbling but with a twinkle in his eyes, conceded and reached for the sandwiches. As he savored the homemade goodness, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. The little everyday moments, whether it was waking him up for a film shoot or teasing him about pies, added a touch of magic to your lives.

In between bites, Alan mumbled, "You're a genius in the kitchen, my love. But I still think you're a bit evil for making me wait."

You chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Consider it a test of your patience, dear. Now, enjoy those sandwiches. The pie will be worth the wait."

As you shared a quiet moment in the kitchen, the warmth of your love and the aroma of good food filled the air, creating a simple yet perfect scene in the story of Alan and You.

Alan savored the sandwiches you prepared, his hunger gradually subsiding. As he indulged in the homemade goodness, you picked up a fresh apple and started slicing it with careful precision. Aware of your husband's penchant for hearty meals, you couldn't resist teasing him about the day's filming.

"So, how was the scene today?" You asked with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Alan, taking a bite of his sandwich, chuckled. "Oh, the usual. Today, they had me filming a scene where I had to be, well, let's say, in my birthday suit."

You raised an eyebrow, your eyes widening in playful disbelief. "Naked? You, my dear heartthrob husband, were naked on set?"

Alan nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Indeed, I was. It's all part of the job, you know."

You laughed, imagining the reactions of those on set. "I can just picture it. Some ladies must have fainted at the sight of Alan Rickman in the buff. The heartthrob strikes again!"

Alan snorted, still not entirely convinced of his heartthrob status. "I highly doubt that, but it did add an interesting twist to the day. At least, I hope it won't end up on the cutting room floor."

You, handing him a neatly sliced apple, winked. "Well, if it does, at least you'll have a few fans swooning over your daring performance. Who knew Severus Snape had such exhibitionist tendencies?"

Alan chuckled, taking a bite of the apple. "Severus would probably disapprove, but Lionel Shabandar might secretly enjoy the attention."

As you bantered about the day's filming, Alan couldn't help but appreciate the lightness that he brought into your lives. Even in the midst of a busy acting career, he found a way to embrace humor and playfulness.

"So, how's my heartthrob feeling now?" You teased, leaning in to steal a quick kiss.

Alan, a twinkle in his eyes, replied, "Well, a bit exposed, but nothing I can't handle. Now, let's change the subject before you start imagining me in every movie scene in the buff."

You both laughed, enjoying the camaraderie that came so effortlessly in your relationship. The aroma of the tempting pie lingered in the air, a promise of sweetness to end the day.

As you continued to chat about the mundane and the extraordinary, Alan couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for the person who added flavor to his life, both in the kitchen and beyond.

"By the way," Alan began, finishing the last slice of apple, "that pie has been taunting me since I got home. Any chance it's ready for consumption?"

You grinned, your eyes sparkling. "You've earned it, Mr. Heartthrob. Let's see if the pie lives up to your expectations."

#alan rickman #severus snape #lionel shabandar #gambit 2012 #alan rickman x reader #reader #hollywood #actor

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jgrills · 5 months

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!?(･_･,? ♡

tw: fluff, rooftop date ^^, and exhausted reader.

the reader can also see his border!

but otherwise, no warnings really.

sorry for not writing lately!! I haven't had a bunch of motivation.

make sure to take a break, eat some food, plenty of rest, don't forget to drink water!!

Take care of yourself!!

It had been a long week for you, your professors seemed to want to drown you in assignments and homework. You haven't had a blink of sleep since.. Monday.

You were at your desk, the sight of ruined markers, cluttered papers, and sticky notes ruining your mood even more, full of all sorts of marked papers, good, bad, and neutral. The calming music your friends recommend only aggravates you more, your computer screen illuminating your figure. You groan, rubbing your eyes, refusing to acknowledge the 16 pages left of the assignment.

You don't even remember the last time you saw Hobie, you've been so busy drowning in assignments, that you miss several calls from Hobie, or your friends.

You close your computer, put the papers in a messy stack, put the markers somewhere random, and flop on the bed, you can't even sleep.

You start to drift off, getting under the covers and putting your head on the pillow, closing your eyes.

knock knock

"Are you serious.." You groan, slinging the covers off of you, and walking to the door. You open the door, looking around.

You don't see anybody.

"Hello?" You rub your eyes, then look down, you see a cd with a note on it.

"Hi! I know you've been stressed with exam prep, but please go to the roof!!" -Miles Morales

"P.S: It's worth it!"

You go back in your room, getting a comfortable outfit on, lacing up your shoes, and putting your room key in your pant pocket.

"Okay, let's go" You close the door, not forgetting to grab your bag, setting an OUT note by your door, locking it, and walking to the elevator.

The emptiness of the hallway eaves you with a sort of calming sensation, the closed doors, the many numbers, and the floor seems paranormal. You thought the elevator was more closer to your room, you look down at your phone.

1 message from 🌻

🌻: Did you get the note? (˘ŏ_ŏ)

[ ]: Yeah, I'm coming.

🌻: Okay, enjoy! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

You close the message, and put on some music, pressing the RF button, and watching as the doors closed. You feel the elevator rise, looking out of the windows and seeing all the bright lights, the moving cars, and the traffic lights turning different colors.

This was way more interesting than your apartment room view.

The elevator dings, the doors opening, you check your phone again.

[ ]: Miles are you sure? There's no one up here"

🌻: Look to your left.

You look towards your left, seeing Hobie taking off his mask, holding two lunchboxes, sitting by the edge of the roof, his border full of !?'s and a light pink color.

[ ] Thank you!

🌻: Your welcome! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

You put your phone away, walking towards him "Hey Hobie" you say, going over and sitting down beside him. "What's up? I got Miles' note to come up here."

Hobie waves you off playfully, "Hey, I wanted you to come up because I knew you needed a load off your shoulders" He hands you a lunchbox, with a fork on top.

"Thank you" You cheered, opening the latch of the light brown box, unrevealing the small white bow, revealing a small cake with your favorite fruits, colors, and designs on it, the small confetti wrap cradling the cake is adorned with several designs of hand-drawn hearts on it, the cake fits perfectly on the confection, and the size of the box, showing how much thought was put into this gift.

You look to the top of the inside of the box, the top reveals a red heart-folded piece of paper with tape on it, you take the clear tape off slowly, not wanting to mess up anything. Unfolding it, it reveals a note from Hobie:

"Love you" it's written in many different writing materials, mixed with Hobie's messy yet perfect writing.

"You're so sweet, did you get one for yourself?" You tease, putting the lunchbox in your lap.

"Of course, I can't have you eating mine" He teases back, nudging you while picking up his fork, taking a bite of his cake, some icing smearing by his mouth.

"Whatever" You roll your eyes, eating some of yours, the sweetness of the pastry hitting your taste buds, and you hum in satisfaction, chewing the treat and looking down at the city.

You see Hobie's fork approaching your cake, you try to swat his hand away, but it's too late, he's already eating your pastry.

"Hobie!" You exclaim, reaching your fork to his pastry, but you're interrupted when he shoves a fork full of his pastry in your mouth, then tak it back out after you eat it.

You cover your mouth, not knowing how to react after tasting his pastries' flavor, it was a mix of his and your favorite flavors.

"Wow, that's good" you mutter, still embracing the flavors of the pastry.

"I know right? Yours is good also" He says, taking a few more bites from your cake.

After this moment, the brown lunchboxes sit nearby, the confetti wrapping swaying softly in the breeze. You and Hobie both relax, stealing kisses, hugging, making jokes, and just taking comfort in each other's presence.

"I know I don't say it enough, but I'm proud of you, even with all this exam prep you're doing, you never gave up, and I love you," He says, his head in your lap as you run your hands on his wicks.

"Fuck" You check your phone, going to the assignment page, a late notice greeting you as soon as you open the app.

"What happened?"

"My work was due at 11:59..." You groan, tilting your head back, closing your eyes.

"Still love you"

"You're not making this any better."

@chessbox

and many thanks to @adorefavv for the lunchbox cake idea + more details !!

-have a fluffy blanket and a warm drink.

#hobie brown x you #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x gn!reader #hobie x y/n #hobie x you #chessbox🗯#<333 #hobie brown #hobie brown fanfiction #no y/n #okay sleep time

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erodasfishtacos · 2 years

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Okay hear me out mama tacos, Mlbrry is so tired and worn out after practice and when he comes back home late at night, Y/N is still up, waiting for him and in the mood and he's like not today, sweetheart, I'm so tired. And thens she's like okay then let's cuddle and he lays on top of her, hugging her, laying his head above her heart and she kisses the top of his head a few times and pecks him on the lips and then he kisses her back and it turns to a steamy make out sesh and they end up having sex and she's like, remind me again, who did not want to have sex and teasing him. I can't think of anything else im gone for him 😭😭😭

Keep This Moment

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warnings: smut, language, 18+ minors dni

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YN had been in the mood all day, Harry had to be in the city early for a meeting with team over sponsorship and what not before he had to go play a home game.

The kids were all well behaved today, Easton and Cash had baseball practice, and earlier in the afternoon Ezra and Briar had at-home swim lessons.

They all went to bed easy, exhausted from a long day of fun activities, ending with watching a few minutes of the game on their television to see their dad before tucking in for the night.

YN isn’t all that tired, especially because all the kids were in bed by eight.

She took her time taking a hot lavender bubble bath, shaving, and moisturizing her body before laying ontop of their duvet to scroll through her phone in the dim light from a floor lamp in one of her husband’s shirts and underwear.

When she opens up Instagram, on the popular page, paparazzi pictures pop up from today and YN clicks on a slideshow.

She snorts out a laugh at his mismatched outfit and noticed that the floral tote he had on his shoulder was totally hers.

However, she pinches the picture to zoom in on his legs - they just look so pretty, lean and muscular, looking like they’re carved from marble.

He’s so fucking attractive and she notices 750,000 likes on the image from other people who think the same just gives her a sick satisfaction that’s her husband.

She rarely gets time to sit on her phone so time gets away from her, until the man who the internet is fangirling over is standing in the doorway.

His messy curls are damp like he showered right after the game and left before barely drying off, he is already shucking off his hoodie and shirt, revealing his rippling stomach and the vee teasing into the front of his shorts.

“Hi mama,” Harry rasps lowly, closing their door and trailing over to lean down to give her a kiss which she’s already tilted her head up for, “Missed you and the babies.”

“Missed you more,” She replies, her hand wasting not time traveling from where she had cupped his jaw down his pecs and abdomen before dipping into his shorts.

Harry sighs against her mouth, his hand coming to wrap around her wrist and bring it back up to kiss the ring on her finger then her palm.

“Mama,” He rumbles in that slow drawl, like he has all the time in the world, tiredness seeping into his tone, “M’so exhausted, love. Don’t think I could get it up if I tried. I’ll give it to you in the morning, yeah?”

And even though YN felt a swoop of disappointment in being turned down because she was feeling so aroused and energetic, she understood and she never wanted her husband to feel bad for saying no when he didn’t want it.

“Sounds like a plan, come give me a cuddle then,” YN redirects, letting out an omph! of breath when he settles ontop of her, a heavy weight as his tummy moves slowly against her pelvis, his head tucked right against her breasts, “How was everything today?”

Harry rustles around until he’s comfortable, trying to displace his weight so it’s not overwhelming - moaning in pleasure when YN’s hands come up to scratch his scalp lightly.

“Mm, did I mention I missed you terribly?” Harry hums before he adds, “The sponsorship meeting was pretty cool. Gatorade offered me 3.2 million dollars to post three pictures on my Instagram of me drinking their new protein shakes during my workouts. Jeff told them to round it up to four and they had a deal. And they did.”

“It’s crazy how not that long ago we were sat in your frat, trying to figure out how we were going to afford the move to New York and our little baby. Now you’re just having millions thrown at you daily,” YN replies as she continues to scratch.

“H, I just-“ YN shutters through a sob, trying to catch her breathe as she feels an anxiety attack coming on quick.

“Whoa, baby. Don’t cry, please,” Harry replies, startled by the onslaught of tears as he moves her from where she was sitting on his lap at his small desk to his bed, noise coming from all levels of the frat house.

“I don’t know how we’re going to do this. I don’t know how we’ll manage to move and support the baby,” YN wipes her eyes, anxious from them looking in his laptop at apartments in the city.

“I will always, always make sure the baby is supported,” Harry says firmly, his hand coming to cradle her blossoming bump.

“We twenty and twenty-one, picking up our whole lives, and adding a child to it,” She shakes her head, “What if we’re not good parents? We’re young and broke.”

“And we love each other,” Harry cuts in, “We love each other and we are going to love our baby more than anything else on this planet. Our age doesn’t define us as parents.”

“I’m scared,” YN whispers as he kisses her face with soft pecks, his hand massage the now taut skin of her bump.

“Never let anything bad happen to you or the baby,” Harry tells her, “I’m scared too but I know, for a fact, that you’re going to be an incredible mama. Let me worry about the rest.”

“We did it, baby. You’re now a rich housewife, all this money is ours,” Harry chuckles jokingly but pauses when YN tilts his chin up.

“I would love if you made a million dollars a day. I would love you if you make 10 dollars a day. I’m not proud because of money. I’m proud of your hard work for our family,” YN says sincerely and with an edge of firmness as she leans down to kiss his forehead.

“I-“ Harry chokes off because he doesn’t know what to say to sum up everything he’s feeling, “I love you and our babies, so fucking much. Would do whatever I needed to do to support you.”

“I know, baby,” YN agrees with a smile against his skin, he tilts his head up further until their lips meet once again - soft and unhurried.

It starts off quite romantic and innocent, short pecks before pulling back, only to be magnetically drawn together again.

Harry readjusts until he’s propped up a bit more, a hand coming to cup her jaw as they share short, delicate kisses.

It feels like it’s goes on forever, which is a good thing in this case scenario, the constant quiet smacking over their lips and shallow pants for air.

YN tries to keep it nonsexual but it’s really difficult when he’s keeps bringing her back in for more and more kisses - his lips raspberry red and puffy from their movements.

She feels it through his thin shorts when he hardens up, quickly and stone solid, perking up against her - he tries to ignore it but after YN tests the waters by licking at his tongue, he groans and grinds down into her center - only covered by flimsy cotton.

His skin is hot, like a space heater as he doesn’t let her up for air, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth - wriggling down until his cock is fitting right into her plush folds through the fabric, his head bumping at her clit.

There’s no deadline, no hurry as they grinds together, YN spreading open more and allow Harry’s lips to travel down her neck as he keeps a steady rhythm of grinding against her.

She doesn’t know what makes it so sexy but it just is when he bites at her nipples through her tee shirt, pulling them between his teeth before sucking the shirt material damp.

It made her want, crave his mouth on her nipples, feel the smooth laps of his tongue or harsh nips, anything.

“You’re everything I want,” Harry murmurs against her belly, rucking the shirt up to lick and suck at the plush she had, “Just want to be on you, every second of the day.”

“You’re teasing,” YN whines softly, eyes twinkling down at her husband who is thumbing at a line of stretch marks near her navel.

“M’not,” Harry dismisses with a shake of his head, his mouth slowly moves up her belly - goosebumps in their wake as he begins to lay kisses on the underside of her breasts.

She felt so wet that she had to be dripping onto the sheets, her chest was pounding, and her blood pressure was rising from the arousal of it all.

“Please, H,” YN finally gasps after his lips and tongue ghost their way around her cleavage, breath tickling over her nipples, his teeth grazing against the risen tender skin of her areola.

“Whassit?” He mumbles, mouth not moving from her skin, lost in whatever his exploration was of her body like he owned it - he did.

“Just need your mouth on ‘em,” She huffs, squirming her hips a little bit to get the point across to her husband.

“Sure baby,” Harry agrees distractedly, his lips moving to finally wrap around her peak and his hand coming up to roll and pinch the other one.

And he fucking tortures her with it.

She’s stuck between a figurative heaven and hell.

Heaven is the fact that he’s been showing attention to her chest for the last twenty minutes but hell because his hand doesn’t even move to touch her cunt.

When she tries to sneak her own hand down into the front of her panties, Harry frowns at her, and guides her hand back up, “S’not time for that. Just let me touch you, love on you.”

She could tell how tired he was by how lazy and unrushed his movements were but yet somehow focused at the same time.

Her tits were scattered with lovebites by the time he was done, her nipples sore with achingly good pleasure, and her core was a wet mess.

Harry during this whole time would intermittently rut his hips against her, to relieve a bit of friction before settling back down.

She needed more.

She was too wired to let him continue onslaught of teasing which she knew he would, especially when his hand finally moved fo her cunt to roll her clit through her underwear with no urgency.

“Wet f’me,” Harry rasps as he moves down to pet at her core through the fabric, bumping against her like he’s trying to get his fingers in, “Gonna let me tease this pretty cunt?”

That’s all she needs to her before she was knocking him off her and onto his back, his went easily because he was surprised by the sudden movement and let out a low, pleased laugh.

This was euphoric.

She has to return the teasing just a bit, she shimmies off his shorts and briefs, and he’s so hard it look painful, fuck he was big.

She ducks down, purposefully avoiding his cock as she sucks mean, harsh hickeys into his sensitive thighs which make him mewl in pained pleasure.

YN knew his hands were aching to wrap in her hair and guide her warm mouth to him but he resisted, clenching his fists in the sheets.

“Give me more, mama. Come on, be a good girl,” He goads instead in his most alluring, gravely tone - hips twitching impatiently.

“More?” YN smirks a bit wickedly, she moves to his balls, lapping gently at where they’re swollen and snug at his base but makes him audibly moan when she ducks down to trace her tongue down the sensitive skin and back to his hole.

“Fuckin’ Christ, how are you so fuckin’ hot? How’d I land you, baby,” Harry babbles, lifting his hips a bit so that YN can have better access to him and he’s now so so wired.

“M’gonna, doll. You’re gonna make me come, just please. M’gonna come for you,” Harry pants out desperately and she takes pity, wrap a hand around him and giving a few hard pumps before he comes, ropes decorating his stomach, “You’re perfect. Make me feel s’fucking good.”

“H,” YN whines as she sits back up, ready for her own release now.

“Of course, shush up. Know m’gonna get you off, sweet thing,” He titters, still out of breathe when he pushes her back and tugs off her underwear.

“Fuckin’ hell, look at her,” Harry breathes out in awe when he sees how wet her folds are with arousal, how pretty she spreads open like a flower, “S’pretty, darling.”

She was so sensitive, so puffy that it only takes a few directed licks to her clit and she was bearing down, moaning through her climax.

When Harry pops back up afterwards, a sleepy smile on his face, he swipes the hair off her forehead, and murmurs, “Baby, I’m actually so fuckin’ tired now. Will you wipe me down? Love of my life, y’know that?”

YN giggles, kissing his nose before shimmying off the bed, and padding to the bathroom to warm up a rag to wash off his belly.

By the time she washes herself off and brings the cloth out, he’s splayed out like a starfish, stark naked, and snoring.

YN grabs a clean pair of briefs and shimmies them onto his body which makes him grumble and whine as she disturbs his slumber after she wiped him clean.

Days like this. She wishes she could save and keep in a box for when they’re older, being so in love and so happy and young.

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