#she actually emailed me while i was asleep and was like ‘hey can i like. see the movie’
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The Affair chapter 5
AU: human ceo sukuna x female reader
Contains: fluff, smut, cheating, lying, unfaithful sukuna, falling in love, oral, talk about kids, guilty heart sukuna, mention of gojo
Summary: since sukuna's wife has come back he has been switching back and forth between you and her, not knowing who to finally choose. The choice between you or his company. Something strange is happening with his wife, he is seeing her in a new way maybe he can stay with her but with you in his life things are more complicated. Now he seeks help through one of his best worker and friend.
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Sukuna was so lost in thought he couldn't do any of his work right, having to retype emails that he kept messing up on and reorganizing his paperwork.
His stress was rising to more than what he would like it to be. He didn't know what to do now. His wife had come back too early that put an obstacle in his plans with you.
That night he didn't come to see you now that his wife was back home he needed to attend to her needs but when she escaped to the showers he took the moment to go into another room to call you. You were so excited to hear from him his heart felt like breaking. He felt bad for not seeing you telling you the excuse and lying that it was overtime at work. All you did was smile and tell him not to worry and to get some rest.
Sukuna laid awake for most of the night tossing and turning in bed all the worries and guilt eating him alive. When his wife felt him struggling to go to sleep, with the tossing and turning. She put an arm around his body and nuzzled against his chest trying to calm him to sleep. He was confused why she was acting this way. Why the sudden change? She never really liked to cuddle as they got older in their relationship.
With the little comfort he had got tonight he was able to fall asleep but with the lack of a deep sleep he didn't want to go into work. His wife however rubbed his head laying there with him "my love stay in bed today I am going into the office. You look drained of life." She told him with a smile on her face.
He grunted and turned over hiding his face to get more sleep making her giggle. She slipped out of bed to get dressed then walked out of the home heading to the office.
Sukuna wanted to go see you but he could not risk anyone seeing him sneaking out. This was going to be a new challenge for him.
On her breaks and lunches she actually came back to him checking to make sure he was doing well but that meant he couldn't sneak out if he wanted to. He had to call you to tell you he can't not see you today.
When you heard the phone ring you ran over to it and jumped onto the bed seeing sukuna's number. You smiled and answered with a flirtatious "hello kuna."
He smiled and said "hey darling I am sorry but work is kicking my ass right now so I won't be able to see you today."
"Oh well then you can see after work its fine sukuna I don't mind if you come over late. It might give you better sleep." A smile formed on your face. He rubbed the back of his neck saying "yea I can't tonight at all im sorry they are keeping me over." But he liked the idea of being in bed with you getting a good night's rest. You let out a little breath saying "that's ok kuna I will wait for you. I love you. You stay safe though take care of yourself I will see you later."
He could hear how sad you are but he could not risk anything too soon, he had to keep you on the low.
"I love you beautiful, I have to go now."
You said goodbye to him then let out a sigh looking at the phone after hanging up then just laid down onto your bed. Sukuna rubbed his face and went to the kitchen to get something to eat, feeling horrible for even leading you into his life like this only to push you away.
Later that night while he sat on the couch his wife walked in with a smile. "hello love hope you feel better I made reservations at the restaurant to go to. I will go get ready. That is if you still want to go."
He nodded to confirm he was still going then watched her disappear down the hall to their bedroom as he sighed, laying his head back then got up and walked into the room seeing her getting undressed. Her body would never compare to the likeness of you. He loves the natural plumpness of your ass and thighs, enjoying the way they wrapped around him everytime he thrusted into you. The size of your breast are perfect to him and loves to feel them in the palm of his hands or pressed against his chest.
His wife giggled snapping him from his thoughts as she said "sukuna save it for later go get ready." She walked into their bathroom while he went to look at the suits to wear. He just grabbed a simple black vest and red under shirt for tonight, nothing fancy just as his wife came out dressed in red heels, black tight dress and hair tied up with make up dusting her face. "Lets go don't want to be late."
During dinner his eyes darted everywhere looking for any sign of someone being strange or trying to get his picture. His wife noticed how quiet he had been ever since she came back from her trip.
"Hey ryomen are you alright you've been quiet and closed off ever since I came back what is wrong?"
He smirked to her saying "darling nothing is wrong everything is fine just I never seen you like this for a long time now. Why the sudden change?"
She smiled and slid her hand over and squeezed his hand. "I told you I want to be better for you and I had a lot of thoughts about us so I am changing." He sighed and held her hand in his then brought it to his lips kissing her knuckle. "I missed you."
The whole dinner felt normal to him again it wasn't her flirting with random men that walked by her or got her attention. Her focus was all on him. She was actually laughing and smiling at him and he felt happy that he was finally becoming part of her life again. He chuckled hearing the stories she told about her trip while she laughed with him.
When they got home it was lips locked and his tongue diving into her mouth grabbing at her hips pulling her against him. Sukuna roughly picked her up pushing her against the wall giving bites to her neck making her moan out. He let out a growl and dropped her onto the bed then began to strip himself down to nothing. It was not easy for him to find lust through her; he had to think of you during the intercourse with his wife. The shameful thoughts of you. All because the guilt is eating him alive.
As he thrusted into her hearing her bark his name it was all thoughts of you. Remembering the way your breast bounced with every thrust. When your warm walls squeezed around the thickness of his cock. Feeling your body mold to his like a perfect piece. His heart was so guilty his wife noticed him losing his rhyme.
"Sukuna..cum inside me."
He looked at her with wife's eyes saying "what?" She smiled at him "I want to..to have a family with you."
With a few more thrust she came around him screaming his name but he wasn't close yet so he stopped breathing hard cursing at his inner self. She looked at him with a smile and ran a hand across his cheek.
"Ryomen its alright? We can do it again later. I know it was just brought onto you but I think we should start having kids."
His wife left him alone while she was in the bathroom and he laid down covering his face with a pillow. How dare she say this to him after years of not wanting kids. After he found you to fall in love with, now she wants to be the wife he always wanted. He heard the door open and her quiet footsteps until he felt hands grab his cock. He shuddered and went to move but she grabbed his wrist saying "relax let me help you."
He could feel her hand squeeze and jerk his shaft making him hard again only with thoughts of you. He let out a groan then felt her lips wrap around his tip taking him deep within her mouth. Feeling her suck and jerk him all he remembered was you doing it, the way you took your time to pleasure and tease every part of him. "Ahh fuck darling." Sukuna bucked his hips and released his seed into her mouth as she swallowed all of him.
He had to admit its been a while since his wife did this to him but seeing her didn't please him like you did. Seeing how shy you were with his cum still on your lips and when you licked it away face full of innocence. Sukuna hated this back and forth with his heart. A plan needs to come quickly but either way it's going to lead to heartbreak.
Over a week you have not seen sukuna in person. You talked to him over the phone but it didn't feel the same. You also walked to the chicken wrap stand ordering two wraps hoping he will show up and surprise you. He didn't show up so you sent him pictures of you with the wraps telling him you have an extra for him to have dinner with you. But he just responded that he is busy at work, to much over time. He missed you dearly and it hurt his heart.
You texted him throughout the day telling him how much you love him and miss him. That night you ate both wraps alone reading your books while trying to keep yourself away from bad thoughts.
However during the following days your mood was bringing you down to a depressing state. You took a walk after work through the mall with your friends as they continued to bug you about sukuna. As they dragged you through different stores you were brought into a girly store. Your eyes caught the jewelry that was on display filled with both men and women items.
Your eyes scanned the display case and saw a thick black leather bracelet with a golden tiger on it. A smile formed on your face wanting to give a gift to sukuna as a thank you for the book. You bought it and got a black box with pink ribbon to tie around. You wrote his name across the box with a silver marker and added a heart to his name.
You wanted him to come over as soon as possible because you were too excited for him to get his gift but he didn't answer your phone that whole night. Maybe he is really busy with work.
Sukuna had to put his phone on silent during another dinner date with his wife she wanted to go on a nice little candle lit dinner at a small restaurant. It was just him and her sharing smiles and sending flirtatious smirks. Sukuna was completely forgetting about you.
He is starting to see a new light over his wife. She was actually changing and just maybe if this continues he can be in a happy marriage. To not have that worry about having an affair and the damage to his company.
Surprisingly to sukuna his wife didn't ask for sex and all she wanted to do was cuddle him in bed with a movie on in the background. When she went to sleep, Sukuna took out his phone and saw all the messages from you. The reality came sinking into his world. The reality that he is having an affair and seeing all your messages of you missing him. You want to see him. You're feeling lonely. Asking if he was upset with you. He can see how hurt you felt for him ignoring you. This was the first time that he has been pushing you away.
He gave you a text saying that he was fine, just tired. Maybe he can find a way to sneak out to you. Sukuna put his phone away and laid down hugging his wife.
The next day he was wondering why his wife was not getting up and groaning. She just started her time of the month so she pushed him away like all the other times feeling the cramps. He tried to help her but she groaned and pushed against his chest telling him to leave.
He sighed and said "fine I guess I am leaving now call me if you need me. I won't be in the office. I am going to a meeting outside the company. Love you." His wife just groaned at him as he sighed and left her alone.
Sukuna did go to the meeting talking about plans and making deals with the other men from different companies he has regularly met with.
However, it ended four hours early. He thought of using this time to finally go and see since he had pushed you off for a whole week.
When he got to your apartment he looked to see if anyone was nearby he recognized then quickly went to your door giving it a loud knock. He realized you didn't answer so he called you hoping you would answer but then he heard the ringing go to voicemail after two rings. He pulled his phone away from him, feeling his heart get heavy. Were you mad at him?
Then hearing the door unlocked from the other side he perked up excited to see you when the door opened he saw you and smiled. "Hey darling."
You looked at him with tired eyes and gave him a weak smile as you stepped to the side letting him in. As soon as the door closed you jumped straight into his arms hugging him tight.
He chuckled and held you close to him feeling his body get warm and his heart flutter. Being away from you so long he didn't realize how much his body missed you. It had a mind of its own and it wanted you only. He never felt like this when seeing his wife.
You held onto him then let out a whimper of pain, he heard the sound and put you down worried then watched you crouch down into yourself holding your stomach. He crouched down to your level saying "what's wrong?"
You shook your head and looked at him with pout. "It hurts kuna. My cramps." He looked at you in disbelief that both you and his wife started it the same time. Thinking you didn't want him around he hummed then said "do you want me to leave."
"What?! Why would I want you to leave? I hadn't seen you in a week and now you want to leave. No dumb ass, I want you to stay with me. Please, I missed you so much."
He gulped as you lunged back into his arms telling him to take you back to your room. Sukuna picked you up carrying you to bed and placed you down with a smirk. "So needy, pretty little thing."
His wife still never liked him being around when it was that time, she claims it is not attractive and makes her feel gross. You smiled at him but then looked away scrunched your face from the pain. Sukuna wanted to make you feel better. His hand slides over your hip and under your shirt to press it to your stomach and give it a gentle rub. Your eyes opened to look at him, seeing his handsome face and body dressed in his suit, making you smile with so much love for him as you raised a hand to cup his face and ran your thumb tracing his cheek and to graze over his lower lip.
"I love you my kuna."
He could feel his heart clench and ache hearing those words sounding so sweet from you. In a tone that he never heard from his wife it always sounds forced from her even till now when she is trying to force it out.
"Y/n do you have tea here?" You nodded "yes it's in the kitchen."
He pulled his hand from you saying "don't move, stay here I am going to try to fix you." He stood up hearing your giggles and said "kuna I am not broken I am just cramping."
Sukuna gave you a smile and left your room heading to the kitchen looking through the place finally finding your stash of tea. He rubbed his neck looking through the boxes then froze feeling the necklace still around his neck. "Shit." He quickly took it off and stuffed it into his pocket then went back to find the herbal tea he was looking for.
After brewing some hot water from your electric kettle he put a bag of chamomile and lavender tea with honey into your cat tea cup. A smirk formed on his face seeing the cup then went back to you.
"Here drink this love."
You sat up as he sat next to you holding your cup carefully handing it over. "Oh you found the ones I usually drink for my cramps. I was too lazy and in pain to move to get them. Luckily I have you to rescue me." You said, giving him a little laugh.
Hearing your laughs always makes his chest flutter happily, knowing he makes you laugh and happy. Sukuna took off his suit coat laying it on your bed to the side then laid down while waiting for you to drink your tea. You drank most of it and put it down on the table not caring about it any more because you just wanted to be in sukuna's arms after not seeing him for a while.
He watched you turn to face him and lay down getting cozy under his arm and nuzzling against his chest. It was just silence between the two of you but the love could be felt in your room. His hand soothing your back gently.
Maybe your body just wanted him around because the cramps eased up after, probably sensing your man next to you. "Sukuna, I want to tell you something." He gave you a hum, his eyes closed enjoying your comfort.
"Where have you been? Has work really been draining that much?"
He let out a heavy breath of air escape through his nose then pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Yes work is stressing me out a lot too much over time I can not get a break."
Your hand rubbed across his chest and led to his back rubbing him softly. "That sucks. I am sorry if I have been really annoying lately in wanting to see you all the time. I feel like a burden to you. Because you have your own life but I want to be part of it. Because I love you. And I am just worried that…you would not want me because I am too attached to you. I am sorry…kuna".
He could hear your voice croak and sniffles coming from you and he instantly felt his heart tear. He moved and softly rubbed your cheek making you look at him.
"No beautiful, do not say those things about yourself. I am happy with you. I love you with all my heart. It's me that feels like I don't not deserve you and I really don't. You have shown me what it is like to be in love to have a normal relationship. I appreciate you and everything you do for me. I don't want anyone else besides you."
A whimper escaped you as you nuzzled your face against his neck holding him tight. "Ryomen I love you more than my heart can handle."
Sukuna spills more and more confessions to you everytime he is with you because you make his heart feel what he really wants. His wife is already to far gone from him to want her back. He needs and wants you.
"Kuna, I got you a gift." He hummed curiously watching you move and turn to get into a drawer on your bedside table then pulled out a little black box with pink ribbon. "Here open it."
Sukuna sat up holding the box smiling at the colors you chose and began to unwrap the box. You held your hands together playing with your fingers feeling butterflies in your stomach worried if he was not going to like it.
He pulled off the top of the box seeing the bracelet inside and took it out to see the gold tiger charm.
"I know it's not much but I thought of you when I saw it and I wanted to get you something."
He smiled and pulled you saying "c'mere. I love it darling". You smiled and hugged him as he kissed your cheek. "Do you want me to put it on?"
"Of course, I need to see if it's going to fit." Sukuna chuckled and took the bracelet to slip it over his wrist and pulled the little ropes tightening it. He lifted his arm to you saying "how does it look?"
You smiled and held his hand turning his wrist to look at it against his skin. "Its perfect on you kuna." As sukuna laid down holding your body close to him he felt worse for even having to take off any of the gifts. He knows you be more upset if he stopped wearing the bracelet and ask questions. He will just have to tell his wife that it was a gift from one of the men during the conference meeting.
When the time passed sukuna woke up from a nap then looked at you. You were still by his side and in his arms he noticed you were asleep. He tried to wake you but you were passed out sound asleep. He smiled and gave a long kiss to your cheek and pulled away whispering 'I love you beautiful.' Sukuna grabbed his coat then left a note by your pillow telling you he had to leave and he loves you more.
By the time you woke up it was dark outside and sukuna was not beside you leaving you with a sad expression and whimpered when you saw the note he left. You placed the note in your drawer and held the pillow he was laying on, getting a smell of his scent that comforted you.
You couldn't come up with the courage to tell him how you feel about him. How much you needed him beside you every night. How your heart yearns for him. You had many thoughts wanting to be his wife. But you are always too scared to tell him because of the fear he would not want that. So you kept them aside.
You texted him that night to see if he was alright but you got no response and that was because sukuna was on the couch cuddling his wife making her giggle. Kissing her neck gave light bites to her ear as he poked her side.
Sukuna is playing with two women he knows it's wrong and he has to choose but not knowing what part of his life he wants.
Sukuna again didn't come to see you and only texted you for a few days leaving you alone with no response. You laid in bed hugging your pillow wondering what you did wrong. He became so distant lately. Tears filled your eyes and hid your face away from everything.
He finally saw the messages seeing you desperately trying to talk to him and saw the last message.
'Fine I guess I will leave you alone. If you don't want me any more then tell me. You don't have to keep ignoring me.'
"Fuck." He tossed his phone onto the passenger seat of his car gripping the steering wheel. He didn't know he could be so caught up in this life. He is ryomen sukuna ceo of his company and he is letting some little woman like you control his life usually that will piss him off.
But deep down he liked it because he loves you. Being with you all this time always weighed his heart to you and he can not think of anyone else to be with besides you.
He took out his phone calling the one person he could talk to about anything.
"Hey satoru we need to talk, meet me at the ramen shop I like. Thank you. See you there."
Sukuna drove off feeling his nerves rise, when he got there he let out a sigh and texted his wife saying he has a meeting outside the office to go to and will be home late.
Sukuna walked into the restaurant, seeing satoru's hand raise up calling out to him. He sighed and walked over taking a seat and already saw a drink in front of him. "Is this alcohol?"
"Why would I do that if I know you are driving? So what dirty secrets do you want to tell me?"
Gojo leaned over the table resting his chin onto the palms of his hands. As sukuna cleared his throat to say, "so this talk is only between me and you also nanami if you want to fill him in." Gojo took a drink of his tea and looked to sukuna waiting.
"I am in love with another woman."
"No shit". Gojo said with a smile as he pulled down his sunglasses to look at his pink haired friend. Sukuna growled and looked at his drink. "Can I speak fully before interrupting me with stupid remarks?" Sukuna then glared at him to make sure he understood, seeing gojo flick his hand to continue the talk.
"I met this little woman after I had gotten into a fight with the wife, she came home with hickies on her neck and told me it was no big deal. Stating she knows I cheat. I had enough of it so I left to get a break from her staying at my house. Then when I went walking to get chicken wraps I crashed into this woman."
Satoru chuckled saying "you could have killed her with that body of yours." "Shut up!" Sukuna snarled lowly at him then continued.
"I saw how cute and shy she was so I thought maybe I could get her into bed with my charm. But she didn't fall for it like most women do. So I made it my mission to try to get with her. The more I was with her the more I wanted a life with her. There is a lot more in detail of why but I won't get into it if you are smart enough to know."
He looked down and rubbed his face feeling stressed.
"When I got forced into this marriage I was fine and happy with it. Getting to fuck this beautiful woman that I was tied with not having to worry about anything else. Now being older I see the way two people in love looked at eachother and it was not the same look my wife gives to me. I want to have that life with a woman to go home and relax with her and have her wash away my stress and not give me stress. The woman I could finally experience romance with and have a family."
Satoru had already seen how his friend had been acting lately. He wasn't so grumpy all the time and he has a different energy. Sukuna looked at gojo then pulled out his phone to show him a picture of you. The white haired man smiled, saying "she is cute."
"Satoru, she showed me what it's like to be in true love. Everything about her is amazing, she is beautiful, sweet, cute, lovely."
"What about the sex?" Satoru asked as sukuna smirked and leaned back in his seat. "This little woman is sexy. She drives me crazy. She makes my heart flutter, swell and twist with passion. The sex feels amazing, let's just say I fit perfectly inside her."
Sukuna leaned back over the table to say in a low tone "I love the way she tightens around my cock every time I bring her to pure bliss."
Satoru shook his head with a smirk and said "you never change with those words ryomen."
Sukuna leaned away again and looked at his tea. "Fuck satoru I don't know what to do? Now my wife comes back after this trip stating that she did not cheat on me and now she wants kids with me and is acting differently."
Gojo hummed while taking a drink then looked at sukuna being serious.
"You know this is a serious matter, this affair can be big trouble for the company."
"You think I don't know that". Sukuna growled out.
"Well what are you going to do?"
Sukuna sighed and rubbed his face. "Gojo this is why I called you here to help me with this. I know I need to stay for the company but y/n is what I deeply want. I fell out of love with yami. And being with her doesn't feel right. Is it because I am guilty? Man, I sound pathetic talking about this."
Gojo let out a laugh then said "that is a good thing you are having feelings it means you are human and not a demon like others say." Sukuna smirked saying "thanks I guess but that doesn't help."
His friend smiled and pulled down his glasses to say "look ryomen just do what you want to do. I know that is what you do best. Whatever you choose I am still here for you. But I will say that little y/n girl she does do something to you that I can see. You look more alive with her."
Sukuna had left the little talk with gojo and went straight to your place, parking outside the building and staring at your door. Debating if he should should just go home after all. But his heart string was pulling him to you.
He made his decision when he got out of his car and to your door and gave it a hard knock so you would hear him. He looked at his wrist smiling at the bracelet you gifted him. His wife did question it but she didn't bother with it after he told her it was a gift from a meeting.
You heard a knock at your door thinking it was your friendly neighbor trying to bring cookies again. You opened it with a smile then froze in shock to see sukuna giving a soft smile. "Hey darling."
You crossed your arms, giving him an unamused look. "What do you want? I am upset with you. You ignore me for days, then you just show up thinking everything is fine." Sukuna gulped and rubbed his neck saying "I am sorry."
"You never want to talk to me kuna. I want you to talk to me about your life. What are you feeling? Tell me about your day. Tell me about what is bothering you. Even if it's stupid just talk to me please." He could see your eyes glaze over with tears, he hates to see you cry.
"No no please don't cry I am sorry. I am dealing with so much bull shit at work. I lose track of time and I am too tired. My ex is bugging me again." He quickly stopped talking from over saying things.
"Is that why you are ignoring me? Your ex wife is talking to you again. So you ignore me to have your attention on her. Are you cheating on me?"
You stepped away not wanting to say that and not wanting to know if it's true.
Sukuna walked inside pushing passed the door then closed it behind him locking it. "No beautiful I am not cheating on you trust me. Please. I love you." Why was it so easy for him to lie to you?
You didn't say a word just looking at him annoyed with yourself and him, not knowing what else to say to sukuna. He gulped and said "please say something." "Why?"
"Because I love you."
You looked away saying "do you?"
Sukuna felt a sting in his heart. Fine if you think he doesn't then he will just have to show you. With the thing you love to have over and over again. He walked closer to you and grabbed your face then smashed his lips to yours.
You wanted to be mad at him but you couldn't stay mad not with his intoxicating lips trying to devour you when you opened your mouth letting his tongue pass through across your lips. You let out a desperate moan into his mouth.
Sukuna then grabbed your hips pulling you flush against him and quickly pulled his lips away only to latch them to your neck. You tilted your head back letting him attack your neck with love bites marking you. "Ryomen.." You love the way they feel against your skin. He makes you melt every time.
"I am sorry for staying away from you because of work. But I can't stop thinking of you and having you in every way." He told you and went to squeeze your ass hearing a gasp coming from you. "Kuna hold on." He froze and pulled his hands away to watch you pull off your clothing just leaving you in underwear as he let out a growl mixed with a groan.
Sukuna attacked you again with his hands and lips. You moaned letting him have full access to your neck then he started taking off his jacket and shirt leaving everything on the floor. Just seeing his bare chest and abs covered with his black markings on full display his pants hanging low around his hips.
"Sukuna takes me to the room." You jumped into his arms as he carried you to the bedroom and kicked your door closed then pressed your back against the door with your legs wrapped around his hips.
Sukuna continued to lick and softly suck your neck while grinding himself against you, his lips trail over your collar bone going down to your breast taking a nipple into his mouth. You could feel his tongue swirl around your peaked nub giving attention to the other breast. Moans escaped from you while arching your back wanting to be flush against his skin.
The feeling of his hard length ready to break through with every push against you. Your hand ran through his hair lightly pulling on it. "Sukuna take me please I need you in me." He gave you a light bite to your neck then pulled you away from the door to take you into the bed and dropped you in it. Feeling your back lay across your blankets, you looked at him. He could see your cheeks tinted pink and breast perked.
"Fuck your sexy baby." You shudder at his word as it sends a tingle through your body hearing that deep tone of his lustful voice. Sukuna took off his pants as you looked away sliding off your panties and spread your legs for him. He chuckled with a proud smirk while removing his underwear then grabbed his shaft pumping himself while getting onto the bed again. Your eyes drifted to him seeing his thick cock in his hand while you bit your lip.
"Be a good girl yea and play with yourself." He heard a whimper from you and watched your hand trail down your body and settled between your legs.
His eyes were on you, watching you rub circles over your clit then plunge a finger into yourself then back to your clit. Your hips bucked a little with soft moans leaving you but you ached for something more.
Sukuna licked his lips, jerking himself squeezing his cock with a groan. "Yea that's it, good girl. You are such a good girl that maybe I should reward you with this yea?"
You stopped pulling your hand away and looked to see him stroking himself then nuzzled his hips between your legs.
"Sukuna, yes please. Just fuck me already".
"As you wish my love."
He gave you a smug smirk then pressed his tip to your entrance as he braced himself with his hands leaning over the top of you. His eyes locked on yours, you could see the lust mixed with love through his eyes. As he pushed all the way in as you moaned feeling him stretch you to the thickness of him.
Sukuna already began to thrust his hips going deep into you. He went slow at first to build that high you love so much. Your hand roamed his chest and shoulders then found their way into his hair as he leaned forward to capture your lips in a deep loving kiss. Your legs squeezed around him then nudged him to talk.
"Kuna go faster and harder. I want you to fuck me." He grunted with satisfaction then raised up to grab your wrist and held them above your head while he slowly rocked into you.
You never saw this side of him before seeing him be so dominant but caring at the same time it turned you on so much. He could feel you pulse around him from this new action making him smirk. "Oh you like this darling? Want me to go faster and harder?"
You gave him a nod with a response "yes more kuna." He let go of your wrist and gripped your legs to hike then higher over him folding you.
With every hard and faster thrust of his cock pressing against that good spot bringing you closer to your release. Moans of his name spilled from you hearing his deep moans and hot breath against the skin of your neck. Your hands tried to grip every part of his body holding onto his neck and the other around his shoulder. This man is everything to you and you want nothing else in life besides him.
"Ryomen…ryomen don't stop, keep going."
Sukuna's thrust turned into a rut, feeling his cock swell ready to release. With every pound of his hips you heard your bed creak. Moans and heavy breathing filled your room. Your nails started to dig into his back feeling the knot twist inside you. Sukuna looked at you, his eyes half lidded and leaned up to get a deeper thrust letting his body take control.
Staring into his eyes feeling so close and the tears formed, glossing your eyes from all the emotion. "Sukuna..s..sukuna." you called out to him as he did the same.
"Beautiful..love."
Finally feeling that snap of pure bliss you threw your head back scraping your nails across his skin on his back pulling him closer to you. "Ryomen! Sukuna!..ahh sukuna!"
You yelled his name creaming around his cock making it easier for him to slide all the way deep with the last few pounds he moaned deeply and louder than before slamming his hips against you and poured his thick milky seed into your womb. Sukuna pushed so far and gripped the blanket under you groaning your name. He hoped to breed with you for how deep he knows his seed went inside you, he wants a life with you.
He carefully laid on top of you,still feeling himself pulse inside you and breathed heavily in sync with your breathing. Your arms wrapped around his neck keeping him close to you not wanting to let go.
Hearing your heart thump loud against your chest. As Sukuna slowly pulled out, you let out a breath of air feeling the pressure of his cock leave you and already missing the feeling of him. But he kept his face nuzzled in your neck and his arms snaked around your body.
You didn't care about the pressure of his body resting on you weighing you down. You love him to stay close to you. Your hands went into his hair softly stroking his pink locks as the other drifted to his back to rub him. All your emotions started to hit you as tears filled your eyes.
Sukuna felt you breath hard then heard you whimper and squeezed around him with more soft whimpers and sniffles. "Why are you crying beautiful."
You buried your face into his neck letting cuddling into his arms and held onto him, he could feel the hot tears against his chest escaping from your eyes.
"Ryomen all I want is you. I don't care about anything else in my life except for you. I want to be with you for as long as I live. You make me happy. You make me feel loved. Your arms are warm, and safe. I love to be in them. And I don't want to lose you. I am sorry if I upset you somehow. But fuck ryomen sukuna I love you. You are my home and my heart. You mean the world to me. I..I love you."
Sukuna's heart broke and for the first time he wanted to cry because you are all he wants and he is going to lose you fast if he doesn't do something about it.
His mind is finally set on the next step. After tonight when he goes back he needs to divorce and get you in his life. But that would mean he needs to tell you the truth
"Y/n would you want to marry me? Am I good enough?"
You moved back slightly to look at him in shock saying "what do you mean? Of course you are good enough I will marry you in a heartbeat. Why?"
He smiled and pulled you back against his chest saying "just thinking. Let's get some sleep, love you wore me out."
You giggled kissing his chest then leaned up out of his arms to grab an extra blanket to put over him and you. "Goodnight kuna I love you." He smiled, saying "love you more sweet dreams beautiful." In an instant with the comfort in each other's arms, sleep took you both quickly.
His wife looked at the time seeing it was way past midnight and she was still up waiting for sukuna to get home. She scoffed and walked into the room. "This fucking stops now. He belongs to me."
She picked up her phone calling someone waiting for them to answer and when they did she smiled wickedly.
"Hello I need a favor. Yes, to track something. Can you find where this number is located?" She gave the person sukuna's phone number and said "send me the address when you find it please and thank you. You will be getting a payment for being so helpful, thank you."
About a few minutes later she got a notification on her phone and smiled wide seeing the info. "Sukuna say goodbye to your little slut."
oh what is this woman planning?! Things are about to go down. Sukuna just made his final moves in his mind to be with you.
Thank you for reading!
#ryomen sukuna#sukuna#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#ryomen sukuna x you#ryomen x reader#ceo!sukuna#ceo!sukuna x reader#the affair
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Feral Instincts Ch.20
Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)
WC 1651
Warnings: Some racy bits in the beginning, but nothing overly explicit. Recalling prior domestic violence
Sy had been a man of his word and she had woken a few hours later to Walter's fingers moving between her legs as Sy eased into her. They took turns with her until all three of them were spent, collapsing into an exhausted pile and going back to sleep. Her alarm went off to start getting ready for work and she stayed awake only so long as to call out before falling back asleep with Walter's arms around her.
August and Geralt had been equally as insatiable and she lost count of how many orgasms they pulled from her. Good thing she couldn't have kids anymore, or there definitely would have been a bun in the oven after this, possibly more than one. They always made sure she was prepared for them, always made sure she came first, taking care of her needs before their own.
She lay on the couch, scrolling through her phone when the text came through from her supervisor.
Got the email that you called out. Can you walk at all?
She paused before typing out the reply.
No and shut up.
LOL yeah Alphas are like that on the full moon, especially with their Mates.
And I got four testosterone disasters keeping me occupied.
Wait…four?
Technically five, but Mike isn't an Alpha. He's back at the apartment, I spent it with the others.
But you have four Mates? The only wolves I've heard of having multiple Mates are female Alphas.
Heather. I am a female Alpha.
It took about half a second after hitting send before her name came up on caller ID.
"You're what?!" Heather exclaimed before Stephanie had the opportunity to say hi.
"I'm a female Alpha." She repeated.
"I mean, we were notified that you took over the pack occupying your apartment building and the one next door, but we figured you were just a proxy for one of the others." She said, "It's not uncommon for an Alpha to take over a territory and assign a proxy to run it if they can't be there in person. We all figured you were a Beta as they tend to be the proxy."
"No, Heather, I'm not a Beta. Mike is the Beta, he's my Beta. I'm his Alpha." Stephanie said.
"Shit." She said and sighed, "I honestly shouldn't be surprised, actually, just based on how you were before getting infected. Stubborn with a problem with authority figures. Makes sense, you are an authority figure."
"Yeah, they thought I was going to be an Omega before my first shift." She said and Heather gave a heavy snort on the other end of the line.
"You? An Omega?" She said, "I can sort of see how, but not hardly."
"They weren't feeling the protection fuzzy-wuzzies because I was an Omega…"
"They were feeling it because you're their Mate."
"Apparently."
"Well, shit. I'm gonna have to tell my Alpha that we were wrong." Heather said. “Knowing him, he’s going to want to schedule a get together. Does it with all the packs with territories touching his, foster good relations and all that. The previous Alpha of your territory basically told him to fuck off when he extended the offer.”
“I’ll talk to the others, but I don’t see why we wouldn’t show up.” Stephanie said, “Based on the number of people in my pack, I would say maybe a cookout at the park? There’s kids and I wouldn’t want them cooped up while the boring adults do boring adult things.”
“Sounds like a great idea, actually.” Heather said, “Weather has been nice, bring out the grills for food and games for the pups. I’ll pitch it and let you know what he says.” Stephanie covered the phone with her hand, pulling it away from her ear.
“Hey, Sy!” She called out.
“Yeah, doll?” He called back.
“How do you feel about a cook out with my boss’ pack? Our territory touches his.”
“Sounds like a fun time. We can have it here, lottsa room.”
“Thinking more about the park? Neutral ground and all that.”
“Yeah, that makes better sense. Don’t need him goin’ on the defensive straight away.” Sy said and she pulled her hand away, putting the phone back to her ear.
“He says it’s cool.” She said, “Still have to talk to the others, but again, I don’t see why they would have an issue with it.”
“Awesome! I’ll let him know and we’ll coordinate a day and time.” Heather said, “Is it okay if I give him your number? I’ll text you his so it’s not a mystery.”
“Go for it.” She said and a familiar feeling crawled over her mind right before she was jumped on, the wind being knocked out of her lungs. “Jesus!”
“What?”
“I just got ambushed by a buck fifty of wiggling Beta. I’ll talk to you later.” She wheezed and hung up, letting the phone fall to the floor as Mike squirmed in excitement, his wolf jet black and leaner than the others. He licked at her face excitedly, letting out happy whines as he scrabbled on top of her. “Mike! Cool it! You’re gonna break something! That something being me!” He finally settled, laying belly up between her and the couch, paws tucked against his chest. She held him, pressing kisses to his head and blew a raspberry at him when he licked at her face again. The fur under her hand turned to skin and he moved on top of her, looking down at her with a wide smile.
“Hi, sweetcheeks!” He said and she snorted, pulling him down into a kiss. He giggled against her lips, his hands going to her waist and pushing up her shirt. "Missed you."
"Apparently."
"Walter came and got me." He said and kissed her again, pushing his hands up her shirt to palm her breasts through her lounge bra, squeezing gently. He shuddered as she ran her fingers through his hair, but halted when he saw the wounds on her wrists from the silver chain. They were healing, but still ugly, the skin mottled and blistered. "Steph…"
"Hey, it's okay."
"It almost wasn't."
"But it is. I'm here, right now, with you." She said and he laid his head on her chest, his hands going to her waist. She held him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing her lips to his hair.
"I almost lost you."
"But you didn't."
"If I hadn't--"
"Stop. No "what-ifs", okay?" She said and he was quiet.
"Okay." He said finally, nodding against her.
"Stephanie." Geralt said, coming into the living room. "Mike."
"Sup." He said, waving at him with a couple fingers before settling again.
"What's up?" Stephanie asked.
"I need to ask you about Lewis." He said and she went quiet.
"What about him?" She asked finally.
"How long were you two together?" He asked, folding his arms over his chest.
"Almost two years." She said.
"And in that time you never suspected anything was wrong with him?" He asked and she went quiet again, only this silence held weight. "Sweetheart?"
"He always apologized." She said and Mike picked his head up to look at her. "Yeah, I know how that sounds, but it's true. He told me he loved me so much it made him crazy. We would fight, he would hit me, and then he would apologize saying his love for me made him unable to control himself."
"You knew he was a wolf." Geralt said and she nodded.
"He was open about it from the beginning." She said, "He would keep me locked up in my apartment for days at a time, telling me he was doing it to protect me from the other wolves in the area. I finally had enough and I told him we were over, we were done."
"And he suggested a camping trip." Mike said and she snorted.
"Not right away. I think he knew if he did I wouldn't have gone with him. Girl breaks up with an abusive boyfriend and agrees to be alone with him out in the middle of nowhere? Yeah, she's never being seen alive again. He begged me to reconsider, said he would do better, he would try to control himself better. Just give him another chance. As if I didn't already give him more than enough chances."
"It was bullshit, wasn't it?" Geralt asked.
"Actually, no. He did change. At least, he appeared to. He started being nicer, more attentive, he'd diffuse arguments before they started, let me see my friends again. He was a whole new Jordan." Stephanie said, "Six months later and then he suggested the camping trip. Just the two of us. It'd be nice, romantic, good to get away from everyone and everything." She stopped with a shrug, "You know the rest." Sy and Walter had frozen in the kitchen while they had listened to her talk, August halting at the top of the stairs. "I don't know if he planned on killing me, or if he was always planning on infecting me as another way to control me. I suppose it doesn't matter."
"And when we find him," Geralt said, his eyes hard, "He won't be hurting you or anyone else ever again."
"Tripped and exploded on impact." She said with a small laugh, recalling when Sy had said it. "August told me the Pack Council wants him alive."
"The Pack Council won't be there." August said, stepping onto the landing at the bottom of the stairs. "I was going to kill him just for using silver on you, but now…" He stopped with a low growl, "I'm going to take my time with him."
"Get in line." Geralt said through his teeth that had gone sharp.
“I’ll make popcorn.” Mike said and she snorted with a smile, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
#henry cavill#captain syverson#walter marshall#august walker#geralt of rivia#hellraiser mike#feral instincts
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The first thing I'll say after reading the chapter is - CAT!!!!
Also, my cat came up to me while I was reading, and fell asleep on me, so double cats!
Poor Rosalie, still being haunted, but now actively trying to ghosthunt, when the ghost suddenly does not want to be seen anymore 😔 hug for both of them!
Shadowheart's words made me hurt, because damn. She is so right, they all still did choose to do bad things, because they thought they were right, but also - hug for her too, she deserves it for acknowledging her faults and trying to be better. Love Shadowheart and how wise she is here ❤️
And knowing that Astarion wanted to Ascend in order to be able to protect Rose too, in some way, breaks my heart for him, because he probably understands how stupid it was, and how much pain he brought Rose with that decision, but also how he was hurt in the process too... Oh, it is such a deep can of worms to unearth, I love it 💔
Also, Astarion in a jumper! WITH THE CAT! So far away from scary Ascended, it melts my heart. And him being embarrassed over bargaining in on Rose taking a bath, so worried and willing to face her in case she got hurt again... Aww, is the only thing I can say.
Not me waiting for the epilogue chapter to be Rose and Astarion on a double date with the Dekarios family. And I'm never letting my cat be alone in proximity to Gale. Nope. Also, I'm trying to imagine Astarion's shock when the whole clan of Gale's children starts climbing all over him. That will be hilarious.
Poor Rosalie with her email. I know the struggle. She is still better than me at handling it 😔
This chapter was so sweet, even if it brought something to think over, and that forever quest for acceptance of your past mistakes in order to move on, that fear of facing it, because it will be hard and painful... Yes. I can imagine the road to happiness will be long and thorny for both of them.
And now, I leave you, dear author, with the best of wishes for good luck in your work, many scritches for your cats, and big thank you for this delight of a chapter.
Now I'll go look for the banana muffins recipe, since Gale and Timothy refused to share that, and make me some. Thank you ❤️
hey anon, thank you so much for such a lovely message and comprehensive chapter review. I'm glad you enjoyed it!
I had a lot of visions for what this aftercare portion of the fic looks like, to be honest, but mostly it's just Astarion trying to rebuild his personality from the ground up and then trying to do it as quickly as possible so he can land himself a baddie lmfao. I don't know how well I'll pull it off, bc there's a lot of big things to unpack there that also, I don't think, make for a particularly interesting reading experience, so a lot of it happens off-screen. But for right now, I'm just grappling with an Astarion who feels bit weird about flirting, meanwhile Rosalie is like "he's not flirting with me? :( maybe he doesn't... like me :("
*screams internally in author*
so I added cats misbehaving to give myself some more familiar ground to tread!
I also just feel like Shadowheart's story is the neatest by the end of the game (her just T-posing in the background of the post Netherbrain trauma congaline on the docks, lmfao) but that there are things about her story, at least in my playthrough, that would actually equip her for understanding Astarion more than Rose does. I wanted to give a little space for the acknowledgement that most of the companions have experienced more emotional and moral nuance than my Tav has in her entire life :')))
Thank you for your lovely words! x
#asks#anons#lovely words from lovely people#wip: pieces still stuck in your teeth#i think making a Lawful Good character can make people think I want Rosalie to be a spotless perfect never faltered ever Mary Sue#whereas... in truth... she's mostly just extremely repressed and autistic lmfao.#and she only become heroic bc any fear and anxiety was literally removed from her body! Astarion/Shadowheart should be so lucky!#its so fucking easy to be brave in those circumstances!!#so she doesn't really um. have the tools to handle a lot of what is going on right now :'))
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@believesinponds Not to be greedy but OMG MORE I WANT MORE!!!!!!!! What happens with Charlie and Izzy while Lucius is gone for that month?????
(this got...so very very very smutty. Like probably not by most writers standards, but by Vera standards this is FILTHY. Some warnings: there is brief touching while someone is asleep, there is under-negotiated kink (but everyone has fun) and there is voyeurism which is negotiated.)
The office was weird without Jim and Lucius there. Charlie felt like he was creeping around a tomb. They had taken half the staff with them and the rest were out on smaller jobs. Charlie was dispatch and office support for those and that kept him mostly distracted from the silent main office, it's usually open door locked up tight.
He did not want to examine how bereft he felt with both of them gone. It hadn’t even been a full day, it was ridiculous to pout. They were showing a lot of trust, essentially leaving him in charge.
Several times, he got up to ask Lucius a question or to bother Jim only to remember that he was alone. He slunk back to his office feeling increasingly ridiculous each time. It was just a few weeks. He’d be used to it by the end, maybe even annoyed to lose the peace and quiet. Certainly, he was piling through work at an astounding rate.
Around three, he started idly going through his phone every half hour or so. He had Izzy’s number, but it seemed desperate and silly to reach out to him. Charlie was going to prove that he could do this. He would visit in a few days, when Izzy might actually miss Lucius enough to want company.
Just when he was winding down for the day and starting to think about distracting plans for the night, he heard the beep of the keycard reader and the front door swinging open.
“Charlie?” It was Read. She’d clocked out with him a half hour ago.
“Everything okay?” He got up and put his head around the door. She smiled at him. He smiled back. It was hard not to. Few people could withstand the force of Read’s easy joy.
“Izzy said I should collect you for dinner. Anne is working late, but she might show up too if she can get away.”
“Sure, let me just send an email.”
He stepped back into his office, out of view and then punched the air in triumph. He hadn’t even had to invite himself. Taking a few seconds, he did actually send an email and shut down his computer for the night.
“Let’s go.”
Read had Izzy’s old bike, which made for a fun ride. She drove right into the spacious garage under the building. She swiped her keycard and hit the PH button.
“Probably get your own,” she slid hers into her pocket.
“Me? Why?” His heart quickened.
“Izzy said you’d be around a lot,” she shrugged, entirely without innuendo. “It’s no big thing. There’s a monitor in the apartment, they know who’s coming and they can freeze the elevator if it’s someone not allowed. But if you have your own card, you don’t have to call before you come over. Just know if you hit the button and nothing happens, it’s because one of them turned off access.”
“Huh,” he set that aside. He wasn’t trying to crack their security. Only habit made him want to try. “That’s cool. How often are you there?”
“Couple of nights a week usually. Some mornings too. Izzy and I work out together a lot.”
“That’s cool. Hey, why’d you get left behind this time around?”
Read snorted, “Luc doesn’t need me to bodyguard if Jim is going to be right next to him.”
“Right,” he’d forgotten that was technically Read's job, she did so many things. “You’re good with chauffeuring?”
“Oh yeah,” the elevator doors opened and she stepped into the living room, kicking off her shoes. Charlie followed suit. “I like driving and the guy is easy enough. Horrible voice though. I keep putting up the privacy screen so I don’t have to listen to him and he thinks I’m super courteous. I bet I get tipped.”
“Tipped in what?” Izzy asked, coming down the stairs.
“Money, I hope. If it’s blow again, then I’m going to riot,” Read groaned.
“I think that was a one off,” Charlie assured her. “And Jim fired him as a client anyway. Hi, Izzy.”
Izzy didn’t look him in the eye, but he said warmly, “Hello, Charlie.”
“Told you I’d bring him,” Read ran a hand through her hair. “What are we eating?”
“Cassoulet,” Izzy told her. “Set the table.”
“Okay,” she headed into the kitchen. “What’s a cassoulet?”
“Like a classic one?” Charlie asked, taking a step closer.
“Yeah. Duck, sausage, beans and a pork ragu,” Izzy confirmed.
“Hard to make?” Another step and Izzy finally looked up at him, a smile tugging on just one side of his lips.
“Just takes time. Follow the recipe and anything is easy enough.”
“Yeah?” Charlie took another step forward, getting into his personal space. “What if I like going off recipe?”
“Then it’s a good thing you didn’t make dinner,” Izzy’s breath caught ever so slightly. “Are you staying the night?”
“If you’ll have me,” Charlie didn’t move any closer. Not with Read just in the next room and no idea how Izzy wanted to play this. His skin buzzed with the near contact, electrified. “I’ll be here every night if you want me.”
“Better pack a bag then.”
“Do we need spoons?” Read called out.
“Just forks!” Izzy told her.
“I will,” Charlie licked his lips. “Tonight, I guess I’ll just have to sleep in the buff.”
Izzy turned towards the kitchen, but he reached out as he went, a single finger sliding across Charlie’s bare wrist and that had no reason to be nearly as hot as it was.
Dinner could’ve been torture, but Read, oblivious to tension, struck up a conversation about Izzy’s latest woodworking project. Despite himself, Charlie was interested in it too. Not the details, but he liked how Izzy talked about it, describing the little mechanical details of putting together a chest of drawers.
“Wait, did you make the-” Charlie stopped himself before said ‘headboard’. The bed in Lucius and Izzy’s bedroom had an ornate wooden headboard that looked like a rack of blades criss-crossing each other. “The shoe rack by the elevator.”
“One of my first projects,” Izzy confirmed, not acknowledging the lapse.
“Where is this happening?”
“I’ll show you after dinner.”
“Which is amazing, by the way.”
“Yeah,” Read skewered a piece of duck. “I vote for this one to go into rotation.”
“Add it to the doc then,” Izzy ate a bit himself, relishing it.
“There’s a doc?”
“I’ll send you the link. Izzy keeps a whole list of everyone’s favorites. Some of them go into regular rotation for a while. There’s a date list so nothing repeats too often.”
“Oh, that’s okay I don’t want to-”
“More people putting things on there the better. Keeps things interesting,” Izzy cut him off. “Gets boring making the same five or six things.”
“Please, you won’t even make lasagna twice in a month and you know it’s Luc’s favorite,” Read scoffed. "That's why the doc has to be long."
They both helped with the dishes, then Izzy led Charlie through the showy living room to the other side of the stairs. There were a few doors, but Izzy only opened the one at the far end. It was full of shop equipment and smelled pleasantly of wood shavings.
“Wow, that is a lot of power tools,” Charlie turned a slow circle taking it in. “How’d you get into this?”
“Like working with my hands,” Izzy picked up something that must’ve fallen to the floor, which meant Charlie got to admire the pull of his jeans over his ass. It stoked the fire in his belly as he waited for his time to strike.
They wound up in the upstairs living room, each of them on a different couch as they shot the shit. Occasionally, Charlie would catch Izzy looking at him and he’d spread his legs a little or make a point of skimming his hand over his thigh. Drawing the eye.
Eventually, Read’s phone dinged and she drew it out eagerly.
“Anne’s coming home,” she beamed. “She’s kind of tired.”
“Made her a plate, it’s in the fridge. Take it down to her.”
“You’re the best,” Read bounced off the couch. “See you tomorrow, Charlie.”
“See you.”
They both went silent, listening as she descended the stairs, crossed the downstairs living room and hit the elevator button. The chime of it’s arrival drew Charlie up. The final ‘snick’ closure of the door put him on his feet. Izzy watched him as he crossed the floor then sank to his knees in front of him.
“Charlie...”
“I tested clean two weeks ago, haven’t touched anyone else since.” He set his chin on Izzy’s knee. “I’ve been thinking about sucking your dick for four weeks before that. Please. Let me.”
Izzy exhaled harshly, the sound cracking through the air. He spread his legs,
“You don’t have to.”
“I told you, I want to. Very badly.”
He got his hands on Izzy’s jeans, unbuttoning them and bringing down the zipper. All the finesse he learned over the last few years went out the window. He’d only had one hour with Izzy before. A taste with limited choices. It had stoked a hunger in him that couldn’t be easily he sated.
Pulling down Izzy’s pants and underwear just far enough to reveal his cock was a good start. He was soft though starting to stir now. Charlie set his hands on Izzy’s thick hard thighs and tugged him forward. Izzy went with a huff, one hand sliding through Charlie’s hair.
Charlie bent down and took Izzy into his mouth all the way to the root. He let the weight of his cock settle against his tongue. He didn’t taste any different than any other reasonably clean guy, a hint of sweat and skin, but Charlie would know him now. He sucked slowly, the lengthening, hardening flesh better than any meal.
Izzy groaned, cupping the back of Charlie’s head gently. He pulled off just enough to say,
“I want you to fuck my mouth. But don’t come yet, okay? Unless you can go twice in a night?”
“Not in a long time,” Izzy huffed. “But I can last as long as you need me too.”
“Don’t say that,” Charlie grinned, then gave the head of his cock a playful lick, searching for the sensitive spot that made most guys twitch. Izzy was no exception and he grunted a little too, the sound gloriously loud in Charlie’s ears. “Might use you all night.”
“I don’t have to do jack shit in the morning. Whatever you want, Charlie. It’s yours.”
There was no response to that, but to get back to work. Charlie swallowed down around him and after a few long slow bobs up and down, Izzy’s grip did tighten a little on the back of his head and his hips thrust up tentatively. Moaning around him, Charlie spurred him on.
It never got frantic or harsh, but Izzy hadn’t been lying about lasting. He used Charlie’s mouth for long languid minutes, the pace sometimes glacial, then speeding up out of nowhere so that Charlie almost choked. Just before Charlie could tap out though, Izzy would slow, pull out almost entirely and give him a second to catch his breath.
It was torture. It was hypnotic. When Izzy pulled out entirely, Charlie protested the loss with a whine.
“You asked me not to come,” Izzy reminded him, amused.
“Yeah, I...” Charlie shouldn’t be dazed. He’d had plenty of guys, some of them objectively hotter than Izzy. And yet.
“Come up here and kiss me while you figure out what you want,” Izzy suggested and Charlie was off the ground like a shot.
He straddled Izzy’s lap, and gave himself over to a messy deep kiss. It was only when Izzy put a hand down on his thigh and winced that Charlie realized he was still fully dressed and Izzy’s cock was still out.
“Fuck, sorry,” he laughed helplessly. “I’m usually way better than this.”
“I fucking hope not or I might not survive,” Izzy snorted. “Listen, you want to keep it between us tonight?”
“Uh..yeah?” Charlie had been reaching for the hem of his shirt, but stopped midway. “What’s the other option?"
“Get up and I’ll show you.”
He got up reluctantly, and completed taking off shirt, mostly just to show off. Izzy watched him hungrily and reached out to draw hand down his chest. Charlie watched him, each catch of a callous on his skin a fresh delight.
“I know you sit at a desk most of the day. How are you keeping this up?”
“I wake up early,” Charlie purred. “What were you going to show me?”
Izzy did his jeans back up and led Charlie back to the his bedroom. The room was just as impressive as it had been the first time. It was large, but not cavernous. To the right there were doors to closets and a bathroom that he’d only seen long enough to splash water on his face before. To the left were more windows, an entire open skyline. There was a cluster of chairs pulled close to them, an empty mug still sitting on the side table. Izzy must take his coffee there when the rooftop was inhospitable.
The bed was the focal point, demanding attention even against the backdrop of the entire city. It was massive with its elaborate headboard towering almost to the ceiling. It was dressed in a thick comforter in a gray on blue pattern of Xs to match the headboard and pillows that could be mattresses into themselves.
Izzy walked around it and to his bedside table. He must’ve made those too, Charlie realized, the elegant flow of them a match to the other pieces. With a quick rustle, Izzy pulled something free and turned to Charlie to show him.
A remote.
“Uh, for a vibrator?” he guessed.
“Got that too somewhere. But no.” He pressed a button and there was a ‘click’ in the ceiling.
A panel came down and a camera poked out like a tongue sticking out from the mouth.
“What the fuck?” Charlie ignored Izzy’s protesting noise to stand on the bed and examine it. “This is a really good model. Like not for security tapes.”
“No shit,” Izzy smacked him on the ass. “Get down here.”
Charlie dropped back with a laugh, spread eagle over the bedspread, “Explain.”
“Sometimes when Lucius is away,” Izzy glanced up at the camera, “he likes to see how I’m taking care of myself.”
“Oh...oh shit, really?” Charlie’s laughter died away. “You make him sex tapes?”
“They can be. But his phone gets a notification when I turn it on, so he can watch live if he’s somewhere that he can. Otherwise, it records and he watches later.”
“That is...really fucking hot,” he stared up at the glassy eye. He remembered the sensation of Lucius’ eyes on him as he’d rutted against Izzy that night. How he’d come for the first time as soon as he’d heard Lucius draw his zipper down.
“Up to you,” Izzy waggled the remote at him.
“Would he be mad if we didn’t?”
“No,” Izzy said with total confidence. “We discussed it before he left. It’s up to you. But if we never do it while he’s away, be prepared for him to ask you a lot of questions about what we got up to. Hell, he’ll probably do that anyway.”
“Yeah, he does like a thorough interrogation,” Charlie licked his lips and decided, “Tomorrow. I want to turn it on tomorrow night. Tonight is just for us.”
Izzy touched the button again and the camera folded away. Then he tossed it on the end table and reached for his own shirt, drawing it up and over his head.
“Whatever you want.”
“Nudity right this second.”
Izzy had a fucking fantastic body and Charlie, cooled down by their interlude, took his time mapping it thoroughly. For his part, Izzy seemed content to lay back and let Charlie explore with fingers and tongue. There were interesting tattoos and scars, stories for another day.
Eventually he made his way to Izzy’s ear, nipping at his earlobe.
“I want you to finger me until I cry.”
“Do you cry over getting fingered?” Izzy ran his hand up Charlie’s thigh.
“I haven’t yet, but I bet you’re the man to make it happen.”
Izzy flipped them with a single shove of his hips and an arm movement that Charlie didn’t catch. He grinned up at him, wrapped a leg around Izzy’s waist.
“You’re dangerous,” Izzy determined then reached over to the night stand and dug out a bottle of lube. It was Charlie’s favorite brand.
“You always use that?” He wouldn’t put it past Lucius to do that kind of research.
“Mm, Luc’s favorite.”
It was stupid to have a warm feeling over that, but Charlie was already feeling like his brain had dribbled out of his ears, so he let it happen.
Izzy grabbed one of the ridiculously huge pillows and shoved it under Charlie’s hips, then he dragged Charlie closer, draping his legs over his shoulders. It was exposed. Vulnerable. Charlie was already so hard that his cock was tapping against his belly in an urgent rhythm.
With one thumb, Izzy drew lazy circles over the sensitive ring of muscle and Charlie spread himself a little wider. The pad of his thumb pushed in slowly and Charlie groaned like he was being murdered.
“Noticed you were noisy last time,” Izzy pressed a kiss to the inside of Charlie’s thigh. His beard rasped against sensitive skin.
“You haven’t heard anything yet. I was trying to be polite.”
“Fucking hell, why?”
“Mmm, decorum or some shit. I don’t fucking care now, wring it out of me.”
It turned out that Charlie’s instincts were right. Izzy’s fingers weren’t particularly long, but he used them well. With two, Charlie was a groaning mess and when he came back with three, he was ratcheting his way up to one continuous breathy moan.
Izzy laid a hand over Charlie’s cock, pinning it down and drawing up his balls so he could get an even better angle.
“Another?” Izzy asked.
“Fuck...yes....please.”
The third finger undid him, Izzy’s casual stroking of his cock, thumbing over his balls and languidly nailing his prostate over and over was earthshaking. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes as he rolled his head against the mattress.
“Fuck me!” He demanded and he didn’t have to ask twice.
Izzy bent over him, withdrawing his hand and wiping it off on his discarded t-shirt. He reached for the lube again.
“How much can you take?” Izzy wondered as he stroked a wet hand over his dick. “Before you get sore.”
“I fucking love being sore,” Charlie watched him, already planning to do this for him next time. Or maybe next time Izzy would let him top. That’d be hot as fuck. “Just give it all to me.”
Like with the blowjob, Izzy didn’t just take what he wanted. He strung it out and Charlie, despite thinking he was on the ragged edge, got strung out too. Izzy gave it to him slowly, rubbing at just the head of Charlie’s cock as he pushed in. Then he moved with purpose, pulling out almost to the tip before pushing all the way back in. Charlie’s hands fisted into the comforter and he rocked back against each thrust.
Sometime the pace would pick up and Charlie would thrust into Izzy’s hand, certain he was about to come and then just on the edge, Izzy would back off again, return to those slow through strokes.
“Ooooh fuck,” he moaned after the third time. “Izzy...Izzy please....”
“Please what, baby?” He murmured, gentle as anything. “What do you want?”
“I wanna come,” he sobbed. “Want to take you with me.”
“So soon?” came a teasing tone.
“Please...please I’ll last longer next time if you want. I’ll be good.”
“You’re already good, Charlie,” Izzy kissed his knee, his thigh. “And now you’re going to come for me.”
Izzy started up a steady pace at last, jerking Charlie's cock in time to his thrusts and Charlie full on wailed. He came hard and he was distantly aware of Izzy’s own deep groan.
Dazed, Charlie went limp and stared blankly up at the ceiling as Izzy retreated enough let his legs flop back down. When Izzy got off the bed, he made a sound of protest, then winced at his own neediness.
“I’ll be right back,” Izzy assured him.
He did return with something warm and wet that he used to clean Charlie up and then turned on himself, before tossing it into the hamper and lay down beside him. Charlie rolled onto his side so he could bury his face against Izzy’s shoulder.
“I think I died,” he informed him.
“Pretty lively for a dead guy,” Izzy laughed, and glanced a kiss off Charlie’s hair.
“How are you that good at sex? I mean obviously you could’ve had whoever you wanted, lots of experience and all, but I’ve had guys close to your age who were not that good.”
“Haven’t actually been with that many guys,” Izzy ran a hand down Charlie’s back. “You’re the first since Lucius and I started up.”
“What?” Charlie pulled his face away to stare at him. “No. Really?”
“Really. And yes, I’m very aware that Lucius likes to notch the bedpost. Just not my thing.”
“I...” And this was more overwhelming than the orgasm because he had to ask, sounding pathetic to his own ears, “why me then?”
“Don’t know. Just liked you right away. Before we met, actually. Lucius was always telling me about you and the stories made me laugh. Your texts were always funny too. Then he started showing me pictures of you and I knew what he was up to, but I let him do it. I was interested.”
“Fuck and he’d know I would be too,” Charlie realized. “He knows exactly who I like to take home when it’s not for...”
“You don’t have to tell me,” Izzy’s hand came to rest on Charlie’s hip, “but I’ll listen if you want to talk about your job. I get the gist.”
“I like it,” he said quickly. “I’m not traumatized or whatever and it’s not even that often. I’m pretty good at the upfront work, so it usually doesn’t make it that far. Anyway, my point is that Lucius just...matched us. And that doesn’t freak you out?”
“That’s just Luc. If I got upset every time he was insightful, I wouldn’t get anything done.”
“Yeah, I guess.” His attention drifted up to the ceiling. The spot where the camera had come down. “Does he want me too?”
“He knows you want him, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“He’d have to be way dumber than I give him credit for not to know that,” Charlie said ruefully. “He met me before I learned how to be subtle about anything."
"He told me that too."
"Welp, that's embarrassing as hell, thanks. Any way, I like you a lot. And if it’s just you and me and the shining eye in the sky, I’ll still enjoy any time we have together. I mean you just made my head turn inside out, so obviously.”
“I meant it. Pack a bag and stay for as long as you want,” Izzy squeezed his hip. “I can’t speak for Luc, but I figure we’ll know after tomorrow night.”
“Mmm, no pressure.”
“There isn’t,” Izzy drew his hand slowly upwards again, a possessive stroke over Charlie’s stomach and chest, then grasped his chin for a long sweet kiss. He pulled away with a hum of satisfaction. “You’ll be amazing.”
The bed was big, but Charlie curled up close to Izzy when the lights went out. Izzy slept on his stomach, one hand under the pillow, the other resting lightly on Charlie’s arm. They both fell into a deep sleep.
The next day at work, it was only Jim’s rigorous training on focus that kept Charlie at all on track. Images from the night before kept teasing at the edges of his mind. He went back to his own apartment as soon as he could reasonably leave. Digging through the closet, he pulled out a suitcase.
He packed enough for a week.
Within four days, he was back to pile more into a second bag. While he was at it, he cleaned out his refrigerator and turned down the thermostat. Then he texted Alma that he’d meet her at the restaurant instead of at his place that week.
Living with Izzy was like a dream. The days floated one into another. Charlie would wake early and Izzy started getting up with him, apparently a natural early riser himself. They’d work out, sometimes just the two of them and sometimes with Read, who seemed entirely unconcerned about the fact that Charlie had moved in. If anything, she was pleased to have someone to have sit up competitions with since Izzy wouldn’t indulge their bro-y bullshit.
Breakfast was light and eaten, as Charlie had predicted, on the rooftop as long as the weather was good and in the bedroom when it wasn’t. Sometimes they fooled around in the shower, but usually Izzy was all business, making sure Charlie had what he needed for the day and then sending him off. At work, Charlie found his focus and handled all the usual crises pretty damn well if he said so himself. And he didn’t even have to. Jim sent steady status requests and replied to his rundowns with thumbs up emojis each time.
From Lucius there was silence. At work anyway. At night, after a leisurely dinner, Izzy and Charlie would turn on the camera and enjoy each other. Sometimes immediately, sometimes hours later, Izzy’s phone would rumble and there would be texts from Lucius. He never showed them to Charlie, only smirked and relayed,
“He liked the angle of that one.” or “He’s impressed by how far back you got your knee.”
It was frustrating and hot and dizzying.
Charlie wanted to know. He wanted to hear Lucius’ voice. He hadn’t gone this long without it since they’d met at the bar.
But he had Izzy’s voice which was different, but just as good. Izzy wasn’t as varied in his praise, didn’t lavish on compliments, but he was also freer with the few things he did offer. Charlie didn’t have to complete amazing feats to get at ‘you’re doing well’ or a ‘that’s perfect’. Izzy said it when Charlie was just futzing around in the shower in the morning or brought Izzy a cup of coffee. It was heady in it’s own way.
The month went by and one morning, so early even Charlie wasn’t used to being awake, he was roused by the featherlight touch of fingers stroking from his shoulder down to the naked swell of his ass. Goosebumps broke over him. He could hear Izzy’s deep breathing on his right. The hand was coming from the left.
“Lucius,” he murmured. “You’re back.”
“I took an earlier flight,” Lucius went on with the light touch, tripping back up Charlie’s spine. “We finished and I had no more interest in Prague, I must tell you. Beautiful city, but I was thoroughly sick of it.”
“Welcome back,” Charlie turned onto his back to see him. In the grimy dawn light, Lucius was washed into grays. He sat on the edge of the bed, still fully dressed, except for his shoes. The metal of his watch was cool where it brushed over Charlie’s skin. The touching went on from shoulder to chest then skirting down his stomach.
“I watched you two in the airplane bathroom,” Lucius told him in the same tone he used to dictate reports. One finger touched the root of Charlie’s cock, which was quickly waking up along with Charlie, and dragged upwards. “From a few nights ago. You know how to use this thing, don’t you?”
“You know I do,” Charlie lay very still. Years of want were piling down on him like a train stopped too quickly, cars crashing one into the other. Cataclysmic.
“But I think you take it even better,” Lucius’ watch kissed the head of Charlie’s cock, a little shock of cold. “Izzy’s gotten to enjoy you to his heart's desire. It’s my turn now.”
“Yes, Lucius,” Charlie shivered. He’d been under the covers, he realized. How long had Lucius sat here, peeling away the blankets to get at what he wanted without waking him?
“Come here.” Lucius reached for him and Charlie went into his arms.
He was kissed then, gently, one hand on the small of his back. A hum of satisfaction, then the tip of Lucius’ tongue traced over Charlie’s bottom lip. His hand dipped down, massaging over Charlie’s crack and he moaned for it.
“Quiet,” Lucius said in a hush. “You tired my man out last night and you won’t wake him now.”
“He tired me out too,” Charlie pointed out, but he dropped his voice to just above a whisper. “When did you see that?”
“On the car ride home. Bless privacy screens,” Lucius kissed Charlie’s neck, a hint of teeth there. Then an actual bite to his shoulder and Charlie had inhale sharply so he would moan again. “I bet your still open from it.”
Those clever fingers that Charlie had watched sketch, text and mix liquor for years dipped down and pushed dry into him. He was sore from last night, another one of Izzy’s marathon session, and the pain/pleasure mix of it had him all the way to hard.
“Look at you,” Lucius murmured, “you want it so badly, don’t you?”
“Yes...yes...please.”
“Another time I might make you work for it, but not today.” Lucius shoved his fingers in deeper and Charlie brought up his own hand to muffle his cry. “That’s it, my clever one. Very good. I have lube in my front pocket. If you get it out, you can have it.”
Charlie scrambled, each movement impaling him further on Lucius’ hand. His pocket was tight to his body the way he was sitting and it took Charlie long moments between that and the shocky jolts of pleasure to draw out the sachet. He held it up triumphantly and Lucius took it from him. He tore open with his teeth.
“Get me out while you’re down there.”
He leaned back a little this time and Charlie sucked in a harsh breath before working at Lucius’ fly. He couldn’t be as rough as he was on Izzy’s clothes. Lucius had a thing about his fashion and he wouldn’t appreciate an accidental tear. As if it was an afterthought, Lucius started to slowly fuck his fingers in and out of him as Charlie worked. When at last he’d gotten the fly down, he discovered that Lucius had apparently flown across the world without underwear on. Also, he shaved.
Charlie’s mouth watered.
“Not right now,” Lucius said amused. “But I’ve seen how much you like it. Wait until I get you up on that roof on a warm day. You can suck me off for as long as you want.”
This might happen again?
“I look forward to it,” he said blankly, already imagining it. Dimly, he was aware of Lucius’ pulling out and then pushing in again with far more ease, the lube almost as cold as the watch. “Fuuuck.”
“Sorry, sweet one, I’ll warm it for you next time,” Lucius said with sympathy. “But I’m in a rush to have you. Turn around now.”
Charlie went where Lucius wanted him. He straddled his thighs, back pressed to Lucius’ chest. His legs were spread wide, but he was able to rest his head against Lucius’s shoulder.
“Kiss me?” he asked, trying to sound smooth instead of desperate. Not sure he managed.
“How does anyone say no to that?” Lucius smiled. “You are the reason the word 'winsome' was invented.”
And then Lucius did kiss him, wrapping an arm around Charlie’s chest to hold him in place. Lost in the kiss, Charlie missed how he aligned himself and just as Lucius slid his tongue into Charlie's mouth, he also impaled him on his cock and swallowed down his moan.
The position was intoxicating. Charlie could barely move, held in place by Lucius’ startlingly strong arms and legs spread too wide to gain leverage. It gave Lucius endless ability to grope him, and he took advantage, doing as through an assessment of Charlie’s body as Charlie had done of Izzy’s that first night.
“And these...”Lucius ran a thumb over Charlie’s left nipple. “They look so sensitive.”
“They are,” Charlie gasped as Lucius gave him a hard thrust.
“Mm, so how does this feel?” Lucius pinched the little pink bud and Charlie’s hips stuttered into the unfeeling air, seeking friction where none existed.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered. He wasn’t supposed to make noise. He had to be quiet. Lucius pinched again, longer this time and Charlie bit down on his lip.
“Trying so hard,” Lucius praised, only a little mocking at the edges. “Look at that pretty dick of yours. Just wants to be touched doesn’t it? Have you thought about my hand on your cock before Charlie?”
“So many times,” he admitted.
“Mmm, at work even?”
“Sometimes...”
“Naughty,” Lucius chuckled low and his hand moved to Charlie’s other nipple. Gave it a hard flick that made Charlie instinctively try to escape. But Lucius had him in his grip now. “But I’ll keep it in mind. For very boring meetings.”
“Yeah?” Charlie licked his lips. Lucius started fucking him again in earnest, steady hard strokes.
“Oh yes. Especially one of those webcam calls. A whole desk to hide under,” Lucius licked a stripe up Charlie’s neck. “But for now, I want your hands on my knees and I want you to show me some of that stamina you built up with my man.”
Charlie obeyed. Lucius’ grip fell to his hips, adjusting minutely and the whatever Charlie thought was happening before dropped away. That had been Lucius toying with him. This was Lucius actually fucking. The pounding was fierce and steady as a metronome. It nailed his prostate with terrifying accuracy. Each thrust made his eyes roll back and he couldn’t have jerked himself off even if he wanted to. He was shaking and all of his spare attention was just on keeping quiet.
“Poor thing,” Lucius said when Charlie was getting sore enough that pleasure was tipping into pain. “Let me help you.”
One hand went over his mouth, firm and snug. The other, at last thank fuck, went around his cock. There was no tugging, just a firm hold and then somehow, impossibly Lucius found another gear, pounding into him. Charlie came with a scream, but it was almost entirely muffled by Lucius’ hand on him. He held himself up, but barely, keeping his position as Lucius thrust a few more times and came with a stuttering sigh.
“Lucius,” Charlie said to the carpet, barely hanging on. “Holy shit.”
“Mm, agreed,” came a fucked out laugh and he was hauled back up, limp a rag doll. Lucius kissed his shoulder, his neck, his cheek in a rain of affection. “Too much?”
“No,” Charlie echoed his laugh. “I think for the first time in my life, exactly enough.”
“Should I be offended?” Izzy grumbled. He had rolled to face them at some point and his hand was on Lucius’ back.
“I meant between the two of you,” Charlie snorted. “I am sore as hell now though. Anyone else wants to ride this ride and it’s a twenty-four hour holding period.”
“We’ll just have to use Iz,” Lucius decided, reaching out his unlubed hand to caress his husband’s face. “Sorry to wake you, darling.”
“No, you’re not,” Izzy captured his hand and kissed the palm. “But I’m too happy that you’re home to care.”
“Happy to be here. For many reasons, but right now if I don’t sleep I won’t be responsible for my actions. Darling, will you take care of the mess I’ve made of Charlie?”
“Of course.”
Charlie got a last kiss, a pat on the ass and then was sent to the bathroom to be gently washed down in the shower by a very attentive Izzy.
“I think he wants me,” Charlie told him as Izzy turned the spray on both of them.
“Yeah, confirmed,” Izzy laughed.
“But for how long?”
“A week, a month, a year, forever?” Izzy shrugged. “You think I don’t ask myself that sometimes? All you can do is hold on.”
With a sigh, Charlie slipped his arms around Izzy’s waist and did just that. The hot water pounded down around them both. They get out eventually, dress for the day. It was Saturday. No urgency to follow. Charlie would eat breakfast with Izzy on the rooftop. Eventually, the beautiful monster they both loved would unfurl his wings again and they would see where the day would take them.
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My head was pounding so hard, that I tried to stretch myself out but a weight on my waist was holding me down. My mattress felt harder than ever, it even had a heartbeat. It took me a minute to realize that I was lying to someone and that someone was my husband.
I stoop up in shock, I looked down to see what I was wearing. My pajamas were intact, I had no bruises, hickeys, and what so ever on my body. I looked back at the bed to meet Tom’s tired eyes.
“Good morning, love,” he said with a cocky tone. His voice was tired and it was soothing, I could fall asleep just listening to his morning voice.
“Good? What is good about this morning?” I shouted at him, I didn’t even know I had it in me; It was only 9 a.m. He didn’t even flinch, he found it quite amusing actually. He found it so funny that he started laughing, which made me even angrier.
“C’mon darling. This is what married couples do. They sleep in the same bed.” Darling, the pet name he called everyone, even his hookers. I couldn’t feel loved by him. He treated everyone the same way, how could I feel special?
“Yes, couples that wanted to marry each other. I never had a say in this so no not all married couples sleep in the same bed. We are the perfect example,” we were not a normal married couple. This was all forced, our love, our marriage. Nothing about it is real. All a made-up plan by two mafia bosses.
“Love, I know that what we have is forced but can we just please make the best out of it,” he pleaded, Tom Holland just pleaded. He did as if he wasn’t a feared boss night and daytime.
“I have to work,” I didn’t want to give him what he wanted. No, I couldn’t. It was too forced.
I went into the bathroom to get ready for the day, brushed my teeth, and took I shower. When I entered the bedroom again Tom was gone.
Walking down the hall, I could hear voices coming from Tom’s office. The words I could hear were appearance, gala, here. Those words fell out of Dom’s mouth. I thought he wanted me and Tom to make an appearance as the new ‘happily’ married couple in the mafia.
Great.
I went to my office and opened my computer, as I was reading my emails. I saw that Adam sent me an email saying that he got a new job but e would still drop by my house but he wasn’t going to work for me anymore.
I was happy for him but I still felt like he just pushed me away. The only thing left to do is the lawyer of the mafia congress. And with me being Tom Holland’s wife, it would be easier to make the meeting happen.
Just when I was thinking about the congress, my phone went off.
Tom: hey, mind dropping by my office real quick?
Y/n: I do mind. Leave me alone.
Tom: it wasn’t a request but a subtle demand.
Y/n: no you come to my office thx
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Tom
I’ve got a stubborn wife. I looked over at my dad and read her message out loud. He started laughing.
“Son, you’re not going to get bored with that one,” he found this funny, amusing even.
“So do we go to her office now or what?” Harrison asked from where he stood, all I did was nod at him. After my signal, my dad, Harrison, and I left my office to go to her office.
Harrison was the first at the door and he didn’t even bother to knock, everyone was too comfortable with Y/n.
She looked up at us and just smirked. A smirk that you could see as a victory. In her eyes she had won this battle, I knew that she was still pissed at the fact that we slept in the same bed at the same time cuddling even though she was petty.
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3rd person
After Harrison busted into Y/n’s office, he went to sit on the couch leaving a place for Dom and Tom to sit at Y/n’s desk.
“What is so important, that you are interrupting me during my work hours?” Y/n asked with a tint of arrogance, she was pissed.
“My dad said that we would have to organize a gala to show everyone how happy we are as a married couple,” Tom told her while keeping eye contact, he wanted to see what emotions she was hiding.
“But we are not happily married,” she had a smug on her face, a smug that could tell someone a whole story.
“I’ll call the organizer and you could chat with them about what you want okay,” Tom totally ignored the fact that she said that they weren’t happy.
With that, they left her office.
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Y/n
I stayed the whole day in my office until a knock stopped me from typing. I ordered the person to come in and I was met with a gorgeous lady. Strawberry blond hair stopped right above her waist. Her waist snatched and skin tanned. A Hollywood smile was what she greeted me with.
“Hi I am Clara Strange, your husband called me to help you organize the gala,” she smiled after she said ‘husband’. Was she one of the many girls he pleased in bed?
“Oh sure,” I responded coldly. I didn’t like her or her relationship with Tom. I wished I was to one who he kissed and pleased and caressed.
Oh no! I was getting jealous of the women he had fucked with. The mane I despised so much was now making me feel all green inside.
She chatted with a high-pitched voice and after a few minutes Tom came into my office without knocking and when Clara saw him, she smirked and smiled at him seductively. I saw their weird exchange.
“Everything going alright?” Tom asked us, while his eyes were on this Clare that sat in front of me.
I didn’t want to respond, not knowing what words would come out of my mouth.
“Yes, Mr. Holland,” Clara said with the same smile from earlier, I just knew that they had a history or they were still hooking up.
After her response and a glimpse of eye contact, he left. And Clara started talking again but this time not about the gala but about them.
“If you’re wondering, yes we did. Greatest sex of my life. He is so-,” I didn’t want to hear another woman talk about how my husband was in bed.
“I didn’t hire you to gush about my husband. Get back to work or I’ll make sure that you will never have this job again,” I threatened her and she did look scared but I thought what I did was quite normal.
You can’t run your mouth about someone’s husband’s bed skills. That was just disrespecting that person.
After that, she just kept looking at her little book with all the information needed for the gala.
When I felt like the gala was good enough, I dismissed her without even looking at her. Clara left my office nor did she say goodbye nor did she look at me. I just had to make sure that she never stepped too close to my husband.
I stood by my office door to see where she was heading. She started walking to his office and was let in by Tom. He looked at her with a sly smile but when he saw me looking at them from afar he just slammed the door shut.
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Tom
After I let Clara in my office, Y/n barged in not even 2 minutes later.
“Clara I thought I was clear enough but I guess that you just don’t listen, do you? Well, I am a woman of my word and as I said your career ended the moment you stepped into this office,” with that Y/n left and Clara stood with her mouth open.
“I am sorry Tommy,” she said hoping that we would still do something after my wife just threatened her about sleeping with me.
“You really gotta use those ears, now get out,” I followed my wife’s lead and made Clare leave our home.
Y/n got jealous?
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good grief it took me over a month to finally finish my hourlies from this year but i did finish them!!!! watercolor on a weird accordion notebook i found in my paper stash. i bought myself some fun sparkly and color changing watercolors on etsy and tested the sparkles out for shiny fuecoco and the “ALEX!!!” panel, so, included a closeup of those at the end so you can see the sparples.
Transcript provided below the cut for people who can’t read my chicken scratch!
6:40 “i need to get an autofeeder”
i am sleeping. my alarm starts beeping, and immediately my cat begins screaming at full volume, leading me to her empty food bowl. Once I put food into the bowl, the scream morphs into eating noises. with a dead-eyed stare, i contemplate this. my father says “good morning!” after a pause, I reply “no, good night”. the munching noises continue through all the final panels.
7:20 “i should enable do not disturb”
i am back asleep. my phone buzzes with a “bzzt”. On the screen is a picture of a bunny and a message that reads “LOL that’s totally my bunny!!”. i put the phone down, thinking “cute”. after a beat, I look back up and my internal monologue says “oh god i said so much stupid stuff in yesterday’s interview. there’s no way i’m getting that job now. aaaauuuugh brain shut UP”. The last panel is a small zoomed out drawing of me upset and screaming aaAAAAaaa
8:40 “undending regrets”
i am still in bed. my phone buzzes with a “bzzt” again. The screen says “interview: thanks for the email! feel free to ask any questions! :) - name”. the last panel is a zoomed in closeup of my upset face, surrounded by my internal scream of “I SAID SO MUCH STUPID STUFF”
9:40 “do it for him”
i am STILL in bed, but annoyed, when my phone buzzes with a “bzzt” again. This time the screen says “bro: hey when do we need to book kirby cafe stuff”. the last panel is me typing furiously on the phone while thinking “yeah I’ll wake up for that”
10-10:30 “too bad about those 530 fuecoco eggs”
I am playing pokemon on my nintendo switch. I say “ah. my whole team is physical attackers, huh”. the screen shows a tinkatuff, a flamigo, and the top of a veluza. The last panel shows a rabsca, with the text “except for the one that sucks, huh.”
10:30-11:15 “cleaning the bathrooms + harrow the ninth”
I am wiping down the counter in a bathroom, wearing headphones. text across the top of the panels reads “...because in those eyes, you were already dead. Your 18th birthday passe-” and is interrupted by me looking up, incredulous, saying “18???” loudly. “HARROW IS 18!? BABIES!!!” I say, while holding cleaning supplies. The last panel is just text that reads “i am absolutely mercymorn.”
11:25 “going for a walk outside!”
the first panel is a drawing of me, all bundled up. there are labels pointing to all of the warm things I am wearing - hat, scarf, hoodie, fingerless gloves, turtleneck. The second panel is me surrounded by people in tshirts. the text says “Forecast: 45F and sunny. I am a californian.”
11:30-12:05 “priorities”
i am walking by the river with my friend and infodumping about my pokemon troubles. I am saying “...and even after like 600 eggs we STILL didn’t hatch any shiny fuecoco”. “oh my god” she replies. “wait.” she says in panel 2, with a consternated look on her face, “so, winning a boss battle with items is “tedious” but spending 10 hours breeding eggs is a fun challenge?” a tiny chibi of me holds up a finger and says “listen.” in the last panel, as though this were any kind of defense.
12:05-12:15 “impeccable timing”
my friend is walking toward her car; we have finished our walk. “lunch at that indian place?” she asks. “yeah! i don’t actually know the address but i’ll google it” i confirm. “ok, see you there!” she says, and then leaves. in the second panel I type “indian” into google maps. in the third panel my phone fucking dies. in the last panel, i stare down at it with a customer service smile, text above my head “r u srs”
12:20 “little white lies”
we’re sitting down at a booth in the indian restaurant (i did finally manage to reboot my phone and get there but that’s another story). My friend is looking around while holding a glass of water. she says “my friend was upset when i said i was checking out this place without her”. “oh no!” i reply, “should we go somewhere else?” my friend waves off my concerns in panel 2 with a “nah, it’s fine. let’s see if it’s as good as she said”. Just then, our food arrives. The third panel is drawings of the food we ordered, with my star ratings and descriptions next to each. they are:
veggie biryani: 1.5 stars. flavorless & wet. veggies good tho
cauliflower pakora: .5 stars. flavorless & dry. somehow worse with the sauces
chicken tikka masala: 3 stars. rice was fine. sauce was fine. spice level ok. best thing we got
garlic naan: 2.5 stars. as crunchy garlic bread, delicious. as naan, useless
panel 4 is a top down view of us contemplating our empty plates. in the last panel, my friend is sweating and thinking hard, and says “when she asks me if it was good i dunno if i’ll be able to lie.” i encourage her “be strong”
1pm “and i get to pet her every day!”
my friend and i have gone to my house. we are knelt down on the floor trying to entice my cat to come closer. i am saying “hey business! wanna come meet my friend?” my friend is making “pss pss pss” noises. business peeks around the corner and cautiously approaches our outstretched hands. as soon as we reach for her, she shrinks away warily though, while my friend says “oh nope ok”. she finally acquiesces to being touched, but is highly suspicious. my friend says “oh! she is SO soft!’ and I reply with “ikr”
2pm “i want a rematch”
we are playing wingspan and tallying points. I have a phone in my hand, using the calculator app. in the first panel I say “so after adding up my birds, eggs, tokens, tucked birds, round points, and bonus cards, my total is-” in panel 2 i squint at my phone. panel 3: “how many points did you have”. my friend says “uhhh 73?” with a shrug. in panel 4 i flip the phone around to reveal that the score in the calculator app is 72. my friend is delighted and surprised in panel 5, saying, “i won?” I scream in outrage “BY ONE POINT”
3pm “jump to recipe”
This is a text heavy comic. in panel one there is a drawing of a vegetable in a strainer in a sink, with the text “my mom & i trade off cooking. today i’m making chinese broccoli!” panel 2 shows me cutting the ends off of the chinese broccoli, with the text “i had a few things i really wanted to learn to make when i took up cooking, & dim sum-style gai lan was near the top of the list”. the last panel says “i’ve now prepared it enough times that i don’t need to look up the recipe anymore!” and the picture shows the ingredients - sliced ginger root, 1 pound gai lan, garlic, enough water to cover the gai lan, 1 tsp baking soda, 2-3 tsp salt
4pm “5 stars!”
I am lounging on the couch, texting someone while my cat is on top of me. “made rin’s cheater chicken soup today!” i text. “oh yeah?” “yeah!” the second panel says “i just subbed the gai lan cooking liquid for the chicken broth, whatever veggies we had in the fridge for the frozen veggies, and pork potstickers for the chicken wontons!” each substitution is accompanied by a little drawing of the intended ingredient and the replacement. the last panel reads “... so you made a completely different recipe.” “yeah i sure fucking did huh”. i stare off into the distance with tears tracking down my smiling face, with a tiny “gomen” next to my head.
5pm “noble snacrifice”
each panel has a caption and small drawing. panel 1: “i overcooked....... the soup.........” with a drawing of a large pot of soup. in the pot there are indistinguishable vegetables, labeled “formerly: baby bok choy. now: mush, sad, unappetizing”. panel 2: “the textures are all wrong....” i am eating the soup with a tearful face, saying “weh”. panel 3: “but business was asleep on my feet & i couldn’t turn off the burner in time...” with a drawing of business asleep and purring
6pm “watching recovery of an mmo junkie”
i am sitting in bed with a laptop on my lap, leaning forward, invested, saying “does sakurai have the brain cell???” in the second panel i am making a victorious pose and shouting “HE DOOO” (fuck yeah!) while the laptop goes flying
7pm “friendship is magic”
i’m still lying in bed on the laptop, when my phone buzzes with another “bzzt”. The notification reads “joltik tagged you in a tweet”. panel 3 is a drawing of a tweet from “edelgard stan 4 lyfe (@tinyjoltiks)” that is just “@jupeboxal” and an image. the image is of a shiny fuecoco, with the text “fuecoco hatched from the egg!” the last panel is a chibi drawing of my overwhelmed and joyfully tearful face, with an enormous “ALEX!!!!” caption
8pm “tOo BaD aBoUt ThOsE 530 fUeCoCo EgGs”
it is a single panel. the panel is a 5 x 11 grid of tiny non-shiny fuecocos as you might see in a box view in pokemon scarlet/violet. There is a text dialogue at the bottom of the panel that says “Would you like to save your progress and start the Surprise Trade?”
9pm “no seriously where can you buy these”
In the first panel I am peering at a bookcase full of notebooks and art supplies, thinking “hmm what should I draw my hourlies on?” in the second panel i am selecting one notebook and thinking “i gotta have some watercolor paper somewhere”. the last panel is me stretching out an accordion watercolor journal with bugged out eyes, thinking “THIS IS SO COOL??? WHERE DID I GET THIS???”
10pm “she never leaves you guessing”
i am in bed again but now I am drawing in the watercolor notebook with little “skitch skitch skitch” sound effects. a large brightly-colored “MOW” yelling bubble appears at the bottom of the panel. the second panel is overlapping MOW” speech bubbles surrounding me, no longer drawing. panel 3 is from my perspective, of the door to my room, where my cat is screaming “MOW” with a hair tie in her mouth. In the last panel, I have put down the notebook and am sitting up saying “ah. it is play time.” while my cat stands demandingly on the bed, having dropped the hair tie in front of me, with a very long loud “MOOOOOOOW!!!” spanning the entire panel in the background
11pm “it’s something”
a drawing of the accordion watercolor notebook, unfolded. Outside of the notebook, the text reads “finally working on hourlies!” with sparkles surrounding the word “hourlies”. inside the notebook there is a sketchy drawing of the first comic, the one from 6:40. the next page of the notebook says “...hourly”. the next page says “i did one.” the next page has a drawing of the “it’s something” rage comic person, and the page after that says “it’s something.”
#comics#hourly comic day#hourlies#comic#sequential#cats#cat#watercolor#traditional art#watercolors#pokemon#fuecoco
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Independently of Anon 2#, I have also been dealing with the night calls. Your Strawberry
Night active
They sat on the sofa and he held her in his arms. Her head rested on his chest and he caressed her as they talked. Like every evening, they told each other what they had experienced during the day. He wanted to know what she had thought, felt, heard and seen. But for a while she had become quiet and listened more than she spoke. Then he felt her yawn and looked at the clock. "What time is it?" she asked quietly. "Almost two o'clock," he answered her. "Let's go to bed," she begged, "I'm tired."
Although he was not tired, he complied with her request. He knew she needed her sleep. After they had finished getting ready and were in their beds, she turned to him again. "Try to sleep and not be on your mobile phones all night again. I don't want to hear from you again in the morning that you look like my father," she tried to joke. Since he gave her no answer - no answer was an answer too - she sighed and leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Good night," she said softly.
As he often did, he lay awake beside her, a thousand thoughts running through his head at once. When it is quiet, thoughts are deeper and he felt that in the night you saw things that the day did not show you. After listening to her steady breathing for a while and being sure she was asleep, he reached for his phone and checked his texts, emails and messengers. Within minutes he was completely engrossed and didn't notice how it was getting later and later.
One message was so interesting that he started a lively exchange with the sender. But after a short while, he realised that texting back and forth was taking him too long. In order not to wake his wife, he got up quietly and went to the window. Then he dialled the number of his writing partner to discuss the issue directly. When he had the latter on the mobile phone, the first thing he explained was that he would have to speak a little more quietly so as not to wake his sleeping wife. His counterpart laughed.
When they were almost done with their exchange of ideas, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Cautiously, he turned towards the bed and his hunch was confirmed. His wife sat up and flicked on the bedside lamp. He blinked and then took note of her reproving look. Quickly he wrapped up the conversation and hung up.
With an apologetic look, he returned to the bed and placed the mobile phone on the bedside cabinet. "You really are impossible," she chided him. "Do you ever think about the fact that your fellow human beings need their sleep? And I don't just mean me." Contrite, he lay down in bed. "They do react," he defended himself. She shook her head in resignation. "They're afraid of your wrath if they don't respond." "Maybe so," he admitted, and not wanting to discuss it further, he pulled her into his arms.
"I'm sorry I woke you," he tried to soothe her anger and pulled her head to his chest. Then he started stroking her, knowing it calmed her. "I know you're trying to distract me," he heard her say. "Is it working?" he asked mischievously. A giggle escaped her throat and he leaned over her to kiss her. He felt her move towards him and return his kiss passionately. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked after a while. She moaned. "Don't you dare," came from her and she pulled him against her again. Both their passions were inflamed and neither thought of sleep at the moment.
After they had made love, he whispered to her. "Now I'm tired and I can sleep." She snuggled closer to him and after a short time was asleep too.
Hellooo sweet 🍓! ❤️
Hahaha Emmanuel complaining that he looks like Brigitte’s father lol
Hahaha good luck for Emmanuel that Brigitte knows him, otherwise, a late night call by the window could look very suspicious... 🤭
But hey, since they were both awaken then, it was definitely a good choice to make some good out of it 😛😈 And actually get Emmanuel tired enough to sleep hahaha
Thank you so much, Strawberry! ❤️❤️❤️
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Hidden Behind a Smile (JIN) CH3 - The Ticket
It's been three months since I first met J. Almost every day now he'll come into the store and buy something, or just chat at the register. I've noticed he usually comes in at the beginning of my shifts, around 6:00 am. It's pretty quiet in the shop at that time. Most people are still asleep. I wonder what his job is for him to be up that early...
When he comes in today, I was restocking the banana milk while listening to BTS' new album, Love Yourself 'Answer' . Right as I was getting into Epiphany, he barged in.
"Nice singing there" He giggled.
"Hey! Who said you were allowed in." I pouted, "My singing is just fine. Not that you would appreciate good singing anyways."
"What do you mean? Are you calling me a bad singer?" He taunted.
"Yes. I bet you are."
Smirking to myself, I took the empty boxes into the back room. When I came out he was still there, standing around awkwardly.
"So, why are you here today?"
"I just uh, wanted to chat." He replied.
A light pink tints his face as he says it. I grin, "Don't tell me. Are you still embarrassed that you lost to me in Uno last week?"
"No! You probably cheated... It's all about luck anyway." He paused, looking over the shelves, "So... you like BTS?"
"What's it to you?"
"Well, you were listening to their new album. I'm just curious."
"Are you an Army too?" I question.
"Something like that. Who's your bias?"
"Oooohhhh of course Jin. He's my ultimate bias. He's so perfect,.." I gush.
"It sounds like you really like him."
"I do.. I hope I get to meet him one day!"
"You haven't yet?" He asks.
"Well, I mean.. kinda." I thought, "One time he came in here to buy something. He left a large tip too, it was surprising. However I was too embarrassed to get a good look at him"
"Embarrassed?"
JIN POV:
"Embarrassed?" I asked.
"Well, I was distracted looking through twitter on my phone. I didn't even realize someone was there! He was probably waiting a while before asking if I was open... He was super polite about it I just- .." She sighed, "I just thought my first time meeting him would be more special."
I thought it was cute. I smile sympathetically before she continues, "But I'm not gonna count that! I'm saving up, and hopefully soon I can afford to go to a fan meet! Then I can meet him properly, and talk to him, and OH! Have you seen those photos of them holding their fans' hands? Gosh, I would FAINT!" She rambles.
Even though my mask was covering my face, I felt myself blush bright red. When I first came in here, I noticed her immediately. She seemed so beautiful, but not in a way like magazines or models. It takes you a second. The more I look at her the more I see it, her sparkly eyes, her soft hair, everything about her screams comfort. She seems like the type of person you can really lean on when you're having a hard time. And that is beautiful to me.
"Yeah, well I hope you get to meet him" I gulp.
Before she can respond, I rush out of the store, nervous that she'll notice how flustered I am.
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Back at work, I'm distracted by thinking how I can get her in to the fan meet. There's one coming up, but the announcement doesn't go out until tonight.
I stumble through the door to my manager's office, nervous about my ask. He's sitting at his desk and typing something on his computer.
"Um... Manager," I start.
"Yes, Jin?" He replies, eyes still on the screen.
"So, about the fan meet coming up..."
"Mhm?" He says.
"Would it maybe be possible to get tickets for someone?" I ask, looking down at my hands.
"Yeah, why?"
"Really?"
"Do you plan on inviting a family member? We can send them an invite-"
"No no no! I want to invite a friend!" I interrupt.
"Okay, what is their name and email address?"
"Actually, I was thinking I could give it to them.., I just need the ticket."
"Why didn't you just say that?" He laughs.
He stands from the desk and walks out of the office. After talking with some people, he gets the ticket and hands it to me, "Here you go, Jin. I'm happy you're making friends."
"Thank you so much! I really appreciate it!" I take the ticket and bow before rushing back to the practice room.
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The next day, I run in to the convenience store. Looking around, I find Y/N stocking the shelves.
"Y/N!! Y/N!!!!!" I yell through the aisles.
"Yeah yeah, I'm here. What do you want, J?"
"I have a gift for you!!" I cheered.
She perked up at that, "What is it?"
I pull the ticket out of my pocket and hold it up, "TA DA!! I got you a ticket to the fan meet!"
#bts#bts army#bts fanfic#bts fic#bts x reader#hoseok#jimin#jungkook#namjoon#seokjin#seokjin x y/n#kim seokjin#seokjin imagine#seokjin x you#seokjin x reader#seokjin fanfic#bangtan seokjin#seokjin series#seokjin fluff#jin x you#bts jin#jin#jin x y/n
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Field Trips & Chaos- Crossover chpt.1
Return to File - SPN File - DNA File - BSD File
Recovery date: December 18th, 2020
Description: The Winchesters are contacted by a very tired Japanese government official, trying to deal with a very troublesome case. Meanwhile, a coincidental schedule lands some high schoolers in the wrong place at the wrong time. Will everyone survive?
Notes: This entry has been translated for viewing facility, all bold writing is Japanese.
Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
Word count: 654
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“Oh thank god!” Dean sighed as the plane landed.
“Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad. You were very brave,” Sam laughed condescendingly.
They’d just landed after 16 hours in the air on the way to Narita airport. The flight hadn’t been all that bad though, first class, courtesy of a secret department in the Japanese government. Not that Dean had noticed, he’d been too busy trying not to scream, which Sam had found absolutely hilarious.
A few days ago, they’d received a call from a Japanese government official named Tsujimura who was contacting them on behalf of her boss. She didn’t tell them what department she was from, claiming it technically didn’t exist, and only told them there was a potential world ending threat. Just their kind of thing.
Apparently everyone knew who the Winchesters were if they were even remotely tied to the world of the supernatural.
“So, how do we get to Yoko… Yoko…”
“Yokohama?”
“That’s the place!” Dean snapped his figures, and a few people looked at them funny. Sam just shook his head.
“They got us train tickets, so you don’t have to worry about flying anymore. It’s supposed to be about an hour and a half by train, and they’re going to email the tickets once we get to the station.”
“So, we aren’t on a time limit?”
“I’m sure you can get food at the station,” Sam rolled his eyes, “let’s find it first.”
It took them a while, and Dean mostly whined about hunger the whole time, but they eventually found the JR Narita express. Dean ran off to grab food, while Sam took a seat and emailed Tsujimura about their arrival.
Not even a minute later, the tickets were sent in with a departure time of twenty minutes from then.
“Yo, she get-”
“Come on, we have to find platform four. It leaves in twenty minutes,” Sam said, grabbing his bag and heading off towards the nearest directory.
“Come on,” Dean groaned, shoving the last of his power bar down.
They rushed a little more than necessary, and made it with a few minutes to spare, which Sam used to steal a power bar from Dean.
The platform was slightly busy, and someone was yelling, but they were finally able to sit down and take a break.
They’d gotten little sleep on the plane, with Dean in constant fear and Sam trying to learn basic communication and etiquette, so they were well beyond exhausted. Not to mention the jet lag from flying across the world and the overall ambiguity of their mission.
Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them, he saw Dean slowly nodding off and nudged him.
“Hey, don’t fall asleep yet,” Sam laughed.
“Screw you,” Dean mumbled.
The sound of rattling tracks had the boys standing and getting ready to board.
“Yosh!”
They winced as someone’s yell flooded the tunnel.
“Shut up Bakamura!”
“Ow!”
Sam sighed, “God I hope they don’t board the same cart as us.”
“You and me both. I, for one, would like to sleep.”
They entered the cart and took seats as far back as possible.
“That’s not frowned upon, right?” Dean asked, turning to Sam.
“I don’t think so, from what I could find it’s actually a sign of hard work.”
“Good.”
Closing his eyes, Dean settled in for a short nap knowing Sam would poke him in a half hour so they could switch. It was something they’d decided on during the flight so they wouldn’t miss their stop.
“Remember, keep your voice down.”
“Why are you looking at me!”
“Because your the only one stupid enough to start yelling on a train.”
“Wha-”
“Miyuki, don’t get him started.”
Sam looked up from his phone,over the seat, and frowned.
“Please tell me it’s not-”
“Yup.”
Dean poked his head around the seat to see the rest of the cart.
“Shit.”
#researcher s's recovery#supernatural#bungo stray dogs#ace of the diamond#daiya no ace#field trips and chaos#dean winchester#sam winchester#crack
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Prologue: One night, Annie Tremaine falls asleep listening to the album that got her through her divorce, and has a dream about a Broadway musical, starring her. And in this version of events... everything happens exactly the way she wants it to.
TW for mention of gaslighting
Lights up on the stage. It’s ANNIE in a coffee shop, typing up an email to her soon-to-be ex husband while a guitarist plucks away in the corner. TIGHTS ON MY BOAT:
I hope you die peacefully in your sleep
Just kidding, I hope it hurts like you hurt me
I hope that when you think of me, you can't breathe
I hope you never find a sock to match the other one
Hey, will your dad pay your taxes now that I'm done?
I can promise you're not foolin' anyone
And you can tell the girl who left her tights on my boat
That she can have you now
Yeah, you can tell the girl who left her tights on my boat
That she can have you now
You're gonna get what you got coming to ya
You're gonna get what you got coming to ya
You're gonna get what you got coming to ya
You are, you are
You're gonna get what you got coming to ya
Can't be the first one to ever tell ya
You're gonna get what you got coming to ya
You are, you are
Annie sighs and explains to a curious barista that she isn’t actually going to send the email-- it would get her in trouble, and she’s just trying to express her anger. The barista thinks she should own it-- give him a piece of her mind!
Later, ANNIE attends a party with CHARLIE, where he is popular and charming. ANNIE silently seethes, singing EVERYBODY LOVES YOU. The chorus of partygoers joins in:
Why does everybody love you?
They don't know enough about you
Why does everybody love you?
They don't know the things that I do
Why does everybody love you?
They don't know enough about you
Do they know that I regret you?
Do they know I shouldn't have to?
When they get home, ANNIE confronts CHARLIE in a duet: SLEEP AT NIGHT.
My husband's girlfriend's husband just called me up
How messed up is that?
It's so insane that I have to laugh
But then I think about our two boys trying to become men
There's nothing funny about that
How do you sleep at night?
How do you tell those lies?
Lookin' me in the eye
Livin' a double life
Tell me, how do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?
Finally, she tells CHARLIE she wants a divorce, which CHARLIE counters by trying to convince ANNIE to stay together so that HARLYNNE will still have her father. They fight in another duet, FOR HER:
So dig a little bit deeper
And be whole lot louder
And a lot less guarded
'Cause it takes, it takes
It takes a lotta hard work
To get a whole lot stronger
'Cause it's real tough, girl
Why can't we be together?
Why can't we love for her?
ANNIE calls CHARLIE out for his lies, manipulation, and false promises in the epic act 1 closer, and everyone in the community rallies behind her for GASLIGHTER:
Gaslighter, denier
Doin' anything to get your ass farther
Gaslighter, big timer
Repeating all of the mistakes of your father
Gaslighter, you broke me
You're sorry, but where's my apology?
Gaslighter, you liar
INTERMISSION!
We meet Annie again at her arrival to Swynlake, and she’s already shaking things up, building a movement with her powerful, world changing homeowner’s association, and they are taking on more than just lawns in MARCH MARCH. They are tackling all of the biggest problems of the world!
March, march to my own drum
March, march to my own drum
Hey, hey, I'm an army of one
Oh, I'm an army of one
March, march to my own drum
March, march to my own drum
Hey, hey, I'm an army of one
Oh, I'm an army of one
At the end of her meeting, ANNIE runs into an old friend from school, KEN CARSON. They catch up and sparks fly, and ANNIE flirts in TEXAS MAN:
Everybody wants top market
But I'm a little bit unraveled
Everybody wants the new model
But I'm a little bit more traveled
If you got the strength I do
Then sign me up
If I'm not too much for you
Then sign me up, sign me up
I'm a little bit unraveled, but I'm ready
Uh-huh, uh-huh
And I'm ready
Uh-huh, uh-huh
ANNIE finds herself falling for KEN, but expresses hesitation that her kids may be apprehensive. HARLYNNE, older now, sings a touching reprise of FOR HER:
Stand up, show love
For her, for her
Stand up, show up
For her, for her
Stand up, show love
For her, for her
Stand up, show up
For her, for her
Meanwhile, ANNIE’s friends in town and online followers continue to come to ANNIE for relationship advice. In between lines where she gives them advice, ANNIE and her FOLLOWERS sing JULIANA CALM DOWN, as ANNIE’s struggles help her inspire others:
I guess this is the time to remind you
Sometimes what's going through your head
Is just a temporary situation
And light will soon be shed oh
Just put on, put on, put on your best shoes
And strut the fuck around like you've got nothing to lose
Show off, show off, show off your best moves
And do it with a smile so that no one knows it's
Put on, put on, put on
Years later, it is time for JAXSON to leave for college, and as he asks about his father, ANNIE says goodbye:
You're of me, not mine
Walk your own crooked line
I promise you'll be fine
Take the best parts of him
As your own life begins
Leave the bad news behind you
Young man, take a good look at my life and
Try to understand I've done my best
The best I know how to
And my blues aren't your blues
It's up to you
The show ends there, and then the cast joins ANNIE onstage for bows with another rousing rendition of GASLIGHTER.
Emma’s note: I know this is NOT what this album is about lol but I was thinking about how this album actually came out right before Annie canonically got divorced which I did not intend?? But it actually really makes so much sense?? Like I can see it being very influential for Annie, and I thought it would be funny to imagine how Annie chose to see the events of her life through the lens of an album that is all about divorce.
And I do think Annie probably thinks a lot about how she wished things had gone. So even though this is just her own little personal fantasy, I think it says a lot about her!
#also i hope everyone caught#KEN = TEXAS MAN!#he is a man and his family is from texas???#sure#it works#swyntask
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i am in a storytelling mood and you all will now be forced to listen to it
So back in sophomore year, I had this final project for the end of the year. We had to make a book trailer with a partner, and our book was Patron Saints of Nothing by Randy Ribay. It's about this high schooler who goes to the Philippines to investigate why his cousin died.
Our school was not an art school; it was just a regular public high school, and so we were not expected to draw the whole thing. We were expected to find some videos, or film ourselves acting stuff out, or use Ken Burns effects on stock images in iMovie. My partner certainly thought that using stock images would be a good idea, and she legitimately saw no problem with the original "final product" of our iMovie low budget shitty production.
However, my dumbass was excited, because I liked animating and the plot of the book allowed for some very interesting imagery. I had ideas, oh so many ideas.
I was a fool.
Because the one fatal thing my dumbass forgot to take into consideration was that I was, and still am, a serial procrastinator.
(the trailer is below the cut)
So, after getting pretty much nothing done, midnight arrived on the due date. And I was terrified, but in that "eh it doesn't really matter" kind of terrified way because I was an emotionless husk and couldn't feel any emotions other than “welp”.
I had maybe 10 seconds done of what was roughly supposed to be a 1 minute and 30 second long video.
My English class started at 10:05.
“Well you had 10 hours, Soro-“ NO I DIDNT
because i had to LEAVE for school at 6:30 and i had chemistry, java, and health between 7:30 and 10:00 so i couldn’t do any of my work during those periods.
So I had about 6 hours to make an entire book trailer. Whoop.
I started off well enough with the Gising Na Ph! posts. Except I didn’t start off well at all and I spent at least two of my six hours trying to figure out how hands worked before finally letting go of any honor I had left in my being and just tracing stock images.
Now, my partner had gotten a few good images on her version of the movie, which she’d graciously sent to me so that I could scrap most of it. And I wasn’t intending to use any of them in the slightest, but by this point it was about 2 am, and I figured I should hustle a little bit. I was planning to import her iMovie into my iMovie and take the photos from there. Easy enough, right?
NO
The file got corrupted somehow and I had to reverse image search every single image that I wanted to use by screenshotting them from the movie rather than having the photos themselves. And for some inexplicable reason, I wanted to try to resemble my partner’s movie as closely as possible, which meant using the same photos. Could I have just found different stock photos? Yes. Was I in my right mind at the time? No. Did I even consider trying to find different photos? Not until 5 am.
Now, along with the movie being corrupted, that also meant that my partner’s recorded voice lines were inaccessible to me. That meant I had to record my own. At 5 am.
I have several friends who are very talented voice actors. They live in Britain, so it wasn’t too early for them. They’d already expressed that they were willing to help two weeks prior, back when I thought I wasn’t going to procrastinate. Should I have asked them? Hell fucking yes. Did I? Well, I just so happened to ask the only one of them that wasn’t awake at the time. Luck and reason are on my side, clearly.
5:30 am, I realized that my friend probably wasn’t going to answer on time. And it just so happened that one of my irl friends had woken up, for some ungodly reason like sleeping on time or something. I quite literally begged him to record two voice lines for me, and lo and behold, he actually did it. He sounded deader on the inside than me, but his character just so happened to require being dead inside, so that ended up working out. He recorded the voice lines on Notability. That was pretty funny.
(around 6 am my british friend saw my message and he was like oh shit whoops ill do it now and i had to awkwardly explain to him that i found a replacement. that wasnt a fun conversation to have at 6 am)
6:30 am I was in the car. The movie was almost done; I just needed one final image of Jun and Jay together, and I wasn’t going to find that on Google Images. I drew it during health class. My teacher definitely noticed and was probably pissed.
10:00 am. I actually went into the bathroom stalls during the 5 minute transition period between classes, pulled out my headphones, and listened to the whole thing just to check it over. (I’m overly paranoid about how loud my voice is in recordings due to a certain incident that won’t be explained in this post) It sounded fine. Everything was fine. It was all good.
10:05 am, English started. A few other groups went before me. I was ready to present. I had the movie open on my iPad, and I was resigned to my fate. I tried my hardest, somehow. That was enough. My partner hadn’t gotten to check over my movie at all, so she had no idea what was about to happen. That was fine.
11:00 am. Class...ended?
waiit shit that isn’t right. i spent all night working on that movie trailer and i didnt get to present it???
WELL, as it turns out, my AirPlay wasn’t working or something and the method of sharing to Google Drive was apparently too time-consuming, so I had to present the next day. A whole nother 24 hours, just handed to me like that. I could do anything I wanted with the movie in that period of time.
What the fuck.
“So you definitely removed the stock photos and made your movie even better in that time, right, Soro?” oh FUCK no dude i got home at 3, yelled to my friends for an hour about how mad I was, and then fell asleep at 4 pm and didn’t wake up until 6:00 am.
I presented this movie the next day.
I got an A+.
#the moral of the story is that i am a terrible partner#i never did get to know what my partner thought of the movie#she actually emailed me while i was asleep and was like ‘hey can i like. see the movie’#i emailed it to her and she never responded#the voices are edited obviously#i sure do wonder which voice is mine#im sick right now and it’s 11 pm but i cant sleep so i wrote this#ill hide most of it under a ‘read more’ cut once i get off mobile#long post#storytime with soro#this shit is the only exciting stuff that happens to me#its all school related#the background music is from how to eat life/inochi no tabekata by eve#soro's art
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remember.
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pairing: rintaro suna x female reader.
genre: yandere, dark, light romance. // one shot, 4k words.
synopsis: abusive relationships can seem impossible to leave. when you open up to a classmate, your life takes a dramatic turn in the best and worst ways imaginable.
content warnings: assault, domestic abuse (not from suna), descriptions of violence, yandere themes.
----♡----
“hey, kid.” suna’s voice caught your attention as you passed by him in the university corridor. he was quiet, only speaking loud enough for you to hear right as you were walking by.
“hey, rintaro.” you stopped for a moment, refusing to look up at the tall man towering over you.
“i haven’t seen you in a while. everything okay?” he leaned against the wall and clutched a textbook to his chest. “you haven’t even been to class. kinda been missing my project partner.”
“you got my work though, right?” you asked him, partially covering your face with your hair. “i emailed it to you.”
“i did.”
“okay… good.” you cleared your throat, awkwardly shuffling and offering a suspiciously sudden goodbye.
“hey, wait-" suna grabbed your wrist to keep you from leaving. the small amount of pressure more than enough on your deep bruise to make you wince.
suna noticed your pained expression and immediately let go, stepping back.
“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt you. i just wanted to ask you if-“
“it’s okay!” you interrupted, knowing you’d already spoken to him for too long. you needed to get out of there before anyone noticed. “you didn’t hurt me. sorry, i have to go. bye!”
your behaviour was erratic. your speech was rushed; forced and strained with every word as you tried your best to appear normal.
unfortunately it was much harder to pretend everything was okay than you’d originally thought it’d be.
you quickly turned and headed down the hallway to drop off the assignments to your other professor. the last one you’d have to see for the day before heading home. you were almost there. so close you might not even run into him.
you’d hoped, anyway.
----♡----
after seeing your professor, you walked out into the fresh evening air. the cold stinging your cheeks and the wind pushing your hair out of your face.
your cheeks burned from the freezing air, but it was your black eye was that hurt the most.
“i’m sorry, i just lost my temper.” his words echoed in your head, “you shouldn’t have pissed me off.”
you nodded, essentially agreeing with him. it’s true, if he didn’t get mad, he wouldn’t have hit you. and why was he mad? because of something you did. so really, it was your own fault.
you were the one apologizing to him that night. doing anything you could to make it up to him. all of this with a deep purple bruise forming on your face.
when he finally left your dorm and went back to his, you were mentally exhausted. you fell asleep and woke up right before your second class of the day.
he had started forcing you to miss classes, to do everything at home and only go in to submit your work. this was for two reasons.
the first, you could spend more time with him due to your schedules. if yours was freed then you’d have more time together.
the second was to stop you from talking to other men. completely.
...and then he found out suna was your lab partner.
“i don’t want you working with him.”
“i have to. the professor is the one who chooses.”
“then work from home and submit the stuff online. that guy is a manipulator. he’s dangerous and will take advantage of you. i just know it.”
you’d never gotten that type of vibe from suna, but you obeyed your boyfriend because you didn’t want to know what would happen if you didn’t.
secretly, though, you missed class. you missed working with him. laughing, getting to know each other. he’d become a good friend over the past year and since you had the same majors, you two shared quite a few classes.
he was calm. funny and quiet, but definitely not timid. his energy made him come off tough, but not scary. if anything, he made you feel… safe.
just for those few hours you had together.
and whenever class would end, you found yourself missing that feeling.
----♡----
“i have to go to class tomorrow.” you said, refusing to make eye contact with your boyfriend who’d invited himself over to your dorm.
just like he does every. single. night.
“why? you gonna go talk to that suna guy?” he approached you, giving you a terrifying smile that you know wasn’t coming from a place of happiness.
“yuji… please.” your words were barely a whisper when you felt his fingers wrap around your throat. “my professor told me i need to start going. my grades are falling behind.”
his fingers tapped rhythmically against your skin. dancing skillfully as he toyed with the idea of choking you. you held your breath, expecting the worst.
“you should try harder.” he growled, digging his fingertips into your neck and you clenched your eyes closed. “get your grades back up so you don’t have to spend any more time with that guy.”
“okay, okay!” you grabbed onto his wrist and his eyes widened. “i will! i’ll get my grades up so i don’t need to see him anymore.”
“good girl.” he smiled, the evil expression he’d previously worn had melted away into a false image of a kind man. “always listening so well for me.”
yuji leaned in and kissed you. you kissed back, barely, but just enough for him to be satisfied and leave you alone.
“time for me to go.” he sighed as he heard the dorm advisor do a final walk through to knock on the doors and let the students know it was time for guests to leave.
“see you tomorrow?” he asked, tilting your chin up to look at him.
“sure…” you whispered. you trembled under his touch and wanted nothing more than for him to leave your sight.
“good. it’s a date.” he said happily and gave you another kiss, practically skipping down the hallway back to his own room.
you shut and locked your door, desperately wishing that was the last time you’d ever have to see him.
----♡----
“well, well, well.” suna cooed as you took your seat next to him. “as i live and breathe, i never thought i’d see the day. you finally made it to class.”
you nodded and pulled out your books.
“had to. my grades are slipping.” you sighed, looking around at the science classroom. “what are we doing today?”
“lab day.” suna said as he nudged an instruction sheet towards you. “should we put on our coats and get to it?”
“okay...”
you started to have an internal panic attack. your wrists were as bruised as the black eye you were hiding behind your hair.
suna stepped away to get your lab coats.
this would all be visible, and you didn’t want suna (or anyone) to see any of it.
you nervously approached your professor and she looked up at you with a disinterested stare.
“ma’am, i need to be excused from class today.”
“absolutely not.” she scoffed, “unless you want to fail my class, which i know you can’t afford to do, you’ll stay and do your lab.”
you opened your mouth to reply but she kept speaking.
“go put up your hair, roll up your sleeves and get your lab coat on. you should be thankful you have such a competent partner.” she crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair, “actually, i think the two of you should spend some time together. he’s my top student and you definitely need some tutoring.”
“i don’t think that’s necessary-“
“mr. suna, come up here please.”
suna walked up with a confused look, unsure as to why he was being brought in to the conversation.
“something i can help with?” he asked.
“yes,” the professor smiled, “i’d like the two of you to do tutoring sessions a minimum of twice a week, an hour each time. could you do that?”
“oh, sure. i don’t mind.” he smiled, “was that all? we should get to our assignment.”
you felt backed in to a wall. of course you were okay with this, you enjoyed spending time with suna.
unfortunately, you were terrified of the repercussions.
even worse, there was nothing you could do about it.
when you got back to your table, you put your hair up and silently thought of a plan. keep your head down, don’t make eye contact. maybe he wouldn’t notice.
you rolled up your sleeves and put on your white coat. it was barely long enough to hit your wrists, but did a decent job of hiding the bruises.
the first half of the lab went well. suna explained things in a way that made it easy to comprehend and you were genuinely enjoying yourself.
until you completely forgot.
you began to pour the green liquid into the tube. suna was writing his lab report when he looked up and noticed your mistake.
“oh, hey,” he stood up, putting his hand over yours to tilt the container back up. “you need to pour it slower, like this.”
when it started to pour just as he’d wanted, he let go and you found yourself missing the brief comfort of his touch.
“good job! you did it.” suna smiled and you looked up at him with an excited expression. finally. finally you were getting something right.
when the two of you made eye contact, his smile immediately dropped into a look of concern.
“what happened to your eye?”
“oh,” you stepped back, covering it with your hand. “i fell.”
suna carefully held onto your wrist and you winced in pain. his intentions were to move your hand away from your eye, but he took immediate notice of your reaction and pushed your sleeve down.
the bruises in the shape of fingerprints stained your skin a deep purple.
“what about here?” he stepped closer. you tried to read his expression but he looked completely emotionless.
“from the same fall, i’m just clumsy.”
“and your neck?”
suna pushed back your lab coat to see the same fingerprint bruises scattered around your neck.
you were suddenly thankful you’d chosen the table in the far back end of the classroom. nobody was ever watching.
“yeah.” you said, practically a whisper. “i’m just really clumsy.”
suna leaned down and looked into your eyes.
“why don’t i believe you?”
“five more minutes!” the professor called, interrupting your intense conversation and the two of you snapped back into action.
you finished your lab report and quickly packed up your stuff before rushing out the classroom door.
suna followed closely behind.
“it’s your boyfriend, isn’t it?”
you stopped dead in your tracks and turned around to look at him. suna’s expression was no longer emotionless. he was angry.
“okay,” you sighed, grabbing his wrist to pull him to a secluded space outside. the two of you sat down under a large tree, away from everyone else.
“yuji gets upset with me and… hurts me… sometimes.” you choked out. “i haven’t told anyone because i’m scared of what he’ll do to me. i haven’t left him because i’m scared of him. i’m stuck.”
you hadn’t said these words out loud to anyone, ever, and the way they were flowing so freely had you crying before you were even aware of it.
“please don’t tell anyo-“
“i’ll take care of it.”
you looked up at him. suna looked completely calm, his voice smooth and gaze held on you.
“what do you mean?”
suna stood up and ran his hands through his hair.
“i mean i’ll take care of it.” he smiled, “see you tomorrow afternoon for tutoring?”
“wait, suna-“
“later!” he gave you a passive wave before walking back towards the university building.
----♡----
that evening you waited for yuji to come by your dorm, but he never did.
you waited for him to call you, but he didn’t.
you worried about what suna had meant. maybe he was going to talk to him, maybe even threaten him. you’d hoped he wouldn’t do that, but you really didn’t know what he was capable of.
surely the rumours about him couldn’t be true. an honour's chemistry major being involved in a more sinister, underground group that nobody even knew if it was real or made up?
he was too nice. there was no way.
----♡----
after class you headed back to your dorm to get ready for your evening. suna had asked you to meet him under the same tree from the day before. around 7pm.
you debated on calling yuji, but ultimately decided against it. maybe he’d come to his senses. maybe he was remorseful, and just wanted to move on. to leave you alone and pretend your relationship never happened.
that was what you wished for the most.
----♡----
you stepped out into the cold evening air. the wind blowing softly and brushing the hair out of your face.
you clutched your books to your chest and took a short cut through the back fields separating the dorms from the main university campus.
you checked your phone, you were early. suna would be there in about 15 minutes.
you reached down to grab your phone when it was immediately snatched from your hands.
“you did this, didn’t you?” a familiar voice snapped at you. you glanced up to see yuji, sporting a similar black eye and a bandaged cut on his cheek.
“i- no, of course not!”
he rolled his eyes at your reply, clearly not willing to listen to a word you were saying. yuji grabbed your wrists, forcing you to drop your books and pushed you against the back wall of the university.
“you did. tell me right now. everything you said. who you said it to. and why.” the look in his eyes was horrifying. scarier than any other look he’s given you before.
this made it seem like his previous bouts of anger were nothing but minor inconveniences.
“i didn’t-“
yuji pulled back, immediately hitting your chin with a hard punch that knocked your head back into the concrete wall.
“try again.”
your vision was hazy. mind blurring memories together and you couldn’t even form a proper sentence.
you felt a warm, wet sensation cascading down the back of your neck and were immediately soothed by the feeling. the warmth was comfortable, even though you didn’t know what it was from.
yuji’s hand wrapped around your throat and he pressed his forehead to yours. his fingers dug roughly into your windpipe, causing you to choke out the remaining air in your lungs. you felt yourself get sleepy, closing your eyes and letting darkness overtake you as your body went limp.
----♡----
“hey, wake up.”
snapping fingers in your face had you looking around curiously. you couldn’t focus on your surroundings. it was unclear who was with you, unclear what was happening around you, and unclear why you were there.
the sounds of multiple men. grunting, panting. speaking quietly between deep breaths and harsh exertion.
what were they doing?
“hey.” the fingers snapped in front of your face again.
“what…” was all you could manage to say. your body felt heavy. weak. you were just so tired. all you wanted to do was fall asleep. you submitted to the exhaustion, closing your eyes again.
“don’t go to sleep.” a soothing voice lifted the back of your neck, pressing something soft against your head. “stay awake and listen to me.”
“ya like beatin’ up girls, huh?”
whack
“wanna put a girl half your size in the hospital, for what? to feel like more of a man?”
whack
“a real man would never hit a woman.”
whack
“a real man would beat the shit out of losers who do hit women, right ‘tsum?”
“right. maybe we’ll even put him in the hospital.”
whack
whack
“oh, he’s gonna be there once we’re done.”
you finally recognized the last voice. it was suna.
he spoke again, his voice raspy and dark but still audible from where you were.
“i hope to fucking god you didn’t hurt her so badly that she’s knocked out…” suna trailed off and let out a small chuckle. “because there’s nothing i want more than for her to hear you cry like a little bitch when this blade goes right…”
the sound of yuji’s sudden scream was immediately muffled by what you were sure was the hand of the other man.
“…through you.”
your eyes widened and you were starting to understand what was happening.
all you could feel around you was danger.
you started to hyperventilate. panic was taking over.
“focus on me. come on, we need to get out of here.”
“who…” your head started to hurt now. badly.
“my name is osamu.” he bent down and cradled you in his arms, bringing you close to his chest and picking you up bridal style. “hold on to me if you can.”
“i’m scared…” you whispered.
“i know.” he murmured, carrying you away from the scene and back through the field. “i’ll keep you safe. we need to go to the hospital.”
“what about…”
“the only thing you need to worry about is stayin’ awake right now, okay? it’ll all be okay.” osamu’s voice was soothing. his body was warm and his strong arms supported your body in a way that made you never want to leave his hold.
you gave him a weak nod. even if you wanted to get away, you couldn’t. so you decided to trust in this man and hope for the best.
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“hey, sweetheart.” the calm voice of a nurse slowly woke you up. “you’re finally awake.”
“where…” you choked out, your throat was dry and you could barely make out where you were. it was all so… confusing.
“you’re in the hospital.” she said as she stood on her tiptoes to change the fluids on your iv pole. “you were assaulted. your injuries aren’t good but you’ll make a full recovery.”
the nurse leaned back down and held onto your hand. “you have a real knight in shining armour, you know. your boyfriend hasn’t left your side since you were admitted. he’s going to be so happy when he finds out you woke up.”
boyfriend?
your heart started to race at the thought of yuji coming in. you looked around, preparing for the worst when you heard footsteps enter the room.
“hey, sleepyhead.”
“speak of the devil.” the nurse smiled, giving your hand a squeeze. “i’ll let you two have some privacy. please press the call button if you need anything, i’ll come back and check on you soon.”
the footsteps grew closer and you heard the squeak of a chair being pulled up next to your bed. you opened your eyes to see suna giving you a compassionate smile.
“rintaro?” you whispered, “what are you doing here?”
“making sure you’re okay.” he crossed his arms, “been here since you were admitted.”
you tried your hardest to remember even coming to the hospital, but you just couldn’t. everything was gone after your head hit that wall.
“what… happened?” you asked, your eyes pleading for him to be honest.
“someone attacked you and your boyfriend.” suna leaned in, “do you not remember anything?”
“i remember yuji being upset with me…” you blinked, your mind working as hard as it could to remember something of importance. “my head hit the wall and it’s kind of fuzzy after that.”
“i see.” suna nodded.
“wait, how did you know i was in here?”
“some people mentioned an attack on campus. i got worried when you were late for our study session, and when your phone rang and you didn’t answer i felt like something was up.” he shrugged, taking a moment to think of his next words. “i called the hospital and asked if you were here, and then came right over when they confirmed it.”
“oh. okay…” you went to scratch an itch on your scalp and were met with searing pain at the slightest bit of pressure. “ow!”
“careful.” he smiled, taking your hand away from your head. “it’s gonna be sore for a while.”
“yeah…” you trailed off, trying to make sense of the situation. “what happened to yuji?”
“why do you care?”
“huh?” you glanced at suna who’s expression had turned sour.
“why do you care about what happened to him? he could've killed you.”
“i just wanted to know if he…” your voice was shaky and you tried to compose yourself. “if there was a possibility of him coming after me again.”
“not a single chance.” suna leaned over the railing of the hospital bed and took your hand. “besides, even if there was, i won’t let anything happen to you.”
----♡----
you’d found out yuji had suffered from severe injuries almost taking his life. he was beaten, stabbed, and his spinal cord suffered so much damage he was permanently paralyzed from the waist down.
while you were relieved the abuse would be over, you constantly wondered who had assaulted him.
you remembered telling suna and him saying he’d take care of it, surely that wasn’t him, right? there was no way suna could do something like that.
----♡----
months went by while you recovered from your injuries. you’d been discharged from the hospital after 3 weeks, and suna had stuck by your side every day.
“i’m happy to say you’ve essentially made a full recovery.” the doctor smiled, shaking your hand. “i’m so proud of your progress. you’re truly a walking miracle.”
“what about my memory?” you asked, “when will i remember what happened?”
“oh, you might not ever remember. you hit your head hard and from what we gather, you were unconscious.” the doctor stood up, clutching his clip board before walking out. “it’s probably for the best that you don’t remember what happened. you should focus on moving on, now. take care.”
----♡----
“well, should we celebrate?” suna asked as you walked out of the hospital together. you stopped, causing him to turn and look down at you. “what’s up?”
“i just wanted to say thank you…” you said, feeling your face getting hot. “i don’t think i could’ve done this without you.”
“you could’ve. you’re the strongest person i’ve ever met.” he leaned down, brushing the hair out of your face. the same hair that used to cover the deep bruises, now showing your true complexion. “and the most beautiful.”
you felt your heart flutter at his sudden compliment. suna’s hands found your waist and you instinctively draped your arms over his shoulders.
“you really mean that?” you asked, looking into his eyes.
“of course i do.” he smiled, leaning in to give you the long awaited kiss the two of you had been dying for. his lips were soft and you melted into his arms. he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours. “beautiful in every possible way.”
you felt tears well up as you were being complimented. the sweetest, kindest, most handsome man touching you so delicately and speaking to you with nothing but respect.
you'd completely fallen in love with him, and it was everything you ever could’ve asked for.
----♡----
a few weeks after the two of you made it official, your honeymoon phase was in full force. you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. you were experiencing your first true relationship that made you feel loved and you cherished at every moment.
one evening, you decided to go to suna’s dorm to surprise him.
knock knock
“rintaro?” you called out, opening the door to let yourself in. “are you home?”
“in here, baby.” he replied from the kitchen. he was sharing an apartment style dorm with two other men, but you hadn’t met them yet. they weren’t ever there when you were.
“we finally get to meet your girl, huh?” one of them cooed as you walked in. he had dyed blonde hair and smirked at you as you walked by. “damn, she’s a looker, huh ‘samu?”
samu… why did that sound familiar?
“don’t be such a pig.” the other boy replied. you realized they were twins when he stood up and walked over to you. he smiled, holding out his hand. “nice to meet ya, i’m osamu.”
osamu.
no.
“my name is osamu…”
it couldn’t be.
“…hold on to me if you can.”
no, no, no.
the memories of the night of the assault came flooding back to you.
it only took a moment to realize...
...it wasn’t a random assault at all.
#suna drabble#rintaro suna#suna angst#rintaro suna angst#haikyuu angst#yandere haikyuu#yandere suna#yandere#haikyuu#suna#osamu miya#atsumu miya#miya twins#inarizaki angst#atsumu angst#osamu angst
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hello!! could i kindly request for a student campus crush! wonwoo hehe and you’re best friends and have unrequited feelings but u dont know if he feels the same so over a sleepover u tried confessing and you can continue from there hehe -🐼
let me hear you say | j. ww
✎ pairing: best friend!wonwoo x female reader
✎ genre: collegel!au, friends to lovers!au, mostly fluff
✎ warnings: none!
✎ wc: 2.40 k words
✎ notes: hi 🐼 anon! i got a little carried away with this one because soft, cuddly wonwoo makes my stomach do flips but i hope you like it! i'm not sure how i feel about my portrayal of yn here because i wanted them to be really supportive of wonwoo but kind of having a hard time because of their feelings towards him. i hope i was able to express that without portraying them as kind of eh :/
“Don’t you ever get tired?” You take a quick glance at your best friend as he folds up another piece of paper with a phone number written on it.
“Of what?”
“Of everyone in this school falling head over heels for you,” You say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, proceeding to look back down at your notes. In reality, you were trying to prevent yourself from looking at the cute (albeit, confused) way your best friend was staring at you over your abrupt question.
“Well I can’t say I’m not flattered, but there aren’t really that many people yn,”
A total lie, you think to yourself. Every time you two walked around campus, your best friend attracted the adoring stares of all your classmates like some hotshot celebrity. Yes, he was popular, and yes, he totally deserved it, but if everyone knew how dorky he was, maybe they wouldn’t be so quick to hand him their number after a single conversation.
Another lie, if everyone knew what a nerd Jeon Wonwoo actually was, they’d probably fall for him harder. You would know of course, first hand experience taught you a lot of things.
It taught you how endearing it was when Wonwoo wore oversized clothing, so that he could pull the sleeves over his palms when sipping on a hot drink at the local campus cafe. It made you realize his habit of pushing his glasses up his nose, because he was too stubborn to get the bridge adjusted. It made your insides melt whenever he was nervous because he had a habit of fiddling with his fingers. You were certain that if anyone was completely head over heels and absolutely smitten by him, it was definitely you.
“Not many people my ass,” you scoffed, “you spoke to her once, just once! And now you are holding her number.” Wonwoo laughs at your poor attempt at hiding your annoyance, “For your information, we were talking about a group project, and exchanging contact information. Nothing more, and nothing less.”
You gave a little huff before going back to pretend-studying, you definitely couldn’t focus when he was sitting right across from you. You knew you were more prone to jumping to conclusions nowadays, and you hoped that Wonwoo didn’t notice your shift in behaviour. In reality, you couldn’t help but feel a little pang of worry whenever your best friend was asked out on another date. And while he rejected the offer every time, you worried that one day he might say yes and you could lose him forever.
Not that you were against Wonwoo falling in love someday. If he found a good person that he wanted to be with for the rest of his life, you would support him in a heartbeat. It was just the selfish feeling that blossomed in your chest that prevented you from feeling any true happiness for these kinds of situations, and you hated it.
You knew that he would never abandon you completely, because Wonwoo was the best friend you could ever ask for. But you also knew that it would kill you inside to see him sweep someone else off their feet.
You’ve known Wonwoo since high school, and you definitely harboured a puppy crush on him all of first year. This was back when he was still trading pokemon cards in the gym stairwell and poking at you to buy him something from the milk vending machine. The crush went away eventually and you found yourself enjoying the rest of your high school career with your closest confidant by your side.
Once you both entered university, Wonwoo had a sudden growth spurt that now put him a total head taller than you. He no longer lurked at the stairwells during lunch and instead made lots of new friends that he went out for coffee with. He started dressing nicer, and once he exchanged his old glasses for a pair of round silver ones that rested on his nose so perfectly, he instantly transformed into someone straight out of a kdrama.
Now, you have caught feelings again. And you’re scared to admit that this time a puppy crush doesn’t even encapsulate everything you’ve been feeling lately. Of course Wonwoo’s sudden change in appearance didn’t spark anything new in your feelings towards him. It was the fact that he had a new air around him that was just completely different.
Wonwoo in high school was shy, and you loved him for who he was. You two had your own small circle of friends and you would spend all your time reading or playing games in his bedroom. Wonwoo in college however, was breaking out of his shell and being the first to approach people and make new friends. He was still introverted of course, shyness and introvertedness were two different things after all. But you were proud to see Wonwoo take the initiative to make plans more often and reach out.
Wonwoo has also gotten a lot more comfortable around you. He’s grown fond of resting his head on your shoulder after a long day of classes, and wrapping you in his sweaters whenever you came by his flat. In conclusion, everything about university student Wonwoo, was driving you, (and probably the entire campus) crazy.
“Hello? yn? Don’t you have a class soon?”
You swat away the hand that was waving in front of your face to meet the eyes of the cause of all your heart troubles. One smile from Wonwoo and you were in shambles. You had it really, really bad. “Right, right, sorry I was just...distracted.”
“We’re still on for tonight right? You can just head straight to my dorm after your last class.”
“Of course Won, did you really think I was going to miss out on another rewatch of Extraordinary You?”
“Of course not,” Wonwoo chuckled. You were met with another one of those soft gazes from him, and you immediately tried to break your stare. Something in your heart tells you that you should just confess right now, and that Wonwoo was a sensible individual who wouldn’t let go of your friendship if he didn’t feel the same way.
“Hey Won, can I tell you something after class later?”
“Of course.” There was that smile again. If you weren’t so busy trying to slow your heart rate down, you would have caught the way his eyes brightened at hearing your question, and the way he looked down to twindle with his fingers.
You give Wonwoo your own smile before heading off to your last detour of the day.
Sleepovers with Wonwoo always consisted of a mountain of blankets, a never ending pile of snacks and a show to watch before eventually both of you fell asleep. When you arrived at his flat just as he was adding the finishing touches to a home cooked dinner, you realized that sleepovers with Wonwoo also consisted of another thing: Your tragic inability to keep your heart rate down.
“Dinner will be ready in a bit, you can just wash up and get changed for now,” Wonwoo turns to greet you before adding some pepper to the tteokbokki.
You nod and head over to his bathroom, where you already find your change of clothes resting on the counter. Any outsider would have been under the impression that you and Wonwoo lived together, considering that pieces of you were scattered all over his apartment. From the matching toothbrushes that were kept by the sink, to the drawer reserved only for your clothes in his bedroom.
The only reason that you and Wonwoo didn’t room together upon entering university, was the fact that your parents were wary of you rooming with a boy you weren’t even dating. Not that it mattered now, considering that you at least spent two nights at his place away from your own dorm.
After you showered and changed into your pajamas, you realized that Wonwoo had given you one of his sweaters to wear, instead of the usual shirts you slept in. Usually you would have raided his bedroom after dinner to steal one (you slept much better when you wore his clothing) but this time it appeared that he had taken the initiative for you.
Once you stepped out of the bathroom, you saw that Wonwoo was already sitting at the dining table and was on his phone. It looked like he was texting someone, and you felt your heart sink a little when he laughed at a message. No, you are not going to be jealous. You are going to be happy for your friend because he deserves all the happiness in the world.
“Is that the girl from your group project?” You sat down across from him and started piling the tteokbokki and rice onto your plate. “Yeah, she said that the professor just sent out a mass email to our class, saying that we were going to be given an extension. Turns out that email was meant for another course, but everyone is already celebrating the new deadline.”
Wonwoo shuts off his phone and turns to you, “Was there something you wanted to tell me today?”
Right. You were going to confess your feelings. It was now or never, and you weren’t sure if you could hold it in much longer. “I can just tell you after dinner, I’m starving.”
Tragic. Tragic. Tragic. Why couldn’t you just say the words, “Hey Won, I have feelings for you, do you feel the same way?” Must you be in a spiraling paradox of questioning the presence of unrequited love in the relationship you had with your best friend? Yes, most definitely yes. Since the world likes to make everything difficult for those in love.
Dinner was eaten in a comfortable silence for the most part. You liked that you never felt the need to fill the air with more conversation whenever you were with Wonwoo. There were days where you would just sit in each other’s presence and do your own thing, and those days left you with lots of time to ponder on your feelings for him. Tonight was the night that you were going to say these feelings aloud for the first time...you just needed a bit more time to procrastinate.
After you both finished your food, you relocated yourselves to the couch. You fidgeted with the end of your (his) sweater while Wonwoo searched for the show on Netflix. You figured that you would let him know in the morning, since there was a chance that you two would fall asleep before the episode ended. And you didn’t want to confess beforehand either, in fear of having to endure a brutal one hour of awkward tension if he didn’t feel the same way.
“Who would have thought that out of all the days the wifi could have chosen to bail on us, they chose the day where we were going to find out whether Haru belonged to Dan-oh’s story or not,” Wonwoo fiddles with the remote some more, while you panic in silence at the thought of spending the night with no distractions from your feelings.
“It’s not like we don’t already know how it ends,” You take deep quiet breaths to calm yourself down, you can definitely make it through the night, “We can just do other things.”
“What do you have in mind?”
You couldn’t answer him right away. The only thing you had on your mind was the fact that Wonwoo’s hand was now resting on your knee and that it was baffling how good he could look in pajamas. Wonwoo, sensing your inability to form words nervously glanced up at you before moving the conversation in a different direction, “Look, I know you had something to tell me today yn, but I realized that I wanted to share something with you too. I am in love-”
“I am in love with you Jeon Wonwoo!”
There. You blurted out a long-awaited confession before the anticipation consumed you whole. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from your hands in fear of seeing the look on Wonwoo’s face.
“Let me hear you say it again.”
“What?” You turn to Wonwoo, who no longer looked nervous. Instead, he wore the biggest shit-eating grin on his face that made you want to both kiss and strangle him. “Say it again.”
“Not when you look like you just won the lottery you nerd, you didn’t even say-”
“I am in love with you too yn.”
Well, you were never one to complain about the fact that your feelings were returned. But the way Wonwoo was cooing at your adorable expression of shock only made you want to shove him off the couch.
Which you proceeded to do.
“Hey! Aren’t you happy that I like you too?”
“Of course I’m happy! You didn’t have to try to beat me to my confession though, tonight was going to be my night!”
“You didn’t seem like you were going to say anything for the rest of the evening! You were going to wait until the next day weren’t you?”
Absolutely yes. “No!”
Any remaining tension in the atmosphere washed away as you and Wonwoo made fun of each other on the living room floor. You were beyond relieved and a little giddy that your best friend in the whole wide world saw you in the way that you saw him.
“But on a more serious note Won, were you also going to confess tonight too?”
“Actually no, but once you came out of the washroom wearing my sweater, I just had to say it before I tackled you with cuddles or something.”
“You gave me your sweater instead of my clothes to wear!”
“I know!” Wonwoo was holding your hand now and rubbing circles into your palm. The idea of cuddling the entire night didn’t sound so bad. “But you looked all nervous and shy and I was hoping that you were going to be the one to say something first.”
“Can we just agree that we confessed at the same time?” As the adrenaline from the confession began to slip away you suddenly became very tired, and you were hoping to just spend the night in the arms of your favourite person.
“Deal. So can we cuddle now?”
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You’ve Got Mail
Summary: Reid is not tech savvy but his partner is - well, knows at least the basics. Reader helps him out after seeing that his emails that is currently 500+. Garcia helps out too cause she and reader know that he only takes note of any notifs on his phone if its relevant to his work or not.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Tags: Pure domestic fluff.
Warnings: Implied Age Gap and seggsy times. Abit of kissing sprinkled. Nothing too spicy though. Just short and sweet.
Author’s Note: finally made a proper oneshot yall. as promised, here is the other spence fic! this was inspired by reid’s brand of not liking technology, the clip of noel miller spotting cody having multiple unread emails and me suddenly feeling touch starvede this week, Also, Y/L/N stands for your last name. HAPPY READING!
Word Count: 954
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Y/N continued to read the novel in their hand despite the buzzing of the phone on the coffee table opposite to them.
Buzz.
Y/N sighed frustrated and put their book down, “Spence, darling, your phone keeps buzzing!”
“Just ignore it. I don’t know how to turn that buzzing thing off. It has become second nature at this point. It’s fine Y/N.” Spencer’s voice echoed from the shower. He just got back from work and quickly took off to the bathroom while tossing his things on the coffee table.
“Okay...”
Y/N curiously peeked at Reid’s phone. It’s been bothering them since they first got together romantically and they have been always offering to help fix his phone. However, Spencer is too stubborn to change it and doesn’t see the benefit of the phone besides important messages from work or Y/N.
“500 plus emails?! How do you even get to that number?” Y/N muttered to themself in shock.
“Hey… Stop snooping!” Spencer steps out of the shower in time to spot Y/N’s stunned face.
“I’m sure it’s not that bad. I don’t always use that at work and my team understands that. At the end of the day, I still do my job well.” He said shrugging as he dries his hair with a towel.
“Has Penelope helped you with this? Cause if you haven’t done anything about this, I will teach you how to use your phone whether you like it or not.” Y/N retorted. They continued looking through his phone.
“Fine! Let me put on some clothes first”
“No thanks. You look fine in that.” Y/N flirted.
“That’s not ethical, dear teacher.”
“Quickly change. I have been waiting for too long for you to utilise your phone properly Reid.”
“Okay, Y/L/N,” Spencer playfully mocks.
...
“It’s pretty straightforward since most things online follow the same format. You can edit anything about your account on your settings. It’s right there look.” Y/N started explaining.
“This is like explaining the internet to my grandparents.” Y/N joked.
“Just because I am much older than you doesn’t mean you get to do old jokes.” Reid quipped back while squinting at the small screen on the palm of his hand.
“Whatever grandpa. Here use your glasses, please.” They placed a peck on his scrunched up nose.
“Thank you, dear. Stop calling me grandpa or I will leave your class.” Spencer replied as he put on his glasses.
“Alright. I’m sorry, artefact” Y/N grinned as she leans in for a kiss on his cheek to taunt him even more.
“Y/N! Fine, no more kisses.”
“Spence…” Y/N mopes.
“Just continue your lecturing cause I will actually listen.”
Y/N frowned and Spencer caved in. He gave them a peck on their cheek and they then had a pleased look on their face. The two continued to lay side by side on the bed they share as Y/N continued to teach Reid how to use his phone until they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
...
A week later passes by and Y/N comes by the BAU to have lunch with Reid. It was their weekly ritual every Tuesday if he doesn’t so happen to fly out for a case. Y/N walks into the office with unusually fewer people since it’s the lunch break. Since they couldn’t find Spencer, they walked to the part of the BAU they can always rely on - Penelope’s office.
“Hey cutie, can I come in?” Y/N said as they knocked on the ajar office door.
“Yeah sure.” Both Reid and Garcia replied. Spencer had his eyebrows furrow in concentration while he was towering over Penelope as he asked for information on a case.
“Reid they are clearly referring to me” Penelope teased as she typed away on her keyboard causing Spencer to scoff in response.
“Luckily for both of you, I was looking for you two.” Y/N was beaming as she found her two favourite people in one room.
Spencer glanced and smiled fondly towards his partner. The presence of his partner comforted him after a heavy case. He couldn’t wait for a break even if it was only an hour or two. He just wants to be in their partner’s calming presence.
“Alright just send me the data to my email and I’ll get back to you after lunch” Spencer mentioned.
“Already done it. Go have your lunch with Y/N and shower them with love cause you finally have figured out how to use your phone. It is such a pain to look around in your emails”
“You already helped with them, Garcia.”
“Then now I have to treat you for lunch next time then Pen. I had to explain it until we both passed out on our bed.” Y/N added so the two would stop bickering.
“We were both tired from work and it was late” Spencer tried to hide his stubborn personality.
“Yeah totally from work lovebirds” Penelope quipped.
“Goodbye Garcia!” Reid whined as he pulls Y/N out of the office.
“Help him delete his weird fan emails, Y/N!” Penelope shouted from her office as the couple walks away.
“Well, you do have weird fans from what I have heard.” Y/N chuckled.
“Yeah... I do.” Reid held a bittersweet smile while subconciously tightening his hand which is holding Y/N’s.
“Don’t worry darling. We will go through them together.” Y/N offered am affectionate smile. They lifted up the hand that held his and gave it a reassuring kiss.
Spencer blushes and and his face slowly lit up as they shared a heartfelt look to each other.
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Hey can u write a one shot where bea and poppy are in relationship and bea gets a little sick and how poppy takes care of her
Thank you for your request. Sorry, it took so long. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
Warnings: Cursing
Under the Weather
Sabina flipped the chocolate chip pancakes in the pan, she did love a good pancake, there was nothing better than breakfast. She had prepared pancakes, sausage and eggs for her roommates. It was one of her hidden talents that she loved to cook. She would treat her family to a nice meal all the time back home.
“Thanks, Sab for breakfast.” Zoey appreciated it when she didn’t have to cook in the morning. She did have to admit that Sab was a great cook, no wonder all the ladies flocked to her.
“No problem Zo, anything to show my love for my roomies.”
While the two were enjoying the morning Bea slowly walked from her room. She looked like she came straight from the set of the Walking Dead. She tossed and turned all night with a headache and she could barely breathe through her nostrils. She would never take regular breathing for granted again.
“Jeez sis you look like absolute shit. Did you stay up talking to your girlfriend all night?” Sab couldn’t help, but tease Bea since she and Poppy finally started dating. They were at each other’s throats all year. She had never seen her sister happier than when she was with Poppy.
“Shut up Sab. I had a headache all night. I didn’t even know you made breakfast, I can't smell shit.” Bea served herself some coffee before she had to get ready for her Mass Communications class. Zoey came up to her and put the back of her hand against her forehead. Bea felt hot to the touch, most likely due to a fever.
“Yea you aren’t going anywhere today. You are definitely sick.”
“What no. I feel fine, it’s just a headache and well my nose is only a little stuffy.”
“Bea you aren’t going to class. I know the nerd in you wants to keep pushing, but you need to rest. If you don’t get better then recovery will only take longer. Just email your professors. You are their number one student and I am sure they will understand. You know Professor Roberta from Mass Com. loves you.” Bea hated that her sister used actual logic.
“Fine. I have some papers that I need to give Professor Roberta though. If only someone I knew had some art classes around there.” Bea batted her eyes at Sab and gave her the best smile she could muster.
“You know you are really annoying when you are sick. Scratch that, you are annoying all the time.”
“You have to love me either way so suck it.” Bea went back to her room and took something to get rid of the headache and help her go to sleep. She was fast asleep before she knew it, not even aware of her phone lighting up with text messages. Her phone buzzed several times with messages and incoming calls. She was blissfully unaware of her angry girlfriend, Poppy did not like being ghosted.
Sabina went and got ready for class after making some tea for Bea. She went into Bea’s room and grabbed the papers that needed delivering. She headed over to the building that had Bea’s class.
Sab was too busy being nosey and looking through Bea’s papers to hear the yelling coming from behind. After the person tried to get her attention behind she felt a push causing her to trip. She barely regained her balance and was ready for a fight. She whipped around to see Poppy, her sister’s girlfriend. Sab was happy for her sister, but jeez could Poppy be a pain in the ass.
“Poppy? What the hell!? It’s it a little early to attack someone”
“Don’t you dare use that tone with me, Bea Hughes! I have been trying to call you all morning. You didn’t even send me my good morning text that I look forward to.” Poppy was annoyed, Bea usually messaged her in the morning and they would call each other while they got ready for the day. Poppy liked showing off her outfit for the day to her girlfriend. Bea always made her feel like the most special girl in the world.
“Wait what? No Poppy it’s me Sab. How could you think I am Bea?” Sabina looked down at her backpack only to realize she had grabbed Bea’s. “Shit of course she left her stuff next to mine by the door.”
“Oh um, Sab ah-ha. You look exactly alike from behind. Well, where is Bea? We have class in like ten minutes and she is never late. Oh my gosh is she okay?!” Poppy knows it would keep a class 5 hurricane to keep Bea from attending class. It was one of the things she loved about Bea, she hasn’t said those three words to Bea yet though.
“Relax killer. She is sick in bed. She must have taken medicine that helps her sleep. She looked like absolute hell this morning.” Poppy started walking the opposite way of her class. “Poppy, where are you going? Your class is this way.” Sab shouted after Poppy.
“Don’t worry about it, Hughes.” Sab knew Poppy was soft for Bea, so she had no doubt her sister would be in good hands. The two of them were good for each other, the way they balanced each other out made everyone’s life a little easier. The Zetas weren’t being bossed around nearly as much because Bea took up most of Poppy’s time. They could finally live their normal college lives. Poppy would take Bea out and allow her to finally live the life she deserved. She needed to go out and experience life and she finally got to do that with Poppy.
Poppy practically sprinted back to Zeta in her heels. She gathered some supplies and even ordered some groceries to be delivered at Winfrey for Bea’s dorm. She went up to Bea’s dorm and knocked, to Poppy’s disappointment Zoey answered.
“Hm Did the underworld give you the day off today, Min-Sinclair?” Zoey was civil with Poppy, but she still hadn’t forgiven all the shit she had put the twins through. She was only nice because Bea was in love and she would never want to hurt her roommate.
“Wow funny as usual Wade. I came here for Bea, not your amazing wit.” Poppy shot back sarcastically. She didn’t want to start an argument, Bea was the most important thing right now. Zoey moved to the side and allowed Poppy to enter. Poppy set down all her supplies on the island in their kitchen. She unpacked the groceries and stocked up the kitchen for them. When she was sick as a kid, she would watch her nanny do the same. She always loved her nanny, she raised her more than her actual parents. While her parents would work or travel, Poppy was home alone.
After putting away the groceries and warming some soup she ordered from a nearby diner, Poppy also prepared baesuk, a sweet snack sometimes referred to as a dessert. She prepped the pears and then added honey, ginger, and her favorite cinnamon. Whenever her nanny made this for her when she was sick, it made her feel better. She also made a cup of green tea with a touch of honey just the way Bea liked it.
Poppy slowly opened Bea’s door and saw her fast asleep, she had to admit how cute she looked. To anyone else, they might see a mess, but to Poppy her girlfriend was perfect. Even while sick she was still so pretty, she admired her for a moment more. She set down the tea and dessert on the nightstand. She softly climbed into bed and put her arm around her girlfriend. She softly kissed her cheek. Bea slowly stirred awake.
“I must be dreaming to be in the presence of an angel,” Bea grumbled, trying to shake the sleep off.
“Even when you are dazed and sick, you still manage to be the absolute sweetest, Hughes.” Poppy always blushed when Bea complimented her.
“How could I not? I was lucky enough to be chosen by a queen.” Bea tried to kiss Poppy, but she was stopped by a hand.
“Absolutely not Bea. I will not let you give me your cooties.” Bea tried to use her gorgeous brown puppy dog eyes. “Beatrice Hughes, do not try and use those beautiful eyes on me.”
“It was worth a try.” Bea looked over at the nightstand. “Pops, did you make this?” Bea smiled brightly.
“What? I can make some stuff. I only burned the oatmeal because I forgot the water.” Poppy retorted defensively.
Bea took a bite of the sweet dish. She closed her eyes as the sweetness rolled on her taste buds. “Damn Poppy, this is amazing.” Bea didn’t realize she barely ate anything and the pears hit the spot. She washed it down with the tea, it was exactly how she liked it. She had never told Poppy how she liked her tea, she must have noticed when she would prepare it. She looked at her girlfriend, the world did seem brighter in her presence.
“What are you staring at?” Poppy grabbed her phone to see if she had something on her face.
“You are so amazing and beautiful. I can’t help, but admire you.” Bea had fallen hard for the strawberry blonde woman in front of her. She loved her and every day it grew more and more.
Bea finished the food Poppy made for her and they were cuddling. Bea was feeling better, she could even smell a little bit better. She caught the faint smell of sweet citrus from Poppy’s perfume. Poppy was holding her and she could feel the warmth, it was soothing. She was at peace, it felt like the perfect moment.
“Hey, Poptart?.”
“Yes, Hughes?”
“I don’t expect you to say it back and you don’t have to. It just feels right and I want you to know how special you are to me. I love you, Poppy.” They sat in silence for a moment. Bea knew she probably wasn’t ready and she didn’t want her girlfriend to feel rushed in saying it. Everything at that moment was perfect. The ice queen everyone knew came over just to take care of her.
“I love you too Bea.”
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Sorry if this is a bit much with everything going on, but could I request a scenario where the Paladins + Matt & Lotor have a black s/o and they’re scared abt everything that’s happening in their country and are sad that racial injustice is happening? I’ve been rlly worried the past few days, but if this is smth too uncomfy I understand ;w; Thank you 💖💖💖
This got really long, I apologize but I turned it into half-headcanons with just the main paladins-- i apologize for not doing all the characters you’ve mentioned, but I don’t think they would fit all in a single post anyways www
On another note I hope you and every other reader take good care of their mental health; it’s important to be aware of what’s going on but it’s also important to be in the right mindspace to be able to tackle everything that’s being shared. It’s pain that’s been boiling for a very long time and there is absolutely no shame in taking some downtime to recover before heading back into current issues.
SHIRO:
If you were saddened, Shiro would suggest that maybe you switch to something else; if there was something that he knows will distract you and temporarily have you be a little more at ease, he’d do that!
But also maybe add a little twist-- extra soft blankets (fresh out of the oven! Screw the bills you’re worth it), extra cheese on your favorite dish, whatever it is that can make your smile a little wider, bigger or brighter just let him know!
Would give you hugs if you asked, but usually Shiro pets your head and brushes your cheek for comfort
He also does this when he wants to ask something of you, but thats another story
Why the TV was still on was a mystery to you, you’d stopped listening a long time ago. Your partner besides you noticed, and you felt the hand around your shoulder tighten his grip a little, bringing you out of your thoughts.
“Hey, maybe we should watch something else?” he asked softly, brushing your cheek with his hand. “I can’t really listen to this anymore.”
“Yeah… Sure.” you replied, though it felt like an automated response more than your actual opinion.
“Okay, I’ll switch to that weird show Pidge recorded the other day, we agreed to watch it, right?” he replied, quickly grabbing the remote to change the program.
The first episode started playing, but the moment that it did, you felt cold as Shiro left your side.
“Where are you going?” you asked, your interlaced fingers the only thing keeping him close.
“Ah, I thought I’d make us something. We both kinda skipped dinner….”
He’d thought about putting something together that you’d like, maybe order dessert to surprise you but seeing the look on your face, leaving your side was the hardest thing to do right now.
So he gave in, and your both fell asleep until the doorbell rang with your delivery.
KEITH:
I have this headcanon that Keith isn’t very good with physical touch but after the end of voltron and after enough time of humanitarian relief, he learns how important it is for someone that’s in a specific state of mind
So the best he has to offer when his words fail is physical touch
Over your time together he’s learned what you need depending on your mood, and it helped him out lots when you were more vocal about it-- if anything he liked it when you asked for things that he could easily deliver, he’d do anything to see you smile
A hand came over your phone screen, Keith’s fingers lacing into yours and making you drop the device onto the crevices of the sofa.
“Why did you--”
“You’ve been staring at that thing for the past hour, biting at your nails.” he said in a worried tone. “That’s enough. We’re going to bed.”
“But it’s just--”
“We’re going to bed.” he repeated in a harsher tone, lifting you off your seat.
Keith sat down onto the bed first, pulling you into him. You both fell onto the bed, Keith quickly pulling the covers over your shoulders before his arms came around you.
“My alarm is my phone.”
“That’s nice, but we both know we have nothing to do tomorrow.” he replied right away, making you chuckle.
“Keith…” you called, your hands sneaking up to his face.
You brushed away some of his hair from his face as he gave you a complicated expression, unable to reflect the small smile you wore. He knew things were shit outside, that being apart from your family and other loved ones was a toll on both you and that lately negative thoughts have plagued you more often than not but Keith, despite his good intention was still somewhat of an awkward man.
“Thank you.”
He kissed you in reply and you both left it at that, glad that he had someone like you to meet him halfway.
LANCE:
Lots of hugs the moment he feels something is off with you
Will be a brat™ for the sole purpose of distracting you, bET
I feel like post-series Lance tries his best to be as observant as Allura and tries to understand others better-- but it didn't take a genius or incredible empath to know why your eyes looked like they were about to overflow at the sight of the news.
I’d like to think that Lance, with a big connected family is one of the paladins that very easily gets what you’re going through, wouldn’t be surprised he’s been called one or two things in his past either
That being said it doesn’t mean that he completely understands your personalized struggles with racial injustices that you encounter everyday; as another minority himself + coming from a culture and upbringing that might be different than yours, its a very different experience.
Memories flooded as the news anchor spoke about “lootings” and as you scrolled down your feed to see feeble attempts at sympathy from local peacekeepers. You sigh and retweet another thread, only to find something equally as shocking right after. You stopped commenting in quote retweets a while ago, you felt like you were constantly repeating that none of this was okay and that a reform was desperately needed. Rather than typing out your thoughts you typed out your name, address and email over and over again, signing one petition after the other.
Hearing sigh after sigh, Lance eventually put an arm around your shoulder. He startled you, but his soft voice made both your shoulders and your guard lower.
“Hey, do you want to make a midnight snack with me? I’m getting kinda hungry.”
“What about that new rule we were talking about? Not eating 4 hours before we went to bed?”
“Every diet has one or two cheat days, don’t they?” he replied, kissing one of your eyelids. “Come on, I’m sure your neck is sore from being like that for so long.”
In the end you both made some soul-food until a food-coma knocked you out until tomorrow. In the morning, you realized that Lance must’ve woken up in the middle of the night because you remember cuddling on the couch, and yet you’re waking up on the bed. Of course, still in his arms.
HUNK:
Having a sensible heart, I feel like both you and hunk would struggle a little about maintaining a healthy distance with current events.
Though overtime he would understand that keeping in touch with everything that’s going on is important, but not at the sake of burning out
His best bet, to him, to pull you out of a such a dark space is with comfort food
“Ok ppl feel like they want to eat a horse but they actually cant when they’re in that mind space Hunk, let’s make something sweet and small; something direct and straight to the point! Let’s add smiley faces on it!”
Your turned down the volume from the news, let your head fall backwards and brought up your forearm over your closed eyes. It felt warm and made it you realize that you had probably been staring very intensely at the screen as a wave of comfort hit your eyes the moment they were drowned in darkness. Letting out a deep breath, you stilled and let yourself bask in your thoughts until a familiar voice brought you back.
“Maybe a little bit more sugar? No, then it would be disbalanced. The base is already so sweet-- Ah, I have to take the cupcakes out or else they might get burned!”
You felt a smile grow on your lips, making you ignore the horrid news being broadcasted to turn to your partner that as usual, seemed to juggle ten thousand things to create a whole meal.
“What’s going on over here?” you asked, leaning over the counter to note that one of your favorite dishes was made and machines that were mostly used for baking had been brought out.
“Oh you know, just a little pick me up for my most favorite person ever.” he shrugged, but a smile soon came to his face. His hands were full but he leaned over, his lips meeting your cheek. “Things outside are a little dark, so I thought we could both use a little something nice.”
He turned on the machine after dropping a drop of dye to make it your favorite color and within a few minutes the icing was finished. Hunk scooped up a small amount on his finger and brought it to his lips and nod.
“Wanna taste?” he asked you, his finger dipping into the icing.
A mischievous grin spread on your features as you took his wrist and let his finger fall on your tongue, the sweetness quickly spreading through your mouth. The yellow paladin shivered as you let his digit hang in your mouth for longer than necessary, letting out a satisfied hum when you returned it to him.
“Tastes perfect.”
PIDGE:
She knew what could be fixed, she knew how to fix it but this meant she was also aware of how long such a transition would take
I think Pidge would be similar to Shiro: whatever she remembers that helps you be at ease, she would defect to that in hopes to maybe distract you for a while.
I don’t think Pidge is a very touchy person either, so if she reaches out to you _physically_ in worry, it’s a very clear sign she’s serious/anxious
I feel like she would reach out in other ways and then if she knew you were in a specific state of mind where touch was not useful, or if she just also wanted to try things out lol
As you watched the twisted information that was being shared on screen, another message caught your attention. Rather than a small red icon in the corner, a small window appeared in the middle of your computer screen.
<I found a way to modify notifications sent to another device.>
The video had stopped, every horrible gif about police brutality was paused and there was nothing else but the small window pidge had thrown onto your screen. You chuckled, and felt a pressure behind your working chair.
Another message popped up.
<You’ve been catching up with twitter for the past two hours. Surely you’re done now?>
A soft laugh came from you, making Pidge release a breath she didn’t know she was holding. You typed out an answer:
<Is it possible to be completely caught up with twitter? I follow like 500 accounts.>
<Okay, but half of them are just cat videos and the other half are just retweets of said videos.>
<Oh here I was thinking that this was an intervention to brighten my mood. We’re dragging each other’s follows now?>
<Oh please like you don’t want to be dragged, with that kind of follow list.>
<I can’t believe you’ve done this.>
You both laughed, before Pidge turned around and tapped your shoulder. She let her hand float in the air, yours coming to join it as a soon as your turned her way.
“Wanna take a nap?” she asked, letting her head fall onto your shoulder. “I had Chip make some hot chocolate, Hunk style.”
You squeezed her hand, putting your computer on sleep mode.
“Yeah, that sounds nice.”
#voltron writings#shiro x reader#takashi shirogane x reader#keith x reader#keith kogane x reader#lance x reader#lance mcclain x reader#hunk x reader#hunk garett x reader#pidge x reader#katie holt x reader#for context this was requested around june 2020#its a year late and thata my fault wjdjan
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