SleepyKaby

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The addiction known as love

Standford!Sam x Fem!Reader

Pure fluff

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Sam Winchester has to be the world's greatest workaholic, constantly filtering between textbooks and articles from days gone by about topics so obscure you weren't sure they were a part of the syllabus in the first place, nose nestled in the crook of a book until his eyes drooped. He was straight A student with the world at his fingertips and all the possibilities in the world, a path destined to surely be fortuitous, and despite all his prospects, he picked you, which brought a giddy feeling to your chest that dulled the winter chill, that permeated the room. This was short-lived for the simple fact, said boyfriend was currently more absorbed in his reading than you. His rather obsessive habit of studying seemed both a necessity and an enjoyment, a blessing and a curse in your case as all you wanted was for the warmth of his body.

The winters had been particularly harsh this season, leaving the windows frosted over and a chill that seeped into your bones until the hairs on your skin stood and froze you to your very core. Sam, on the other hand, seemed unaffected or maybe he was just better at hiding it? You couldn't tell based on his expression alone, instead taking the time to study his fine features, from the furrow of his brow to the moles that dotted his body like a canvas, appreciating the musculature that came with the face crafted by an angel. My god... He was beautiful, in more ways than one, you couldn't even begin to describe how much you adored him.

Perhaps you stared too hard as a rather curious set of eyes rose from their book and settled upon you, watching from his perch.

"Do you need something?" He huffed rather indignantly, his tone suggesting annoyance if not for the undertone of tenderness laced between his words and the slight gleam in his eyes.

"No, nothing at all~" you hummed, playing the fool.

"Uh-huh, that so?" He played along, his fingers moving to set aside whatever he had been reading in favour of you. "Is that why you're staring a hole into me?"

"It's not a crime, is it?"

"Harrassment maybe if we're pushing it, that's pretty serious sweetheart." It seemed Sam was feeling cheeky today, his mean streak was showing. For all his kindness, underneath the surface there dwelled a hidden side, a nasty one at that.

"Neglect is a crime too Sam," you retorted.

"Sure it is, but I'm right here. I think I can be acquitted of this crime." The bigger your frown grew, the more his smile brightened, having won this battle was a great boon to him.

"Oh, c'mon," you pouted.

"What?" He chuckled, not even bothering to hide the shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

"You aren't going to make me beg are you?" You pouted. "Please Sam?" You said, softer this time.

Maybe it was the way you said his name or the sullen expression of your face, but Sam found it hard to resist you. Your call was like a vice he couldn't rid, and gods if he wasn't addicted. Drawn like a moth to flame, he settled beside you, and for a moment he simply took in your presence and warmth, his body melting into yours. You felt like home to him, something he had yearned for all his life.

"You're so warm..." You murmured, a short hum of response came from Sam.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck in response, meanwhile his hands mapped out your body as it had countless times before. "Love you..." He breathed into your skin, coming out as a muffled confession. The tenderness of his touch set your skin ablaze, long forgotten the chill of the room. Perhaps, you were more addicted than him, addicted to this sugary sweet sin known as love. Addicted to Sam Winchester just as he was with you.

"I never want this to end..." Your voice was quiet.

I'm sorry if it's OOC, I wanted to try something different, and Jellal's writing ended up being different, but I hope that's a good thing since this is supposed to be after his redemption and he has come accustomed to regular life.

I know that Mystogan and Erza from Edolas have a child from spoilers, and she's a reincarnation of Erza's grandmother, but for the sake of this fic we're just gonna ignore that. Non-canon kids will be added instead.

For context: The oldest son is Ceres who is 12 years old. He has blue hair that turns purple at the tips wit hair that is similar to his father's and has his Erza's eye colour. He's already going on missions with his mother.

Ariane is the youngest daughter, who is 4 years old. She has Erza's hair colour her bangs, but with Jellal's hair shape but shorter and puffier with Jellal’s eye colour.

A husband's duties

Househusband Jellal x Working Wife Erza

Jellal takes care of the kids for the day but ends up getting more then he bargained for or Jellal is down bad for Erza (she lowkey is too.)

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Jellal has been many things in his life from hero to villain to vigilante, but this might take the cake. His dear daughter Ariane or Appy, as he nicknamed her, is running amuck around the living room, the very one he just cleaned an hour ago. Toys littered across the floor, heaps of blankets and pillows in deformed forts, and worst of all the walls were covered in stickers of all things. Stickers! While not impossible to remove, last time he spent all night scraping them off before Erza got home. He couldn't help but groan at the thought. For as much as he loved his daughter, she could be a handful, even for him.

"Papa!" Ariane squealed excitedly, bouncing up and down and around in a disorienting manner with her hands outstreatched. Reaching down to her level, he threw her up and into his embrace, cradling her close.

"I see you've made quite the masterpiece of the walls," he hummed, rubbing her back absent-mindedly. Ariane flushd in response, turning away in embarrassment from being caught.

"It wasn't me! Ceres did it!" She insisted.

"Really?" He chuckled softly.

"Yeah papa, I saw him! I saw him!" Before she could say anymore, a voice rang out from behind.

"Hah? Don't bring me into your mess, Appy," the owner of the voice said, annoyed and grumpy. The duo turned around to see Ceres, who had clearly just woken up from a nap based on the state of his hair and disheveled clothes, walking towards them.

"Meanie!" She huffed.

"Brat," he fired back"

“Let’s not fight,” Jellal tried to soothe the pair. “I’ll go and make breakfast, so go and wash up," he suggested finally, ushering them away while he moved into the kitchen, humming a tune, as he began preparing an assortment of vegetables and meat for the stew alongside a basket of freshly made bread.

By the time Ariane and Ceres came back, settling on opposite sides of the table albeit still glaring daggers at each other, but settled nonetheless, he felt slightly better, other than the clutter around the house. In truth, they were usually good kids, only in the mornings were they impossible cranky for whatever reason. He honestly wondered where on earth they acquired the trait considering he and Erza were early birds. Perhaps someone at the guild rubbed off on them, though Ariane was too shy and oftentimes kept to herself or stood beside him, so he doubted that unless Ceres picked up the habit. The mere thought of it all made him weary. At the very least with breakfast served, the tension in the air had faded into a warm lull, the soft chatter, the smell of freshly baked bread wafting through, the calm of the morning was bliss.

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After breakfast had passed, Jellal found himself with an array of supplies; a scraper, broom, brushes, a cleaning solution, a trash bag, a whole arsenal of what was going to be the rest of the day. The kids, thankfully, were out of the house, gone to play with the other children, in the guild hall not far from where the house resided.

The repetitive motions of back and forth was calming, helping to ease his earlier exhaustion, as he scrubbed the walls of the stickey residue along with the shire of stickers that littered it.

"Whew... onto the toys," he mumbled absentmindedly, while brushing off the droplets of water off his apron, tiny beads that soaked into the fabric.

Task after task, he meticulously checked over the house, scrutinizing every detail until not even a speck of dust could be found, and the house looked as if not a soul lived there, save for the furniture and portraits.

All was calm, for once in the house, a barren, hollowness that consumed the space itself. Except for the short burst of giggles currently at the door, where he was finishing up the last of the dishes, along with the stomping of feet as the pair rushed inside.

"Now, both of you, c'mon that's enough rough housing it's time for bed." A collective 'awe' came from them. "Let's go, complaining isn't going to change much."

"But Papa, I'm not tired!!!" Ariane protested indignantly.

"Hmm, is that so?" He mused, fighting back an obvious quip that threatened to roll out considering the eye bags under the child's eyes. In a quick, swift movement, he had Ariane in his arms with Ceres in tow, who had already crashed back into his dwellings, seemingly too exhausted, but not without a soft "goodnight."

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"Hah... Finally." He heaved a sigh of relief, shoulders slumping down as he walked into the master bedroom. Stripping down, and changing for night until hands wrapped around him, encasing him in a warmth like none other.

"She's a terrible liar like a certain someone I know," Erza's voice whispered sweetly into his ear.

Despite her teasing, he had no qualms sinply basking in her prescene after the hectic day he had endured. Twisting around, he buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling all of her being. "Erza..."

Small Respites

Jerza/ Jellal x Erza

Slight angst, mostly fluff

Tender moments between the pair after a harrowing mission where Jellal was badly injured.

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In the wake of the morning, Jellal stirred from the crisp breeze wafting through the room, caressing his pale skin like a loving caress, while curtains billowed and swayed, bathed in the warm light of day. Not an unusual scene for a man such as him, though he could never get used to lack of belonging. The certainty of it all. So foreign a feeling, he struggled to grasp why he of all people deserved such luxury. Though, his woes were interrupted by the familiar voice of a scarlet haired woman, bright and firm, truly the pinnacle of strength in the eyes of many. He couldn’t help gazing upon her figure marching towards him.

“Erza…” He murmured softly, his eyes drifting up to meet hers.

For a moment he couldn’t breathe, Ezra had always been a kind person, warm, gentle, and stubborn to the core, things he always liked about her, so seeing her before him felt akin to a dream except this wasn’t a dream, and Erza was towering above him with a jumbled expression.

“Don’t ever do that again!” She said through clenched teeth, caught between a mixture of sorrow and anger, her voice coming out fragile in a way he didn’t want to see. The corners of her eyes were wet, barely even noticeable, save for their glossy tinge.

He gave a weary smile in response. “I’m sorry,” the words were shallow, he knew that, that he had intentionally put himself in danger, that he was the reason for her sorrow. He hated it, the sight of her like this, because of him. “I’m sorry Erza… I am.”

“Jellal,” her voice was full of warning. “Why…? Just why.”

“I couldn’t bear to see you hurt, we both know you’re important to the guild, they look up to you Erza.”

“But that doesn’t mean you can just throw your life away!” She protested.

“I know Erza, but!”

“But what Jellal!?”

There was a moment of silence in the aftermath of her shout, an underlying plea, from who was debatable, as the pair seemed shaken by the presence of the other. The seconds went by in minutes and hours, an endless stream of slowless overriding them. Then, with a shaky yet gentle hand, Erza cupped the side of his head, just barely enough to graze the surface. He let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. Feelings bubbled up to the surface like a tidal wave, unable to handle the influx anymore, a singular drop cascaded down his cheek, creating a small damp spot on the pillow below. He never considered himself to be an emotional person, but then again Erza made him feel different, softer, more tender than he had ever felt for anyone else. There was always a place deep within himself for her and only her, where she would reside no matter what occurred between them.

Despite his wishes, his body relaxed into her touch, craving for something he restrained himself from, he couldn’t, no they couldn’t. Guilt seemed to eat at him the more he allowed her in. Their past was a mistake, though he could never erase it no matter how much he redeemed himself. Erza deserved someone better than him. As if sensing his plight, Erza spoke.

“Jellal. I know what you’re thinking, and I already told you, I have forgiven you,” she reminded him, her tone chiding in the way on would scold a child rather than Wizard Saint, not that he technically held the title any more due to what happened back at the Tower of Heaven.

“I know, I ju-.”

“Nope, you need rest and the last thing that is going to help is fret over the past. You’ve already proven yourself to be a valued member of fairytail,” she said.

He couldn’t help stifling a chuckle. “You’re not letting go easily,” he mused.

“Hmph, what do you think? I won’t back down from a challenge.” There was her competitive spirit talking, wanting to rise up to adversity.

“Hmm… Erza?”

“Yes, Jellal?” Her expression showed surprise at his sudden hum.

“Come closer,” he said, and in turn she complied, leaning down until they were face to face, crouched on the floor beside the bed he lay in. For a while, his eyes scanned her, memorizing every detail. “Have I told you how pretty your hair is?”

“I remember when we were kids, you said something like that.”

“Only once?”

“Perhaps more, it’s been so long.”

Jellal’s lips turned down in a slight frown, seemingly more annoyed at himself than anyone else. The tips of his fingers came up to hold a loose strand of her hair. It shone like a ruby in the morning glow, shiny and polished. The colour of blazing scarlet. Reverently, Jellal’s lips left a small peck, admiring how it felt on his skin. Erza on the other hand was speechless, it was unlike Jellal to be so forward, at least when it came to public displays of affection.

“This is unlike you.”

“Is it?” He said in a tone that made Erza frown to which he chuckled in response. Usually Erza was the more bold of the two, maybe the injury was getting to his head. “What if I want it to be the norm?”

Her face visibly flushed at his response, unable to properly compute a response, she sputtered incoherently, so unlike herself. Then again only moments ago had he been fretting over the past. The feeling of her, her everything sent a shiver down his spine, oh how he wished he could keep her all to himself. Sometimes, he even caught himself becoming frustrated at her particularly close companions, not because he believed they had ill intentions, but because of how amazing Erza was. She truly was an incredible woman in every sense of the word.

“Would you dislike that?” He asked, almost hesitantly as if she would disappear if he spoke too loud.

“Well, no,” she admitted, in fact she had long been waiting for this. Where they could be something more than the loose titles they had been dancing around, something more concrete. The mere thought of it brought her great joy beyond imagination causing warmth to spread throughout her body.

Their eyes met and time seemed to stop around them, forcing reality to bear witness to the pure unadulterated devotion they had for each other, as cheesy as it was, they couldn't imagine themselves with anyone else, even despite Jellal’s guilt. This love had festered since childhood, blooming into hatred then love once more. He loved her dear, as did she. No matter how much they played around the topic, deep down there was a certainty for the future, for their relationship.

“Erza,” he called out her name once more, his voice barely above a whisper, eyes entrapped by her's.

“Yes?” She replied with a quivering lip, hesitant even. Their breathless grew loud like tidal waves in their ears, every moment was noticeable in the otherwise deserted room, all for them, who reveled in each other.

“Erza, can… can I kiss you? Just this once?” The injury really must've done a number on him. This behaviour was unnatural for someone who would rather protect her in the shadows than outright speak about his feelings, consumed by mistakes he had to atone for. Though in the quiet of the room, all his principles left a long time ago, his need for her overrode his guilt if only for a moment. Their lips grew closer and closer until their breaths mingled, skin grazed the other, and their eyes fluttered in disbelief.

“Yes…” She said breathlessly.

Their lips met in a gentle chaste kiss, a ghost of their skin colliding before pulling back just as fast. Only then did Jellal again become conscious of his actions, jumping back with a hand over his mouth, save for the furious blush on the tips of his ears and cheeks. If she herself wasn't so surprised, she might've teased him, endlessly at that. She found his shy side to be one of the cutest things about him, reserved for only her, but in the spur of the moment and their first kiss at that, she simply couldn't muster the words.

“I…” Jellal stammered out incoherent sentences, trying to formulate something, anything. He kissed her. He kissed Erza Scarlet. He tried to stand out, only to fall further into her embrace.

“T-This… was, um.”She had to admit seeing Jellal in such a state was quite amusing.

“Do you regret it?” She inquired.

“No! I just…” he trailed off shyly, turning his head in defeat.

“Jellal,” she said, voice firm as she trapped between her arms on the bed.

“Yes?” He quietly squirmed, caught between trying to act natural and hiding. Before he could react her lips met his once more, rougher, more passionate. By the time he registered what had happened, she had already pulled back to look at him, a rather determined look on her face.

“There isn't a need to hide from me, I know you feel bad about the past, and I admit it was unsavoury, horrific, but I've forgiven you. I know you wish to atone, but please… Don't push me away in the process. I want to be by your side. I love you so, so much Jellal.”

Her words of reassurance melted the last bit of resistance he had, allowing himself to finally let her in. Of course, this wouldn't last forever, but just for now that was enough. He still needed to become better, improve on his mistakes. God, she made it hard to stay away, just this once he reminded himself over and over while her hands brushed against his face, his hair, and body, just touching, feeling him against her skin, memorizing.

“It's healing nicely. Your injury.” He hummed softly in response, head propped up on her shoulder. The appreciative tone he used, assured her of her next move. Carefully, she tugged on the fabric that circles around his limbs, revealing hidden skin underneath, while her other hand moved to reach for the fresh bandages. Jellal sat there obediently, allowing her to do as she pleased. A wave of drowsiness washed over him in waves, eyes wavering with each minute.

“Rest… I'll be here when you wake,” her whispered words were syrupy and sweet, loving. As time ticked by, so did his consciousness, fading from black to scarlet. How long had it been since he felt this warm? It felt like an eternity. Her hushed praise and soft touch soothed his soul.

I will write for both "x reader" and regular ships, though mainly ships, as I personally don't enjot writing it as much. The times I do, do "x reader" I will primarily do female pov but I can attempt male pov, or do entirely non-gendered pov. For who I will do "x reader" with, I'll do just about anyone, so just ask in the comments. As for ships, I don't care if it's gl, bl, or straight, I only have to like the ship in order to write for it. I

I enjoy writing fluff the most, sometimes angst, however when it comes to smut I probably won't write it, though it'snot impossible. I'm okay with writing for pairs that are more toxic as I enjoy seeing new and unique dynamics, and I will write for platonic and romantic relationships, mainly platonic.

I do or will NOT write insect, dark ships, or anything illegal, please do not ask me to write these topics or anything too outrageous. It will result in a block.

Some of the fandoms I'm doing, and some ships I enjoy (not all the ships I have, just some main ones, ships not included can be asked for, and some characters I would like to write for.)(Only includes romantic ships down below):

-JJK;

Ships: Toji x mamaguro, Satosugu, Shoko x Ichiji, Yuta x Maki.

I have a Megumi x reader in mind and a Toji dad fic.

-Soul Eater

Ships: DeathStar, MakaSoul, Crona x Maka, Stein x Marie, and most all platonic pairings. I will do a platonic Tezca and Justin one in the future since Justin is my fav.

-Fairytail (I haven't completed the series yet, so please don't spoil)

Ships: Gruvia, Nalu, Jerza (currently making a fic)

-Slamdunk

Mostly "x reader" ones, as I don't really have ships for this series.

-Loosely Resident evil (I'm really bad at horror, and only have two games.)

Mainly "x reader", I don't really have ships for this one either.

-DevilMayCry

Ships: Lady in red x Vergil, Kyrie x Nero, Dante x Lady

-Bleach

Ships: Aishin, Gin x Rangiku

-Monster Hunter Stories

Only "x reader", this one is mainly for Cheval and Reverto.

-Final fantasy 7

Ships: Zerith, Cloud x Tifa, Sephiroth x Angeal , Genesis (or any pair between these three)

Most all characters for "x reader"

-Red Dead Redemption

Will do most of the gang as "x reader", even the girls (love my girl Marybeth and Molly.)

Ships: John x Abigail, Arthur x Mary

-Fire Force:

Mainly "x reader", I don't really have any ships in this show. I do like Beni and Kurono.

And many more, I can't remeber most of the titles I've watched, so if you're not sure if I write for something just ask!!! I'm happy to answer when I can. I will watch most anything or genre unless it's horror.

I'll also try to be consistent, but it's unlikely as I constantly get distracted. Currently, I'm working on a Jerza or Jellal x Erza fic, and I would like to do something Gin × Rangiku related and maybe a Rukawa x reader in the future.