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omnificent-orion · 2 years
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vampiretendencies · 1 year
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shy!fem!reader helping jj shave came to mind today, so here’s this brain rot. it’s all i can manage rn, so i gave this like zero effort. requests are open.
cw; fluff, lower case intended
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he’s gazing down at you like you invented the stars and the night sky. delicately gliding a sharp razor to his shaving cream-clad jawline, tongue poking outwardly past your bottom lip in concentration. he’d stayed firm in the idea that he couldn’t reach a certain spot, but really it was an excuse to be in the position he is now.
sat atop the bathroom counter, his pretty girl encapsulated between his legs, whilst both his hands strum at the small of your back. smoothing over the skin in rhythmic and medolic patterns, all to assure you that what you were doing was fine and that you weren’t going to hurt him.
he trusted you.
“don’t concentrate so hard baby, s’just peach fuzz.”
your cheeks tainted cherry red, knowing full well he was toying and picking fun at you. but still you couldn’t help it, you were timid tenfold in the fact that you’d fuck this up at any given moment, anxious from jj’s fiery touch against your skin. but even still you didn’t respond, overthinking what he just said and letting it consume you.
“only fucking with you, you’re doing prefect, pretty girl.”
you clear your throat, the sentence that left from his lips erupted inside of you rapidly causing many heartfelt butterflies to erupt like clockwork. you lower your hands, dipping the razor under the faucet, on the verge of shaving the remaining bits of facial hair. until he grabs your wrist, stopping you from shaving the spot thus far.
“you don’t have to take me so seriously …” his raspy voice reminded you, chuckling all at once. you awkwardly peered at the floor that peeked through past jj’s thighs. praying a miracle would whisk you away from this seemingly horrid and cumbersome encounter. and still you choose not to answer, the silence was enough to speak for itself. his large hands travel from the small of your back to cup your cheeks. thumbing over your cheek bones, encouraging you to look at him.
and you do, because how could you resist such a lingering, igniting touch.
there was something so sensational and satisfying about eye contact to jj, especially coming from you, someone that was so distantly shy to begin with but he’d made it his own personal agenda to have you fawning after him.
having a reserved appetite for solely him.
eyes meeting eyes, it seems as though he’s going to slump backward into the bathroom mirror at how doll like your features are painted. God, he wanted to squish your cheeks with the palms of his hands. lips pursing outward, forming a pout that is making jj unable to contain himself.
“oh … uh-okay … i won’t j.” his stomach churns longingly at the harmony of your effortlessly orchestrated voice.
“don’t get all shy on me baby.”
you were melting past his fingertips, eyelashes kissing the tops of your cheeks. and he feels like he’s holding his future in his hands, you that is. gentle and fragile with the one who has his heart. a quirk of his mouth, giving you a mischievous grin. his plump lips on your jaw, your neck, smearing the shaving cream all over you, blonde locks tickling as they followed.
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The Lonely Souls Club 4
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as stalking, loneliness, noncon, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Two lost souls cross, but not all those are lost, want to be found.
Characters: Bucky Barnes
Note: a brief reprieve.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.
Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)
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Bucky
He waits until the air has settled. Yet he hasn’t. That thrill buzzes behind his ears as his chest beats erratically. He can’t help but think of their run-in at the store. It wasn’t that bad. She wasn’t afraid of him, just startled in the moment. That’s a good sign.
He mulls over his colliding thoughts. He wants to wait, make sure she is ready, that she can see he only means to take care of her. Then there’s that impatience that tugs at his nape. As he comes out of his hiding spot, just up on the fire escape of the next building, he has a thought. He should just walk up and knock on her door, introduce himself.
Noooooo. No. He’s getting carried away. She’s alone and vulnerable. He doesn’t want her to associate those things with him. He wants to make her feel safe.
So he slows and minds his steps, taking those untrackable paces that make him so deadly. They never hear him coming. He clicks into soldier mode, with a mission in mind. He creeps past her door and bends to swipe up the letter, barely missing a beat as he continues down the alley.
He doesn’t stop until he’s on the next street. He peers up and down, scanning the area and peeking over his shoulder. No one following, no movement from the alley. He turns left and crosses the road, dipping beneath the alcove of an abandoned storefront.
He shakily opens his hand. He’s slightly crumpled the paper. He frowns at the wrinkles and smooths them out. He narrows his eyes and reads the first line. Her writing is loopy and she dots her eyes with exes.
‘Hi stranger,’
He pauses, savouring each letter. Stranger… one day, she’ll know his name. He still wonders how she didn’t recognise him in the shop. Every now and then, people do.
He puts his eyes to the paper once more.
‘I don’t know what else to say but thank you. I don’t know who you are, but I know you are kind. Your gift will help in ways you don’t even know. I hope one day someone does something just as nice for you.
Thank you.’
He lingers on her name. He shifts around the letter to peel off his right glove and runs his thumb over the letters. He leans on the brick and reads the whole letter again. She knows he means well. She sees what he can do, he just needs her to know all he would do for her.
He folds up the letter carefully and tucks it inside his jacket, patting the outside just to make sure it's snug. He slips his phone out and pulls up the app. He flicks through the cameras until he finds the angle he wants.
His heart drops and his soles scuff as he fights to keep from racing out into the street. She’s on the floor, sat against the wall, a litter of groceries all around her. She calmly holds a can, reading the ingredients as if the scene isn’t chaotic.
He waits, teetering between reluctance and desperation. He needs her to get up. She’s all alone and he’s the only one who can see she needs help. Yet he can’t just burst in there and scoop her up and tell her it’ll be okay.
He can only watch helplessly. He hates feeling this way. It takes him back. To when he didn’t have control. To when he was a monster.
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Her
You set the can down and steel yourself, closing your eyes as you tilt your head back. Your hip is still ringing. It was just one wrong step, a stupid slip, and it all came crashing down. That’s when your armful went scattering and you with it. The tumble saw you landing on one of the tin cans, its shape more painful than the descent.
You reach to brace the wall and push yourself to one knee. Your hip is on fire as you grunt and plant your foot. You stand and cling to the wall sobbing as your tears break through. You turn and try to take a step, catching yourself with the mostly empty shopping cart, nearly tipping it as you stagger.
You twist and hit the counter with your back. You let go of the cart and get your elbows onto the counter before you slide down again. You lean back and catch your breath, aching so deep you shake. You roll your eyes against the tears and look around.
The apartment is so solemnly lonely. It’s just you. You could languish on the floor and no one would ever know. The government wouldn’t care if you didn’t cash your check, the grocer wouldn’t care if you didn’t pick out discounts, and your neighbours wouldn’t notice past their toddler’s tantrums.
You gather your strength and make yourself stand, ignoring the agony. You can do this. You grab the cart and drag it closer. You bend over and grab the bread, whipping it out onto the counter. You lean heavily on the cupboards as you go about getting it all away. Your final challenge is retrieving the cans from the floor.
At last, it’s done. You roll the cart before you, using it as your only support and fall against the back of the couch. You let the cart go and flip yourself over onto the mattress, curling up across the top as you’re wracked with heaving sobs.
You’re tired of this. The pain, the helplessness, the betrayal of your own body. You’re trapped inside this thing that doesn’t work! You just want to give up. You don’t know why you haven’t. You don’t have anything to keep you from doing just that.
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Dr. Grissam looks at you dully over his chart. You sit on the low stool, unable to even take the step up to get on the bed. He sighs and taps his pen on the clipboard.
“I did recommend the cane last time,” he reprimands.
You wince. He did and you couldn’t afford it then, just like you can’t know. And the bill for this visit will be another dent in your monthly stipend. You’re rationing your oatmeal and keeping your bread frozen.
“I know. I… I should’ve listened,” you hang your head. Dr. Grissam is a stern man but he signed off on your ministry papers. Without his little scribble, you’d have nothing.
“It’s a lesson,” he sniffs, “there’s a mobility store. I recommend it. They have a big selection, affordable too.”
Affordable. That’s not within your vocabulary. He jots something down on the little pad and rips the sheet off, holding it out. “More pain meds. Ten tablets. You take them when you need to, not when you want to.”
“Yes, doctor,” your murmur.
He’s always been stingy but you don’t ask for the pills. He gives them but acts like you’re some sort of fiend. You accept the script and get up, clinging to the stool until you get your balance.
“Is it close?” You ask.
“Bus takes you straight to it. Couple blocks down.”
“Oh,” you nod, “thank you, doctor.”
“Make sure you see Charity. It’ll help.”
You utter an empty promise to do so before you leave. You can’t afford to see the physio either. You told him that before but you don’t think he heard you, or wanted to. In his eyes, it’s your own fault you’re like this. You can’t help but wonder if it is.
You won’t use the prescription. You can’t pay the pharmacy fee. You check the address scrawled beneath; you can walk there… slowly. You’ll have to take some breaks but it will be easier when you have a cane. Getting back won’t be as taxing, but you expect, you’ll draw even more stares.
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Bucky
She went into the store nearly forty minutes ago. The small depot is nestled between a convenience store and vape shop. She walked all the way there from the plaza of her doctor's office.
He kept pace with her, hanging back when she sat on a bench and rubbed her hip. He still can't shake the image of her on her bed, crying on pain. The days since haven't proven any easier. 
He stares at the marquee. The mobility shop displays scooters and walkers in the window. He can guess why she's there. He can tell it took more than just the physical effort to make herself do so.
He's antsy. He hopes she's okay. She didn't look very happy after her appointment. She even seemed defeated. 
The door opens and closes. He's disappointed. It's not her, only an elderly couple. Despite the let down, he can't help but feel a dimple in his cheek. That could be them one day, a whole life ahead of them.
He checks his watch. He's supposed to meet up with Sam in a couple hours. He can cancel, he isn't exactly in the mood to be hazed. 
When the door opens again, he's transfixed. It's her. She walks steadier with the cane but still uneven. She keeps her free hand on her hip as she appears to test out her new gait, figuring out how best to place the cane.
She grows more confident as she goes. He notices her slow down and peer through the window of the bakery nearby. He keeps his distance, still across the street. He’s noted that too. How she meticulously measures out her food. A can of soup is split across three meals with nothing else. She eats slow when she remembers too.
It’s starting to get to him. So much it makes him itchy. She needs him to take care of her. She can’t do it herself. Not because of her hips or her lack of trying. He can barely do it either. He sleeps on the living room floor in the light of television just to feel a little less alone.
She’s a lot like him. He sees that more and more. As he does, he feels her pain like his own. More than his own.
He can’t keep waiting. If he does, she could get hurt. He can’t bear to keep watching her suffer like this. He can help her. He knows he can. She might not, but he can show her. It’s not the way he wanted to but his hands are tied.
He should go see Sam. He promised. Besides, he needs a favour.
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Her
The shadows move just on the other side of your eyelids. You’re groggy as slowly you’re drawn awake by the odd scratching. A breeze flows over your body and you roll onto your side. Your lashes flutter and gasp as you notice the front door. It’s open!
You sit up, panic swelling in your chest. Someone’s in your apartment. You hear them, sifting around in the drawers. You turn and see the silhouette of the intruder, shoulders broad as he’s distracted by your sparse belongings. You reach for the can against the side of the folding frame.
As you swing it to the floor and haul yourself up, the man turns. You cry out as he sees you, stalking forward, his eyes flitting between you and the door. He seems to hesitate as he comes closer and closer. You aren’t fast enough to run.
He stops, frozen, as if he’s afraid of you. You don’t know what to do so you raise the cane and smack his shoulder. 
“Get out!” Your heart hammers wildly. What are you doing? This man could break you in half. “Get-”
He hisses and pushes the cane away as you aim it at him again. He lumbers around you, shielding himself with an arm as he hurries to the door, shoving through the heavy grate. He mutters something you can’t make out. You set your cane straight and limp to the door, eager to close it behind him.
You hear him outside, grunting and groaning. You keep from shutting the door as you see him tangled with another shadow. The man in the hoodie remains faceless as a thick arm wraps around his neck. Another man wrestles him down to his knees as a slat of light limns his square jaw and bright eyes. You gape  through the iron bars of the outer door.
“Lock the door,” he grows as he continues to struggle with the intruder, “now.”
You obey. You recognise the man but you can’t place from where. It doesn’t matter. He can’t be bad if he’s fighting a robber, right? You turn the locks, the lower one broken completely. You strain to watch through the peephole. 
You can’t believe this is happening, that that man broke in and you didn’t even notice. Not until he could have hurt you. Not until it was too late.
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blingblong55 · 2 months
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Tummy ache-141 & König
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Based on a request: Listen. 141 (plus König if you want) with reader being know as someone who has the sweetest voice, friendlies tone, and is everyone's friend because of this but then when they finally hear them laugh. They let out the MOST DIABOLICAL, CRAZY, ABNORMAL, AND UNNATURAL LAUGH THEY HAVE EVER HEARD COMING FROM A HUMAN BEING!!!! (This is me, I was told I laugh like a witch, or a gremlin, or a undiagnosed mental person.) Thank you 😊 ---- GN!Reader, platonic!relationship, funny laugh, fluff?? ----
Being the smallest in the team, height-wise, the men who work with you always perceive you as something tiny and adorable. Your voice has always been so sweet and soft, so when Soap tells a joke in the late hours of the night, you laugh so hard that it genuinely scares them all.
The room is dim, your shadow cast on the wall as you rock back and forth with your "gremlin" laughter. Gaz is the first one to laugh at this, finds it quite funny how a cute little thing like you can laugh this loud and so…weird? He is going to be bringing this up in the future.
Ghost is the second one to react, he begins to say his horrible jokes. His deep laughter mixed with that stare he gave you dealt the deal that you would now be known as Grim, the soldier with the laughter and his newest goal is to make you laugh as hard and as much as possible. This is why now that Soap got that laugh out of you, Ghost keeps adding more jokes to the point you start to tear up and beg for him to stop because your tummy hurts.
Price joined afterwards, cigar held between his fingers as smoke fell from his cough of laughs. Tears get wiped the louder Ghost makes you laugh. Clouds of smoke fill the room, you enjoy this small moment since it will be the last one before going on an operation. When Price can't take the pain from laughing, he walks out of the room.
Soap and König join last and all they can do is bring a louder laughter to the room. The men only bring the volume of the room to rise, everyone inside adding more fuel to the fire and without knowing, soldiers from other sides of base begin to peek into the room, wanting more on the gun. Soap is the kind of man to push people when he laughs and naturally, the tall man König is became the target.
For nearly thirty minutes the jokes and laughs came along all until everyone lay on their beds, trying to catch their breath.
This is the rare moment soldiers like them and you get. It is beautiful, truly magical to have a sit-down, to listen, to smile and to feel that just for a moment all is fine. No blood on the dark military clothes, no worry about what is out there. A gun, bullet, a cry for a medic, all that is out of this room. Warmth, friends and a good rest, that is what stays in this room. This is a good tummy ache.
A/N: having a Writing/English class and my head is only filled with what I've done for the past week. Rhetorical this and that and now what you just read is my last piece of energy.
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bitchinfawkseh · 4 months
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Hii!! I was wondering if you could do a fic of dean with a coquette reader? Like a super femme reader who is obsessed with bows pink stuff ect? Ps I really like your tt🫶🏻
Pages of Affection
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Summary: You and Dean go to the library to investigate a case. While searching through some old papers and clippings, you discover a series of old love letters. Dean thinks they're stupid - you think they are romantic. In an attempt to make you feel special, he writes you a love letter.
W.C: 1288
A/N: ahhhh my first req! ty! Sorry this took so long for me to write. I've been very busy with school and work.
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Book after book, page after page, and still nothing. Nothing that would help you with this case or future cases - and Dean's grumbling and complaining was getting annoying. You adjusted the bow that was pinning your hair back away from your face - sometimes it got all slanted and looked weird. And you'd rather not have Dean tease you about it again. 
"We should have just made Sammy do the research." Dean started. You rolled your eyes and let out a deep, heavy sigh. "I can't focus when you're whining." 
"I'm not whining -" 
"You are!" You interrupted, shooting him a mean glare. Dean went silent, and you decided to enjoy it while it lasted. You flipped open an older and more worn heavy book, the edges were frayed, and there were tons of scratches on the cover. Two flimsy pieces of paper fell out, landing in your lap. They looked to be old, too, with how dirty the paper was and how it smelt amazing. 
You purse your lips together and carefully pick it up, rubbing the material between your fingers. It felt more like parchment rather than modern-day printer paper. "What's that?" Dean asked, trying to peek at the papers. You shook your head and shrugged, you weren't sure what it was until you unfolded it. Messy scrawl and an easily read "My love," addressed at the top. You slowly smiled as you read through the love letter, it was so sweet… so romantic. 
My love, 
You've been on my mind for quite some time now, and it's getting harder each day to forget about you. I have known you for close to six years now. And as time passes, I fall deeper in love with you. Sometimes, it's tough for me to express myself. Whenever I talk to you, I get flustered. Whenever I talk to somebody else about you, I get tongue-tied. You make my heart jump every time I see you. It's crazy that you are oblivious to your effect on me. But that is a part of your charm. The moment I laid my eyes upon you, I knew that my heart would forever be yours. Your beauty, both inside and out, is unmatched and your kind and loving spirit only adds to my admiration for you. 
You are my heart, my soul, my everything. I cannot imagine a life without you, and I will do everything in my power to make you happy. I love you now and forever. 
Forever yours, 
George
"Oh… Dean, look." You said, passing him the letter as you went to read the second one. This might be the sweetest thing you've ever read, this George guy sure had a way with words. Dean watched with raised brows as you scanned the second letter, a soft happy smile on your face. Who knew someone else's love life could make you so happy? He swallowed hard and started to read what you handed him. It was… cheesy to say the least. It sort of made him cringe, to be honest. "You like this stuff?" He snorted. 
You frowned. "It's romantic." 
"It's cheesy, is what it is." 
"He loved whoever he sent this to very much, who cares if it's cheesy?" You asked. Dean cocked a brow and looked you up and down, from your floral dress to your mary-janes. Something you'd only ever wear if it was a "chill day", when you were out in the action, you'd opt for jeans and boots. "You like this stuff?" He asked. You nodded and your eyes briefly met his. "It's sweet." 
His lips thinned slightly, "Huh." 
And here he was, hours after you and Sam had both gone to bed, trying to write you a love letter. Dean tried to go with a rhyming scheme for a while - until he tried to rhyme your name with something that wasn't completely stupid and couldn't think of anything and scrapped that idea. 
He thought about just copying the love letter you found - or something from online but that would be stupid. You could tell, and it wouldn't show he tried to put any effort in at all. Dean glanced over at your curled-up sleeping form, wearing a cute pink vintage nightgown that you nearly flipped your lid over when you saw it in the thrift store. You did love all of that… girly stuff. It was very endearing. 
Then, he suddenly got some inspiration. Dean picked up his pen again, scribbling some things down on the paper. He knew what he wanted to write - but he didn't know how to word it. Dean appreciated you too much for it to be half-assed - or something that could be taken the wrong way with how it was worded. 
And soon, the words just started to flow. 
The next morning, Dean took you out for a coffee and some pastries at the local shop. The letter he wrote for you was snug in his coat pocket - waiting for your eyes and only your eyes. He swallowed the lump in his throat and wiped one of his clammy palms on the expanse of his jeans as he sat down on the bench next to you. You briefly looked over at him, taking a tiny sip from the herbal tea he had gotten for you. “So, what’s the occasion?” You asked. Dean’s brows furrowed and he chuckled nervously, he swore that his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. “What? No occasion…” 
Your eyes narrowed, “Dean.” 
“Okay! Okay, I… I have something for you - but don’t laugh, okay?” He swallowed hard and started to dig through his pocket. Your face immediately softened and you turned to face him, whatever it was - it was important to him. 
Then, he pulled out a folded piece of paper with your name addressed on the front of it. “I tried real hard, okay? So… don’t laugh.” Dean warned - but with the slight waver in his voice, you could tell that he was very nervous. You took the delicate piece of paper from him and carefully unfolded it. The first line was enough to make your heart swell and for butterflies to form in your stomach. 
Hey, 
I don’t really know what to write… you know I’m not the mushy-gushy kinda guy, but I wanna try for you. I wanna start this off by saying I think you’re the prettiest woman out there, no doubt in my mind (and the bows you like to wear in your hair are damn cute.) You’re my whole goddamn world… you know, I purposefully try to make you laugh all the time too because it honestly sounds better than any Zeppelin song (don’t tell anyone I said that.) All it needs is a good guitar solo… kidding. Anyway, you’re my sweet girl who adores all that cute girly and flowery stuff, hell, I even let ya put that old heart key chain on my keys for Baby - nobody gets to fuck with Baby, except for you. I love you, more than words can say. I know I don’t tell you a lot, but I do. 
I love you. 
Your bottom lip jutted out and you clutched the piece of paper to your chest, “Dean…” He surveyed your reaction carefully with wide eyes, did you like it? Did you hate it? Finally, you practically threw yourself into his arms and buried your face in the crook of his neck. “This is the sweetest thing ever.” You beamed. Dean let out a relieved chuckle and tightly wrapped his arms around your waist, he (not so) discreetly inhaled the scent of your hair, smiling faintly when the light fragrance of flowers hit him. “Glad ya like it, sweetheart.”
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matchadobo · 3 months
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Hi there! I was wondering if I could request Eustass Kid x reader where reader is the only person he is soft for? Like he drops the whole tough guy act when reader is around. Just something about them makes him calm down. Thank you!
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KIDD; calm to his storm
wc: 814 summary: after getting into a heated fight with crew, name checks on kidd. warning/s: all fluff!!
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"kidd?" you peeked over the doorframe of his workshop. you found him hunched over his couch, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together, and brows knitted as he heaved frustrated sighs out his nose. "hey, i heard you're having a hard time with the crew." you scooted over to sit beside him.
"those fuckin' idiots don't get it." he mumbled through his nose, not budging from his pissed state. "we have fuckin' boundaries, why'd they go an extra mile to cross the line that we are not playing house and we're a goddamn crew?"
"yeah, i heard about what happened." you rubbed on his back, "don't you wanna get some fresh air first? calm down a bit, hm?" you suggested, looking up at his fiery eyes. you saw how his gaze softened, body relaxing with your touch.
"nah, i'd explode when i see their fuckin' faces once i got out." he leaned back, crossing his arms along the way. "i'd rather shut my fuckin' self in here."
there was silence, it wasn't uncomfortable but you figured you should leave him alone. let his thoughts breathe for a moment.
"if that's the case, i'll leave you be-" you pulled yourself up from his sinking couch, only to be pulled back again. this time, he had his human arm around you. he buried you close to his chest where you felt how rapid his heartbeat was.
"don't." he sighed deeply when he felt your warmth in his chest. "need you here, close."
"so you'd shut me in here with you?" you looked up at him from behind.
"aye. you complainin'?" his hug got tighter, hands making its way inside your shirt. he breathed in your scent, relishing on the aroma of your perfume. he's got you between his arms and legs. his human hand was now settled on your thigh, rubbing the surface of your skin back and forth while pinching some parts playfully along the way. you felt the now steady beat of his heart against your back as it matched the ticking of the antique clock on his workshop. "you just bathe?"
"yeah. it's really hot." you replied. "i used the body wash you gifted me." you played with your fingers.
"smells pretty, i knew it'd suit a little rose like you." he chuckled lightly, placing his nose on your head. "you're so warm, i can fall asleep like this."
"really?" you shifted a bit to look up at him. "we can do that if you want."
"you know what i'd really want?"
"tell me."
he intertwined his fingers with red-laquered nails with yours. kissing the back of your palm and admiring the lip print he left. "in the far future, once we'd attain my dream. i'd like to have a family with you. i'd like to come home with you and the brats we made. i'd like to raise them in a world i'll make when i become pirate king. i'd like to watch you and i become old as fuck, seeing our brats grow up. i'd like to wear this ring," he raised his hand, ring finger adorned with the gold-plated ring he made for you and him when you two officially tied the knot. "until we die. and i'd like to have my grave next to yours, on that hill we met. that's what i want the most."
you felt your heart swell with his words. tears fell from your eyes without you realizing. your lip quivered as you try and catch your breath. you were at loss for words. since when did he learned words like this? since when did he learn to plan so far ahead? since when did he want a family?
you'd known him as a head first, go-with-the-flow, focus-on-the-present kind of guy. so all of this was a goddamn enigma for you. he sounded so genuine you had to look back if it was someone else speaking. but you know his voice all to well that those words belong to him, straight from his heart. from the way he holds you, from how his chest was rabbiting with each second, and from how his lips never left the skin on your neck.
"k-kidd i.."
"didn't mean to overshare, goddamn it." he ran a hand through his locks. "now i forgot why i'm fuckin' angry." he laughed a little.
you stood up. bent down to his level and pressed a kiss on his forehead. "i'd make it all come true, i'd be with you every step of the way."
he hugged you by your waist, burying his face on your stomach. "if it weren't for you, i woulda died from too much fuckin' stress in this crew. there's somethin' too precious about you that you just bring out the sap in me."
"you just love me so damn much, that's it."
"wouldn't argue on that, sweetness."
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hellloooo to the person who requested >< ty for your requestttt but OMG i hope i did this justice, did i follow the rqst??? i added a lil bit of situation so i can elaborate ueueueue my christmas break has started!!!
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g0ldenzinnie · 4 months
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Halloween Dates x NCT Dream P.t 2
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Couple: Nct Dream x fem!reader
Genre: Fluff, suggestive, cursing, cheesy (a lot), halloween.
Word count: 5,31 K
NOTE: I know this is getting uploaded very late, I was busy with university and other stuff. But I made them longer so you can enjoy (I hope)
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Haechan x Trick or treat
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When he told you he wanted to do this, you thought he was joking. But of course, he wasn't. You didn't know if it was because you were on an examination period lately and didn't pay him as much attention. Or because he was low in sugar. Didn’t matter, you were there. Chasing children through the streets to pick candy. 
“I can’t believe you convinced me to do this.” You say walking spiritless. Haechan bumps his shoulder with yours. “C’mon, it’s fun!” He replies, taking out some candy of his bag. Your bags were half full, surprisingly for you. Some of the adults laughed at you, showing in their front door. They thought it was cute of you to do this activity. And obviously, most of the women were enchanted by the soft gaze and smile of your boyfriend. Thanks to that, his bag was more full than yours. However, some of them were not as gentle. You lacked the fingers to count how slam doors you received. Judging looks, followed by rolling eyes. Your mood was decreasing from every one of these things. And Haechan noticed it. His objective for today was definitely far from being completed. 
His idea started one week ago, when you were stressing over a test. You were pulling your hair with your fingers, your forehead against the desk. A whimper became a groan, and the groan became a scream. Haechan came running from the living room, and quickly went to you. He took your face with both hands and softly lift your gaze. Your eyes were watering, red and puffed. “My babygirl” He whispered, looking at you with affliction. “I’m sorry.” You murmured taking his hands, rejecting his embrace since you felt guilty. “I didn’t want to scare you.” 
“Don’t” He argued. The last thing he wanted, was for you to feel ashamed to ask for comfort. Especially his comfort. He kissed your forehead, and took you bride style to the bed. You tried to stop him with the argument that you had to finish studying, however he didn’t listen. And also you were so tired. Emotionally and physically. He wrapped you under the covers and scoops beside you to cuddle. His hands were caressing your arms, his nose stoking cheek. And his beautiful voice humming a lullaby just for you. You felt in heaven. With this boy, the responsibilities and stress were banished. You were cozy and protected. That’s the reason you said the following, “I wish I was a kid.” And with that, your boyfriends mind started working. 
Little did he know that his plan in the future was going to be a total failure. “Baby, I love you for doing this. And also I had fun, but I have to finish my project.” You said with worry. However, your boyfriend's mind was certain. He wasn't going to give up until he got what he wanted. “Okay, we can go home. But one last house.” You shake your head. “Haechan…” 
“Just one baby, please.” He begged with a cute voice. His hands were behind his back and his body went left to right with an innocent look. You sight by his cute face and bite your lip. “Damn it, I hate it when you do that '' He leaves a satisfying laugh and gives you a peek on the lips. “Let's go '' He took your hand and quickly looked for a house to disturb. He soon finds one where some kids were gathered in the front door. 
You put yourselves at the end of the line and wait. The kids passed by, and finally it was your turn. But the face of the lady wasn't as welcoming as before. She tries to close the door, but Haechan quickly stops her. “Trick or treat.” He says, smiling. “Please, you're not kids.” She replies, rolling her eyes. “We are inside our hearts.” Your boyfriend insisted. Apparently, the lady hasn’t been having a good day. Because what she did after, didn’t represent someone patient. She took a bunch of candy in a fist, and launched it to your face. “Here, now piss off. Assholes” She slammed the door on you and turned off the lights. You sight and bow down to pick the candy. Trying to swallow your anger and shame. Because first, you didn’t want to sink to her level. And second, you didn’t want to bother Haechan. He quickly helps you gently, but his face was pure anger. “Baby, let’s just go.” You comforted, rubbing his arm. He shakes his head, and gets up. “Not when that bitch disrespected you.” You get up and take his hand. “Look, it's fine. Let’s go.” He shakes his head with his jaw tightened. Rejecting any idea of walking out. “No, it’s not fine! She could’ve just not given us candy. Not shoved in our face. Especially your face.!” He barked, punching the door. Then, like in cartoons, you swear a lightbulb illuminated above Haechan’s head. He had that mischievous smile and gaze, just like a naughty kid. You shake your head, panicking because you knew that face, and you knew the ideas that came along. 
“No, no. Whatever it is you're thinking, I’m not doing it.” You state before trying to walk away. He quickly grabs your arm, and leans you towards him. “You’re gonna love this. I swear it.” He kisses your cheek and guides you to another place. 
After a quick shopping stop, you were again in front of the lady's house, with a tray of eggs. 
“Haechan, I appreciate you doing this. And I really, really want to, but we could get in trouble.” He just gave you a grin. “It’s Halloween. It’s normal to make some trouble” He takes one egg out and passes it to you. You looked at it with doubt, and leaned your head. “I don't know.” 
“What? You’re a chicken?” He started to cluck and dance around you imitating a chicken. You laugh at him mocking you. “Oh, so this is how it is?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. With sudden adrenaline, you launch the egg to the lady’s window. This breaks, leaving a mess. You laugh and cover your mouth. “Holy shit.” 
“That’s it baby!” He screams proud. He takes another egg and launches it to the roof. You laugh and imitate him, pointing at the walls. 
You kept doing that, celebrating each other's runs. The excitement running through your veins. You haven’t laughed like this for weeks. Haechan was pleased. Looking at your smile was the best reward he could ask for. There was only one egg remaining. He handed it to you. “Want to do the honors, miss?” He spoke, giving it to you as a precious gem. You bowed, taking it. “I would be honored, mister.” 
You blow on it for luck, and stretch your arm for better aim. You didn’t know if it was the universe, or just luck. But the odds were in your favor. You think. 
When you threw the egg at the door, at the same time the lady went out of the house. So the egg ended, not on the wooden door, but in the woman's face. You gasped and Haechan does the same while he chuckles. “That’s my girl!” The woman then screams of anger. “Damn you kids!”
��Ha! So you admit we are kids!” Your boyfriend rejoined. “Haechan run!” You say, taking his hand before the lady could catch you up. 
Jaemin x Haunted House
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“Hey, you are cheating! Open your eyes.” Jaemin says, tickling your stomach. “I don't want to! Ah!” You scream when another actor comes to scare you. You hide in Jaemin’s chest, and he wraps you in his arms, laughing. “C’mon Angel, it’s almost finished.” He says, encouraging you to keep walking. “You’re lying!” He puts himself behind you, giving you kisses on the head. You start walking through the dark and bloody hallway, with your hand covering your face. 
You didn’t even want to go in the first place. Your local town held a trade fair for this Halloween, and you and Jaemin decided to go. It was pretty fun at first, but after a few rounds you already did everything, except for the Haunted house. “I am not going in there” You said, crossing your arms. Jaemin started to beg, putting himself to your level, since he was taller. His hands were together, and his lips were pouted. Giving you that gaze that was easily confused with starlight. He has never looked so cute. 
“Please! I promise I will do anything you ask. Besides, it would be fun. I promise” You raise an eyebrow, smiling. “So, anything I ask?” Jaemin’s expression changed completely. “Wait, what do you have in mind?” After you told him, he refused immediately. But when you easily decided to keep going, assuming that you won, he said “Okay I’ll do it”. Your face drops in amazement. You were still trying to process the information, when your boyfriend grabs your hand and drags you to the haunted house. 
So here you were, torturing yourself just to see your boyfriend dressed as a strawberry milk. According to him, the thing he hated the most in the world. “I'm not going to wear that disgusting thing, unless you open your eyes.” He says, still behind you. “That was not part of the deal” You state, still with your hands on your face. Jaemin then decides to start to take action. He wrapped his hands around your wrists, pulling your arms down, so you could see your surroundings. You try to stop him, but he just shushes you. “It’s okay. I’m here.” You whine, looking carefully, if something was going to pop up. Jaemin did too. He was never going to mention it, but he was freaking out. 
A minute ago, he almost punched a guy when he appeared out of nowhere from a wardrobe. But he wasn’t going to run, not when you were here. He would rather die, then leave you alone with these people. Especially with the chainsaw guy, he looked at you very suspiciously. His thoughts were interrupted by your scream when a mourning bride appeared. He instantly wrapped you in his arms, repeating that everything was okay. It was, until a zombie popped behind him when you heard your man scream loudly and curse. Even though you were frightened, you turned smiling. “Easy baby, everything will be alright” You say, mocking him. “Yeah, yeah. Keep walking.” You laugh seeing his response, and kiss his hand. 
After that, you entered what anybody would call “the eye of the hurricane”. Practically there was nothing in there, just some scary and gross stuff. The lighting was red, so barely you could see what you were stepping on. “You know, you don’t have to be manly.” You said all of a sudden. Jaemin was surprised by your declaration.  
“It’s just that, I don’t want you to feel like you can’t be yourself when I’m around. You know?” You explained, without looking at him yet. You didn’t know how he was going to respond. Or if he would be offended. Experiences of your past relationships came by, where men were offended with their masculinity by the bare minimum. But Jaemin was different. 
He made you turn to face him, looking at you delicately. He took your face with both hands with care, and gave you a smile. 
“I am only myself when I’m with you, princess” He says in a whisper. Like he didn’t want the other scary actors to know. His thumb was caressing your cheek, making you feel more secure than ever. “You make me feel secure. Every time that I’m with you, I feel safe.” You smiled and left a sigh relieved. He reads your reaction and leans his head, confused. “Do you feel safe with me, princess?” He asks worriedly. You shake your head immediately. “I do.” Jaemin gives you a little smile. Then, he leans forward to give you a kiss. It was gentle, and comfy. Full of happiness and joy. Nothing like your surroundings. Jaemin broke the kiss, but he still stayed close to your lips, smiling at them. They were the sweetest candy he ever tasted, and he planned to never stop tasting them. 
Except now, since behind you there was the most terrifying nun he ever saw. He screamed with all his being, making you turn around. You also scream, stepping back to Jaemin’s chest. “Screw this, let's run!” He screams, taking your wrist to pull you out of there. You pass the nest rooms, running for your life, screaming but also laughing. When it was finally over, you promised to each other, never go to another haunted house ever again.
And if you're wondering, yes. He did dress later as a strawberry milk, and you dressed as a chocolate milk. You were the cutest couple there. 
Chenle x Costume Party
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Definitely this was one of the things you better prepared in your whole relationship. You and Chenle started organizing this, since the day you declare yourselves as boyfriend and girlfriend. Looking for different ideas on the internet. “I think Rapunzel and Flynn would be cute.” You offered, looking at the picture. Chenle makes a grin and shakes his head. “I want something cool.” 
“But it is cool.” You argued, pouting your lips. He smiles and kisses your head. “I’m not gonna disguise as something we already are, my princess.” He bragged confidently. You laughed and continued to look for ideas. 
You had a lot of obstacles. You wanted more of a cute look, while Chenle wanted something more funny and cool. Then when you agreed on something, the guys would steal it from you. First it was Mark and Haechan, stealing your idea of dressing up as Mario and Luigi. Then, it was Renjun and Jisung with Cosmo and Wanda. And finally, Jeno and Jaemin, to your surprise, stole the idea of Judy Hops and Nick Wilde. “Who is going to be the bunny?” Chenle asked, playful. Jaemin smacked his head, acting offended. “Me of course, are you not paying attention?” 
You were out of ideas. And obviously Chenle felt like the world was against him. 
“Baby, we still have time. We’re just starting October.” You said in bed cuddling with him. “Yes, but I want everything to be perfect.” He complains cutely. You smile and kiss his cheek. “It’s going to be perfect. Because we are going to be together.” 
He jokes making a vomit sound. “Cheesy” 
You gasp offended and shoved his shoulder. “You're a child.” He laughs and says sorry while hugging you tight. When you accept his apology, he offers if you want to watch a movie. You nod and he sits up, to search for something on Disney+. 
“So you are a child.” You say mocking him. He shushes you and keeps searching. That’s when you see it. You gasp and start to slap Chenle’s arm. 
“Hey what’s your problem?” He asks angry, but then smiles seeing how excited you are. “I have an idea.” 
Finally it was the day. You were fixing your wig in the bathroom, trying to make it fit right. “Baby are you finished?” Chenle asks behind the door. “Just a minute!” You replied, giving a few more touches to your eyeliner. 
After a few minutes, you finally leave the bathroom, revealing yourself. Chenle sees you and smiles brightly. He fakes like he has been shot and falls on the bed. “Oh, my girlfriend is so pretty. I'm dying.” He says dramatically rolling over the bed. You cross your arms and smirk. “Yeah, yeah. Stop acting. Let me look at you.” He laughs and nods. He got up and spread his arm to give you a better look. You bite your lip and smirk flirty. He looked so hot. You whistle and make a signal with your finger for him to turn around. He sighs and does your command, slowly. The black shirt shaped perfectly his waist and chest. Also the belt and the pants give a better effect to his figure. The black leather gloves made the touch and finished with a flourish, a water gun in his waist. 
“Is that really necessary?” You ask, pointing at his weapon. He looked at you with a frow and protected his water gun with his hand. 
“Don’t take fuffy away.” You couldn’t hide your laughter. You coughed and looked at him funny. “Fuffy?” 
“What? It’s cool.” He responds shyly. You smiled and went closer to give him a kiss on the cheek. He quickly wraps your waist and kisses your lips fervently. 
“Can we get late to the party?” He suggests teasing close to your lips. “Chenle, we are already late.” You whisper smiling watching his reaction to your costume. 
First, seeing you redhead was sending him over the clouds. It matched so well with your beautiful face and skin. Then it was your clothes. That black t-shirt marked your figure perfectly. And those baggy jeans were the ruin for him. Figuring his secret favorite part of your body, your butt. 
“Then more later. This costume is driving me crazy.” He says, fixing his gaze without any shame through your body. You blush and give him a peek on his lips. 
“Impossible.” You answer funny. 
“I thought you were Kim Possible.” He joked. You roll your eyes and separate from him, shoving his chest. 
“Let’s go. I promise we will do whatever you want when we get home.” You whisper with a flirty voice. He laughs and nods, remembering what you said. Promising he would reclaim his prize when he gets home. 
You collected your things to go, when suddenly, looking at your boyfriend, you got an idea. “Baby.” You smile playfully. He looked at you, raising an eyebrow, and crossing his arms. He knew that looked. “Shoot.” 
You come closer to him, taking his water gun. “Do you wanna get revenge?” You suggested, expecting for him to know where you were going. He smiled and gave you a kiss on the lips. “God, I love you.” 
Later you got to the party, and started to search for your objectives. The house was full of people dancing and drinking but that didn’t matter to you. The ones that did, were hanging around the backyard. All with their stolen costumes. “Those sons of bitches.” Chenle roared behind the bushes where you were hiding. “Easy baby, move as one. Remember.” You spoke as you took your water gun out. “Ready?” You ask your partner in crime. He does the same and looks at you with a determined gaze. “Always.” You guys counted till three and jumped from the bushes to attack. Jeno, Jaemin, Mark, Jisung, Haechan and Renjun, were surprised by your sudden appearance, most surprised by your screams of war. Then, they noticed your weapons. “Wait no! No!” Mark shouted before he and all of the boys were wetted by you and your boyfriend. They try to defend themselves, launching their red cups filled with their drinks, but you easily dodged their attacks. 
When Chenle and you ran out of water, the guys were completely soaked. Everyone looked horrible, but Renjun and Jisung were the hardest hit. Since both of them had hair dye all over their faces. “Yah! Do you know how much pink coloring I had to use to get my hair like this?!” Renjun complained with a shout. You laugh out of nervousness, and Chenle does the same but with naughtiness. “I’m sorry! But you deserved it. You are thieves.” You defend yourself.
“I’m not sorry. You guys all are bastards.” Chenle hissed without any regret. All the guys snapped at his insult and went straight to attack him. Lifting him up and launching him in the pool. He screamed like the dolphin he is, but the guys didn’t care. They left him there and said sorry to you on the way for making a scene. You smiled and said that it was okay. You loved how comfortable it was for them to act like a family. 
You approach the pool and grin. He looked at you and raised his hand. “Can you help me please?” He said as it was obvious. 
When you tried to take him out taking his hand, he smiled mischievous. “Chenle no!” You scream before he shoves you inside the pool with him. He just laughed at your pissed reaction, to then pull you in his arms and give you a slow kiss. Romantic and sweet. Your anger disappears and you follow his kiss wrapping your arms around his neck. “Act as one, remember?” He whispered in your mouth smiling. “I hate you.” You only respond before continuing to kiss him.
The guys started to cheer and laugh outside the pool. As an instinct reaction, you and Chenle showed them your middle finger while your lips were still pressing together in a lovely kiss. 
Jisung x Horror Game
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“Baby! Can you lend me your computer?” You asked, playing around with Jisungs gamer chair. Going round and round. He then showed up at the bedroom door with a bowl of cereal, with a confused look on his face. Let’s say you weren’t much into gaming, so the mere fact that you were asking for his computer was weird.
 “For what?” He said with a raspy voice, since he just woke up from the nap you just had. 
You both were tired of your schedules, so you decided to do nothing for Halloween. Just stay in and order take out. When the Thai food finally came, you put on an action movie and lay on the bed. You last no more than ten minutes when you fall asleep, cuddling on Jisungs arms. Two hours later, Jisung wakes you up trying to sneak to the kitchen because he was hungry, again. 
“I didn’t want to wake you up.” He said grinning at the edge of the bed. You still half slept, nodded and said it was okay. He smiled at how cute you looked, trying to cover the light of the room with your arms on your face. Whining like a little girl, like his little girl. He leaned over and kissed your forehead, and said he won't be long. You smiled, sensing your soft boyfriend's lips on your skin, feeling more cozy than ever. When he was gone, you decided to watch tik tok on your phone. The sleepiness was gone, so why not? That's when you saw a very interesting edit. 
So that brings us to the present, where you only wanted to play a horror game, because your childhood crush, Josh Hutcherson, was going to appear in the movie. “Do you have Five Nights at Freddy´s?  You asked, smiling innocently. Jisung again, looked at you weird. Without recognizing the girl he fell in love with. “Do you even know what Five Nights at Freddy´s is?” You gasp, launching him a pillow offended. He turned around quickly to protect his bowl of cereal and laughed. “I was joking! I was joking!” He screams. “You better” You respond. He smiles and goes behind your back. Laying his chin on the top of the chair. “I don't have it, but I can download it if you want.” He said starting to turn on his computer. You react chefull, clapping your hands. He grins at your reaction. “You know it's a scary game right?” He asks you while looking for the game. You knew that… almost. What you only saw was the hottest edit of that american actor and immediately decided it was a good idea to play the game. Hey, a woman had needs. Also, you were bored, and thought it was a good idea to try something new. Besides, if you were too scared, Jisung will be there to comfort you. 
But you forgot an important factor, your boyfriend was a chicken, same as you. So when he had the game ready for you, he immediately kissed your forehead and tried to go to bed and hide from the computer screen. You reached him on the verge by taking his arm and pulled him towards you. “Hey, you're not gonna leave me alone, are you?” He scratches his head nervously and starts to murmur nonsense. “I mean yeah, but no, I mean i'm gonna be here but not really here, I mean, It's not like I'm a coward, you see, I can accompany you, but then I would have to go mid way because I don't have my glasses and my eyes will start to hurt.” He kept giving you different excuses, to not sit beside you while playing the game. You looked at him sweetly. You weren’t angry, never to him. Jisung was defined as having a kind and sweet soul. Especially to you. So the only thought you had now was how cute he looked, talking so nervous. 
“It’s okay Jisung, you don’t have to do it.” You said roaming his hand and caressing it carefully. He sighs relieved and nods. “Thanks baby” He takes your chin with his hand gently and leans down to kiss your lips. You smile following his kiss. His touch was gentle, but eventually, it became more fervent and hotter. “Jisung…” You say between his lips, where his kiss was becoming more rougher. “Just one more.” He whispers before pulling you to your embrace again by a hand around your chin, fingers wrapping your hair. His breathing became heavier and his other hand traveled to your waist caressing it, sweetly. It wasn’t just another kiss. “Jisung- Don’t try to distract me.” You laugh because of his sudden need. He pouts his lips cutely. You swear if you could have a coin for every time this man did something cute, you would be a millionaire. “But I want more kisses.” He says trying to be close to you, pulling your hand towards him. “Nah-ah. No company, no kisses.” You say shoving his hand and turning around in the chair, to face the computer. You start the game with a whiny Jisung behind the chair. “C’mon baby, I want your kisses.” He begs behind the chair, putting his arms around your chest. You try to hold your laugh, biting your lip and trying to focus on the game. “Nop, if you want kisses, you’ll have to wait until I’m done.” You could swear you saw reflected on the screen, a big baby about to make a fuss. You chuckle a little and then focus on the game. You admit, your boyfriend was calming your fear with his performance. You thought it would be over, but little did you know your boyfriend's determined (and needy) mind. 
He quickly turns the chair to him. “Hey, what are you- Hey!” You exclaim before Jisung takes you in his arms, and sits in the chair with you. He taps your tights and smiles. “Turn around.” You laugh while doing his command and turn in his lap, facing the computer. You were left a little high from the desk, but Jisung quickly fixed that by lowering the chair. Now you were on your boyfriend's lap, with his arms around your waist and lips in the crook of your neck. “Jisung…” His response was a groan against your neck. “Keep playing.” He said, minding his own business.” You try to keep your focus, but the mixing of fear of the game and the excitement of your boyfriend's touch was dizzying you like crazy. The game was close to finishing, being 5:00 Am in the morning. What was supposed to be the difficult part of the game. But Jisung’s lips were working intensely on your neck and shoulder, distracting you from it. At one point he discovered your shoulder from your pajama shirt, leaving peck traces all over your skin. You were at the point of giving up. “Baby, please I’m trying to…” You start to say, but then your complaint was interrupted by a sudden move on the screen. “What the fuck was that?” You mumbled, bringing your boyfriend's attention to the screen. 
You two notice the thing that was moving and panic immediately. A character was moving really fast through the camera screens, making stressful sounds of footsteps. “Shit! It 's foxy. The door! The door!” Jisung screamed trying to reach for the computer to help you. You try to move quickly and activate the gates, but you were out of battery in the game. “Shit! No!” You scream before the scare jump of foxy appears on the screen. Both of you jump from the chair, screaming and frightened. Jisung curses and you laugh out of nervousness. You hide your face in his chest, still chuckling because of your reaction. After a while, he starts to laugh with you.
“Oh my god, we are idiots.” You say giggling. He looks down at you and frowns. “We? I would have clearly done it better.” You gasped and shoved his chest. “If you weren’t a chicken, I’d believe you.” You laugh. He choked, acting offended. “Alright, bet.” He provoked. “Alright.” You say, getting up from his lap and pulling another chair to sit beside him. He chuckles, watching you get all competitive. He liked this side of you. Well, all of you. You sit straight and expect him to start the game. “What are you waiting for? Let's go!” He smiles and presses start again. You two played together until far late in the night. Getting scared for every jump scream but also excited from almost winning. But specially, your favorite part was teasing each other, and working together as well. You were the first to fall asleep in the chair. Jisung was going to talk to you, teasing how he bet your record of nights, but then he saw you with your eyes closed. He didn't wait a minute. He turned off the computer and took you, bride style, to the bed. Falling asleep next to you, holding you tight. To scare off the spirits of the night, that might frighten you in your sleep
Happy Halloween 🎃🧡
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wackulart · 1 year
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Reader goes into the tide pools and meets Belos like with Lilith and Luz in that one episode
giving me an excuse to rewatch Elsewhere Elsewhen AND write 1600s Philip? IM ON IT.
Part 2
Philip Wittebane x Reader
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You didn't think the time pools would actually work.
The topic of them came up during a conversation you were having with a store owner and reminded you of the days you used to pretend to find them. You had some makeshift toy that didn't really work, you would crawl into one side of a hollow log and exit out the other side acting like you were in the future.
It was fun as a kid so you thought to go back to that place and revisit those memories. You didn't expect to fall into the sand and end up centuries into the past. Your immediate reaction was to hop right back in and back away. As you scrambled out of the time pool you took a second to breathe.
Once the initial anxiety had died down a bit, a thought crossed your mind.. why not?
How many witches could really say they had been in a time pool? Most demons you knew didn't even believe in them and that included you until now. You had considered the risks, but the tide wouldn't be coming quite some time.
...Fuck it.
You stood up and peeked your head back in. The beach hadn't seemed to different too the one you were currently on, yet you had spotted a group of witches celebrating something. With what you remembered from your days at school you recognized the outfits as those from the Deadwardian era.
Then you realized you'd probably stick out a bit with your modern clothing, not to mention the bloody fly effect.
After you pulled yourself through the portal, you moved to the trees to grab a few large leaves and makeshift yourself a hat. Once you adjusted your clothes to look a little more aged and you were satisfied, you headed into the town.
It was so surreal to see things that you had only read in history books. What was even stranger was how calm and kind things were in this era. You were pretty sure that these were considered the savage ages, wasn't wild magic dangerously rampant?
Before you could dwell too much on the thought, the sound of a door slamming made you turn swiftly in the direction. You looked to see a man kick at the door before stumbling back and yelling at the person inside. He adjusted his jacket and began stomping off, too angry to notice that he had dropped something.
You rushed over to pick it up and tap his shoulder. The man audibly groaned before turning to you and as you held out the pen that he had nearly lost, your eyes widened.
"You're human." You spoke before you could stop yourself.
He paused before sighing and taking his pen from you harshly. "Here to poke fun? I'll have you know that I have no intention in wasting my time-"
You waved your hands panickedly. "No, I've just never met a human before." You couldn't help but have a genuine fascination in meeting someone from a completely different world.
There was a look of confusion, maybe conflict before it fell and he turned away. He wasn't sure what you were looking for from him but he wasn't going to fall for those sparkling eyes. There was clearly ill intent behind them, even if he couldn't see it just yet.
The man forced a smile and turned to leave, not expecting you to follow him. He looked over to you as you shoved your hands towards him and told him your name.
The human stopped, staring at you hard. He could see a determination in your eyes that told him he wasn't getting out of this easy.
He sighed before taking your hand and shaking it. "My name is Philip Wittebane."
You two had begun walking together, you were mostly taking in the sights while pointing at things you found interesting. He had tried several times to sneak off from you but you had stayed resilient.
Philip had decided to not waste his opportunity by asking you questions and you had plenty for him as well.
He wouldn't admit that he was sort of enjoying the company, it was simply a by product from traveling alone for as long as he had been.
That was it.
Philip had sat on a bench with you joining in the seat right beside him. You leaned into him and peeked at his journal, then you noticed that he was drawing the bird a few feet in front of the two of you.
You looked back and forth between it and then pointed excitedly at his sketch. "Hey, that's really good!"
He shot up and his voice stuttered. "Oh, uhm- Thank you."
It was a challenge trying not to react at how close you had gotten, he tried to force his focus onto his journal.
You seemed to be rather comfortable around him, the whole walk you spoke so passionately about everything you told him. He was trying to understand why you were so excited around him even when his answers had been cold and short.
Then he heard you gasp lightly and looked up to see what the issue was. He followed your eyes to a sketch he had done while you two had been walking. It wasn't anything impressive by his standards, a simple silhouette drawing of you and him.
"Is that me?" You questioned.
He nodded and felt his face grow red at the genuine smile on your face.
What is this?
What were you doing to him?
This curse that you had plagued him with forced words out of his mouth. "Do you.. like it?"
He didn't understand why he cared, in fact he shouldn't care what a witch had to say about his work. He didn't care.
He didn't have to force down a smile when you nodded and asked to see more drawings, he didn't purposefully scoot closer to you while you two looked through his book and he definitely did not sneak peeks at that adorable look on your face as you awed over his things.
Then came nightfall and you explained that you had to go and that you weren't sure that you could come back.
Philip nodded and held out his hand, he ignored the twist in his stomach and realized that it was for the best. Lest he fall to the temptation that had twisted his brother.
Instead of taking it, you pulled him in for a hug since you probably wouldn't see him again. The chance that you could find another time pool was incredibly rare and not to mention that this was four hundred years in the past.
You felt him slowly put his arms around you until you pulled away.
"Goodbye, Philip." You called out as you began to run towards the beach before the tide came in.
He waved to you, memorizing the sound of your voice and the look in your eyes. Perhaps he could not have you, as you were a demon and he would never see you again, but he could have your memory.
You made it to the time pools and took a couple tries before you had found your time and hopped back into it. As you got out to the other side and landed on top of the sand, you felt the tide hit your ankles. That was it then. You wondered if you could find something about Philip in the library somewhere.
Just to check if things had fared well for him.
The next week had been much calmer for you compared to the adventure you had gone on, but you still smiled at the fact that not only had you met a human but you befriended him.
No one would believe it.
As you carried your goods to the Emperor's castle and helped unloaded packages with a few other workers, you felt eyes on you. You looked behind you to see the Emperor himself, the fact that he had been there at all had surprised you.
It had even surprised you enough to miss the recognition in his eyes as he whispered your name under his breath.
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I don't know how many requests I can make and I don't wanna bother you🥲but if I can make more uh maybe a reader that like babies the characters if they look or talk about something when they wake up it's at there door step maybe with tighnari,cyno,wanderer,Xiao and kazuha
You can request....AS MANY TIMES AS YOU WANT! I love writing requests and I love this idea too!! Thank you so much for your request and I hope I do it justice!!
Genshin Men Headcanons:
~Finding a baby on the doorstep~
(Includes: Tighnari, Kazuha, Wanderer, Xiao, and Cyno!)
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Tighnari:
You yawned quietly, lifting your arms into the air to try and stretch the comfiness of sleep away from your tired muscles. You blinked your eyes a couple times, adjusting them to the bright lights of morning and trying to rid yourself of the last remnants of sleep that tugged at you, making you want to lay back down. Why had you waken up so early again?
The subtle knock on the door grabbed your attention, that's why you were now awake, your eyes darted to your sleeping boyfriend. It was his home...should he be the one to answer the door? "Tighnariii...someone's at the door..." You said quietly, gently placing a hand on his chest and shaking him ever so slightly till his eyes fluttered open.
He groggily stood up making his way to the door, he pulled the handle opening it...then he stood there for a moment, his eyes widening. "What...what in sumerus name!" You quickly got off of the bed to see what the matter was...and there on his doorstep was a small twine basket. A light blue ribbon wrapped around the handle, soft blue blankets on the inside and write in the middle...a adorable baby.
You peeked outside seeing if the babies parents could be seen, but there was no one...had they really just been abandoned? You looked back down at the innocent small being, bright scared eyes staring back at you and small hands waving nervously around. "They look so scared..." You said quietly looking at Tighnari as you spoke, he only nodded in response...very carefully lifting the baby out of the basket.
You watched...awestruck, he looked so normal with a baby, his ears twitching slightly making the baby have sweet laughs, and the little ones itty bitty fingers wrapping around his gloved ones. Tighnari seemed to enjoy it too, his face slightly blushing as he did his best to calm the baby and make them laugh...you'd never seen him like this. You couldn't help but love it and wonder if maybe...that could be a future you shared with him one day...
Kazuha:
You snuggled deeper into Kazuha, his arms wrapped softly around you as the both of you laid lazily on the couch, enjoying eachothers company. You could stay there all day, in his embrace, listening as he recited poems and short stories about his travels...his voice so calming...so gentle, but sadly your time was cut short as you heard a sharp knock at the door.
"Oh...were you expecting someone?" He asked, sitting up slightly,...to your dismay. "No...not that I know of..." You bit your lip, standing up despite everything in you wanting to stay seated and quickly making your way to the door. You opened it only slightly, peering out to see who was at the door...but there was no one...untill you looked down, your eyes landing on what looked to be a handmade bassinet. Pastel purple and green ribbons lining the outside, with a soft blanket.
Most crazy though...was the small baby in the center of it all, it's teeny eyes filled with fear and the start of tears welling up in them. "What!" You pulled the door all the way open, hearing Kazuha rush to your side, the both of you staring down at innocent little one before you in utter shock. "How does this-Why would someone-Oh my gosh-!" You stuttered, unable to make a full sentence as your mind raced with thousands of thoughts and to add to the stressful situation...the welling tears started to crash down the babies face.
"Oh my..." Kazuha whispered, leaning down close to the baby and gently lifting them out of the bassinet. He held the teeny one against his chest, very softly bouncing and humming a melody you swore you'd heard before. Each movement so careful and thought out as the baby instantly started to feel at ease...there small tears drying quickly as they started to fall asleep.
Your face blushed a dark red, watching how easily he calmed the small being...how caring he was and how much the child seemed to love him...your heart couldn't help but skip a beat. It seemed so perfect...something you hadn't considered before now suddenly seemed like something you wanted so badly.
Wanderer:
(I use the nickname Scara here! Sorry this ones super long!)
You watched Scara thoughtfully, his attention focused on the thirty or so papers in front of him and his pencil tapping against the table in annoyance. You knew full well it wasn't because he didn't understand the project, in fact he probably knew more about it than most people, what actually annoyed him...was knowing he was being turned into a student of the akademiya against his own will.
You appreciated Nahida for helping him, taking care of him, but you also understood why he had such a difficult time adapting to such a new lifestyle. You wanted to support him as much as possible, so you stood up slowly as to not disturb him and went around so you were now behind his back, you wrapped you arms around from behind, being careful of his hat as to not knock it off his head.
He looked at you for a second, his expression unchanging, but you already knew he liked it otherwise he would have pushed you away by now, so you simply snuggled your face into his shoulder, your cheeks blushing slightly. For a split second you though he must have placed a kiss on your head before returning to his work...but there wasn't any way...right?
You didn't have much time to think about it as three quick knocks sounded on the door, each one loud and startling making you jump in suprise. Scara looked at you groaning slightly as he spoke, "Did you invite someone? I don't plan on socialising." You quickly shook your head backing away, you didn't speak to alot of people and no one ever came to your house even if you did.
He seemed to notice your fear, rolling his eyes in response he stood up from his chair and walked over to your door, pulling it open..."What the f-" "Scara language!" You cut him off, hurrying to the door to see what was so shocking...and there on the ground was what looked to be a fruit gathering basket. Inside was a fluffy pastel yellow blanket with smiling sunflowers on it, a handmade sunflower doll..and the cutest baby you had ever seen..
"I'm assuming...you didn't plan on having this delivered." Scara said with a sarcastic tone, his eyes searching the area for any sign of the person who had delivered the baby, but there was no one. "Of course not!...oh but they are so cute though." You smiled down at the little one, it's breathing so fast...the poor little one was scared. You reached down carefully lifting the baby out of the basket, wrapping them in their blanket and watching how Scara now stared at you.
"...should you really...touch it?" He asked, his words making you feel ever so slightly angry as you responded, "The baby isn't a it...and I'm not just going to let them sit there in the cold...scared...alone." Scaras eyes widened slightly, he knew what it was like to be thrown away...scared and alone....at least he was strong enough to bare it.
You gasped quietly as Scara gently took the baby from you, staring at the tiny being in annoyance as it's little hands played with the brim of his hat. "Ughh...it's not right that someone left you...you didn't deserve that." As he talked to the baby you could hear the hurt in his voice...and as you watched him converse with the small child...you couldn't help but smile. You never would have guessed he'd be good with children...
Xiao:
You shifted slightly under the covers, your body feeling heavier than normal, telling you to stay asleep and not leave the comfy confines of your bed. The soft pillow feeling even better than normal under your head and Xiaos arms tightly wrapped around you as he slept, his body heat making you feel warm and safe.
Alas it was not in the cards to stay in bed today as your eyes shot open, a loud knock sounding on your door, the noise making Xiao sit up right, his polearm in his hand as if he were going to attack someone if they walked into the room...he was really protective of you. "Xiao...calm down, it's okay, just a knock at the door...I have no idea who it is..." You grumbled sleepily, as you stood up stretching your muscles a bit as you walked to the door.
"Maybe I should open it...what if its someone dangerous." His voice was slightly deeper with sleep, but his bright yellow eyes were wide awake, focused on the door like it might explode if someone touches it. You couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the sight, shaking your head as you opened the door slowly, peeking your head out...
"Oh...oh my gosh!" You said in utter shock as your eyes landed on a sweet innocent face, a baby, who was staring up at you with bright sweet eyes and the cutest smile a little one could have. A soft pink blanket was wrapped around them as they laid in a woven basket, a couple toys along with what you could only assume, was a fresh bottle of milk.
You were so surprised by the tiny visitor you didn't notice that Xiao was now next to you, also staring down at the baby, his eyes holding something you had never seen before..."What should we do?" You asked quietly, your hands shaking as you looked out, attempting to see if there was anyone who could have left their baby, but there was no one...
"I...don't know. Maybe report it to the Millelith?" His words made sense, but you felt a sudden ache in your heart...you couldn't truly explain in words, it was like you wanted him to say he wanted to keep the baby. That feeling grew even more as you reached down, slowly lifting the little one up and into your arms where they held onto you tightly. "Awe...you're such a cutie!" You said as you giggled, gently tickling the baby till they made a sweet laughing noise.
Your eyes meeting Xiaos, he was staring directly at you and for a second you wondered if he should be holding the baby, you didn't have to think about it for long though. He took a step towards you, softly pulling you closer to him, your faces almost touching as he gently touched the babies cheek. "...for a mortal child...they are cute..."
Cyno:
Cyno sat next to you on the couch, in his hands a bunch of snacks and his deck of TCG cards, it was tradition for you both to play a game at least once a week. So far you had stuck to that tradition since it started and tonight would be no different as set out the dice, preparing your side of the board. "I'm gonna win this time! I can feel it!" You stated excitedly, feeling determined after your recent loss streak.
"We shall see." He also sounded determined, you could tell he was ready to play and that this was going to be a fun match. "Alright! I started first last time so this time it's your turn! Game on!" You chuckled loudly, watching intently as he took the dice, giving them a nice satisfying shake before letting them fall onto the board, their beautiful colours making you think of the elements and archons.
"And so it begins. No mercy." He sounded so silly and you absolutely loved it, his expert hands moving the cards, dealing considerable damage to your current line up while also giving himself a good set of support cards. Each one of his dice being used to the best of his advantage and his turn lasting longer than it usually did.
Just as you were about to roll for your turn, you heard a knock at the door and you hurried to get it, wanting desperately to get back to your turn and hopefully save your team from certain annihilation. You quickly pulled open the door, but suddenly you were completely knocked out of breath, the game suddenly unimportant as you stared down at the cause of the knock.
A sweet bassinet, lined with a soft pillow, a handmade baby blanket with small lion faces printed on it and a lion plushy. However none of that was what had caught you so off guard, it was the fact that inside all that cuteness...was a small baby, no older than 5 months, its face already blushed from the cold. "C-cyno!" You shouted, as you reached down picking up the bassinet carefully.
"...oh...is there something you've forgotten to tell me about?" His words held a slight sarcasm as he walked up to the two of you, softly tickling the babies chin and smiling slightly as the baby giggled. "Haha very funny. No I have no idea where they came from...or why someone would leave them on my doorstep..." You fingers gently grasped the little ones hands, they felt ice cold and so small compared to yours.
Cynos smile widened slightly as he watched you...perhaps it was time to start the game of life...
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marcellaasblog · 8 months
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Best friend Eddie Munson x best friend reader
Summary: Eddie knew what he needs to do but plans take a turn for the worst.
Warnings: so much angst ! Hurt/no confort
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When Eddie walked out that day he felt his heart snap in two he never wanted to hurt you or to see you cry ,he cares for you and loved you.
He needed to clear his mind and figure out what the hell he was going to do so he didn't bother stopping by your house for a couple of days until he felt like he was ready and because he needed to talk to beth but either way he was leaving someone with a broken heart.
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You haven't spoken to Eddie or seen him at all ,you locked yourself in your house sobbing into your hands as you stayed put on your bed ,you don't even remember the last time you took a shower you smelled and you knew that but you had no care in the world to even give a fuck about yourself you just sat and stayed still letting whatever happens happen.
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Eddie knew what he had to do and he needed to talk to beth immediately. He couldn't live in lie and sadness he had enough of that as a child and he wasn't going to do that to someone he loves or to himself.
Beth called Eddie out of work early today he didn't know why but she said she needed to talk to him.
Did you talk to beth?
Was she going to do the easy work for him and call it off.
Eddie rushed into the house leaving his work boots outside as he opens the door to see that the living room lights were dimmed and the table was set with Velvet red table cloth and a lit candle as dinner was already served for them.
What the hell was she going all out for? It's dinner.
Eddie called out Beth's name.
"boo"
"shit don't scare me like that beth."
"sorry I just wanted to surprise you ,so do you like it?" She asked sticking her hands out like a 5 grader trying to show off their school project.
"yeah I do baby what is this for?" He scratched his hair taking off his uniform top.
"well I did say I had some great news for us." She said kissing his cheek.
"It's now or never Munson". Eddie said to himself.
"great that's good but before you say anything I need to talk to you real quick."
Eddie tried to sit down beth as she held up her hands.
"WAIT NO MINE CAN'T WAIT ,SORRY IM JUST GONNA GIVE IT TO YOU ALREADY." beth giggles going behind the couch bringing out a small red bag.
"open please" she jumped in excitement
"beth please let me ta-" she cut him off
"omg Just open it."
Eddie's annoyed and irritated so he open the bag to see two plane tickets to Chicago.
His eyes go wide.
"what is this.?" He asked holding up the tickets
"well my dad wanted us to move over their with him you know get away from this hell whole."
No!
I don't want this,.
I don't want you.
I don't want any of this.
"uh why?" He asked setting the plane tickets on the table
"keep looking their is one more thing in Their."
Eddie removed all of the colorful tissue that was on top of the last gift he opened the box to see a cute little onesie saying "best dad ever".
Eddie's blood went cold and his face dropped.
"I'm pregnant Eddie and I asked my dad to buy us plane tickets to move so we can have a better future for our kid." Beth said rubbing her stomach as she cry's tear of joy.
"I'm gonna be a dad." Eddie voice wobble as he starts to tear up.
"yeah you are your gonna be the best dad." Beth cry's as Eddie Neals down putting his head on her stomach. Eddie cry's tear of happniess that he gets to be a dad but at the same time he sad that it was to late for you and him to ever happen.
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Another week goes by of doing the same thing but this time was differentm
you got up to put your dish away you heard a knock on your front door you looked out the peep whole only to see a head full of curls you didn't want to open it but you knew yall had to talk it out one day .
You slowly open the door peeking your head out squinting at the daylight.
"hey" Eddie said biting the inside of his cheek
"hey what's up what are doing here."
"can I come in?" Eddie asked as his eyes get teary
"why?"
"I need to talk to you and this is my only chance I have so please let me in baby." The pet name made your heart thump and you didn't like how he has such a hold over you .
You open the door letting him come in. He quickly sits down on the couch
"look I I can't be here for long so I'm just going to get straight to the point. y/n I love you so much ,I really do I fell in love with you the day you hit those jocks with that baseball bat after they jumped me , I fell in love with you when you sat with me at lunch I fell in love with you more when you were their when my mom died or when my dad went to prison you were always their for me and I never had that before it wasn't something I was use to and I'm sorry I'm hurting you I never meant to i-"
Eddie voice become shaky as he trys to finish his sentence.
"I love you the same way you love me and that love Will never go away,I'm sorry I ran out I was just stunned that you felt the same and I'm so so sorry sweetheart I don't want to hurt you but I know I'm about to .
Your lips wobbled as you bitting your tounge shifting uncomfortably in the sofa.
"I'm leaving Hawkins tomorrow"
You felt like your world was crashing you couldn't say anything your mouth was dry and your eyes were wet
Eddie didn't want to look up at you cause he knows his baby is crying Infront and he didn't want to see your red face and teary eyes knowing he was the one making you cry.
Eddie wipes his face with the back if his hand .
"Beth's dad got us tickets to move over their and I couldn't say no"
You were Angry sad frustrated wanting him just to leave right now.
"why couldn't you say no?"
Eddie took a deep breath before standing up from the sofa
"Beth pregnant"
You looked at him belief how can he confess his love for you then say he has a child on the way.
"your gonna be a dad" you cry out hysterically so happy for him .
"yeah I'm gonna be the best fucked dad I can be." He laughs wiping away his tears .
You didn't know what to say you him wanted out.
"well congratulations but I think it time for you to go."
"wait wait no please I'm only doing this for the baby I don't love beth I love you and im sorry it took me so long I'm so fucken sorry.
"Eddie please go."
Eddie grabbed both of your arms stopping you so he can see you one last time face to face.
you could see his teary eyes red nose and plumed lips.
"I promise I promise I'll be back for you okay I only love you I and I will never stop loving you but I'm not gonna leave my child like my parents left me I'm not gonna do that so please I'm begging you just to wait a little longer for me ." Eddie sobbed taking your face into his hands .
"please Eddie don't do this to me I can't ,not again" you cry feeling your heart burn in your chest.
"NO sweetheart I promise I'm coming back just give me some time , it was always been you." Eddie kisses your forehead laying his head on your."
You wanted to believe him but you couldn't.
"how do I know if your telling me the truth" you look up into Eddie eyes wiping away the single tear that slid down his cheek."
"by doing this."
Eddie grabs your face pressing his lips against yours,you didn't know what to do but you knew it wasn't gonna last so you savior the last bit of love you had for him. The kiss was messing he pulls you in by your ass sliding his tounge into your mouth feeling the hot tears stream down his face onto your cheek y'all both moan into the kiss never wanting to stop but then again Eddie wasn't your's and never would be.
You let go of his lips as Eddie trys to chase your lips crying at the sudden end of the taste of you on his .
"I think it's time for you to go now." You walk to the door opening it for him."
"baby I promise I'll be back for you Just give me some time and we can finally be together okay y/n? ." He said said walking out of your front door.
"I love you y/n please don't forget what we have."You nodded your head wiping your cheek .
"we never had anything Eddie and you know that,you are not mine."
" But I love you y/n" Eddie said standing still in front of your door full on crying not caring if your neighbors could here.
You didn't say anything back ,you slammed the door not taking his promises to heart because you know y'all were never gonna happen and you weren't gonna give your hopes up.
You were best friends and nothing more and maybe it should of stayed like that.
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ohmystaxk · 1 year
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Goodbye, My Dear Stranger (1)
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Pairing(s): (Jake Lockley x Reader) (Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader later on) [Pre-Moon Knight show]
Content/Tags: CONTENT WARNINGS AND MORE WILL BE ADDED WITH EACH PART. Strangers to friends to lovers, coffee shop “au/trope”, reader only knows Jake and Steven at first, Marc and Steven are not yet aware of Jake, Jake loves coffee, reader is Hispanic coded, non-explicit voyeurism (not at first), Sexual Harassment, Slow burn, future smut.
Word Count: 3.7k
Summary: It was an accident really, you never really tried to be nosey, yet you found your gaze shifting to the open windows of the apartment across the street from yours and so happened to have a perfect view into your neighbor’s home. There were no drapes to protect their privacy, so you would always be taking peeks in the middle of the night when you noticed a lamp staying on, a lonesome shadow pacing around, then sitting down for hours on end.
But you slowly found yourself falling into a routine. Leaving your lamp on during the night, opening your drapes and sitting down by the window as you work silently seemed normal until you noticed an addition to said unspoken routine between the two of you. That included a stranger starting to show up at your work to order coffee, always by himself, always quiet, and always seeming to be keeping an eye on you.
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The last lock on your door turned with a soft click and the door swung open as you let yourself into your loft. The light from the corridor illuminated the space inside, your shadow casted by the doorway. Then you clicked the speaker on the phone as you closed the door behind you. Luckily you had let the kitchen light on, allowing comfort into the empty place, flickering the main light switch, bringing it to life.
“Did he actually fucking say that to you?” A voice spoke from the phone. You laughed at your best friend's tone, even from halfway across the world it was like they were on the brink of strangling someone. You leaned on the table as you started taking off your heels. “What a dickhead! You dressed all nice and looked amazing. And he called you a bitch for not sleeping with him!? What a fucking idiot!”
“Too bad. He was decent looking.” 
You heard an exaggerated gasp coming from your friend.
“It’s always the nice ones! Man can’t do shit right I swear!” They said and you shook your head with a smile, grabbing your phone and walking towards the kitchen.
“Thank you, seriously. But what can I expect? Man was full of himself, all talk about what he does and how much he travels. He barely let me speak at all and then he goes on and on about how he was hoping for something else after. We were halfway through the dinner and was asking me to fuck. I thought my profile was easy to read.” You said, your eyes fell on the brand new bottle of red wine sitting on the fridge door, your mouth suddenly felt dry to the promise of the liquor.
“Fuck him. Good thing he actually ended up showing his true colors rather than later into anything.” Your friend then sighed as you grabbed the bottle and closed the fridge. “Holy shit, can’t believe I woke up early for you. It’s about to be seven in the morning now. I should probably get out of bed now. Anyway, love you, go to bed now.”
“Or maybe open a nice bottle of red.” They laughed and there was a pause. 
“Of course, you could alway open that window of yours and give a little show.” This time you gasped with a laugh.
“Good morning to you!” 
“Come on! The dude might be hot.” You rolled your eyes with a half smile.
“Could be, but I will never know. He could also be somebody's grandfather.” Your friend let out a snort and that made you laugh again.
“You got me there. Good night then, enjoy that nice wine of yours.” They said and ended the call after you said your goodbyes.
You moved around your small kitchen, grabbing a wine glass and a corkscrew. After pouring yourself a generous amount, you brought the glass to your mouth and the bittersweet taste made you close your eyes. You needed this, especially after that god awful excuse of a date. You knew it was too good to be true.
After turning off the main light, you found yourself sitting on the beat up loveseat you had set up right next to your window. The small coffee table next to it held the book you had been reading for the past three nights. There was something about the scenery that made you feel like one of those movie scenes. A cozy moment of welcome solitude. As your fingers itched to reach for it, the corner of your eyes caught a light coming from across the street. 
A very familiar light.
Your eyes betrayed you and focused their attention towards your neighbor's window. The window that just happened to be within your direct line of sight. Your view inside was limited, but that didn’t prevent you from seeing your neighbor pacing around the dark space of their condo.
Truth be told, this wasn’t the first time your eyes had wandered to the window. The first time was a month ago. You had gotten tired of working from your bedroom and decided some natural lighting would benefit you. So, you placed a small table by the living room window. The same window you were looking out of now. 
It was an accident really, you had started to notice that, around the same time every night, your neighbor would come home, turn on a few lights, yet not all. Then they would sometimes pace around, you would always catch a glimpse of a shadow sitting down on a chair, next to what you could only guess were books stacked on top of each other.
Ever since then, you had worked on that table, or sat down on the loveseat as you read something. Every time, your eyes would catch whenever your neighbor would get up and do something else. You didn’t understand why observing what other people did fascinated you, but it did.
Your neighbor had once again walked past the window and this time they stood there, their back facing you for a second. You brought the wine glass up to your mouth as you tried picking up your book with your free hand. Just as you opened the book, your glass still in hand, you noticed their figure move away from the window and disappear from your view. But it didn't take long for something else to catch your attention. They were turning on the main light, and your eyes slightly widened at the sudden realization. They had the lights on, not a lamp, but the actual lights. 
Their window was opposite from their kitchen and you were right, you could see piles of books all over the space. Of course, your field of vision was minimal with such distance but the dark allowed for some visibility. Then, you saw him, walking towards the kitchen with his back towards you. Dark curly hair, tan skin, long nose and body tight black t-shirt. That was your neighbor from across the street, the same one you shared a view of downtown, the same one that seemed to always be sleepless.
You felt your glass start to slip from your grasp, but tightened your hold of it. He turned around to walk away for a second, and you almost jumped off the couch thinking he could see you.  Maybe it was the distance, but he seemed too young to be somebody’s grandfather. Definitely around his late thirties, maybe early forties. And your friend was right. He was hot.
He appeared back within view and you dumbly stared as he cooked something, moving through the kitchen with ease and confidence. You downed the entire glass and stood up. One glass would not be enough. 
You made your way to the kitchen and poured yourself more wine. Your eyes shifted to your window, they were still cooking. Your phone still sat next to the bottle, you grabbed it and started typing a text.
‘ Yeah, definitely not a grandpa.’ And pressed send. Not even a second later, your phone chimed.
‘Wait...YOU SAW HIM?’ As you were about to reply, you stopped. 
Your gut twisted. Something felt wrong. 
Your heart dropped to your stomach as you looked towards the window. Your neighbor was now standing by his window, looking directly your way. You stood there. The light of your phone illuminating your face, and the light of the lamp casting shadows on your body. Before you realized it, you found yourself on the floor, crouching down, still holding your phone. 
He had to have seen you. But you were nowhere near the window. He was still cooking when you'd last looked, there was no way he had seen you staring. Unless he stared back too.
‘I THINK HE JUST FUCKING CAUGHT ME!!’ You texted in a sudden panic.
You knew logically it was impossible for him to see you, with how much light he had on. But even then, the idea made you feel embarrassed, that he would realize a random person would be staring into his flat.
‘Ooh! You’re in troubleee!’ Your phone pinged and you saw the text.
‘No shit!’ You locked the phone and the screen went black.
You slowly stood up, your eyes trying to find the window. When you did, you were glad to see him back in the kitchen, continuing with what he was doing.
“I need to go to bed.” You said to yourself.
You stood up fully, closed the wine bottle, and put it back in the refrigerator. You went to the lamp, turning it off and then towards the main light switch, killing all the lights in the place. 
You stood there in the dark for a second. The moonlight washed the darkness and you felt your eyelids feel heavy. 
Of course, you knew watching strangers wasn’t the most moral thing to do. It was an invasion of privacy and if it was the other way around, it would freak you out. You had caught a glimpse of him, so now you could stop. You should stop.
And you will.
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The doorbell rang, and two clients entered the coffee shop. You smiled at them as you placed down an order and called it out. You walked back to the register, wiping your hands on your apron. The clients seemed like a couple, standing shoulder to shoulder as they read the menu. As to look busy, you opted to observe the place.
There weren’t as many people tonight. Twelve people sat down with their drinks and baked goods. You were nearing closing time, about thirty minutes or so. The shop was owned by two women, one from Colombia and the other from Mexico who had seeked an opportunity to open a coffee shop and bakery with authentic pastries from their respective countries. 
The place was on the small side, but the decor made it seem spacious. It was a nice place, truly; an old accent brick wall while the rest were bone-white, hanging plants everywhere, thick wooden furniture, lots of frames with pictures of Mexico and Colombia. It was cozy, and aesthetically pleasing as some people that came in would often say. And not to forget how good a lot of the food was. Sadly it didn’t have much traffic, but had enough to pay the bills and have it standing.
“Excuse me, I was wondering, does the store carry any vegan options?” The question made you look at the girl. You politely answered that it in fact did and a few seconds later you were writing down on each cup their order and proceeded to prepare it. Today was only you, since Deanna had called in sick. The good thing was that it hardly got too busy for you to struggle by yourself. Although, whenever the Museum down the street got busy, the shop did too. Luckily tonight had not been the case, so you worked with ease, humming alongside the song playing in the shop.
Voy a navegar en tu puerto azul (I'm going to sail in your blue port)
Quisiera saber de dónde vienes tú (I’d like to know where you come from)
Vamos a dejar que el tiempo pare (Let's let time stop)
Ver nuestros recuerdos en los mares (See our memories in the seas)
Y esta soledad tan profunda (And this deep loneliness)
It had definitely been a good song for a slow night, made you feel like you were in a dream. Almost. Five minutes later, you were done with the couple’s order. You placed their pastries on two plates along with forks and spoons. You called out their order and walked back to the register. Your phone buzzed in your back pocket.
You pulled it out and saw a message from Deanna, asking if it had been busy during the night. Quickly, you sent her a reply telling her how it went, then asked how she was feeling. You put the phone back and opted to start cleaning around.
After cleaning three tables you went back to the prep station, where you wiped the counters with a towel. People started leaving after twenty minutes and five people remained seated. They seemed to be having a good time, but there were around ten more minutes until closing time. You had pretty much cleaned whatever you could without putting away much that could still be needed.
That was until the door bell rang, your eyes went towards the door. There stood a man who seemed rather out of place, in the sense that it seemed he had no idea why he had come in. You walked to the register with a polite smile.
“Welcome, feel free to look at our menu, unless you are ready to have your order taken.” You said and the man looked towards you. He had an Ivy cap on, something that was common for cab drivers to wear, perhaps he was one. Your smile faltered as you took in his features. 
Tan skin, long nose, dark hair, and around his late thirties. Of course this man could be anyone in London but he looked just like one man in particular. Your neighbor. The mysterious man from the window across the street, the same one you managed to catch a glimpse of just last night. Now, there he stood. He was in your shop now, standing there and goddamn did you hope your brain was playing tricks.
“I’ll take a look.” Was all he said after a second. That was not what you thought he would sound like. A close enough Brooklyn accent mixed with something else, something deep and rich. The kind of voice you would want to narrate an audiobook of your favorite romance book.
“Of course.” You said quieter than intended. He had barely looked at you. But, oh boy, were you staring. You looked at the table of five to distract yourself. They were deep in their conversation.
“Café de la Olla.” You snapped your head towards the man and frowned at him.
“Excuse me?” You felt dumb when he seemed to take in a breath, his brown eyes turning to yours. He looked tired, exhausted even.
“One Café de la Olla.” His Spanish was perfect. You heard no mispronunciation from that short sentence. That explained the accent you couldn’t quite place earlier.
“Of course. Yes, sir. So, it will be one Café de Olla. Anything else you would like?” When you said that, his eyes shifted to the display below the register, all the breads and pastries right there, waiting to be picked. Then his gaze shifted behind you, he frowned then.
“What does that mean?” He pointed behind you and your eyes followed. There was a chalkboard with the words ‘One medium drink and one cupcake of your choice for 10% off if you ask for SOTD!’
“Song of the day. We will recommend a song of our choosing from our shop playlist. I can write it down on the cup or on a napkin if that’s what you would prefer.” You explained and he stared at the words behind you for an awkward amount of time. You glanced back at the occupied table when you noticed someone standing up, immediately followed by the rest of the group.
“Napkin is fine.” He said. You looked back at him and nodded with a smile.
“Alright, do you have a specific cupcake in mind?” He looked down and then back at you.
“What do you like?” The question took you back for a second before you replied.
“Well, a couple, I have to admit. But Mrs. Cardenas makes the most delicious churros and chocolate mix. I guess that one is my favorite.” You smile genuinely when he seems to think it over.
“That one then.” He placed a hand on his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Before you could tell him the total, he dropped a bill two times the amount. “To go.” He then walked off and sat at the furthest table.
The group of five all started walking out of the shop, one of them thanked you for serving them, and proceeded to wish you goodbye. You grabbed the bill and put it to the side as you began to prepare the coffee. The music seemed quiet even though you knew, in reality, it was louder due to the silence between you and the man. You wanted to glance back, see if he was staring, since that was all you felt; a heavy gaze on you. 
After a few more minutes, you had everything ready to go. The coffee was all done, the cupcake in a small to-go box and inside a paper bag, and his change right next to them. You were placing some napkins when you remembered the song of the day offer. You grabbed the closest pen and wrote a song title on the napkin.
Solitud y el Mar by Natalia Lafourcade feat. Los Macorinos.
“Your order is ready.” You called out. And then the doorbell rang.
You turned to see two men walking in. One almost tripped while the other messily tried to keep both of them on their feet. You smiled apologetically at them as you leaned over the counter and closer to them in order to make sure they would be able to hear you.
“Hello. I’m sorry, but we are closing now.” They looked at you. They seemed to be around their mid twenties. The two bumped into each other and raised their eyebrows. 
You didn’t like that. Not at all.
“Seems pretty open to me, love.” His friend snorted at that.
“There’s our business hours by the door. We’re closed now.” You tried to be as polite as possible. However, they didn’t seem to get the message.
“Come on now! Can’t you just take our order? We’ll leave you a big tip.” The other said.
“Or two.” The first one continued and they laughed. You tried your best to remain calm.
You were so close to walking out right there and then.
“Sorry, but it’s store policy. You two have to go.” Once you said that, the second one walked up to the counter and leaned over, invading your personal space.
“She said it’s closed.” Another voice seemed to have caught him by surprise. Your assumed to be neighbor’s firm voice almost made you jolt. He was standing by your right side, now the two of you behind the counter. You noticed his jaw was clenched, the vein on his neck prominent. He had his eyes set on the two intruders.
“Where did you even come from, mate?” The second one asked, seemingly surprised he didn’t notice him when he walked in.
“She said it’s closed. So, you too better get the fuck out.” He placed his hand gently on your arm, pushing you away from the men and placing himself as a wall as if the counter wasn’t enough distance for his liking. The two men stared at him in disbelief,  but almost in a mocking way.
“Or what? We’re not leaving.” 
“You will, because I’m not allowing two hijos de puta talking like that to my wife and leaving unscathed.” Your eyes widened at that. You guessed that was one way to get them off your back.
“You’re married to this twat?” His friend slapped his chest, giving him a look to cut it off.
“The fuck you called me?” Your fake husband took two steps forward and yanked the guy by the collar, bringing him halfway across the counter. You reacted by grabbing the man’s bicep and squeezing it, your other hand laying flat on his back. The action seemed to remind him of your presence as he turned to look at you from over his left shoulder. The last thing you wanted right then was having to explain how three men had a fight inside the shop.
“We’re going, mate! Ain’t worth fighting over that.” The first one said to his companion as he eyed you. You scoffed at his comment. After a minute or so, your companion let go of the guy’s collar. With a little reluctance, the men left. 
You let out a deep breath, walking around the counter and towards the door, and  flipped the open sign to close.  
“¿Estás bien?” The man asked. You turned around to face him and you almost jolted backwards. (Are you okay?)
He was now standing close, a frown on his face, his eyes looked deep as he seemed to take in your features.
“Yeah, I’m alright. Thank you.” His frown deepened.
“¿Por qué?” You opened and closed your mouth. (What for?)
“For helping me, you didn’t have to.” He then laughed. A small and quick laugh but oh boy did you like the sound of it. 
“I sure did have to. Only a pussy would let others talk to a woman like that.” You almost laughed. Almost. Not only did he look pissed, he sounded upset as well. 
“Thank you, and I mean it. Sadly not many would actually do it. So, thank you.” You waited and then he seemed to understand.
“Jake.” It sounded good when he said it and you liked it. Definitely not a name you expected. But it fit him.
“Well, thank you, Jake.” You gave him a smile and he gave you a small one back. His eyes fell on the name tag on your apron and he sighed.
“I have to get back to work.” He said and you nodded.
“Of course. Your order is by the counter.” He nodded and walked towards his things, he grabbed them and walked back towards you.
“I’ll make sure they don’t stay around. Buenas noches, y gracias por el café.” With that he walked out.( Good night, and thanks for the coffee.)
You stood by the door as you watched Jake walk down the street until you could not see him anymore. You locked the door and made your way back to the kitchen. That was when you noticed the coins and bills still on the counter. “A big tip, huh?”
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They’ll Be Much More Interested In My Wife
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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader
AU: Hollywood film stars hiding their love.
WARNING: SMUT 18+/MINORS DNI
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Third Person P.O.V:
Los Angeles California, 1958
Hermione had moved to the States in 1955, a month after her 18th birthday, She had hugged her mother and father goodbye to pursue a career in the biggest film industry in the world.
She was destined to become a star.
Her soul yearned for it.
The young girl was cast fairly quickly due to her beauty and the seemingly natural talent she had for capturing her emotions onto film.
Hermione did many movies within the last few years, having to mask her accent for most due to the 'all-American girl fantasy' the whole word was stuck on.
Then again, she understood the charm.
She had reluctantly gone on dates with many male stars, all of them being less than fruitful as they talked on and on about their successful movies and Oscar wins.
On one of the days on the set of a 'romantic' war film, she was the lead. Y/n Y/l/n walked in dressed as a secretary, her character's 'roommate'. Whom she was supposed to fight with, in the next scene.
This movie had more secret gay underlining than straight movie buffs would ever realize.
She hoped the future generations would see it and appreciate the risks the writers took.
Y/n is a beautiful woman, always smiling as she read her lines, or laughing at something one of the stagehands said.
Hermione couldn't keep her eyes off her as they waited for everyone to be ready for shooting, their eyes met from time to time as Hermione sat in her chair with her legs crossed, her thumb holding her chin as she blocked her growing smile with her index finger.
This wasn't their first encounter, not even their second, and you could tell from the way they greeted and looked at one another.
It wasn't a surprise that in the time they lived in, openly dating someone of the same sex was a death sentence, with your career and literally.
They had first met a few months into Hermione's first year as an Actress, circling each other like predators.
It was a secret hostility they shared, since Y/n had a few years on her in acting, even though they were the same age, and considered Hermione a threat to her career when it came to the chances of getting leads in movies.
Y/n had been a child star, and Hermione even grew up watching her in the family-friendly movies she saw with her parents.
Hermione found her pretty then, and even more gorgeous now.
She had known of her feelings towards women for many years now, she honestly knew it was the whole reason she detested men.
Yet, she had to keep up the act. No journalist or paper could know how she felt, so if that meant unfulfilling dates and sex, so be it.
They only had a month left with each other until this movie wrapped up for editing, and the male lead, Joesph Cotten was hitting on them relentlessly.
(A/N: actual actor back then btw, but I know him best from Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte...also no idea if he was a lady's man, so consider this satire)
The girls just gave fake giggles and thanked him for his kind words before they were called onto the stage. They took their places and waited for the director to call the scene to action. Y/n sat at a desk while Hermione stood behind a door that led into the area.
"Action!"
Hermione walked into the room and shut the door behind her, Y/n didn't look up as she pretended to sign papers, she then glared at her.
"What are you doing here?" She whispered in her very convincing American accent as Y/n looked up and had a confused look on her face.
"Pardon me?"
"You told me that you were going to stay home today" Hermione states as she walks toward the desk and peeked past her and into the window that had her boss (Joseph) sitting inside talking to an associate.
"I'm a secretary for an important general of the U.S. Army, I can't call off because you told me to Lily" Y/n replied as she stood up and walked over to a filing cabinet, opening it to a slew of blank papers inside.
Hermione loomed next to her and stared at her face in a soft panic, the corner of their eyes saw the camera slowly make its way to capture their emotions.
"Please Mary, go home after lunch." Hermione whispers as she stands closer to capture Y/n's gaze.
This movie wasn't focused on expressions like the others they had been in, instead of close up of their faces to make a statement, it was told through body movement.
Yet, the gazes shared between them told another story, a relationship between a spy and her 'roommate'.
The whole plot was that Hermione's character, Lily Sullivan, is tasked by the United States military to coax a confession out of Scott Willis (Joseph Cotten) as an enemy of the country. When in reality, "Lily" was the one selling secrets to other countries, she was covering her tracks by killing Scott. The man that was hot on her trail.
Yet, she only says goodbye to one person before she goes on the run.
Mary, her 'roommate' for many years.
They end up leaving together.
The studio said it was a friendship built on lies but was still strong after everything. While Hermione and Y/n knew what it really was.
The girls have on-screen chemistry better than most male and female actors, the papers had said it paid off that they were such good friends off-screen.
"If it bothers you that much Lily, I'll go home after lunch. May I ask why with the urgency?" Y/n asks as she shuts the filing cabinet and Hermione freezes as she pretends to think of a reason.
"I'll explain everything to you later, alright?" She replies and Y/n nods with a bit of hesitation, before ultimately verbally agreeing.
"Okay, Lily."
Y/n then walks out of frame, leaving Hermione to act as if she was thinking deeply for a few moments as the camera zooms in closer.
Her eyes just flickered up and down Y/n's body as she stood a few feet away, it took everything in Hermione to not smile and ruin this take.
Y/n didn't smile, but the glint in her eye showed her that she was enjoying their little staring contest.
"Cut! Great job everyone let's take five and do the next scene with Y/n and Joseph, then will do another take of this after!" the director yells as a bell rings for their dismissal.
A few assistants crowded around the girls as they were pulled towards their chairs for any hair or makeup fixes.
It was late into the night, and they were behind schedule due to a broken camera last week. So today everyone was forced to pull an all-nighter and come back the day after next.
Hermione loved an all-night shooting, it happened once in a blue moon, but when it did?
Y/n came home with her.
No paparazzi would be staying out late to catch them holding hands inside her car, where they could hear the giggles as she chased Y/n into her home and kept the lights off.
Where they would worship each other without fear of being caught by unwanted eyes.
Oh, Hermione loved all-nighters.
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When the set was closed and everyone had gone home for the...well it was 3 A.M, so morning. Hermione parked her car behind the studio and waited for Y/n to jump in, the walls were high around the Hollywood set buildings, and even bushes blocked anyone dumb enough to try and climb it for a rare photo.
Hermione loved it when the entire studio was almost vacant, besides the security that watched the gates. They never cared that Y/n had been coming with Hermione to set every morning, or that they left at night together too.
Everyone knew they lived close by, so in their heads, it was just carpooling with a good friend. Of course, the tabloids wouldn't see it that way during all-nighters like this. Where she didn't drop her off at home, or at times where they didn't even make it out of Hermione's garage.
She couldn't keep her hands off her all-American girlfriend, and Y/n couldn't stay away from the British Vixen.
Y/n emerged from the shadows beside the building and quickly slipped into the passenger side of Hermione's 1957 Chevy Bel Air.
"Hello my darling" the Brit whispers as she looks around for any prying eyes, then kisses her cheek softly.
"Hiya doll, did you have as much fun as I did on set?" Y/n asks as Hermione starts the car and drives off to the exit, her hands were aching to touch her like she wants to.
"Very much, but Joseph needs to back off" Hermione mutters as they turn into a small alleyway between two set buildings. The windows were down, the air softly blowing on their faces.
"Awe, still jealous that he grabbed my ass?" Y/n snickered as her girlfriend groaned softly as she thought back on the action from earlier today.
They both knew that if they wanted to get far in this world, they had to let a few hands touch them without objection.
The women could only hold back slaps to the face when this happened, and act as if it didn't bother them.
Of course, when Hermione watched their male lead grab her girlfriend's ass, it took everything in her not to stake her claim in front of everyone.
"I'm not jealous. I'm pissed" Hermione responded as they pulled up to the security guard, who smiled at them as he came up to the passenger side window.
"Get some rest Ms.Granger and Ms.Y/l/n," He says as they smile back at him as he walks towards the gate and opens it for them.
The car crept out into the street and then turned to the start of their way home. Y/n looked out towards the high-end clothing stores, their display windows dim, but you could see the shine the fashion produced.
"I'm still surprised you haven't gone shopping during our lunch breaks," Hermione says as she catches her stare, to which Y/n chuckled in response.
"No time, you know our 'breaks' are only fifteen minutes" Y/n sighed as she looked back at Hermione. They were stopped at a red light, the glow of all the street lights illuminated Hermione's face as they stared at one another.
"I've missed you as of late my love" Hermione whispers as she rests her hand on the space between them, her palm open and ready.
(A/N: this was in the days when there was no center console in between the front seats so you could literally lay someone down in the front and have a grand old time lol)
"We've seen each other almost every day for the last three months" Y/n replied as she slipped her fingers between her girlfriends. Hermione squeezed slightly and hummed in dissatisfaction at her lover's answer.
"I know, but if I had it my way, I'd hug and kiss you after every scene and performance you gave" Hermione whispers as she notices the streets are empty, no cars coming or going, or even a single person walking the lonely sidewalks.
"You just want to find every reason to touch me" Y/n whispers back as Hermione looks around them one last time before through the car in park and unbuckling herself, leaning over their intertwined hands.
"If God told me touching you was a sin, I’d go down to hell with a grin on my face" Hermione states as she kisses Y/n's neck, leaving a bright red lipstick stain in its wake.
A guilty moan slipped past Y/n's lips as her girlfriend happily nipped and kissed her sensitive skin like a hungry mosquito.
"Hermione" Y/n warns as she feels a hand land on her knee and slowly trail under her skirt. Her eyes fluttered closed and snapped open multiple times as she kept watch for any signs of life.
Hermione's fingers traced the lining of Y/n's undergarments, earning another moan as she leaned her head back.
Suddenly Hermione backed away and put the car back in drive, but her hand grasped Y/n's thigh and pulled her close enough to not raise any suspicion.
Y/n looked back up and realized a car was coming up behind them, thankfully the light turned green and they were on their way.
Hermione was now only less than an arm's length away, which worked in her favor as she hooked her fingers around the fabric covering Y/n from the greedy hands of her girlfriend.
"Hermione are you-"
"Shhh, just enjoy our extended ride home" she states as she pulls her garments away enough to slip her hand under it with less resistance.
Hermione kept her nails short, which was unusual for most actresses, but she cared about her Y/n more than nonsensical questions from the media about her defiance of social norms.
If only they knew.
Her fingers slowly circle Y/n's clit as she turned onto a back street neighborhood.
Y/n's legs spread slightly as Hermione trailed down her folds, teasingly slipping the tip of her finger inside her, and then removing it swiftly.
Hermione just chuckled as Y/n moaned softly, and looked at her with pleading eyes as they cruised down the quiet neighborhood.
"Be quiet my love, as much as I want the world to hear how good I make you feel, you have to be quiet" she whispers as trailed back up to her clit and gently pinched it. Y/n hissed and gave a glare to the side of her head, to which her girlfriend chuckled in response as she stared at the road.
The pads of her fingers seemed to apologize for her as she soothed the bundle of nerves with small circular motions.
Hermione slowly halted at the stop sign and let her eyes fall onto her beautiful co-star as she tried to bite her lips from moaning in pleasure.
"Lay your head on my lap" she whispers as she retracts her hand and lets Y/n lay down on her thighs.
Hermione could see her underwear had fallen below her knees, peaking out under the skirt, showing the beautiful purple she was wearing,
The Brit's hand snuck back under the fabric of her skirt in desperation, feeling her fingers begin to coat with her slick as she traced her folds again.
"Please Hermione" Y/n pleads in a hushed voice as she grasps the seat in agony. Hermione cooed in response as she turned onto a long narrow street, finally slipping two fingers into her lover's aching entrance.
A moan got caught in Y/n's throat as her head was thrown back in pleasure, a hand grasping Hermione's shirt so she wouldn't crack the leather of her car.
Hermione stalled her fingers and buried them deep inside of her favorite girl, watching from the corner of her eye as she squirmed under her touch.
"Fucking tease!" Y/n whispers as Hermione curls and separates her digits inside her. A soft chuckle left the woman's throat as she continued her sweet torture.
"But you feel so nice around me, can you blame my passion for you?" Hermione asks as her eyes darted around the road, feeling her cunt quiver around her fingers.
"Are you going to cum just from my motionless hand?" She teases as she curls them again, Y/n's mouth hangs open from the sensation.
"You know, if we had soundproof dressing rooms, I'd fuck you senseless during every break. No matter how short it was." Hermione admits as she begins thrusting her fingers at a slow and calculated pace.
"W-We'd never get anything done" Y/n replies between her groans, to which her girlfriend chuckled again.
"Oh my love, if you weren't so headstrong about acting, I would have moved us out to the middle of nowhere by now, so I can have you like this all the time" she whispers as the car rumbles over a pothole, causing the vibrations to stimulate Y/n for a moment.
"Oh god" She whispers as Hermione's pace speeds up slightly, quiet lewd sounds fill the space. If anyone got close enough to the open windows, they would certainly hear the heavenly noises.
Jazz played from the only lit house on the block, tons of people stood within its walls as the starlights drove by.
"Would you like to host parties if our kind is ever allowed to love freely?" Hermione asks as the curling of her fingers becomes more constant with each thrust.
Y/n tried to respond, but the curve of Hermione's palm began to rub against her clit in delicious circular motions.
"You'd be a cute little host, I'd smile proudly as you greeted our friends and introduced me as your lover" Hermione whispered as they turned onto a street that was a straight shot to their homes.
Y/n's hands grasped Hermione's forearm as the pit of her stomach began to tighten familiarly. It took everything in the woman not to dig her nails into her girlfriend's skin, knowing that the bruises would be hard to cover up with makeup.
"You're going to cum already? I was ready to drive around the block a few times" Hermione hums, but the smug and teasing tone didn't slip past Y/n's fading coherent thoughts.
The Brit quickened her pace, noticing cars she recognized all too well, that were parked around the corner to their homes. Also her hand was starting to cramp at this angle.
Fuck, why are they out here?
Paparazzi are waiting nearby, ready to pounce on the women unprovoked from the open windows. She should stop, and just ask Y/n to, loudly, ask her in for a quick drink in case any cameras were watching them.
But, Hermione was too enamored by the fact that only she could bring Y/n to this state. Feeling her body squeeze and tremble around her fingers was delightfully maddening.
Hermione continued down to Y/n's home, they had maybe less than a minute.
"Cum for me my love, we're almost to your house" Hermione whispered as her palm slapped against her clit in a frantic motion from her thrusting.
Y/n's mouth hung open as she uncontrollably dug her nails into her lover's skin. Oops.
Hermione watched from the corner of her eye as Y/n's legs shook and a generous amount of slick covered her fingers, dripping onto the fabric of Y/n's skirt.
"F-Fuck!" Y/n moaned quietly as her head pressed into her girlfriend's lap, and her back arched from the pleasure. Dots of white poked holes in her vision as she stared at the ceiling of the car.
"I think some of our 'friends' are waiting for us." Hermione commented as she reluctantly pulled away her hand and sucked them clean. So she wouldn't ruin her steering wheel...obviously.
Y/n didn't even give herself time to recompose, slipping her underwear back around her hips and sitting back up. Even after a quick session in the car, Y/n still looked as if she had just come out of makeup.
A bright red lipstick stain shined through the dark.
"Don't forget my signature on your neck" Hermione chuckled as Y/n quickly rubbed away the stain, not wanting to take any chances with the journalists.
Hermione had been right, when the headlights hit the tree line when she was turning into Y/n's driveway, two photographers were waiting for a chance at a picture of Y/n or herself bringing home a costar.
Technically it would be true, but they would just say that they two shared drinks after a long day on set. Oh to be so naïve.
The girls acted as if they didn't see them, instead as Y/n got out of the car, she asked her 'friend' in for a cocktail and to talk about some...unfinished business.
Hermione accepted and shut off her car, locking it behind her as she got out. They could hear the clicking of cameras as they walked to the front door. It took everything in the English woman to flip them off.
They slipped into the house with ease, Hermione watched Y/n lock the door and flip on the living area light. She signaled her to follow, and they instead went upstairs and stepped into her bedroom.
It was pitch black, but Hermione knew this room better than her own, so she easily made her way onto the bed.
Somewhere in the darkness, she could feel Y/n's eyes on her, Hermione then felt a hand start from her calf and trail up to between her thighs.
Goosebumps were left in its wake.
"Let me return the favor, won't you Granger?"
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bruh-anator3000 · 9 months
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CAT-astrophic
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A/n: *pushes rock I live under over and peeks out of the black abyss* Hey, have you guys seen a Car Wash Miguel fic anywhere? I don't know what happened to it but it's no longer here. Might've escaped... anyways, watch this cat for me while I look? Thanks. And don't mind the hot homeless dude who talks to him, they're bonding. *returns into the depths of the void*
Summary: A hot dude won't stop talking to your cat, it's kind of freaking you out.
WC: 1.7k, edited by google docs...
Pairing: Miguel x GN!Reader
Warnings: crack fic, Spider-cat's real name is Sir Jeffords bc i said so, clueless reader, pro outdoor cat (i'm not actually, keep ur cats safe pls), future-ish?, accidentally snuck in some world building, in Lyla we trust 🙏, Miguel in tight clothing bc I also said so, and wait wtf are you doing with a dead rat miguel, AND WTF IS THIS WHITE STUFF DUDE?!
Also no Spanish bc I've done some research and those who do speak it have asked non-native speaker to avoid it, to prevent bad google translations and maintain respect!
Okay, enjoy~
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You were about to head in for the night when you were not tripped by your cat for his dinner. After a quick search around your apartment, you sighed upon realizing he was still outside. Shrugging on a coat, mismatched slippers, and grabbing a flashlight, you went out to look for him.
Plenty of people told you to keep your cat inside. That it was vital to their health to keep them safe indoors. There were plenty of articles stating the cons of letting a domesticated cat roam freely outside with no supervision. They were also written 80 years ago. The world has changed since then, drastically.
Sure, it would still be smart to keep Sir Jeffords inside. Less late night searches for him, no more worrying if that scratch on his right paw was from running too fast along pavement or something worse. But he came from the life of an alley cat, and no matter what you tried, he had to be out there for a few hours a day. Last time you tried to stop him, he went under your radar for three days. You had a panic attack, worried he didn't love you anymore, but he did eventually come back. Chipper and eager, and he made sure you left his cat door unlocked.
The streets were cleaner than 80 years ago. The people were kinder. The city more accommodating to everyone, even stray animals. Sir Jeffords was mirco chipped, and even if it didn't work for tracking half the time, the shelter folks could scan his neck and drop him back home.
There were no pounds or pest controls anymore, just volunteers who helped poor animals stay warm. And find whoever left them in the streets. It was a crime to leave them now, resulting in 6 months of detention if caught dumping your animal friend into the alleys.
Jeffords was a smart cat. He knew what he was doing. You trusted him. In the event of something bad happening, you made him swore he would come find you right away. Though he couldn't speak, his tail wrapping around your pinky seemed solid enough.
You called out his name, followed by a few 'pspspsps's to really seal the deal. Your flashlight shining in the darker corners of the streets he may be hiding in. Cats and their dark, unreachable corners, Sir Jeffords fell victim to any cozy spot he could barely tuck himself into.
It wasn't until a few blocks away, a little past the bank, when you heard a meow. Very similar to his, you quietly sped your pace, wanting to grab your kitty and go home. The closer you got, it seemed more like he was responding to someone else more than you.
"-and your service is always appreciated." You heard a deep voice whisper. Their voice a grumble echoing through the alley they hid in. "You're one of our best." Your brows pinching together, you turned the corner of the bank, flashlight illuminating your fluffy orange cat. Who was rubbing up against the shin of a random man.
He looked up at you, eyes darkened as he blocked your flashlight with his large hand. They almost seemed red as he stayed squatted, Sir Jeffords head butting his knee. His face pure sharp angles, with a scowl permanently in place. His black shirt a tight, compressing fit. Clinging to each muscle and vein in his arm, stopping halfway down his bicep. His calves just as impressive. His shorts doing nothing but making him look even hotter.
Wait, no. This was a random man, he wasn't hot.
You lowered the light and gave an awkward smile. Seemingly unimpressed, his hardened gaze turned back to your cat. "He's yours?" He asked, voice rumbling low in his chest. With a nod, he added, "He's... cute."
Okay, maybe he was a little hot.
"Right?" Your smile smoothed into something more natural. "He's the cutest cat to ever exist." You lowered yourself down onto your knees with a soft baby call. Sir Jeffords trotting into your lap happily, orange fur swaying with his steps.
Your hand ran through his silky fur. Tension easing from you as you held him close again. Though his three day disappearance had yet to happen again, you still worried. He was your precious baby, after all. The one you shared everything with, and he never once judged.
Your fingers caught on something sticky, stopping short of his lower back. Pulling your hand away, strings of white followed, sticking to your fingertips. The feeling moist and far too clingy for comfort. A disgusted shiver ran up your spine at the horrible sensory.
The man stood then, tossing a tissue at you as he did. His gaze stayed on your cat, never faltering. He pushed his dark hair away from his face, still scowling.
Glancing between your hand and the man that now towered over you, you almost gagged. This wasn't... his, right?
"It was the rat." Like he read your mind, the mysterious stranger held out his other hand. A dead rat laid in his palm.
"That... doesn't make me feel much better." You suppressed another full body shake, quickly wiping your hand off. This guy may be extremely attractive to look at but the longer you stayed there, the more uncomfortable you got. "How would a mouse... And what is this?" You felt yourself getting sick as you held the tissue out, the white stuff now sticking to the paper instead
"Webs. And, it's a rat." He stated with a straight face. More angry at your confusion than anything. "Chased him through some spider webs."
You let out a soft 'oh.' But that didn't explain why he was holding onto the dead rat.
And he let it stay that way. Instead of reading your mind like he had been this entire time, he just... walked off. With a dead animal in his grasp. Without a word.
Your confused gaze turned to your cat, knees beginning to ache from the pressure of concrete beneath. Sir Jeffords purred into your stomach loudly.
"You're not allowed to hang out with that guy, ever again."
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"Christ!" Miguel tossed the rat at the wall, hearing him curse. The small animal glitched into a grown adult, body morphing sickly. "That..." The villain panted, rubbing at his neck. Bruises from how tightly he was held already forming there. "... was not what I was expecting."
Miguel squatted back down, balancing on his toes as the hologram of regular clothes shifted back into his suit. "You chose to become a rat, in a world whose Spider-Man is a cat." He slammed down a disk, red netting encasing the fool. "That was your own fault."
"It was the only way I could get into the bank!" The villain squeaked. Miguel tuned out almost immediately, eyes turning to his watch. Setting the portal to his universe, and making sure he wasn't needed elsewhere. He entertained the villain in a tacky grey suit with distant hums and 'oh, yeah, uh-huh's. It was best to just let them get it out of their system then try to shut them up.
"And I would've gotten away with it, too! If it weren't for you and your cat!" The shape shifter writhed in the nets.
"Sound like a damn Scooby-Doo villain." Miguel stood up with a huff. He would never admit it, but Hobie used the term so often, he had to look up what he was referencing. Only to end up watching the first few seasons. He had to stop around the third season, a sick sense of deja vu hitting him with a bat. The cartoons reminded him too much of the daughter he never really had.
With a sigh, "Lyla," He called.
The AI appeared before him, wearing a shit eating smirk. He opened his mouth to command something else when she beat him to it. "You should've asked for their number."
"What?" Miguel's head snapped up, eyes wide.
"They were cute, should've asked them on a date." She glitched to his side with a teasing laugh.
"Lyla, I... no." He grumbled, flicking at his watch.
"Oh, you know?" Miguel tried to smack her away, only for her to reappear on his left shoulder. "You should go back, then."
Miguel glared at her, ignoring how the tips of his ears began to burn. "I can't, its-"
"Not a canon event." They said at the same time. Lyla rolling her eyes behind her heart-shaped glasses, Miguel focusing on creating a portal. "You're such a loser, you know that?" She huffed and puffed, spawning with her back turned to him.
He tried to reach out with a heavy breath, but she moved further away. This time sitting with her arms crossed and pouting.
"They were cute." The villain nodded from his fetal position on the ground. Earning a glare from the two. Shrinking further into himself, the shape-shifter apologized.
Miguel thrust his forearms forward, his mantis blades catching on the fabric of time. Ripping them apart with a grunt. Orange and purple twisted in front of him, and he grabbed a hold of the red netting the anomaly was in.
"Meet me back at HQ," He spoke to his AI with a nod. Foot already in the portal, he turned to cast a menacing glance at Lyla. "And do not try anything."
She held up her hands in defense, watching the portal close behind him. It wasn't like she even had to do anything - not anymore. She already slipped his multiversal number into the collar of Spider-Cat. All that needed to happen was you either found it, or it fell out. Lyla just had to wait to see which option would be canon.
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sednonamoris · 9 months
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love, too, will ruin us
Pairing: John Price x gn!reader
Summary: You and Price take advantage of a rare sunny day in England over leave. The brief foray into civilian life has your imagination running wild.
Warnings: Penetrative sex (vague), strong language, mild angst, fluff, two raging nationalists in a relationship
Word count: 1,497
A/N: Resposting the fourth installment of my ‘hellhound’ series (cross-posted to AO3) bc tumblr ate the end of the last one and I didn’t catch it until just now 🤦‍♀️ Reading the others isn’t technically necessary but they do provide context for Price and Hound’s relationship - cheers!!
It’s cruel to let yourself dream of domesticity, but when he fucks you slow in late morning light it’s hard not to imagine every day starting this way. Images of a shared flat join the stars behind your eyelids when pleasure overwhelms your senses. Breakfasts for two accompany the taste of him on your tongue. You hear phantom rows over whose turn it is to do dishes between hot breaths panted into your neck.
War brought you together, so long ago now, but who might you be without it? Is there a future where you won’t watch him bleed out full of bullet holes? Where you both come home for mornings like this and stay? 
John’s teeth graze the skin of your neck and you shiver.
“Distracted, are we?” he teases past the dark blue lust in his eyes. 
“Oh, you know,” you say like you weren’t just lost in maybes and almosts and wouldn’t it be nice somedays. “Fancied a birdwatch this morning, but someone just couldn’t get enough of me. All I’ve seen so far is the English Morning-Woodcock.” 
The roll of his eyes is heavier than the press of his warm body on yours, and you can’t help the grin that steals across your face.
“You think you’re so clever,” he groans. 
“Up here for thinkin’,” you quip back, half breathless. It becomes a moan when he pistons his hips into yours just so. 
“Down there for dancing, is that how it goes?” Smug bastard.
“We’ll make a proper Irishman of you yet.”
He shakes his head to hide a smile, crooked and unguarded in the lines of too-bright sunshine that peek through slatted blinds. “Shut up and let me fuck you.” 
“Yes, sir.”
“Cheeky,” he warns before kissing the smile off your lips. 
You can’t find it in yourself to mind as he guides your body to the peak of its pleasure, hands tracing familiar skin, scars, sins. Yours wander over him as well, fingers running against the hairs on his chest, palms smoothing over battle scars, nails raking down the span of his shoulders. He comes undone with a sigh of your name so sweet that the pleasant ache between your legs dulls in comparison to the one in your chest. 
You’ll never get tired of how much you love him. You’ll never not want to keep him here with you in these quiet moments forever.
But this, as ever, is a momentary reprieve. You settle back into crisp white hotel sheets and stretch your limbs after a morning spent twisted in every position. John presses a warm kiss to your forehead before he rolls over to use the bathroom. He comes back with a wet rag - just the perfect temperature - to clean you up. 
“Did you have anything else planned over leave?” you ask.
He looks up from between your bare thighs with a spark of mischief in his eyes. “The only thing I ever plan on is you, love. Could stay here all day if you let me.”
The smile that overtakes your face is wide and entirely sappy and you see it mirrored in the creases at the corners of his eyes. 
“Well I have plans,” you say. “Get dressed, you’re coming, too.”
“Please tell me your plans involve more than going to the chippy up the road,” Price says. 
“Obviously,” you roll your eyes at him as you join the queue. “We’ll have a nice stroll in the park, too. Can’t stay inside the one day it isn’t pissing rain in England.”
He shakes his head. “Coming from a Paddy.”
“Your Paddy, so watch it, cunt.” 
The woman behind the counter interrupts your bickering to ask after your orders. John pays for you both, but not without a cheeky comment from you about reparations that even the chip lady laughs at. 
When you step back out into the street the hustle and bustle of London greets you. The sun shines bright and unabashed by the smattering of clouds in the early afternoon sky - fluffy and white, for once. The shopfronts you pass by are crowded, full up with loudly dressed passers-by and lively conversations that echo across busy streets. Everyone and their mother is out enjoying the day. After so long on the job crowds like this can set your teeth on edge, but the park isn’t that far, now.
Parents and lovers and little old ladies have set up on blankets across the sprawling green lawns. Children race across the green with wild shrieking laughter. Some play tag and others pilot kites and more still chant childhood songs and beg their parents to join in. Wicker baskets with packed lunches wrapped in wax paper and love dot the landscape, one for every picnic blanket making its biannual appearance along with the sunshine. 
John’s hand is warm in yours as you drag him over to the one unoccupied bench. Dappled sunlight filters through the shade of the chestnut trees that line the little paved path and streaks the blue of his eyes with gold when he looks over at you. Side by side, the two of you enjoy the day. You eat your meal in pleasant quiet, occasionally stealing one of John’s chips just to see that fond exasperation he saves for you cross his face.
He takes the trash for the both of you to the bin once you’ve finished. You take the time to appreciate his soldier’s physique in light civilian clothes. His smile is warmer than the sun on his return, and you feel yourself burn up with it.
“Thank you for this, love.”
You lean into his side and watch the old man feeding the pigeons and the single mother wrangling her gaggle of children and the teens awkwardly holding hands. “Sometimes it’s easy to forget why we do it. What we fight for,” you say.
He hums something like an affirmative. 
“I like stealing moments like this,” you continue. “Neither of us is ready to retire - might not ever be, and that’s the truth - but it’s nice to imagine, you know? Getting old and settling down and doing daft shite like taking a weekend off and going to the park.”
He wraps an arm around your shoulder and squeezes, leans over to press a kiss to your temple.
“You could have that with someone else, you know,” he says with the quiet sadness that eats at him always. 
“What’s an old war criminal like me got to offer anyone but an old war criminal like you?” you scoff, only half teasing. He doesn’t laugh. “Thought you’d figured out by now, I don’t want that with someone else - anyone else.”
The sigh he lets out rattles his whole body. He turns, then, taking your hands in his and looking you right in the eye. You suddenly feel exposed in the wake of such a confession, even though you’ve lost count of the times and ways you’ve told John you love him. There’s a seriousness and gravity to his expression that has you holding your breath. 
“I love you, too,” John Price says. There’s an apology in the depths of his eyes - for taking so long, for wasting the time you’ve had together, for a thousand other things you’ve already forgiven him for - but all you can think is finally. Finally he says it. Out loud. In the park. Under the sun in the sky for everyone to see. “Can’t promise you anything but myself, and it’s a poor prize, but you’re just mad enough to want it.” 
You grin so wide it hurts, and he can’t help but mirror with a smile of his own, eyes crinkled and sparkling.
“Barking mad,” you agree, and kiss him before he can complain about the awful pun at a time like this. 
It’s chaste - you’re still in public - but it somehow feels more passionate than the open-mouthed kisses you’d branded on each other’s bodies just a few hours earlier with only skin to separate you. Right there on the park bench you tear your heart out of your chest and hand it to him, dripping and bloody and raw but his all the same. 
You’re still smiling when you pull away. He ducks his head, cheeks flushed. Even after so long together he’s unprepared to take the full force of your affection.
“In this imaginary retirement of yours,” he asks after a moment, “do we have a flat?”
You hum an affirmative. “A nice cosy one. In Ireland, obviously. You won’t catch me dead retired in fucking England.” 
“Oh?” he challenges with a crooked smile. “Had my heart set on Liverpool, right next to the stadium. I’ll get us season tickets, we can go to every game.”
“I’ll fly you out to every bloody game if that’s what it takes, just spare me, please,” you groan. 
He laughs. It’s a sound so easy to imagine forever to. 
For the second time today, you let yourself.
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saiyanprincessswanie · 11 months
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Sneak Peek - Mine 3
Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 3730
Series Warning: (N)ON/(D)UB CON, Swearing, Angst, (P)ossessive Behavior, Jealousy, (K)idnapping, Male (M)asturbation, (S)omnophilia, (D)rugging, Light (B)ondage, (P)hysical Fighting, Rough (S)ex, C-hoking, Female and Male (O)ral, (B)reeding (K)ink, Multiple (O)rgasms, (F)orced (O)rgasms, (S)panking
Please READ the Warnings!! These will be touched on throughout the series.
Summary: Steve is determined to win you over even if you’re denying your feelings. When an opportunity presents itself to flee or stay what decision do you make?
A/N: Sorry for the long wait with this fic. I have been dealing with a lot of health issues. Hopefully, this is worth the wait.
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You woke to the soft sounds of birds chirping outside the bedroom window. You were laying in the middle of the bed when you slowly sat up. Your eyes scanned the room and found Steve sitting in a chair opposite of you. Instinctively you backed up against the headboard. The clink of your bracelet caught your attention and you tried to pull it off.
Steve scoffed. “You can try all you want but that won’t come off unless I allow it. I told you already that bracelet makes you just like everyone else, a normal human with no serum giving you strength.”
“All of this because you want a future with me. I told you I liked you, Steve. This…” gesturing around the room. “This is crazy.”
“This is not crazy. This is what love is. I love you and want my future with you. Don’t you see I thought I lost my chance at happiness when I went into the ice all those years ago? Someone else came out and I gave up on that dream. That is until you came into my life. You make me want to have a life with a family.”
“That’s not what I want…”
“Lies! I know you love me deep down inside your heart. You’re just too mad to admit your feelings now, but in time you will. You will love me, crave me, and in the end, we will have a family cause that is what you always wanted.”
“I won’t and definitely not with you.” You defiantly responded. 
“There ya go being stubborn and acting like you have no feelings. Let’s talk about that. The stolen glances you would give, the flirting you always did, and last night we made love. You moaned my name and begged for more. No longer will you look at me as just a friend. Going forward it’s us now. Who knows after last night it could be the three of us.”
The thought of Steve never using protection last night would have upset you but you were on birth control. A dark chuckle came from Steve as he could see the wheels turning in your head. 
“Yeah about that doll. Your birth control is obsolete. Thanks to Tony I was able to give you a shot that took care of the birth control problem, and made you completely fertile so we could start a family right away. Don’t worry if that didn’t work then we will just have to try harder next time.”
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dozing-marshmallow · 6 months
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helloo!! the og nibling requester here (hehe i gave myself that nickname :] ) okay, i've kinda got two ideas!! nibling!reader getting comfort from chris (n had an argument with someone, you can pick who) or, gn!reader x chris having a snow day :] you can pick either! thank you for the amazing stories <33
AWW HELLO AGAIN MY LOVE!❤️ Welcome back to my blog, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for long! Thank you so much for your well meaning words, you are such a beaut, but really, you should be thanking yourself for giving the amazing requests! As always, I hope you enjoy!💗(and feel free to request the other idea again if it’s something you want to see in the future!)
CHRIS MCLEAN X NIBLING! READER HEADCANONS (PART 7)
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It’s another school break, and you’re back.
Back on your uncle’s couch, watching TV.
You thought you had imagined it, but keeping your attention longer on the window rewarded you with the reality of the consistent fall of the watery fluff.
You come closer and your heart jumps in delight.
It’s snowing!
Squealing, you rush from the living room to find your uncle, to inform him of nature’s miracle, to get him to go outside with you, to to to!
“Chris?” you run up to his bedroom door and knock on it rhythmically, singing,“Do you wanna build a snowman? Come on let’s go and play-“
The door opens. Oh! Guess you didn’t need to go through the entire song, even though you had prepared for it.
The occupant snickers, pointing finger guns down at you, ski goggles on,“Already ahead of ya!”
Because this was the first time camp Wawanakwa was getting snow, you and Chris had to improvise on snow gear.
Well, you had to. Chris already had his set of winter clothes. Fortunately, you had your coat, mittens and worn out Wellington boots laying around somewhere and you got to borrow Chris’ pair of earmuffs and his scarf.
Stepping outside, it was a completely different air. The freezing change of temperature nibbled your skin like a shrew on a worm and the hairs on your arms somehow were tensing up when you just stepped outside. You forgot how cold the planet can be.
“I didn’t know islands could get snow! It’s so much!” you yell, throwing your legs up to merry about.
“You learn something new everyday!”
“Look! The whole trampoline is covered in snow!” you point astonished at the bouncy garden toy of springs, now submerged under the husking snowfall. 
You had to be careful where you walked, come to realise- the entire island as you knew it was masked by this misty paleness that only seemed to thicken as more of its leader piled next to your ankles.
Naturally, you didn’t think about the dangers of gleefully hopping into the smooth slopes so soon, until you see that you’re about to walk into a chunky physique of a tree.
You stop on time, and feel something moving above you. Something alive. You feed your curiosity, finding a large pair of indigo eyes and a pointy nose.
“Look, Chris look!” you call cheerfully for him, neck extended to the sky,“There’s an owl up there!”
There was! You got to hold one once. It was heavy, but kind! This owl was as keen as you about this sudden weather pattern, sitting on top of the high tree branch, nuzzled in its feathery neck, before tending to its nest, seeing another identical head and two peek from inside of the dry tree room,“Aw, it has babies! They’re so cute!” you see your uncle aside you, also observing,“Do you think they’ll be okay in the cold?”
“Sure they will. They’re adapted to survive weathers like these.” his answer was bluntly uninspiring, grazing accurately to his non-peculiar passion for animals despite him being surrounded by them everyday,“Now about that snowman...”
“Oh yes! Let’s goooo...” you rotate to find a vacant opening,“Down there! Where we’ll have plenty of snow!”
Chris had another idea, trailing behind your steps, boots consuming your smaller tracks,"How about we have a competition? Best snowman gets first dibs on the fireplace." he obviously knew what would happen to bet that.
“Aww...” you pout, the tip of your nose starting to tingle,"Why do we need to compete? You know you're gonna win, you have bigger hands!"
"Ohh?” he puts a finger to his chin, smirking,“Already admitting defeat? I'll gladly take the title of victory!"
Something about his unnecessarily fuelled pride abruptly changed your mind,“I won't let the size of your hands stop me from building the best snowman the world's ever seen!"
“Alrighty then!” he holds his arms out, wind must’ve changed the direction to glue that face on his face,“Bring it on, nibling!”
The cold air howls past your face. Your tongue catches a few drops of snow, heading off under competition stress to mark your own construction ground,“How is it on tv they’re able to roll the snowball so smoothly?”
“You’ve been on tv yourself, (Y/N).” your uncle replies in a raised tone, moulding some snow from the ground into a sphere, still standing in the same position,“You should be able to figure it out.”
You somehow found some stones under this blank layer of Earth to place on the snowman’s torso and practically identical lengths of twigs for arms. The only thing missing was its clothes, but with this snowfall, it’d be a death wish to even remove these earmuffs!
You look over to Chris’ side: though his snowman was vast, you can tell from his relaxed pace of motion that he actually couldn’t be bothered to make it look good.
“Pretty awesome snowman!” he congratulates you on yours by the unspoken end.
You’re very proud,“Yep! I did that!” It was so good you would have thought Chris made it!,“Too bad he decomposed early."
Confused, your uncle cocks his head to the side,"What do you mean?"
Unprompted, you tore a piece of the snowman’s shoulder and threw it at Chris, striking his chest,"Boom! Take that!"
He wipes the remaining frozen fragments off him,“Is that what we’re going to do now?” he briefly returns to his sloppy snowman and removed its head from the body of snow, darkly joking,“Remember that’s how your teddy looked like that one time?”
“Because of Heather!” you giggle, now able to fill your newer days with laughter about the tragedy you genially moved on from,“Ahh!”
Your uncle starts to chase you with both hands full of the clump of crystals. You liked running in the snow- every time you placed a foot ahead, it’d let out this really soothing crunch sound.
Whenever you think you’re far enough with time to spare, you’d hurry to grab a good handful of snow from the ground to throw at him, stride never getting slower.
I wish footprints didn’t exist!
Eventually, he makes an extra step for the chance and launches it, not thinking it would stay in the air for so long.
No amount of running could save you from the hurl of the large cannon ball- on impact, you land on your back into a lower plane of snow, where on a warmer day, you would’ve seen how high you fell from the mini hill.
Chris was worried when you don’t instantly recover to your feet, but smiles when he rushed to find you parting and closing your legs, raising and lowering your arms in the digging form of a snow angel, seeing the distribution of uneven crumbles of his snowman’s head.
The snowflakes resumes to sprinkle your face, gently pecking your youthful features with the cooling drops of white. It wasn’t so cold anymore,“Hehehe! Do one with me, uncle Chris!”
So he does, not surprising that his one was much larger, with his height and fur coat.
You jump up from the soggy ground and admire another work of art you both had shaken into the bitter sheet.
The nibling and uncle silhouettes in the snow had you remembering another must do in this foggy weather.
“Chriiiis, can we go back inside now and have hot chocolate?”
He groans in disbelief,“Seriously? Boooooooo.” he reluctantly dragged his legs across the snow, in the direction of his “cottage”. You can see it from the distance, the yellow beams illuminating the squares of glass, probably being the only reason why he knew how to get back,“What a perfect time to get ice cream.”
“Ah...” it felt great to be back inside. His house was soooo cosy. And this hot chocolate was just what you needed. You might need to dump your feet into a tub of hot water,“Uncle, do you think we can play some Christmas songs?”
“Why, because it’s snowing it means it’s the holidays?” right after he snorted, his mouth is covered by the back of his mug. Paradoxically, he was back in his indoor clothes before you, reminding you once again that your uncle really was unpredictable.
“The holidays wanted to come early! Which meaaans I’ll be getting extra time off school!” you clutch giggly to the circumference of your mug, hands burning. More time to stay, more time to play!
“But that means no holidays during December.” he smirks, twirling his steamy cocoa around, sinister to your let down.
“Aww...” you hated how realistic that sounded. School was so mean!,“Never mind...” there wouldn’t be enough time to open presents. You pitifully pinch a marshmallow from your cup and chomp on it.
“Hey, no need to be so down!” Chris’ charismatic voice rasps as he rubs your head,“Christmas is right around the corner.”
“True...” you add another swirl of whipped cream to your cup, covering the homely brown,“Will I get to be here then?”
“For sure! It’ll be the best Christmas yet!” he affirms with strength.
Hm hm (hm). Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm.
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