#HE WILL NOT BE ABLE TO DATE AGAIN WITHOUT BEING SCARED OF WHAT SHE MIGHT SAY ABOUT HIM.
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Summary: The one where you are having sex with your boyfriend, Charles, for the first time but he wants everything to be perfect for you.
Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: smut (i can’t believe this day has arrived), absolute filth towards the end i'm so sorry mom, charles being a romantic dork, insecurities, obsessively planning something for it to only go wrong, cursing, fluff towards the end, google translate French, minors dni!!
Request: “Hi!!! Maybe you could do a first time with Charles Leclerc? Where he is upset because he wants everything to be perfect. And he whispers to her how much he loves her and her body. And maybe a sweet aftercare at the end?Just a suggestion <3 Have a nice day!”
Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! thank you so much for the feedback and love you’ve left on my last fic! this one was fun to write but please beware that this is my first-time writing smut in my life. thank you anon for the request, i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee
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Dating Charles is easy, you think. Not in a bad way, no. But in a way that makes it very easy for you to lost yourself in him and your love for him, which doesn’t make you feel scared whether you guys are moving too fast or too slow. Charles always tells you that you should live your life on your own pace, without any comparison to other people’s – although he doesn’t seem to practice what he preaches, both figuratively and literally on the track.
You love the story of how you two met, and you know he does, too. He brings it up often when the two of you are on a date, sharing the last course of the night, dessert, even though the two of you are probably full and can’t possibly eat anymore. The two of you met almost a year ago, in France actually, after the disaster of a race. Charles was forced by his friends, mainly Pierre, to go out for the night to hopefully have some drinks and let off some steam. You, on the other hand, were on possibly the worst date you could ever remember being on in your entire life. Therefore, being the only two people who are having the worst time in the small bar, you two met on the back patio where you thought you’d be able to get some alone time. Although the two of you don’t hit it off immediately, the only thing you could think about by the end of the night is when you might see the Monegasque with the dimples again. You guys don’t start dating immediately either, no, because Charles insists that it is important for you two to get to know each other as friends first. You agree, mostly because he is right, and also because you are impressed by the fact that he is showing emotional maturity in a way you did not experience in your past relationships before. But it is easy with Charles, even if he has an inhumane work schedule most of the year and your guys’ schedules don’t match up most of the time, you make time for each other. He knows how much your career means to you and you know the same goes for him so the two of you are very careful not to cross any lines. That doesn’t mean that Charles doesn’t spend all of his free time with you, of course.
Another interesting thing about your relationship is the fact that you two haven’t had sex yet, although you’ve been together for a while. Some people are genuinely shocked to find this little fact out, for example when you told Lily she almost dropped the coffee mug she was carrying, or sometimes Charles’ friends like to make fun of the situation, mostly Pierre (in reality, only Pierre), though it’s all in good fun. You don’t feel weird about the fact that you two haven’t slept together yet, but you ask him whether there’s a certain reason why and Charles’ answer turns you into a sobbing mess in his arms. He explains that while he would love to fuck your brains out – in the most respectful way possible – but he want is to be perfect for your first time. In his mind, he is trying to show you how serious he is about your relationship by slowing down the pace and taking his time, and when he’s finally able to put it in words, they make you tear up in the best way possible. That’s not to say that the two of you didn’t partake in other forms of sexual intimacy per se. For example, there’s that one time where he came into his driver’s room after a particularly adrenaline filled race and dropped to his knees for you – you can still recall the devilish smile on his face and the fact that he never took his eyes off of you, not once. There was the time after the FIA Prize Giving Ceremony, of course, where the two of you managed to sneak out of the ceremony into one of the bathroom stalls and this time you were the one on your knees for him. In conclusion, neither of you feel you’re missing out on anything just because you haven’t had sex yet.
It’s a couple of months after the last time you brought up the topic of having sex when the two of you stumble onto the topic again. It’s by an accident, really – and not much of a discussion, only a couple of words exchanged between the two of you. The two of you are watching a new movie which finally made its way onto Netflix, and you’re very happy with your place on the couch – squeezed between the cushions with the side of Charles’ body, which is very warm and making you a little sleepy to be honest. However, your sleepy mood is quickly wiped away when you realise the soft moans coming from the TV. You let your eyes take in the scene before you, the actors on the screen not slowing down for a second when you realise Charles’ breathing has gone deeper. He involuntarily tightens his arm around your shoulders, pressing you more into his sides.
“Charles,” you mumble, bringing your gaze up to him and swallowing a deep breath once his green eyes meet yours.
“Yes, chérie?” Although the focus on his eyes are on you, you can tell that he is also very much aware of the developing scene on the TV. His eyes widen when he realises what your silent request is and he exhales sharply. “Chérie…”
You hide your face in his neck at the gentle rejection he offers, leaving soft kisses across the skin left open from the neckline of his hoodie. “Please, mon coeur.” You think your choice of words does it for a second. It usually does it, when you speak French because you don’t do it very often, but one look in his eyes tells you tonight won’t be the night. “But why?” you whine, almost childishly, burying your face deeper in his neck.
“Because you need perfection, mon amour.” He replies, but there is a strain in his voice due to the tightness in his sweatpants.
“I don’t need perfection.” You grumble, your sexual tension feeling overwhelming for the moment.
“Maybe not,” Charles replies, taking a deep breath. “But you deserve it.”
You inhale deeply at his words too, occupying your hands with the strings of his hoodie. “Soon?” you ask in a hopeful voice.
He leaves a soft kiss on your hairline with an affirmative hum. “Soon,” he promises.
It’s a couple of weeks later that incident when you find yourself back in his apartment in Monaco. Due to the flexibility your work provides now that you’re taking on more freelance roles. Charles was worried you took the step because of his own schedule, but you quickly assured him that you were feeling burnt-out because of the 9-to-5 hustle. So when you step in his apartment that evening, you take in the sight with a small smile on your face.
“Honey, I’m home!” You announce your arrival, presenting the flowers in your hand with a proud expression as you enter the kitchen.
“Chérie!” He welcomes you, walking towards you from behind the counter and engulfing you in one of his bear hugs – which are your favourite, of course. “Welcome home, I’ve missed you.”
“Well, then maybe you shouldn’t sent me out to get my nails, you silly goose.” You giggle, getting out of his arms and leaving a kiss on his cheek to go find a vase for the bouquet in your hands.
“I needed time, and you know why.” He crosses his arms in his chest and a small smirk finds a place on his face as he raises his eyebrows. “You bought me flowers?”
“Well, yes,” You shrug, “everyone deserves flowers, no?”
“Hm,” he lets out a small hum, and gets behind you while you’re filling up a vase with water. He places his chin on your shoulder as he speaks in a low voice. “I got you flowers as well; you know.”
“Oh, I know, I saw them on the dining room table.” You smile as you look at the flowers placing them on an empty place on the counter and turning your head back to look at Charles. “I love them, thank you, darling.”
He kisses your lips softly, “I’m glad you like them.” He perks up when the oven timer indicates that the dinner is ready. So he takes your hand and walks you towards the door, “You go wait in the dining room, I’ll be right over.”
He comes into the dining room a little while later carrying a pizza presented on a large plate with what you think to be artistically placed basil leaves. You smile widely at him while he puts the plate on the table and serves the two of you. “You cooked me pizza?” You ask, pressing your lips together to prevent you from smiling like a maniac.
“I know it’s your favourite.” He smiles wildly right back at you, motioning your plate. “You first, I wanna see your reaction.”
“Okay!” You answer him, picking up the slice and taking a bite out of it. As you start to chew the piece, you widen your eyes and let out a hum to disguise your reaction. Although it takes you a minute or two to swallow the piece in your mouth, his excited eyes never leave yours for a moment. “It’s great! Which recipe did you use, honey?”
“I’m glad you asked,” he answers you, picking up his own piece, “it’s a recipe I found online.” He bites a mouthful out of the pizza and as he begins to chew, his eyes widen and suddenly he is spitting the food into a napkin as politely as he can. “Jesus, what’s wrong with this thing?” His eyes move towards your face and widens even more. “Chérie, you can’t possibly like this.”
“What, no!” You say, dragging out the last letter. “It’s great, Charles, really.” You start to take another bite, but he stops you with an incredulous look on his face.
“Chérie, non! You’re going to give yourself food poisoning!” He shakes his head, and takes out his phone to check the recipe after you ask him once again which recipe he used. “It’s the one from ‘Food Network’. It’s supposed be edible, no?”
“Oh, Charles.” You sigh, softly, looking over the American measurements instead of the European ones.
His confused eyes find yours. “What?” he asks with a genuine concern.
“They are in the American form, not the European ones.” You answer, a hand stroking his forearm in attempts to bring him sympathy.
“Oh my god, I– I’m sorry, chérie.” He sighs, leaning his head back towards the back of the chair and letting out a frustrated groan. “I am stupid.”
“You are not stupid, Charles.” You assure him, you hand is still on his arm to hopefully convince him that he is not, in fact, stupid. “It’s a common mistake.”
“But non, it was supposed to be edible!” He points to the dough on your plate frustratedly and adds, “I even got you the wine you liked so we could share it.”
“You got me wine to share?” You ask him softly. “But you don’t even like wine.”
His answer is simple. “But you do.” He takes a moment to reflect and then brings his hands up to cover his face. “Oh my god, I forgot to take the wine out of the freezer.”
“Charles, please,” You try to move his hands from his face, but he stubbornly keeps them there, letting out a groan in the process. “Okay, nope, enough.” You announce, getting up from your chair and try to forcefully pull him out of his chair.
“No, mon amour, stop.” He argues, but you keep pulling him towards the bedroom with still chanting the words; no and nope.
When you finally get to the bedroom and open the door, you’re quite surprised to find another surprise there. You let your eyes wander through the rose petals and candles in the room – though, yes, it is a bit cheesy, you know the reason he went to this far is only to make you feel special and appreciated. “Charles,” you say his name with softness, and emotion, and (maybe) with tears but your hand in his tightens the moment you lay your eyes on him. “I love you, God, I love you.”
“I love–” He can’t finish the rest of his sentence because suddenly you pull his face against yours, and press your lips onto his. His hands are quick to find your waist, and pull you against him. His movements are slow as he leads you towards the bed, but he lets you have control over the kiss and tries to match your rhythm as you deepen the kiss. As you get closer to the bed, one of his hands find your ass and when he squeezes the flesh under his hands, he is also quick to swallow your moans in his kiss.
You let out a protesting hum when he tries to put you on top of the bed, so he slowly pulls away from the kiss and raises his eyebrows questioningly. “No.” You murmur, quickly switching your positions and gently pushing him to sit on the bed. “My turn.” You quickly place yourself to sit on his lap with a playful smile on your face. You let your hands wander across his shirt-clad chest, quickly starting to unbutton it while keeping your eyes on his. He assists you when you try to pull his shirt off of him and sigh dreamily at the sight, and softly pushing him on his shoulder to lie down on the bed. You proceed to drop your head and press kisses to anywhere and everywhere on his skin. You start with his lips, which he tries to deepen but quickly gives up because he understands what you’re trying to do, then his jaw and neck, his chest and eventually through the happy trail which leads your mouth to the destination you were hoping to achieve. Your start to unbutton his pants and try to undo his belt buckle, but he stops your shaky hands to bring you back up despite your protests.
“No, chérie, not tonight.” Although his tone is firm, you try to get back to your previous position in hopes that we will let you. However, he tightens his hands on your hips to keep you in place as he pulls you close and whispers, “I said no, mauvaise fille.” bad girl. A smirk threatens to etch itself on his face when he hears your soft whine at his attempt to chastise you. He brings one of his hands to rest on the juncture of where your jaw meets your neck and allows his thumb to caress your bottom lip. “You’re going to let me worship you, n'est-ce pas? wont you? Before I fuck you, I mean.”
Your breath nearly gets stuck in your throat, but you manage to let out a soft, “Charles.”
“Tell me, mon amour, or I won’t touch you tonight at all.” There is a mischievous look on his face which is laced with months of built-up sexual tension – rather a dangerous combination, you reckon.
“Y-yes.” You breath out. “I will let you.”
“You will let me do what, my love? Say it in French.” He moves his hand to cover your neck and applies the smallest bit of pressure he knows you like, enough to keep you on your toes but not enough to cut the air completely or leave any bruises. “You know I love it when you speak in French.”
“Je– Charles.” You quickly give up as you try to string the correct words together but his persistent gaze has you trying again and again to find the right ones. “Je te laisserai me toucher.” I will let you touch me.
The smirk on his face turns wicked as he clicks his tongue. “Ne touche pas, dis-moi le mot juste, chérie.” Not touch, tell me the correct word, darling. “I won’t touch you tonight if you don’t tell me,” he reminds you.
You let out a whine as you try to move your hips to gain some friction for relief, but his hand, which is still on your hip, stops you from doing so. Moving your hands to slowly hold his wrist, which belongs to the hand currently wrapped around your neck, you look him straight in the eyes with a panic. “Adorer! Je te laisserai m'adorer!” Worship, I will let you worship me!
“Bonne fille,” Good girl, he mumbles getting you out of your dress in no time. But he takes time with your underwear, allowing his fingers to explore as he teases you – no doubt. He slowly lays your body on top of the bed, and moves his body to sit between your parted legs. “Beautiful,” he whispers as he lets his eyes wander through the curves of your body, your chest, and eventually the wet spot between your legs. “Are you wet for me, my love?”
You nod timidly, partly due to the fact that you’re completely naked while he only has his shift off. It’s not that you two haven’t been naked together before, but it feels much more different this time compared to before. “Charles, please.” Your whine is much high in pitch this time, feeling needier as the minutes go by. “Please, do something.”
“I will, mon chérie, don’t worry.” He moves down on the bed and lowers himself on his knees and pulls your legs over his shoulders. “Just don’t forget to tell me if it gets to much, okay?”
“Okay– my God, Charles!” You throw your head back as Charles begins his mission – which must be, when looking back, eating you out like a mad man because the second he places his tongue on your slit, he begins to devour you as if he’s been starving for years. As he licks and nips and sucks at you skin, you have no control over the reactions your body supplies him with, which is mostly chanting his name over and over again. And you are pretty sure that he becomes more motivated to make cum every time your voice gets higher both in voice and pitch. You don’t know how long it has been and how many orgasms he’s given you just with his mouth and fingers. Three? Four? Five? You’re not sure – but the one thing you know is that when you’re just about to come again, you weave your hands through his hair and pull hard. In retrospect, it seemed like a good idea, but you come to regret that decision when Charles takes your clit between his lips and sucks just as hard, guiding through a mind-blowing orgasm which leaves you shaking and arching your back against the Monegasque. Just as you thought that would be it, he begins to restart his fingers’ movements, which has you pushing his head off of your pussy in an attempt to stop him. “Charles, I can’t anymore!”
That seems to do it, because with a feverish look on his face, Charles lifts his head up and holds on to your thighs which are still on the either side of his head. “What’s wrong, mon amour?”
“I can’t – I’m sorry,” you babble through the involuntary tears, mostly due to the force of your orgasm – which does leave him worried but he lets you finish your thoughts before he takes any action. “Please just fuck me.”
“Shh,” he soothes you, leaving small kisses to your upper thighs and moves himself to hover over your body. “You did so well, bonne fille.” He strokes your hair as he whispers sweet nothings to your ear, helping you to calm down and regulate your breathing before the two of you continue. “Breath, bonne fille, ma bonne fille.”
You listen to him as he gives you instructions, breathing deeper breaths and trying to keep your focus on his eyes while you do so. Your hands grip his biceps tightly when he makes a move to get up, the look in your eyes becoming panicky once again. “Where are you going?”
His hand continue its movements in your hair as he smiles at you softly. “I’m going to grab a condom, and be right back, okay?”
“Don’t.” You croak, your throat becoming dry as you keep talking and start blushing akin to a lobster. “I’m on birth control.”
“Chérie,” Charles starts, “Y/N, we can’t–”
“Please, I just wanna feel you.” The softness of your voice tugs at his heartstrings as you add, “Only if you want to.”
“Of course, I want to, you silly girl.” Charles assures you quickly and gets out of his trousers and boxers, and positions himself between your legs with the head of his cock pressed to your opening. He moves his eyes from you pussy to your face, locking his gaze with yours as he speaks again, “I’m going to go slow, okay?” He waits for your reaction before starting to move his hips, his cock moving inside you in a slow pace. As he continues the movement of his hips your lips part and a moan resembling his name come out. He stops at a certain point and gives you a moment to adjust, then moves his hips backwards enough that he gets out of you, but he is quick to slip back in and continue his movements up to the point he let you get adjusted to.
You let out a whine, which prompts him to raise his eyebrows in question, which you reply with a nod of your own. You wrap your legs around his hips, the skin-to-skin contact feeling nice, and push him deeper inside you which results in you actually screaming his name. If you thought feeling him before that moment was pleasurable, felling all of him inside you all at once feels as if you’ve achieved some sort of nirvana. “Deeper, please, plus profonde.”
“I’ve got you, darling.” He manages to get out, moving his hips faster and deeper at the same time and hitting the spot which causes your eyes to roll back to your head every time. “You have no idea how beautiful you look like this, right now. Mon chef-d'œuvre, tout à moi.” My masterpiece, all mine.
With your entire body shaking with the movement of Charles’ hips, you still manage to nod your head. “All yours, Charles.” Your hands squeezing his biceps for support, “I love you, je t'aime tellement.” I love you so much.
“God, I love you so much.” He lets out a groan, and drops his head to your neck to press kisses and suck your skin between his lips in an urgent need to leave his mark on your body. “Je promets que je t'aimerai pour toujours.” I promise I'll love you forever.
Your hands move to weave through his messy hair, pulling him closer in an attempt to keep him closer to your body – which proves a challenge because the two of you are already wrapped around each other. “I’m close, mon coeur.”
“I know, sweetheart.” He breathes on your neck, his warm breath making you shiver under the weight of his body. He puts his weight on one of his arms and moves the other one towards your body, this fingers quick to find your clit as he begins to circle it. “Come for me so I can fill you up, hm? You want that, don’t you?”
You nod your head and let him take you there for the last time that night, your orgasm coming in stronger than the previous ones due to the overstimulation Charles thankfully provided. “I do, I do, I really, really do.” Your legs tighten around his hips and your hands slip down his back as you claw at the skin there while your hips lift off the bed, causing you to arch your body to mold his.
He only lets himself come when he’s guided you through yours, his fingers slowing down without stopping when he’s emptying himself into you. The moan he gets out, muffled because his head is still buried in your neck, quickly becomes one of your favourite sounds in the world. He holds you close as he slips out of you, the small wince on your face not going unnoticed by him, and he pulls you towards him when he drops next to you on the bed. Charles listens to your breathing for a while, only to find you looking at him with sleep evident in your eyes and a pleased smile on your lips. “Comme c'est joli.” How pretty. He says, “And all mine.”
“All yours,” you sigh, but your voice coming off sleepy. “I’ve always been all yours.”
His fingers draw random shapes on the bare skin on your back as he raises an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
“Hm, tu sais que c'est vrai.” You know it’s true. You mumble, snuggling closer to the driver wrapped around you. “I love you, mon amour.”
“I love you too, chérie.” He kisses the side of your head. “The next time we do this, I’m making you edible pizza, though.”
“I don’t need pizza.” You laugh softly, “only you.”
“Still,” Charles shrugs, “now go to sleep so I can take you out to breakfast tomorrow.”
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Hi! What are your favorite Wenclair fics?👀
I’m so glad you asked and I’m about to be so extra.
This fandom is beyond talented and I have many favourites. So I might as well make this an official Prefer-to-be-vilified Wenclair Fic Rec Masterlist… post (name could use some work but you get the idea).
I’m going to try to remember/link all my favourites but I’ll probably (definitely) forget some. And also I obviously haven’t read every Wenclair fic out there, my ‘to-read’ list is intimidatingly long and personal preferences are going to play a part in the fics I have included. But if I’ve missed some hidden gems please let me know!
Under the cut because this got long…
One-Shots/Short Chapter Fics:
the Witch & the Wyld by ohHOLYmoves - Long one-shot, Wednesday’s a witch who lives in the woods, Enid’s a werewolf stuck in her wolf form, need I say more?
Reset by Eggplant_Crusader - The OG. Probably the first fic read by a good portion of this fandom. Short, sweet, what the miscommunication trope is supposed to be.
her heart is a bird on a spit in her chest by lensbian_dykely - Long one-shot, Wednesday tells her parents that her and Enid are together without informing Enid.
What does he have that I don’t? by kofeew_milkk - Jealous Enid meets Werewolf instincts.
hello there, it’s me, the bull in the china shop by bogteats - Established Wenclair, 5+1 fic leading up to their first time.
I Think I Love You by tawen - Enid gets dosed with truth serum, Enid’s in love with Wednesday…
I Can Hear Your Heartbeat by LesbihonestGuys - Wednesday is a simp coming to terms with being in love and she’s real mad about it.
sandbox love by hanjisgirlfriend - Childhood friends falling in love.
gifts from a cat by Rennajade - Wednesday being a weirdo.
She’s my mate, Yoko! by lovely_shadow_minx - Enid realises Wednesday’s her mate and freaks out about it.
i tend to handle things usually by myself and i can’t ever seem to try and ask for help by Charlie_Balle - Wednesday’s actually allergic to colour.
The Art of Courting by Athems - Wednesday tries to court Enid but Enid thinks she’s threatening her.
Please (Just This Once) by whitebeltwriter - Wednesday trying to prevent a vision and the very emotional aftermath.
Wednesday Finds a Puppy by whitebeltwriter - Wednesday finds a random puppy in the woods and thinks it’s Enid… it’s not Enid.
Are You Going To Claim Your Prize? by wintersdume - The furs make a bet over who can get Wednesday’s number, Enid gets jealous.
It’s the Uniform, Isn’t it? by wintersdume - Enid plays baseballs, Wednesday gay panics.
Mobile Etiquette by Axinite25 - Wednesday not understanding the nuisances of teenage dating/friendship.
fuel the pyre of your enemies by heliamphoria - Wenclair meet cute while committing crimes.
Scrapped Scenes by MomochiZoey - Enid’s nosy and discovers that Wednesday’s self insert Viper now has a blonde love interest.
Premonition’s Embrace by whitebeltwriter - Wednesday has a vision that forces her to admit her feelings for Enid.
if she grabs for your hand (she might want a kiss) by ipretendtobesane - Short love confession, adorable.
Stormy Weather by SspiltDecision - Wednesday’s scared of thunder, Enid helps her.
don’t talk to me or my scary goth gf ever again by Kybee1497 - Protective (slightly feral) Enid and Xavier not taking a hint.
Complete Long Fics:
Terms of Endearment by Calchexxis - AU future fic/they didn’t meet at Nevermore, Enid goes to the Addams family for help after being kicked out of her pack for not being able to wolf-out but Wednesday’s the only one home, Wednesday has visions every time they touch about different versions of them/their ancestors throughout history, SIMPING, the worlds gayest mystery, I’ve read it several times and it always hits.
Forged in Blood by RiseAboveTheAshes_203 - Post season 1, I don’t know how to describe it other than angsty devotion, if for some insane reason you haven’t read this fic do it now.
The San Francisco Incident by Apeoflight - AU future fic/they don’t meet at Nevermore, Omegaverse, Werewolf mates, falling in love, real smutty, what’s not to love?
the nature of idiosyncrasies by bogteats - One of the fics I managed to catch early on and I was OBSESSED, AU, future fic, they weren’t friends at Nevermore but Enid had a crush, Omegaverse, their dynamic in this is to die for, angsty, smutty, a real and honest portrayal of not only Wenclair but people and love in general, read it, that was a threat, if you already have read it again.
raven in the den, wolf in the nest by Barbara_Lazuli - Canon divergence, fake dating to annoy Esther Sinclair, full honesty I read this awhile ago so I’m not 100% certain what happens but I remember enjoying it, might need to do a re-read.
black marked sun by chasinghours - AU college/university, Wednesday’s Yoko and Bianca’s roommate and Enid becomes infatuated, very cute, a little angsty but nothing crazy, shy Wednesday??? if I remember correctly, gay pining, we love to see it.
Purgatory Would Be Beautiful With You by EmilyWritesStuff - In universe, WEREWOLF MATES (aka the best Wenclair trope), fun and easy read, each chapter is like a slice of their life as mates.
Dance With Wolves by wolfwars - Fake dating BUT Wednesday doesn’t realise that it’s fake (because Enid was vague af), Enid’s pining, Wednesday’s confused, great idea and really well executed.
You Are my Moon by Bee-nut - Fake dating except Wednesday commits to the bit so hard she ends up facing off against Enid’s family aka a pack of werewolves in various dangerous challenges in order to win Enid’s hand, great idea, loved every minute of it.
Old Wounds by Sharpen_your_hatchet - Wenclair reunite years after graduation, less falling in love more realising they were always in love and coming to terms with that, sweet and easy read.
So This Is Love by LoriLoud - Unhinged Murderous Wenclair… no further explanation needed.
La Petite Mort by Apeoflight AND Wednesday’s Pet by Apeoflight - Smut, they’re both smut fics, I cannot remember which was which plot wise, but same author, they’re both really good and with a good helping of falling in love, yearning, denial of feelings, miscommunication, angst… all the good stuff.
Vortex by ALotOfConfusion - Need a refresher but childhood friends to lovers, little Wednesday wants to study werewolves and I remember enjoying it.
Puppy Love by Vaniloqu3nce - Enid’s wolf starts talking to her after recognising Wednesday as their mate, havoc follows, great read.
yours, eurydice by hanjisgirlfriend - AU, future fic, they never met at Nevermore, Wednesday’s a writer, Enid’s an actress, they live across the hall from each other, they write each other love letters and fall in love, cute af, a little angsty but not too heavy, definitely a must read.
It’s hard to espresso my feelings for you by SquishiestRose - Coffee shop AU, Wednesday works at the Weathervane and she has it BAD, the platonic Wyler this world needs, a little angsty but nothing crazy, cute, fun read.
Spell It Out by forgot_my_art - A spell gone wrong leads to both a misunderstanding and an accidental proposal… I mean it’s Wenclair, of course it did, fun read.
A raven’s dream of wolf by tokyocorgi - AU future fic/they never met at Nevermore, Wednesday’s sex dreams are also prophecy’s of her future, we love to see it.
All That’s Best of Dark and Bright by Porcie - Wednesday runs from her feelings post season 1, they reunite years later, Wednesday has a vision that forces her to stay in Enid’s life and by extension forces her to confront her feelings, they’re in love the entire time while pretending they aren’t, almost soulmate-ish, a bit angsty, but a fun read.
On-Going Long Fics:
[friendly reminder to read in-progress fic as a way to encourage and support our talented writers]
I’d Eat the Sun Just to Feel Your Warmth in my Bones by MsMio - AU college/university, I still need to catch up but ANGST, childhood friends, a very interesting take on the Addams family curse, Wednesday suffers from chronic pain, a good sad read but a hopeful one.
our immeasurable ties that bind by bogteats - Fantasy type AU, some very interesting world building, Enid wakes up pregnant with no idea who she is, where she is, or how she got there, super excited to see where this goes.
Blood and Shadows by DarkVisitors - Historical AU, western vibes, angst, horny gay yearning, a vague line in the summary that alludes to them being forced to marry at gun point but it hasn’t happened yet, I am beyond invested.
A Kidnapping By Any Other Name by RavenMoon33 - Wednesday “kidnaps” Enid to spend the break with her at the Addams Estate, I’m still catching up but Wenclair antics meets Addams Family antics, Wednesday’s having visions, there’s a mystery afoot and it’s linked to Wednesday’s ancestors. I might try to squeeze in another chapter later today actually 👀 (I didn’t read the OG so no spoilers!)
Whatever This Is… by CautiouslyPessimistic - A NEW FAKE DATING AU! In universe, takes place at Nevermore, only 2 chapters so far, but well written and I’m excited to see more.
Well… That’s Knew by Chaos_of_the_valkyries - Post season 1, Enid presents as a werewolf alpha and your honour they’re mates, protective Enid, Wednesday going soft, apparently I’ve missed the last two updates??? A crime, I will be rectifying that asap.
The Bite that Binds, the Gift that Gives by TieDyeKing - Historical Fantasy-ish AU, Wenclair arranged marriage, immediate connection but they’re being cautious/don’t trust each other, beautiful imagery/world building, an intriguing plot, Esther Sinclair being Esther Sinclair (aka causing problems), only a few chapters but one of my favourites since forever ago, in love with this fic and you should be too.
Symbiotic Relationship by SquishiestRose - AU future fic/they don’t meet at Nevermore, Enid gets kicked out of her pack and ends up desperate enough that she accepts a job working as the live in servant of a woman she’s pretty sure is going to kill her (hint: it’s just Wednesday being her normal off putting self), I’m a sucker for future fics with a very isolated and lonely Wednesday learning to fall in love and this is that.
#this just took me so fucking long to do holy shit#I had stuff to do today#worth it though#wednesday#wenclair#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#enid x wednesday#wednesday netflix#wednesday 2022#wenclair fic#wenclair fic rec#wenclair fanfic#wenclair fanfiction#asks#ptbv
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★̲ YOU HAVE ONE NEW VOICEMAIL FROM . . . 나재민 !
SEPTEMBER 9, 00:22 AM
HI BABY!! okay um before you purge me and murder my entire family i'm sorry for not calling you yesterday.. it was after the first show and i was exhausted but anyway, how was the concert? did you enjoy it? do you think i did well? do you—[a small shout is heard from behind him] I AM NOT "WHIPPED" SHUT UP! ignore chenle he doesn't know what he's talking about, is it bad that i love my dear partner so much? he's just sad and lonely—AM NOT!— ARE TOO! STOP YELLING AT ME!! you're gonna come tomorrow right? if work doesn't keep you in that is, god i hate your job, and i miss you, i miss you so bad, it's going to be hard to do this when international tour dates start, all we have connecting us is some stupid phone..[another shout is heard from behind him] OKAY FINE! it's too late, we have to wake up early tomorrow, alright bye i love you! sleep well!
NOVEMBER 23, 22:45 PM
haechan totally tried to trip me on stage today, that little shit..anyway, hi baby!! sorry for the like— two calls every week but it's been so hard to find alone time for myself these days, i really like japan though, we should come here sometime for a trip! just me and you, maybe on one of my breaks, if i can even get one. i miss you, having jeno as company is beginning to get boring, i mean, i love jeno obviously but i see him every single day!! i'm literally about to go insane without you here, i'm about to pay for your flight here and make up some excuse to your manager about a family issue or something.. will they even believe that? i don't care, it's been a while since we went anywhere together, just the two of us, also, did i tell you your mom called me? apparently she really liked our performance, she called me to tell me about it!! anyway um, i have no time left, hope you have a good night, i love you!!
NOVEMBER 26, 02:09 AM
jeno snores way too loudly, so no sleep for me, and he also complains so much about everything so now i have to whisper for this, but anyway, i know you're probably asleep as well so it doesn't matter if i send this cause you'll see it in the morning but i don't care! whoops, right, whispering. i can't believe that you can't come to the shows, it's all sooooo boring without you. i always search for you in the audience but then i don't see you and i get upset, you being in the crowd would make everything much better, hopefully you can at find time to get here before the final japanese show this year.. is this corny? i don't think so, i just— i miss you, i say that all the time but i do, a lot. um yeah that's all, i should probably sleep now, i love you!
DECEMBER 2, 21:37 PM
I KNEW YOU HAD SOME STUPID PLAN! i can't believe i didn't even notice you sneaking up on me that was….. i can't start, i'll go on and on forever. how did you even get backstage? did you talk to mark or something? i don't know i guess i'm just— i'm just very surprised, you didn't even tell me anything! i'm not going to lie.. it was such a smart plan, i'm glad you were able to make it, seeing you again was so nice i almost cried having to let go of you, and yeah i tried to contain myself in front of the members but i couldn't, they had to get it though! because when you're partner is right there you can't just stand there and be normal, i did mean to trap you in that hug! god being able to wrap my arms around you again was so nice, you give such good hugs you know? i know you won't be here for long but let's make the most of our time together okay? i'm happy you're here, alright i have to go now, good night, i love you.
DECEMBER 10, 09:30 AM
hi hi!! happy to say that i will be back soon! don't be surprised if i just randomly show up in your house one day, world famous idol na jaemin in your kitchen, making himself some coffee, you might have a heart attack, i hope i don't scare you again, not like that one time after hot sauce promotions ended.. your face was hilarious, i'm sorry for that one baby, i was really just trying to surprise you.. anyway, tour picks back up in february, so we have time to be idiots and go on stupid dates, get chased down by the staff.. okay maybe not that, the last time they almost caught us was funny though. alright um— just wanted to tell you i'll be back soon! i'll make sure to pass by a convenience store and get you ice cream, and yes i'll remember to get cookie dough this time, still not sure what you have against strawberry..alright that's it! i'll see you soon, i love you!!
#na jaemin#nct#nct dream#nct dream imagines#nct dream drabbles#nct dream scenarios#nct dream x reader#jaemin imagines#jaemin drabbles#jaemin scenarios#jaemin x reader#𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!
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Hii i rlly like ur writing so could u write this?
Hanma and kazutora (seperate) with a gf that's also a valhalla member, but she's more to collecting info and pickpocketing certain things (a policemans walkie talkie to know if there are police near or something)
And she also attends meetings but keeps to herself most of the time. Also the other members are too scared to talk to her bc she always has a resting btch face, and most likely bc shes also the gf of their captains. But in reality if anyone were to talk to her she'd be the funniest and unhinged
A Soft touch in Valhalla
Charecters: Hanma Shuji / Kazutora hanemiya
Female reader
Genre: SFW, fluff, romance,
Warnings: slight possessive behaviour, mentions of trauma on kazutora’s side, slight explicit behaviour
Note : thank you so much dear! I hope this came out okey!
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Hanma Shuji
Being in a dangerous gang for an average girl is very interesting indeed. Most would call you crazy for being involved in gang related activities but who knew you would find yourself dating the leader of one of the biggest and violent gangs in Tokyo Japan.
It was your boyfriend’s idea really, with his constant nagging for you to join him and be by his side, helping him with “collecting” some information or using your “gym stealth” to good use.
But really it was mostly an excuse to have you sit on his lap every meeting with a hand on your thigh to keep you from getting up no matter how much you complain to him about it. This man loves to tease and squeeze the flesh of your plump thighs.
ESPECIALLY if it’s in front of the members of his gang, it’s more of a sign of possession, warning them if they try anything funny, there will be consequences…..
It also may be another reason to show you off to kisaki, a mocking way of telling him how he “can’t get any bitches” but anyways he managed to convince kisaki to let you join. Much to his dismay Kisaki was pretty impressed by your performances.
You have a strong sense of humour, but you tend to show it in subtle ways. Hanma appreciates that you can understand him without words and has found it really easy to communicate with you. You two share a special connection, but also a quiet intensity that few others understand.
When it comes to your relationship with the other gang members, you keep most of them at arm's length. But that doesn't mean you aren't aware of their comings and goings. They definitely know they should be careful around you.
Seeing what happened to the last guy that disrespected you…..definitely taught them a lesson not to mess with anything that belongs to their leader. Yet again you still gave him some home made cookies and muffins after he apologised.
The members have a lot of respect for you. They may find your stoic exterior intimidating, but your strong and confident nature commanded respect. They know you're not someone to be crossed, but they also know that you're a valuable member of Valhalla. It sometimes upsets you how they see you as someone to fear (hanna might have something to do with it) but you try your best to use your baking as a way to make them less tense.
Hanma even reassured you of that.
"The rest of the gang members always know to watch their backs doll. You're skillful and the information you gather helps the gang stay a step ahead of their rivals ;your ability to steal important items has saved us many times. No need to worry doll face"
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Kazutora Hanemiyu
It’s was quite a surprise to see Kazutora in a relationship due to his…past actions. Let alone have a girl be interested in him but some people would say they were glad. Since you would be able to control or calm him down whenever he’s on edge.
Despite the heavy demeanour you carry, you’re always open to have a nice conversation with the others, though it sometimes tends to be a challenge. (Your boyfriend’s piercing glares and menacing smiles whenever someone thinks to even come close to you doesn’t help either)
As Kazutora's girlfriend, you have developed a unique role within Valhalla. You are his trusted confidant and adviser; He shares private details about his plans and strategies with you.
He values your input. Your performances has made you a key member of the gang, and he relies on you for your advice and insights. While your responsibilities sometimes require you to keep a distance from him, you know that he will always be there when you need him.
You have developed a strong bond with both Kazutora. While you may often be overlooked, your place within Valhalla is irreplaceable.
Though life as a gang member may often be unpredictable and chaotic, one thing remains constant: your relationship with Kazutora. You have stood by each other's side through good times and bad, and have supported one another.
You have a deep and lasting bond with him knowing how his past often haunts him and gives him certain unpleasant episodes. So you always let him pull you closer whenever your around him.
Let him nuzzle your hair and neck, no matter how embarrassing it seems your sent and perfume relaxes his nerves. Also he always places small kisses on the flesh of your neck before meetings, (or rather if he’s feeling territorial he’ll bite down hard enough to leave a mark)
Kazutora's role and status within Valhalla have always made you an object of caution among the gang members. Whenever you attend meetings and gatherings, they tend to keep their distance from you. Some may even avoid eye contact with you completely, out of fear that you might lash out or react violently, given how your face is always stone cold.
Despite this cold and stoic look, you have always been friendly and welcoming whenever they approach you, and over time have built up a reputation for yourself as a welcoming and approachable figure within the gang.
However, while most of the members may be intimidated by your relationship with Kazutora, some might not. There might be those who try to form alliances with you and use your connection to Kazutora to their advantage.
Some members may not even notice you and think you're not there. Others might want to talk to you but are afraid to approach you. Overall, your relationship is a mixed bag of reactions within the gang. But regardless of the reactions, everyone knows not to mess with you, as you're someone who belongs to Kazutora.
Some cakes and snacks might change their perspective though so easing their minds with some heartwarming bakes and food would do the trick!
Look out for a jealous little kitty though…he might not like the attention you give to other men.
ESPECIALLY if it’s Hanma…
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Okay, this is kind of long, but just hear me out:
I keep seeing people say Eddie saying he ‘moves too fast’ seems out of character, but I don’t think I agree.
For one, he proposed to Shanon after she got pregnant, and when she came back in his life he immediately started sleeping with her and immediately moved to re-propose when he thought she was pregnant again.
With Ana, he did take things slower at first, but he did introduce her to Chris pretty quickly (at least I think so). Though, I will admit he didn’t introduce her without thinking about it because he did go to Bobby and Athena for advice. However, after he introduced Ana to Chris, they seemed to get a lot more serious fairly quickly. They hadn’t even said ‘I love you’ before Ana was stepping into this sort of ‘motherly’ role. After all, she was over at Eddie’s house cooking meals (ex: the dinner with/ Carla) and she looked after Chris for days during the blackout, when Abuela or Pepa could have helped out. Eddie described it as a “ready-made family”, which for me translates to ‘things went too fast and got way too serious before I knew it’. When he realized just how serious things were getting, he started panicking. She was enveloped enough in their life that Chris thought they would get married someday. And when the reality caught up to him that he was building this family unit with a woman he didn’t love, couldn’t love, it scared him and he broke it off.
Then he rushed things with M*risol and he freaked out again. The whole (admittedly stupid) nun storyline was there to show us that Eddie didn’t know anything about this woman (and that he has catholic guilt), yet he asked her to move in before he even said I love you. Why? Well, it goes back to Eddie’s age-old enemy: obligation.
For one, he feels obligated to have this permanent mother figure in Christopher’s life (and someone on here made a great post about how Eddie’s decision to ask M*risol to move in tied back to Chris’s storyline in 7x01 which I agree with with 100%). I also know that Eddie has never had a healthy romantic relationship in his life. He has never gotten with a woman without something pushing him to do it. With Shannon, it was a teen pregnancy and the church. With Ana, it was his (well-meaning) friends who pushed him to move on from Shannon. With M*risol, it was Pepa (with good intentions) who pushed him to start dating again, otherwise he might end up alone.
Marrying someone is something one does because one loves someone. Eddie proposed because he was afraid of what the church would think. Letting someone step into a mother-like role in a child’s life is something one does when one loves someone. Eddie did it because he was afraid he and Christopher were never going to be able to move on from Shannon. One asks someone to move in because they love them. Eddie did it because he was scared of having someone else walk out of his and Chris’s life.
Eddie has never followed his heart when it comes to his relationships with women. He has never dated someone casually before. He always tries to commit way before his heart is in it. He goes through these really long stints of being single, followed by relationships that do, admittedly, move really fast. He thinks he’s following his gut, but in truth, he’s following his misguided sense of duty.
The only time Eddie has made a serious commitment that wasn’t born out of obligation, was when he wrote Buck into his will. No one told him to do that. He did that because he wanted the best for Chris, sure, but more so because Eddie doesn’t trust anyone as much as he trusts Buck. And he did that knowing that his parents would disapprove. He did it despite his obligations to his blood family. Eddie followed his heart and tied himself and his son to Buck for the rest of their lives. (And notice how Buck has been a borderline co-parent to Chris for years, and that has never freaked Eddie out before)
So, yeah, I think he does move too fast in his relationships with women because he always takes serious steps before he develops serious feelings for these women. And he probably knows, deep down, that he’ll never be able to develop serious, romantic feelings for women. This is why he jumps into the deep end, because if he doesn’t, then he’ll never get there.
He has wants. He’s just not ready to acknowledge them yet. So, for now, he’ll just keep on doing what he feels he’s obligated to do.
#eddie diaz#911#911 on abc#911 abc#christopher diaz#evan buck buckely#buddie#evan buckley#911 season 7
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What to Expect | Chapter 14
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synopsis: Jake enjoys a day golfing with the guys, while you receive some shocking news.
word count: 4.1k
warnings: smut, pregnancy, cursing, questions of paternity unrequited love, fighting, mentions of blood work, mentions of abuse
“Fuck, that’s it,” Jake moaned as the grip on your hips tightened. You placed your hands on his chest to help you keep your balance as you rode him, “Oh fuck, ‘m not gonna last.”
Ever since that disastrous dinner at your parents house, you and Jake became insatiable. That night was the first night in nearly nine months that Jake had touched you like that, kissed you like that, loved you like that. He was a little scared at first, he didn’t want to hurt the baby or anything, but Doctor Miller assured you both that it was okay to have sex while this close to your due date. In fact, it might even help you deliver on time.
“Jake,” You cried out, feeling his cock start to twitch inside you, “Help, please.”
“I got you baby,” Jake answered, taking one of his hands and going in between yours and his bodies, circling your clit. You yelped at the feeling, arching your back in pleasure, “There ya go baby, I got you. Cum for me.” You nodded, not being able to think of anything as you felt your body start to shudder and spasm. Jake grunted, lifting his hips to bury himself deep within you and release his seed, “Fuck.”
“Oh god,” You moaned, sagging forward just a bit, pressing your weight onto your hands as you caught your breath.
“You okay?” Jake asked, running his hands up and down your back.
“Yeah, just give me a second,” You said breathlessly, “It’s not easy riding dick at almost nine months along,” Jake chuckled and brushed a strand of hair from your face.
“Well there aren’t many positions that we can do with you this far along,” Jake said, “And my dick is slipping out.”
You chuckled as you gently rolled, with the help of Jake, onto your back, “We shall see if there will be any more sexcapades after this week.”
You were nearing the home stretch, and you couldn’t be more happy and sad at the same time. The two of you had spent every moment that Jake was home spent working on the nursery and setting up the guest bedroom for Jake to use. Which, he had hardly been in, finding himself falling asleep in your bed most nights. He knew that this current sleeping arrangement wouldn’t last long, once the baby was here you weren’t going to want a single thing to do with him.
“We have another appointment next week, right? The last one?” Jake asked and you nodded.
“The grand finale,” You said and Jake chuckled. He rolled onto his side and lightly drew circles over your bump, “You know, Doctor Miller can still do the DNA test and we can-”
Jake shook his head, “I’m not letting her stick a needle into your belly.”
“Actually, she can do it by just taking my blood.”
“Why are you bringing this up again? Did George say something to you? Did he threaten you?” Jake pushed himself up from the bed.
“No!” You exclaimed and pushed yourself up into a sitting position, “No one said anything but Jake, if getting the test done means that this baby gets a fair shot-”
“Why are you worried about the trust? You said you never wanted a drop of that money,” Jake looked at you confused.
“Things change. Jake, you almost died on your last two missions that I know about. And who knows how many other times,” You said and Jake’s eyes softened. He sat back down on the bed next to you and cupped your cheek.
“If something happens to me, you and her will be taken care of, without the Seresin trust,” Jake answered, “I have things in place already to make sure that you will never have to worry if I’m gone. So please, for the love of God, can we just drop this?”
You nodded and Jake smiled. He leaned in and kissed your forehead. On top of your due date being soon, Jake’s birthday was also approaching. He was going to be turning the big three-oh, and you wanted to do something to celebrate. Jake argued that he was fine getting drinks at the Hard Deck with you and the daggers, but you were not about to let that slide. Turning thirty and becoming a father in the same year was a big deal, and you were going to make it one.
“Hey, what are you thinking?” Jake asked, running his hand over your bump.
“Your birthday.”
“No.”
“You are turning thirty! We are celebrating!”
“Yeah, and we might have a baby by then,” Jake said, placing a kiss on your belly and you giggled at the feeling, “Seriously, nothing big.”
“Can I get you a cake?”
“I’ll allow a cake. Only! If it’s cinnamon shortcake,” Jake kissed your cheek before getting out of bed. It was Saturday and the only thing he had on the agenda was going golfing with Dylan, Rooster, Bob, Maverick and Iceman. Sarah and Phoenix were coming over to help you work on thank-yous from the shower and finish decorating the nursery.
You pushed yourself up from bed, feeling babygirl move around in your belly. You found your sleep shorts that had been taken off by Jake and slipped them back up your legs, before sliding on one of his old academy t-shirts. It seemed like most days you were wearing shorts and one of Jake’s t-shirts. You swore to yourself that next time you had a baby you were getting pregnant during the summer. Being heavily pregnant in the heat of the summer in California was something you did not want to endure again.
That was another thing you had thought of recently, was what would happen next with your family. You had never just wanted to have one child, you didn’t want them to grow up as an only child. You loved your siblings, and you loved how big your family is. Even though you don’t always get along with them, you couldn’t imagine a life without them. You wanted your child to have the same thing, but how was the question. Would you find someone else to marry and have children with? Would they accept this baby as their own? Or maybe, would you have another one with Jake? Or did Jake even want more than one? They were all questions that kept you up at night.
“You must really be in thought today,” Jake said, walking back into your room dressed in khaki shorts and a pink polo. Pink was really his color, it made his eyes stand out even more. You wondered if your baby would have his green eyes or the same blue eyes that ran in your family, “Hello? Earth to Y/N?”
“Sorry,” You said, shaking your head and looking at him, “Got a lot on my mind.”
“Well, can I help you think some of it through?”
You bit your lip, running everything through your mind again and then said: “No. It’s nothing you can help with,” You gave him a small smile. He nodded and kissed your forehead.
“Well, don’t think too much while I’m gone,” He said.
“I’ll try not to. And don’t get mad at Bob, you know he can’t golf,” You said and Jake chuckled.
“Thank god he can fly better than he can hit a golf ball.”
You walked Jake to the front door, and stood on the porch as he pulled out of the driveway and left to go get Rooster. You sighed and headed back inside, going to make yourself some tea before your mother and Phoenix came over. You couldn’t wait for the day that you could start drinking coffee again. Every morning Jake brewed himself a fresh pot, almost as if he were mocking you in some way. The smell was intoxicating and all you could do was sit at the breakfast table and watch it drip and fill the pot.
While you waited for the kettle to come to a boil, you looked through the stack of mail that was on the table. Most of it was bills for the house and from the doctor. You and Jake had agreed to split the cost of the prenatal care 50/50, since you weren’t technically on his insurance plan. You tossed most of the mail to the side, besides bills it was mundane things you didn’t really care about. Except for one white envelope with your name on it.
‘Y/N KAZANSKY
PATERNITY DNA RESULTS’
Your heart started beating rapidly in your chest as you looked at the envelope. The sound of the kettle ringing brought you out of your trance, and you stuffed the letter into the pocket of your cardigan, and went to tend to the kettle.
Despite Jake telling you to not get the test done, you had it done anyway. You really had no plans on telling him, but slowly the guilt of going against what he wanted was starting to eat at you. At first, you had the test done to prove George Seresin wrong, and to have it on file in case Jake were to change his mind. You weren’t going to have Doctor Miller send you the results, but then you changed your mind. But now, as they were here in your house, in your hands, you suddenly regret getting the test done at all. Jake trusted you, and you knew that he would love this baby no matter what that piece of paper said. You knew that you should just throw the envelope away, tear it up and shred it. But a voice in the back of your head stopped you from doing that. So instead you tucked the envelope away in your sock drawer.
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Jake used to hate the game of golf. His father loves it and would spend hours at the golf course or driving range. Hell, he spent hundreds, maybe even thousands a year on tee fees, golf lessons, buying expensive clubs and playing at some of the top golf courses in Texas. Occasionally, George would bring Jake along, only when it would benefit him. Before Jake got into the academy, George took Jake on a golf outing with the dean of students, the athletic director and the head coach of the UT football team to try and win them over. Jake thought it was the dumbest thing ever and did everything in his power to make himself look like a fool. George was furious that night and took it out on Jake. The next day at school Jake told everyone that he fell from his horse and that’s what caused the black eye and split lip.
But now, as Jake was older and actually had people that he enjoyed being with, he found solace in the game of golf. Even though three out of the six of them could never hit the ball entirely straight. He was still in good company which made it all the more fun. Currently, he was standing behind the tee box watching Bob calculate his shot and line up his driver with the ball. Bob had never golfed before he started golfing with them, and it was obvious. Jake thought Rooster had a bad swing since he still had that baseball swing in him, but seven out of nine holes someone was yelling “fore!” when Bob was up to tee.
“What are the girls doing today?” Rooster whispered to Jake.
“Finishing the nursery,” Jake answered, “Y/N said I don’t have the feminine touch so I am not needed. Phoenix and Mrs. Kazansky are over.”
Rooster chuckled to himself, “She settled on a theme?”
Jake nodded, “Farm theme. Don’t ask me why, but there’s a giant picture of a baby cow hanging over her crib.”
You had found said picture at Home Goods and nearly bursted out in tears at the sight. Jake, of course, had to buy it and it was the first thing ever put up in the nursery. You loved the picture and felt like it made the yellow painted room feel like home. Jake thought the picture was kind of scary with its big brown eyes staring at you. But if you loved it, then he would love it too. The nursery furniture was all a distressed light brown color, which went perfectly with the farm theme that you wanted to go with. Jake and the daggers managed to put together all the heavy stuff, now what was left was the easy decorating.
“Has she decided on where she’s going to have the baby?” Iceman asked as Maverick took a step up on the tee box. Bob’s ball had taken a sharp left and ended up in another fareway that Dylan would have to take him searching for.
You had told Jake from the beginning that you wanted a home birth and he respected that decision. He helped you search for good doulas and midwives in the area and settled on one together. However the two of you were yet to decide on a location. Jake wanted to go traditional and do it actually at home, but you wanted to go to your parents cabin about an hour away.
“No,” Jake answered, “She still wants to go to the cabin but I’m not sure if she’ll make it that far. Every day she thinks the baby is coming. I’d much rather do it just right at home in the living room.”
“Dammit!” Maverick cursed as his ball hit a tree and bounced off somewhere in the rough.
“She’s a saint for wanting to do it unmedicated,” Rooster shook his head and stepped closer to the tee box, “I had stitches once without getting numbed and I thought I was going to pass out.”
“It’s what she wants, and she’s determined,” Jake shrugged. He wasn’t a fan of the home birth option at first, his anxiety gave him too much worry. What if something happened to you? What if something happened to the baby? But you assured him that everything was going to be okay. If something was wrong with either you or the baby they would send you to the hospital right away. Doctor Miller had signed off on the home birth and would be on call if anything was to take a turn.
The rest of the afternoon went off without a hitch, well, as without a hitch as much as it possibly could. Bob nearly broke his glasses and managed to lose a whole sleeve of golf balls in the first nine holes. They all decided to call it a day early and get drinks and sit outside by the pool. The pool was busy for it being a hot day, the loud screams and laughter of children filling the air.
“Are you going to get a country club membership now, Bagman?” Dylan asked.
“Why? Because I’m about to be a dad?” Jake asked, taking a sip of his long island iced tea.
“That’s exactly why,” Dylan laughed, “You and Y/N give off country club people vibes.”
Jake chuckled and looked at the various families and children that were in the pool. He could see himself getting a country club membership. Playing golf league on tuesday nights, bringing you and your daughter to the pool on the weekends, dressing up for certain fundraising events. But while he was thinking of all of that, he also thought of his parents and how they do the exact same thing. Jake grew up going to the golf course pool on the weekends with his nanny and mother. George and Margaret were always getting dressed up to go to some fundraiser for the club, and Jake even had to be in quintillion because Margaret was one of the sponsors. He hated every single thing about growing up as a “country club kid”.
“Well see,” Jake answered, his jaw clenching. Rooster looked at him questionably, but just shrugged and went back to talking baseball statistics with Ice and Bob.
The sun was starting to set by the time the six of them decided to leave. They were all feeling warm not just from the alcohol but from the time spent out in the sun. Bob was sure to have a sunburn on his arms tonight, and Rooster knew he was going to have a gnarly sock tan line that might go away by next fourth of July. They all said their goodbyes, and Rooster climbed into Jake’s truck since they had driven together. His brown eyes glanced at the carseat in the back seat of the truck. He tried to ignore the pang in his heart every single time he saw it, but he couldn’t help it.
“Think this is probably the last time I’ll see this truck this clean,” Rooster said as Jake climbed into the driver's seat. Everyone knew how anal Jake was about the condition of his truck. He treated it as if it was his baby, and cleaned it once a week, sometimes even twice if he had driven it a longer distance than just to base and back.
“Oh, it’ll stay this way,” Jake answered back, pressing the start button, “We’ve already talked about it.”
“You know that kids are just mess magnets,” Rooster chuckled as Jake started on the drive back to his place, “Your truck, your house, everything is about to come one giant mess.”
“Don’t even remind me,” Jake shook his head, “My sisters houses look like permanent hurricanes. I hope with one that things won’t be as messy. Well, one for now.”
Rooster was silent for the rest of the ride home, Jake’s comment settling in his head. He knew that he shouldn’t be thinking about you like that, he had Noel and she was good to him. But in the back of his mind he thought that maybe just maybe there was still a chance for him and you. That maybe, just maybe, you hadn’t completely closed the door on the idea. Rooster looked up from his lap as Jake parked in the driveway, his eyes seeing the white Nissan parked behind his bronco.
“The girlfriend is here,” Jake smirked and Rooster gave him the best fake smile he could muster.
“Yeah, she said she’d stop by later,” Rooster unbuckled his seatbelt, “Tell Y/N I missed her today. Would rather have her as a partner than you sometimes.”
“If you think I’m bad, wait until you play next to her,” Jake shook his head with a laugh, “She thinks she’s the next Tiger Woods, I swear.”
Rooster smiled, knowing exactly what Jake was talking about, “I’ll see you, man.” Rooster stepped inside his house, and leaned his back against the door. He noticed Noel’s shoes by the door and knew she was probably waiting for him in his bedroom. He reached into the pocket of his khaki shorts and pulled his phone out, seeing one single text from you.
‘Bug Kazansky: I got them back.’
He took a deep breath and locked his phone, sliding it back into his pocket before going upstairs to his girlfriend. Tonight, he was focused on Noel, not you. As much as it hurt his heart to think about, he couldn’t spend every moment waiting for you anymore. He had guilt from what had happened between the two of you, but if you had so easily moved on and forgotten about, so could he.
Jake parked his truck next to your car in the garage. At the old house in Lemoore, you two only had a one car garage and it was first come first serve on who got the spot. But now, there was no fighting when it came to it, and it made him feel domestic. He had basically moved in with you these past few weeks. The only time he’d really stop by his house was to get fresh clothing and to get the packages of dog food for Herc. He considered asking you if he could fully move in, but he wasn’t sure if you were ready for all of that quiet yet. He didn’t even know where you two stood as far as relationships go. Of course he wanted more with you, but he was willing to do whatever it was that you wanted.
He could see the house was dimly lit when he arrived home. The sun was almost down, lighting the earth with a pink and purple hue. Jake stood in the driveway for a moment, soaking up the last rays of the sun before heading inside. He could hear the faint sound of Greta Van Fleet playing from upstairs and knew that you were either in the nursery or in the bath. You had been ending your days by taking a warm bubble bath partially to relieve the pain in your lower back and to help you fall asleep easier. Your insomnia has come back these last couple weeks as you got closer to your due date.
Jake checked the nursery, not finding you but hearing the music playing a bit louder. He walked into your room, smelling the scent of your essential oils and seeing Herc laying in the doorway to the bathroom. The german shepherd had become not only your protector again, but also the protector of your unborn child. Jake would come home from work to see you napping on the couch or even sometimes asleep in bed, and Herc’s face was nuzzled into your belly.
“Momma in there, boy?” Jake asked his dog, kneeling down to scratch under his jaw. From the reflection in the mirror, Jake could see your legs resting over the side of the bathtub. He stood up from his position and walked into the bathroom, seeing you resting your head back against the side of the tub and a wash cloth over your eyes.
“Y/N?” He called out.
“Hm?” You answered, removing the wash cloth and looking up at him, “You’re home.”
“I am,” Jake answered and walked over to you. He bent down to place a kiss on your forehead, “How was your day?”
“Tiring,” You sighed and ran your hands over your bump, “Nursery is one hundred percent complete and so are the thank you cards. We started washing all the bottles, clothes and other stuff we got, which is going to take forever.”
“Well we got time,” Jake said leaning against the counter, “You about ready to get out?”
“Yes,” You nodded, “Can you do me a favor?”
“Sure.”
“Can you get me some pajamas please?” You asked, sticking your bottom lip out, “Oh! And fuzzy socks!”
Jake chuckled, “Of course. Be right back.”
You nodded, and moved your hands back and forth in the warm water, “How was golf?”
“Same as it usually is!” Jake yelled as he opened your dresser drawers, and found a pair of sleep shorts that you should hopefully be comfortable in.
“Bob go through another sleeve of golf balls?”
“I don’t know how he does it!” Jake said back and you giggled. A smile was brought to his face at the sound of your laughter as he found one of his old t-shirts in your drawer.
“It must have something to do with his glasses,” You said and pushed yourself out of the tub. You grabbed your towel and dried your body off, wrapping it around you the best that you could, and then walked to your bedroom, “Maybe he just can’t see where. . .you weren’t supposed to find that.”
Jake’s green eyes were staring down at the white envelope you had stashed away from earlier. The clothing that he had in his hands had clearly been dropped to the floor, and you could see them start to shake a bit. He looked from the letter to you, his eyes rimmed red.
“I can explain,” You said, and took a step towards him, but he visibly took one away from you.
“I told you I didn’t want this done!” He exclaimed, gripping the letter in his hand, “This is exactly what he wants! And you fell for his trap!”
“It’s not just for your father,” You sighed and ran a hand over your forehead, “It’s for me.” Jake looked at you confused for a moment and then at the letter.
“You couldn’t have done this without my DNA,” He said softly, “So unless you swabbed my mouth in my sleep or stole my kleenex, you couldn’t have-”
“Because I didn’t use your DNA, Jake,” You said and took a deep breath, “I used. . . I asked Bradley to do the test.”
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Gwen Stacy dating hc ❤︎₊ ⊹
Pairing(s): Gwen Stacy x Gn!reader (no gendered pronouns)a lil civilian reader- rest spider/vigilante reader
She’s the best girlfriend ever
If we skip over the angst, but I’ll get into that
She’s incredible and honestly, gives Ramona flowers vibesss
She’s so cool too and if you’re a normal citizen, then boy is it hard to keep the secret of being spider woman from you.
Especially after peter unfortunately died
This made her incredibly scared of what to do next
Should she tell you and risk it? Or should she keep it a secret, possibly destroy your trust and have you end up dying?
I can see her seriously having to fight between choosing her heart or brain and ultimately deciding to tell you.
When she ultimately ends up telling you she’s surprised by how understanding you are and is honestly really touched.
We all know how it ends up going, she goes to the spider society and basically is nowhere to be seen.
So it’s good to say the pain you feel and how lonely it can be without her there.
Of course she’ll go against the spider society’s wishes and try to visit you but ima be real, I don’t see it working out.
Regardless of it, she’ll always see you as her Mary Jane
If you end up meeting her the same time as Miles in the first movie then it’d be difficult getting in touch with her if you’re from another dimension, not a spider society member, or apart of the same dimension as miles.
If you end up getting acquainted again in the second movie she’s so happy to see you again, especially because she finally sees a familiar face.
Anyway, if you’re a spider person then you’ll more than likely meet her after her fight with her dad.
Then, she’s closed off and very obviously doesn’t “want to talk about it”.
(Which she’ll obviously be no matter how u met)
But eventually because of how history repeats itself with members in the spider society- Gwen ends up being able to see herself with you, and besides you.
The way you understand her like no one else does and how your reassurance soothes her more than that of others really ties it all together.
Not to mention how, despite being from different dimensions, you can be anywhere and she’ll still always want to be with you.
Let’s ignore the angst for a second and get into fluff a bit more.
The only reason y’all ever met was because of Hobie
He was your wingman from the start
You’d usually chill in his dimension so when Gwen came along you just went with it
Which ended up being amazing
Most times, not only in hobies but also other dimensions you two swing around, hiding behind the veil of your secret identities.
Most times you quickly go back to civilian form and enjoy restaurants or places that weren’t or didn’t exist yet in your dimensions.
You’d go out to eat and experience new things together.
Of course it’s always fun to go places and be in public-
But it gets incredibly intimate when the two of you are behind closed doors.
You were currently in hobies dimension and after a particularly rough night fighting both you and Gwen settled where she was currently crashing.
“Uhh if you’d like you can go ahead and change over there” was what Gwen said, motioning another room.
“K” and after changing into pjs you returned to her current room with her.
Once she gave you the cue to come in again you tip toed over her stray clothes and shoes and settled in bed next to her.
-A habit that formed due to both your constant nightmares.
The both of you didn’t even need to ask and both ended up cuddling, waking up to Hobie chuckling to himself when the two of y’all got up and realized how you slept.
(I might go into more detail of this scenario but let’s continue)
After that there was definitely tension and it broke after the two of you had enough and confessed.
Now onto background neutral head canons
Ms girl is always going to be there for you, regardless of whether you’re a civilian or not
She absolutely will not have you get hurt and worst, because of her
She’s very flirty too
Mostly when you’re swinging through the cities or just walking through the streets of the city
Her flirting is more teasing than anything
And honestly, it makes you blush the worst
Once you almost even walked into a pole and even fell because you forgot to shoot your web.
She learned from that- but not really
If you’ve got your own room in headquarters/ your dimension then she’ll definitely pop in whenever
Which you really don’t mind at all
Most times you guys just talk about whatever and cuddle on your bed.
She can be pretty cool too
She’ll often back you up even if the situation isn’t a physical one
Although, she tends to be closed off and not really communicate well when things happen.
In this case, things can be really difficult but it tends to work out in the end, especially because of her knowing she could lose you but also you most likely know how she feels.
Now, if the situation were to be the other way around
She’ll probably try and get it out of you, that’s her first response
However, she soon realizes how that’s not helping and opts for giving you space for you to think and breathe.
She could be pretty angst and moody as we all know but she ultimately decides your feelings are more important at the time
Honestly when you’re spending time in different dimensions and cities then she’s dragging you all over the place and showing you everything.
Or, if she hadn’t seen it before then you’re both experiencing these things together.
Of course we’re talking realistically here, so I think it’s best to include holidays into the mix
When it comes to holidays like Christmas, Valentine’s Day, and your birthday, she loves to celebrate
Depending on if you like big parties or not then that’s how it’d go
Regardless of what you like it ends or starts (if you prefer a quieter birthday) with the two of you just lazily lounging around or if wanting to get some adrenaline then you’ll sneak into a dimension with the New York we know and just chill there.
When it comes to kisses I can imagine your first one being sudden and out of nowhere.
You’re both bashful which is a given but it becomes the norm.
Now, she’ll run up to you and kiss you on your cheek and even kiss you while you’re in your spider suites
Honestly, like all relationships there’s ups and downs but it doesn’t really matter, especially with Gwen as your girlfriend.
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Back to you - Ellie Williams
Part six /
Summary:college!ellie au. Having once been close friends, Ellie and you begin to talk again while new feelings bloom and old ones return.
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A/N: the song at the start is called Dancing Barefoot by Patti Smith, some Daisy Jones and the six (show) fans might recognize it, it's a great song! This chapter isn't as long but needed for the remainder of the story.
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“she is sublimation .”
Your head moved slightly back and forward as you listened to the music.
“She is the essence of thee.”
You scribbled word after word in your cursive handwriting. You didn’t understand the topic completely, the words you were writing were not at all entering your brain, you wrote mindlessly with the intention of getting it done with. Not to learn.
“She is concentrating on he, chosen by she.”
Your focus was broken by the feeling of tapping on your arm that your head was resting on.
Snapping back to reality you pulled out your earphones and turned around, confused as to who wanted to talk to you in the library.
“Hey Y/N, been a while hasn’t it?”
Your lips parted slightly and your eyes widened before they filled with guilt and awkwardness.
“Hey Ethan.” Your cringed at your sad attempt at being enthusiastic to see him.
Ethan gestured to the empty seat across from you. You nodded at him to take the seat. You didn’t want to have this conversation right now. You also didn’t want to be rude when there was no reason for it.
“So how have you been? I was worried. You kinda just disappeared.” Ethan leaned forward in his seat, making sure to keep his voice in a whisper.
“yeah about that, I’ve been meaning to come to you and apologize. You’ve been nothing but kind to me and I shouldn’t of just ignored you.” You confessed. You dropped your pen and shifted your focus entirely to the boy across from you.
“its all good. I just want to make sure your alright. You know I was worried my sister said something to offend you.” Ethan joked.
You smiled remembering your encounter with Nora in the changing rooms.
“No don’t worry she was nice. Something kind of happened and i- I uh got scared. Which is lame. I know.” You avoided his eyes as you fiddled with your fingers in your lap.
“its not lame.” Ethan was quick to comment.
You glanced up at him in shock, you didn’t except him to say that. Part of you expected him to laugh and agree that it was a lame thing to do. The other part of you thought he would be angry.
“look I don’t want to pry. I just want to know your ok.” Ethan looked at you with so much sincerity it was hard not to smile and lunge across the table to engulf him in a hug. You managed to resist that urge.
“I’m alright. And I’m sorry.” You let a breath out, proud you were able to say those words without a single stutter.
“you know what would make me forgive you?” Ethan spoke in fake seriousness.
“I haven’t the slightest idea.” You tried to copy his seriousness.
“If you would do me the honor of joining me for dinner. Tonight. As my date.” Ethan smiled hopefully.
You found your heart lower in your chest. The breath in your lungs vanish and your mind go completely blank.
You felt disappointed. But you shouldn’t feel that way.
Ethan was a handsome guy and popular with not just students, but professors also. Despite getting detentions every other week, the professors seemed to have a soft spot for his jokes and not so serious personality. He came from a wealthy family whom he was close with. He was they type of guy you wouldn’t hesitate to bring home to your parents.
Yet you didn’t want to force yourself to go on a date with someone you didn’t possess romantic feelings for. You didn’t want to hurt him, but you figured it would be better to let him down now, rather than lead him on in false hope.
Amongst your thoughts images flashed in your mind.
Bright green eyes.
Freckled sun kissed skin.
Short auburn hair tied messily.
Tattooed arms.
Pink lips pulled into a loving smile.
“Ethan I’m so sorry-“
“fuck that wasn’t how I imagined this would go.” Ethan let a breath out as he leaned back in his chair. Disappointed clear on his face.
“I can’t go on a date with you when I don’t share those kind of feelings for you. It wouldn’t be fair.”
“I get it Y/N.” Ethan looked away from you.
“You’re a great guy. You won’t have any problems finding a girl who likes you the way you want them to. I’m certain of it.” You smiled as you tried to reassure him.
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Ethan muttered.
An idea stuck you causing a smile of excitement to form on your face.
“have you ever met someone by the name Lily Ashwood?”
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The campus coffee shop was unsurprisingly busy when you reached it. Every table was occupied, the que was formed by almost 15 people. But the coffee was good and cheap so you lined up behind everyone else waiting to order.
You had spent your evening writing the remainder of your essays that were due this week. It caused you to miss two parties but in your head it was worth it.
Reaching into the pocket of your coat, your fingers searched for the money you knew was in there.
“Shit sorry!”
Your body swayed a bit to the side from the impact of another body against yours. You looked down at your body, thankful to see no drinks had been spilled on your clothes like in those stories.
“your good, don’t worry.”
Looking in the direction of the voice, you were met with an unfamiliar face. Blue eyes met yours, blonde hair to match the colour of gold, a tanned heart shaped face, a pointed nose and pink lips. The girl was beautiful. You searched your mind, surely you would of seen this girl before? Lily must of mentioned her at least once?
“I swear I’m not usually this clumsy.” The girl laughed. You smiled.
“Babe?” another girl called. You recognized her from one of your classes, Tegan her name was. She was nice, known for her perfect grades and extreme organization.
Tegan wrapped an arm around the waist of the mystery girl you had bumped into. Pulling her closely to her side she quickly pecked her lips.
“I knocked into this girl, hope I wasn’t keeping you waiting too long.” The girl , who you had yet to discover the name off, explained to her girlfriend, presumably.
“its fine, I just didn’t want to be alone.” Tegan mumbled, heat rising to her cheeks as she avoided eye contact, choosing to fiddle with a piece of her girlfriends golden hair.
The girl laughed, a sweet genuine laugh. You watched as she brought a hand to the side of Tegan’s face, gently moving to tuck a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. Tegan looked up at her, cheeks still a rosy colour. Both girls smiled to one another, you knew that look. You had never experienced it, but you knew that look.
It was the look your dad gave your mother when he’d catch her asleep on the sofa whilst watching tv.
It was the look Jesse would give Dina even when she was ranting to him all about how people needed to stop littering.
It was a look of love. Pure real love.
You watched at their free hands interlocked with each other. You watched their smiles grow bigger on both their faces, you noticed both of their faces a light shade of pink.
Your eyes moved around the café, you seen an elderly couple holding hands across the table as the wife talked to her husband about her day, he listened to her every word intently.
You seen the boy behind the counter eagerly wait to see the customer read the note he wrote on his coffee cup.
You saw a girl focusing on the book she was reading whilst the girl she was with, laid her head on her shoulder, a content smile on her face.
You had never craved the love of another until you looked around and realized it was completely surrounding you, yet didn’t touch you.
Your eyes drifted back to the couple In front of you. You smiled and reassured the girl with the pretty golden hair when she apologized once again for knocking into you. You left the café.
You wanted that kind of love. To love another and to feel their love towards you.
You closed your eyes.
Bright green eyes.
Freckled sun kissed skin.
Short auburn hair tied messily.
Tattooed arms.
Pink lips pulled into a loving smile.
Your heart sped up. Only this time it was different. It wasn’t a sick feeling it brought you, this time it brought you excitement and giddiness.
You couldn’t hide your smile despite your best efforts. It stayed on your lips for the entire walk back to your dorm .
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I Still Do - Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader
summary: in which y/n meets a familiar face after a long time
warnings: cursing, toxicity, heartbreak
genre: angst
word count: 930
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tossing and turning in her bed, y/n met another sleepless night. she'd been trying to sleep for an hour now with no luck. memories of the past haunted her and dreams of the future preyed on her peace. y/n figured no one would be awake right now anyways, it was almost two in the morning. she snuck out of bed and made her way down to the lake.
she sat on the grass and admired the serenity of nature. the animals, the stars, the rhythm of the water. she sat there in silence and reflected.
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hearing footsteps, y/n didn't turn around. she was prepared for chiron to tell her to go back to her cabin and that she was to be punished for staying out past curfew.
"what's my punishment for staying out past curfew?" she asked, mindlessly staring into the lake.
"i dunno, i'm no chiron." a deep voice responded, taking a seat next to her.
y/n chuckled, turning to face what she thought would be chiron, but was met with sea green eyes instead. it's like she froze and was thrown into the past.
"hey." percy smiled.
damn it, he still had a nice smile.
"i haven't talked to you in-"
"a while?" she guessed.
"i was going to say forever, but okay." he laughed. "how have you been?"
"pretty good. you?"
"same."
as the awkward small talk passed, y/n slowly recalled how her and percy had become such good friends in the first place. they talked about movies, shows, songs, books, and things that annoyed them. it's like she'd forgotten how much fun he was.
"yeah and then leo was all like 'i'm gonna fight you, don't play with me' and then jason stood up and he fell backwards." percy said, barely being able to communicate as he was suffocated by laughter.
y/n hadn't laughed this hard in years, well two years, really.
"i can't even remember why we stopped talking." percy said, looking at the lake.
"i can't remember either." y/n laughed. "you ever get intimidated by jason?"
"no, he's only an inch taller than me anyways, what do i have to fear?" percy smiled. "the only blonde i'm scared of is annabeth."
y/n sighed. it's like she remembered why they stopped being friends all those years ago. as bad memories came rushing back to her, she became silent.
"dude, you okay?" he asked.
"yeah, i'm fine." she smiled. "i'm just gonna leave now-"
"really?" he sighed.
"mhm." y/n said, sitting up. "nice talkin to you jackson."
"i don't get it y/n. we used to be best friends and one day a few summers ago, you went cold on me." he stated.
she just nodded, staring out into the distance.
"why?" he asked. "never talk to me again, sure. but at least tell me why."
"i've got no answer." she lied.
"liar. you don't even talk to me anymore. you avoid making eye-contact with me. you refuse to be in the same room as me without five other people there. and you've got no answer? i might be stupid, but i'm not that stupid."
"if you weren't that stupid, you would've sure as hell figured it out by now."
"i just want to know why." he sighed.
"i told you. i don't know." she persisted.
"just say it." he pressed.
"i don't know."
"just say it." he pushed again.
"i don't know." she said, beginning to get annoyed with him.
"just say it!" he said loudly.
"i'm leaving." she said, getting up.
"y/n! just tell me!" percy got up and followed.
"because i was in love with you!" she turned around and blurted.
silence fell amongst them.
"what?" he asked.
"because we were good friends, and i thought you cared about me. i mean we ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner together. we binged countless halloween movies. we played outside all the time. a-and you stuck up for me when annabeth said shit to me. and i thought i you liked me for who i was." she said, remembering all the reasons she'd fell for the man in the first place. "but then you started dating annabeth, and i couldn't stand it." she said, pausing.
he looked at her, his eyes filling with sympathy and regret.
"why didn't you say anything?" he asked.
"because, you chose her." y/n said. "what as the point of me saying anything?"
"i loved you, percy." she said, shakily. "for a long time."
"why don't you want to be friends with me anymore then?" he asked desperately. "if it's in the past, it's in the past-"
"because sometimes i feel like i still do!" you said.
suddenly, they were interrupted.
"percy, what the hell are you doing here?" a familiar voice questioned him.
y/n found herself looking at a woman with curly blonde hair and gray eyes.
"n-nothing." he said. "was jus' talking to y/n." he explained, still looking at y/n.
tension was still in the air.
"yeah, i'm uh, going to bed now too." y/n said, trying her very best to not cry.
"chiron's going to kill us, percy!" annabeth whisper-yelled.
"don't worry." y/n said. "you won't see me again." eyes locking with percy's.
"y/n-" percy called out.
but y/n had started walking back. she turned around one last time to see percy and annabeth walking away, side-by-side, hand-in-hand.
y/n walked back alone, as the only hand for her to hold was her own. y/n walked back, knowing she still did.
#angst#heroes of olympus#percy jackson#annabeth chase#heartbreak#leo valdez#percabeth#heroes of olympus x reader#percy jackson x reader angst#percy jackson x y/n#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo#percy angst#percy x y/n#percy x reader angst#jason grace
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Smoke and Mirrors(Bakugō Katsuki x Reader)
A/N, not important: Oh wow look, something I forgot to ever post(jk this was written b4 I had a tumblr). Uh, sorry about it, I just felt like y'all needed to suffer too. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.
-Ollie
Tw: old writing, female hinted(sorry), reader puts on makeup, seriously I wrote this a long time ago, Bakugo being a jerk, rejected confession, badly written sad, not beta read, honestly I haven't read this since I last wrote it like 2ish years ago
Words: 1100
Summary: Yes or No may be the normal answers to a confession, but Bakugō can always find something worse to say.
Just being near Bakugō Katsuki was intoxicating. The way a slight smell of caramel and smoke drifted from him, the way his bright red eyes shined in the light, the way his facial expressions changed as he was thinking things over. Even his brash, can-do attitude enticed you. There were so many factors pulling you into him. Not that any of this mattered to him though.
"Hah! How could I ever love someone as useless as you? You’re worse than Deku, always blabbing on and on about stupid things and being such a crybaby when you get scared." He said, mocking you. The same ruby red eyes that once drew you in were now throwing you out, flashing with anger and disgust at you merely being in his presence. How rude can this guy get? All this hatred for a simple confession? Tears started brimming at your eyes as you tried to control your breathing, not particularly wanting to break down in front of him and have his opinion about you being a crybaby be confirmed.
"I'm sorry if my confession offended you, just thought you'd wanna know." You retorted, turning on your heel as you left the classroom, wiping your eyes as you went. "Sorry for wasting your time Bakugō, it won't happen again".
"It'd better not! Come near me again with any sappy stuff and I'll blast yer brains in!"
Whoever said 'the worst they can say is no' has obviously never met someone like Bakugō. All you could do is hold in your tears as you walked away from class 1A and back into your dorm room. You were so glad you decided to do this at the end of the day and not during lunch like you originally planned. Your pace turned into a borderline run, wanting to go to your dorm room as soon as possible. You open the door to the 1-A dorms as the dam finally breaks, tears running down your face as you walk in.
Fortunately, Tsuyu and Uraraka were the only two people in the dorms at the moment. Unfortunately, they were in the dorms at the moment and witnessed you walk through the dorm like the mess you are. Both of them turn their attention away from the television and onto you, your face red and puffy from holding back the tears now pouring down your face.
***
Tsuyu and Uraraka trying to comfort you was a really sweet gesture, and it was kinda helping. Not really, but it's the thought that counts. You stared at the ceiling as they consoled you about the harsh rejection Bakugo gave you.
"It isn't like his opinion really matters, you'll get over him soon enough! Plus, now you don't have to worry about whether or not he likes you, so that's nice. And you shouldn’t be worrying much about dating anyways, we're just first-years.” Uraraka says cheerfully. You appreciated her trying her best to comfort you, you had no idea what you would do without her here to help. Cry probably, but that's beside the point. You were a bit jealous of Ochako though, not that you’d ever admit it. She never has to worry about Midoryia insulting her when she finally gets the courage to confess to him.
Tsuyu nods her head in agreement with Ochako. “He was a big jerk, ribbit, but now you know just how big of a jerk he was, so it might be easier to lose the crush on him, ribbit.”. You groaned and turned over, shoving your face into your soft pillow.
“Maybe you guys are right. I might be able to get over him now. I wish I didn't have to though. Hearing him say all that really hurt.” You said, although your words were a bit muffled as you haven't removed your face from your pillow just yet. Tsuyu nods in agreement to your last statement, rubbing your back comfortingly. Both Ochako and Tsuyu leave, but not before giving you a few more speeches on how amazing you are, and how Bakugou never deserved you anyway. It felt nice to know they cared about you, even if Bakugou didn’t.
Your eyes felt heavy as you thought about the day, silent tears falling down your face as you came to terms with the fact that your crush called you useless. That he thought no more of you than the dirt under his boot. And as much as you hate to admit it, it hurts. It hurts so, so very bad.
When you finally fell asleep, your eyes were red and puffy, your lips swollen from being chewed and bitten so much to try to keep quiet. And if a few sobs escaped despite your valiant efforts last night? Well, nobody has to know.
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Waking up was hard in the morning. Well, it always was, but today especially. Your alarm went off at a time that felt way too early to be right, your head feels like it’s being crushed in a vice, and your face was still hot and gross looking from all the crying you did last night. All in all, you felt like garbage. You dawdled your way through getting dressed. It isn’t like brushing your teeth a bit longer and more tired than usual really matters. Who really cares if it takes you a few extra minutes to get your tie right, your hands were feeling numb anyway. And so what if your makeup was really only partially done? Not like anyone would notice. You only were using it to cover up your face because it still had some evidence of tears.
The walk to class also took you longer than usual. Who could blame you though, with your headache and heavier than usual limbs? You barely noticed you were moving, and were surprised when you looked up to see the classroom door. You open it begrudgingly and trudge in, happy to have finally made it, but dreading all the schoolwork you have to do today. Iida’s all too loud voice welcomes you, and you know it’s with good intention, but you can’t help but glare at the unwanted sound that's now echoing throughout your head. You deliberately avoid eye-contact with Bakugo, choosing to look around the already familiar room instead. You plop down in your seat behind Midoriya, finding your notebook and a pencil so you can be ready for whatever Aizawa Sensei throws at you. You look at the back of Bakugo’s head one last time and close your eyes. Your friends were right, love really isn’t all that worth it.
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Lovestruck !
ʚ♡ɞCategory: fluff, sweet, sweet romance<3
ʚ♡ɞPairing(s): Sabito x reader/ Sanemi x reader/ Tanjiro x reader/ Zenitsu x reader
ʚ♡ɞWarning(s)/note(s): Fem! Reader, Sabito is alive pls we can’t have him dead all the time c’mon, cursing for Sanemi’s part
ʚ♡ɞ A/n: Just our loves being love-struck dorks! Finally some Tanjiro and Zenitsu on this blog! They needed the love<3 ya girl is a sucker for romance-filled oneshots/drabbles because the guy she is crushing on is a fictional character, typical stuff. Enjoy!
Sabito
•Imagine this guy having a crush on you.
•But not just any crush, he is so utterly in love with you, that it scares even him because he cannot, for the love of him, even explain the way he loses focus on everything when you’re around him.
•He’d try to push his feelings away because he is a Demon Slayer and his training and job demand utmost concentration.
•Before you start dating, he’d be a little scared or nervous to go on paired missions with you because the way his hands are sweating and trembling on his sword—due to the knowledge that the love of his life is right behind him, following him and keeping him company—cannot be good to kill demons.
•Honestly though, even if he died because of you, he wouldn’t really mind. At least it was you.
•Sabito being Sabito wouldn’t hesitate to act on his feelings because in his mind, a real man speaks his mind, or in his case, his heart.
•So don’t expect to wait for a long time before a confession smacks you in the face.
•He’s rather quiet around you. You might think he isn’t fond of you because of this since he is usually pretty loud and talkative to everyone else, specially Giyuu and Tengen.
•But when you approach him, a little switch goes off inside of him.
•The jokes stop, the pestering and pranking fade away and he only returns your queries with short answers and curt nods.
•He may or may not wear his mask more whenever you’re around.
•Because why would he ever allow you to see his red visage?
•Though it is worth mentioning that he only ever acts like this because in his mind, he does not have a chance with you. So he’d rather not let you see how completely smitten he is.
•After you both start dating, he’d be the boldest man on Earth. How could he ever hide his relationship with you? He loves you so, so much and he is proud of it, of you.
•He talks about you so much to his fellow pillars(mostly Tengen and Giyuu, again) that they have to tell him to shut up at one point. (Though Mitsuri finds your relationship so gosh-darn cute she cannot help but fan herself and turn a little red whenever Sabito speaks so fondly of you and only encourages him further to speak what is in his heart.)
•When you had just started dating, Giyuu gave your shoulder a soft little pat and wished you luck. Boi knows what it is like to deal with Sabito.
•He’d do anything, and i mean anything for you
•He treats you like you’re a fragile glass sculpture and sometimes you have to wack him on the head and remind him that you are a Demon Slayer.
•Speaking of Demon Slaying, he wouldn’t be fond to have you in the corps due to the possibility of you getting heavily injured or-God forbid-dying.
•He would try to reason with you gently and patiently to get you to leave the corps but if you refuse, he won’t impose himself on you.
•Instead, he’d train you more and hone your skills to perfection so that you’d be able your hold your own in battle and come back to him alive and without a scratch.
•Everytime you leave for a mission, he makes sure you have wisteria on you and enough first-aid supply to help a small group.
•He hates watching you leave, kissing you farewell like his life depends on it because he doesn’t know when or if you’ll come back.
•He tells himself that you are strong and that doubting you would mean he doesn’t trust you, but his love for you is stronger than the rational side of him and he always ends up worrying himself a bunch even though he hides it well to not make you worried.
Sabito leaned back to support himself with his hands, seated on the wooden engawa of the Estate. He was never one to simply relax even on a day off and make as if people weren’t dying left and right from demon attacks. But as he took in the beautiful weather—the sun warming his face and the fluffy clouds overhead passing by lazily—and the even more beautiful sight next to him, he thought that maybe he should allow himself to relax more often.
He glanced at you out of the corners of his eyes. Your eyes were droopy and your breathing had becoming soft and light. He let a grin appear on his face while his left hand lifted up to gently flick your forehead.
“Sleepy?”
“Hmm,” you couldn’t muster up too much of an elaborate answer from how heavy your mind felt with the urge to doze off and truthfully, you only half-registered what he said. But you smiled lazily when you felt warm arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you up. The moment you were positioned on his lap, you let your head rest on his chest. Now it was even harder for you to remain awake. You wanted to stay conscious to spend the day with your lover, but being wrapped up in his embrace with his chin resting lightly on top of your head with his fingers gently running through your hair was beginning to lull you to sleep faster than the medicated water Shinobu made you drink whenever she patched up your wounds after your missions.
“Love you..” you breathed out, your voice slightly slurred and barely audible but the words reached his ears anyway and had you not already been snoring away, you would have noticed the way his hold on you tightened ever so slightly and felt his lips on your forehead.
“I love you, too.” He whispered, head dipping down to press his lips to your ear. “I love you more than you can imagine.”
And once again, with you bundled up in his arms, in his haori, he told himself that days off like these should become more frequent.
Sanemi Shinazugawa
•Much like Sabito, he hates anything that interferes with his goal: that being the eradication of demons.
•Unlike Sabito, he will actually treat you harshly, in the beginning at least.
•When i say ‘harshly’ i don’t mean that he’ll become physically violent, oh no he’d sooner die than lay a finger on you, but he will act slightly more..rude to you.
•In truth, he is completely enamored with you. And when he finally realizes that he may or may not have caught feelings one lovely afternoon while he was polishing his sword and his mind kept thinking back to you, he was floored.
•Only then does he realize why he could never keep his eyes off you while you speak even if it isn’t with him, or when you are sparring or fighting. Or just breathing.
•But he doesn’t believe that love is meant for him. He hopes that Genya will leave the corps and find someone he loves and settle down with a family of his own, but Sanemi himself doesn’t have time for that.
•So he’ll try to distance himself from you, believing that if he interacts with you less, his feelings might eventually die down.
•Spoiler alert: they don’t. And now you are left with a very on edge Sanemi who is constantly worried about your well-being because he hasn’t seen you in a bit and who can’t even give training his all.
•Honestly, you’ll be in such a very confusing situation. He’ll constantly push you away and ignore you, but he’ll also fret over the smallest details of if you have eaten, if the bags under your eye look a little too prominent, if you’re tiring yourself out..
•Expressing himself emotionally isn’t his forte because he had an abusive father growing up and though his mother was a wonderful lady, she was always working to make ends meet while Sanemi himself had to take care of his younger siblings, so he never had time to properly learn how to love.
•He does know the basics though, and once he finally comes to term with his feelings, he realizes how futile it is to push you away.
•Once it becomes apparent that maybe you do reciprocate his feelings, he doesn’t waste his time in telling you about his. Don’t expect it to be too romantic, but he will try his hardest to not get too flustered and to look for the correct words.
•He might even bring you a a bouquet of flowers!
•After you start dating, he’ll soften up a bit.
•He won’t flaunt his relationship with you. It’s not that he is ashamed of it, he just won’t say anything if nobody asks. If someone does question it, he will affirm that yes he is courting you and everyone else better back tf off.
•Scary guard dog privileges Scary guard dog privileges!!
•No one dares to mess with you, whether he’s around or not because he will learn about it (he has his ways) and will make anyone who bothered you pay.
•He is a total sucker for whatever you do in general, but he loves it when you bathe with him.
•Setting aside the sexual implications, even though i can’t promise you he won’t do anything, he loves having you in the hotsprings with him and taking turns to wash each other’s backs or hair.
•It’s such an intimate moment for him, one which he thought he’d never get to experience, that he can’t help but be grateful.
•You are the only person who can touch his scars and when you do, he melts.
Sanemi huffed as steam rose from the water, warming his face uncomfortably and making him wrinkle his nose. He had his eyes closed but from somewhere near him, he could make out the gentle trickle of water and he knew it was you, either playing with the water or waddling around.
He kept his eyes closed, refusing to open them because he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop gawking at you if he did open them, and you’d never let him hear the end of it. But of course, his senses whirled in alarm as he felt the water around him move and the splashing sound got closer. He could feel you, too, even though you weren’t completely close to him. He wasn’t a pillar for no reason.
But what put him on edge was the fact that you didn’t speak. He didn’t hear anything, nor feel anything, all he could feel was your presence. What were you doing, just staring at him?
Reluctantly, he cracked an eye open and almost choked on his spit. You were right in front of him, staring up at him with the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen. You had such an innocent face, his heart hurt from how beautiful you were.
“Oi, quit doing that. You look weird,” he said instead, forcing himself to look away from your vulnerable state. You tilted your head to the side, blinking once.
“Sorry, did i make you uncomfortable? You just look so handsome..”
Ah, if only you knew the effect you had on him. Had he not known better, he would have booked an appointment with Shinobu for a heart check-up.
“You’re f*cking creepy.” He said finally, puffing air out of his nose. To others, he might have seemed menacing but you only giggled, a melodious sound to his ears.
If Sanemi could get drunk on your voice, he would.
“Sorry, ‘Nemi..i can’t help it. You’re really so cute..” your voice dropped by several octaves until it was barely a whisper.
He grumbled under his breath, ignoring the ball that lodged itself in his throat and raising a muscular arm up, nodding his chin towards it. “C’mon.”
It was nice how soft you were to the touch, cuddling against him while your fingers swirled the water gently. He could really get used to this.
Tanjiro Kamado
•What more can i say, you just scored yourself the sweetest lover!
•Tanjiro is no stranger to love as he had two loving parents growing up, and he knew they loved each other very much.
•He was aware of what love felt like and though he was slightly embarrassed to admit it, he did wish that after Muzan is defeated and Nezuko turned back into a human, he’d get to maybe marry someone whom he loves and settle down with a family.
•Of course with the responsibilities of being an older brother to three dorks a demon and being a Demon Slayer, he’d have to push those dreams aside. Then there was always the chance that he might die while on a mission.
•When you came into his life, he could have sworn the sun shone brighter, the sky was a bit more blue and the grass was greener.
•It seemed cliché and cheesy, but Tanjiro had been through so much and not once did he get time to properly breathe that when he met someone who came with a promise of love, he couldn’t help but fall hard.
•He would be so shy around you, but so chivalrous.
•He’d offer to patch up your wounds after a particularly hard mission and would try to get you to rest and take care of yourself.
•All in all, he’d be quite doting.
•With his heightened sense of smell, Tanjiro could pick up on your emotions with ease.
•He’d never try to invade your privacy, but the moment the smell of sadness or anger or despair starts looming over you like a dark cloud, he’d be there.
•He loves your signature smell, whether it be a perfume, whatever soap that you use, etc.. he’ll have it engraved in his mind and the moment he picks up on it, he’ll begin to look for you.
•He loves cooking with you, it feels like the domestic bliss that was snatched away from him.
•And of course, he loves watching you get along with Nezuko. The little cutie looks up to you as an older sister and Tanjiro approves 100%
Tanjiro patrolled the hallways of the Butterfly Estate. He had just arrived from a mission, exhausted, sleepy and most importantly, extremely [Name]-deprived. The only problem, however, was that after setting Nezuko’s box in the room where he was supposed to stay, he couldn’t find you anywhere. He walked into the sunlight to be greeted by Sumi, Naho and Kiyo. When questioned, they chirped that you were in the kitchen.
That was enough information. Quickly thanking them and spinning on his heels, he rushed back inside-heading straight for the kitchen. When he spotted you, you had draped on one of Aoi’s spare nurse uniforms over your own Demon Slayer uniform, back turned to him as you busied yourself with rolling up a rice ball.
His expression brightened so much, anyone would have thought Muzan had been defeated. He walked inside, his footsteps light. When he was finally behind you, he placed his hands on your shoulders.
“Good to see you, [Name]-san, those smell really good,”
He hadn’t meant to scare you but you had been so engrossed in not messing up the food that you hadn’t registered his arrival as you normally would have. This caused you to flinch and let go of the rice ball that was sandwiched between your hands and had it not been for Tanjiro’s fast reflexes,it would have splattered on the ground.
He broke a small piece from it and popped it in his mouth, humming in approval. Another chunk soon followed and he hovered it in front of your mouth, smiling so sweetly at the sight of your red cheeks and the way your fiddled with the little ribbon tied around your waist.
“Do you not like it when i feed you?” He pouted playfully, tilting his head to the side. That was enough to earn him a giggle and you finally allowed him to feed you the piece of onigiri.
“I’m glad you’re back safe, Tanjiro-kun,” you swallowed your food, internally praising yourself for the taste. “I was worried when you didn’t answer my letter..”
A huge boulder fell on his shoulder and he placed a warm hand on top of your head, patting it gently. “I’m sorry, i was helping out Inosuke and Zenitsu the entire way, and we couldn’t rest at a Wisteria Inn, but i was very happy to receive your letter, and i’m sorry for making you worry-“
When he felt your arms wrap around his waist, his cheeks flared up. You snuggled closer to him, head resting on his chest and is it just him or do you look even more adorable than usual? He quickly followed your actions, his own arms wrapping around your frame and pulling you closed to him. He knew that if ever the two of you were caught by Aoi or Shinobu, you’d be in for a scolding, but in that moment, he couldn’t help but gently and shyly lift your chin up and bend down to place his lips on yours.
Zenitsu Agatsuma
•He worships you. Do you find that surprising?
•All his life, Zenitsu had been on a quest to find love and though he did court a couple of girls, none of them had turned out to be real.
•Love he did find, but in the oddest place.
•The Demon Slayer Corps isn’t the best place to find women to court, but who was he to complain, when he stumbled upon you?
•The moment he saw you, he did what Zenitsu always does: he threw himself at you and begged for your hand in marriage.
•He had expected a lot of reactions: for you to be disgusted, for you to be afraid and to kick him, what he hadn’t expected was for you to gently pat his head with the kindest smile and to actually consider his proposal.
•When he had lifted his head to look at you, he was certain he was gazing at an angel.
•From then on, he did whatever be could to be around you as often as possible. He doesn’t hide the fact that he loves you, he openly displays his feelings.
•When he goes on missions, he tries to bring home gifts for you.
•Even a small flower, but he hates coming to you empty-handed, even if you reassure him that he doesn’t have to give you anything.
•He craves your touch and makes it a must to give you at least one hug daily. Though if you are not fond of physical contact, he’ll try to refrain from touching you to not make you uncomfortable.
• Zenitsu has an inferiority complex and he constantly thinks that he cannot be equal to Tanjiro or Inosuke.
•If you tell him that he has his own worth and that he doesn’t have to be a good swordsman to be equal to Tanjiro or Inosuke or to compare himself at all, he’ll be yours automatically.
•Marriage proposals everyday. I don’t make the rules.
•Everything you do is a blessing to him, he’s so, so smitten.
•He does get jealous pretty easily though. He trusts you a ton, but he is always so scared that someone else might woo you away because they are better than him.
•He takes you on dates whenever possible. His ideal date is a picnic with you, you feeding him fruits or peppering his face with kisses.
Zenitsu laughed when a kiss was pressed on his cheek. He was on cloud nine literally, if you squint hard enough, you might just make out small flowers floating around him.
He reached out to gently pinch his lover’s cheek, cooing at how soft it was to the touch and admiring the way her eyes lit up and her face split into a grin.
“[Name]-chan,” he began, “you’re so cute, i don’t think i can handle it!”
Of course he was lying. Even if he couldn’t handle it, he would because just how could he ever give up his precious gem? But he could handle it, and he was going to relish in every moment spent with his angel.
“Aw, i’m sorry, Zenitsu-kun, should i try to tone it down?” Your tone was equally as light and playful as his. Your cheeks hurt from smiling but Zenitsu was such a sweetheart !
Who would have thought of him as being daring enough to sneak you away to a picnic? Truth was, when it came to you, Zenitsu was daring enough to go against the Wind Pillar himself. He had brought along mochis filled with sweet bean paste, yet as he bit into one, he remarked that the filling was nowhere as sweet as you were.
Taking note of the small bits of sticky rice stuck near the corners of your lips, which you were blissfully unaware of, he was about to reach out to wipe them away with his thumb when a thought struck him. You looked up and wondered why your boyfriend was suddenly such a prominent shade of red and why his eyes were so wide. Zenitsu could hear your confusion and he bit his tongue to not squeal. Tentatively, he leaned closer to you, with each passing second increasing the tension in the air and when he was close enough for you to feel his warm breath fanning across your face, you had to swallow to to keep yourself calm. Then he placed his lips on the corner of yours, right where the pieces of rice were and you felt him lick them away.
When he pulled away, ecstatic yet frantic that he had managed to pull such a move, he stared at you to gauge a reaction out of you, afraid he might have crossed the limits, but the way you blushed so prettily and the rapid thuds your heart gave out told him that maybe he hadn’t messed up. He was, however, pretty alarmed when you slumped in his arms and the cry that left his mouth was enough to alert the entire Butterfly Estate.
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Caught In A Web ~ 6
CAUGHT IN A WEB MASTERLIST
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Word Count: 1,620ish
Summary: You met up with Tony, hoping that he doesn't know the truth about you.
Notes: I hope you enjoy this chapter!
“How much do you know about your new lab assistant?” Tony asked, barging into Bruce’s lab.
Tony hadn’t been able to sleep all night with the possibility that you might, well, be you. You had said that you were given a big opportunity and were hesitant to take it. Was this the opportunity you were talking about? Was he the reason you were hesitant to take it?
But then… what if you weren’t the new lab assistant? What if it was just a coincidence?
But why didn’t you tell him the truth if you were? Were you ashamed to know him? Were you just being nice?
Or what Tony just overthinking this whole situation?
“Y/N?” Bruce questioned. He looked up at his friend, pulling his glasses from his face. “Not much, she’s pretty quiet. Why?”
“Just wondering,” he shrugged, trying to not make it seem like he was headed for your area.
“Did you meet her?”
“Last night. I saw the lights on and thought it was you.”
“Are you asking because you find her attractive? Tony, you cannot date in the workplace again. After Pepper—“
“That’s not it.” Though, Tony had to admit that Bruce’s new lab assistant was attractive.
“Are you sure?”
“I saw the work she was doing. Seems like she can hold her own.”
“She can. She’s just as good as the university said.”
Tony nodded, looking over your work. “Maybe I could borrow her sometime? You know, one of my late-night projects?”
“Tony,” Bruce’s voice was a warning.
“That’s not what I meant!”
“Please keep it in your pants, that’s all I’m asking.”
“Okay, dad, whatever you say.”
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You were grateful that it was Saturday and could stay on your floor without interruption. Besides, you really didn’t get much sleep since your mind was replaying the instance with Tony over and over again. You cringed as you thought about it all.
It took you all day to decide if you would meet up with Tony at your usual place. You were honestly scared to, but you decided to anyway. Stuffing your suit into your backpack, you headed out of the Tower. No one stopped you or questioned you which you were thankful for. Finding a private alley, you slipped your suit on and began a patrol over the city.
You hadn’t been out in your suit, using your powers, since before you moved into the Tower. It was nice to swing around again.
“Hey, spidey girl,” Iron Man said as he flew up beside you. “Miss me?”
You couldn’t help but smile at the sound of his voice. “Hey, tin man. Glad to see you made it out alive.”
“I’m honored that you care.”
You scoffed. “Don’t be so sure about that. Maybe I was just bored.”
You swung up and flipped onto the roof that was your normal meeting spot. Placing yourself on the ledge, you watched as Tony flew down and placed himself beside you.
“How was the mission though?” You asked.
“It was successful,” he responded. His helmet surprisingly disappeared, showing his large brown eyes looking at you.
“What? What are you doing?” You leaned back like he was threatening to hurt you.
“What? Never seen my face before? Or am I really that ugly?”
“No… No, it’s just—we—we’ve never seen each other’s faces before. In… In person.”
“And? I thought it was time to show face.” He leaned over and playfully nudged you with his shoulder. “Maybe you should think about doing it too. Let me see your eyes.”
“My eyes?”
“Well, and maybe your nose and mouth and ears. Come on. Just a peek?”
“No.” You shook your head, moving back.
“Oh, come on, Y/N.” He tried to follow. “Just one peek.”
“I’m going to go.”
“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.” Tony quickly got up and flew in front of you, his helmet returning to cover his face. “There, look, face covered, better?”
“Tony…”
“I’m sorry, alright? I pushed too far. Please, sit back down. Let’s just talk. We haven’t seen each other in weeks and I want to hear about that opportunity you mentioned a month ago.”
You honestly debated about leaving, even though his pleas were getting to you. What were you supposed to say? That you were now working and living in his building? That you meet each other yesterday and your brain malfunctioned? You nodded and sat back down hesitantly. Tony sat back down beside you, leaving more space between the two of you than he would have normally.
“Okay, okay, what have you been up to since we last saw each other?” Tony asked. He was trying to be careful with his questions, especially with his suspicions about you being Bruce’s new lab assistant.
“I took that opportunity,” you answered carefully. “It’s been going good so far. I like it.”
“That’s good,” Tony nodded. “What are you doing there?” Your breath hitched, which Tony caught. He wasn’t willing to scare you away again, so he changed the subject. “I think we should get a new meeting spot.”
“What? Why?”
“Well, the view is pretty but this isn’t even the tallest building in New York or the one with the prettiest view.”
“And which building do you believe has the prettiest view?”
“Well there’s the Tower, but that one’s off-limits, obviously. There’s the One World Trade Center. Have you ever been on top of that?”
“I haven’t.”
Tony stood up and held out his armored hand. “Care for a ride?”
You couldn’t say no, you honestly couldn’t say anything though. All you could do was place your hand in his in response. Tony pulled you up and into him before wrapping an arm around you to keep you securely to him.
“Hang on,” he warned. You wrapped your arms around him before his suit took off.
Though your powers helped you stick close to Tony and there was no real need for his arm around you, you were enjoying it. The closeness, the proximity. How safe you felt with his arm around you. This was dangerous a dangerous game, falling in love with someone you didn’t truly know you. But you couldn’t stop yourself now. Admitting it to yourself as you kept close to him, you knew that you were screwed and that it was only going to get more complicated from this moment on.
Tony didn’t dare admit to himself that he wished he didn’t have his suit between the two of you. But you wanted him to keep the suit on for your comfort level and he was willing to do that for you. Whatever he could to keep this friendship going.
When the two of you reached the One World Trade Center, Tony slowly came down to rest his feet on top of the roof. He didn’t dare make the first move to let go, and you didn’t move too fast to get out of his hold either. You gasped as the view took your breath away. You pulled yourself from Tony’s grasp as you looked around.
The sun was setting, causing vibrant yellows, oranges, and pinks to fill the sky. A few whispy clouds floated around. You moved carefully around, trying to get this view engrained in your memory. Despite the gorgeous sunset, Tony couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He wished he could see the way your face was contorting in awe. The way your eyes probably sparkled and shined against the setting sun.
“You like it?” He asked.
“It’s beautiful,” you breathed out, still in awe at the look of the busy city against the setting sun.
As Tony watched you place yourself on the ledge and look down, he knew he couldn’t ruin this by trying to guess if you were truly Bruce’s new lab assistant. If this friendship was going to work—if it was going to turn into more—Tony was going to have to do it differently than he had in the past. He was going to respect your need for space and privacy and enjoy these moments with you. He would treat Bruce’s lab assistant with respect so that if he turned out to be you, you knew what type of man he truly could be. That he was trying to be.
“Thank you, Tony, for bringing me here,” you said once the sun had set.
“Of course,” he responded, a light smile on his lips that he wished you were willing to see.
“I should get going.” You needed to get back to your backpack before it was stolen, though you had webbed it up.
“Yeah, me too.”
“See you next Saturday?”
“How about Wednesday? Let’s add Wednesday to our schedule if that’s possible.”
You thought for a second, could you pull it off? What if Bruce needed you? You had Saturday and Sundays off clear, the rest of the week you were pretty on call for Bruce.
“I can’t Wednesdays,” you answered. “But I’m free Sundays.”
“Like tomorrow?”
“Like tomorrow,” you nodded.
“I can do that?”
“Our normal spot?”
“Of course.”
“Great.” You threw your arm out and launched a web at the pole on top of the One World Trade Center. “Guess I’ll see you then, tin man.”
“Stay safe, spidey girl.”
“Can’t make any promises.”
Tony watched as you circled around the pole before free-falling down to the nearest building. He watched you until he couldn’t see you anymore.
“Boss,” FRIDAY broke his trance. “I gathered the information you’ve asked of me and have the results.”
“I don’t care anymore, FRI,” Tony said. “If they’re the same person, let her tell me when she wants. It’s not worth breaking her trust.”
“Understood.”
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Blood Doesn’t Scare Me. Eddie Munson x Reader
Blood Doesn’t Scare Me.
I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT
SUMMARY: You want to get off, but your period makes you a little uncomfortable, but Eddie doesn’t seem to mind.
18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.
AN: Thank u to the one and only for being my beta reader again, love u, ur the best @syddsatyrn
Warnings: fem!reader, blood, period blood, female orgasm, fingering, little bit of Dom!Eddie, mention of friends to lovers, mentions of Eddie cumming in his pants. (IF THERES ANYTHING ELSE I MISSED LET ME KNOW
Word count: 3772
You've been off all day, small things irritating you more than they should, and you're trying to keep your temper down, but the consistent ache of your uterus is hard to ignore. You're hot, and then you're cold, nothing you eat is satisfying you, and if one more customer asks you literally anything you might actually explode. Although you took pride in the fact you only snapped at Robin twice, and she forgave you quickly knowing your period was trying to take you alive, but you still apologized. Knowing the annoying hormones circling your system were making you a bitter bitch to work with today.
What made it worse was how insatiably horny it was making you. Usually you could keep it contained, simply a dull ache between your thighs, but the past couple of days it was heightened to a maximum of three thousand. To the point where the seem of your jeans was pressed against your cunt just enough that you could literally feel your heartbeat in your clit. You were sure that in the right way you might actually be able to cum like this, just from standing and stacking videos. Genuinely hiding a whimper from switching your weight to your opposite foot, the bell above the door jingled. Forcing your voice up a few octaves you say "Welcome to family video" loudly before turning around, dropping your fake exaggerated smile when you realize it's Eddie.
"Hey princess" He says softly and you melted.
You and Eddie had only recently started dating, being best friends for so long, the two of you didn't want to ruin the friendship, but when those little shit teenagers locked you two in a closet in wills basement, claiming it was for 'seven minutes in heaven' you realized it was a lot longer than seven minutes, and that the two of you were in love with each other. Since it had only been a few weeks, you hadn't really been as intimate as you wanted, both of you wanting to take it slow, trying not to rush things. Harder to forget that Eddie made you cum by touching you over your leggings in that closet, and you're pretty sure you made him cum in his jeans, but if you asked him he'd deny it.
You rush to him quickly, burying your face into his chest and inhaling deeply, arms coming around his back to hold him tightly as best as you could, two VHS tapes still held in both hands.
"Rough day?" He said, his own arms coming out to wrap around you. "You're very warm, are you feeling okay?" He tried to pull away to get a glance at you but you held onto him tighter, not wanting the hug to end so soon. He laughed a little, returning his arms to their position around your back.
"A little bit of a rough day" You said sighing into him, pulling away to look up at him, chin tucked firmly into his sternum.
"Well thankfully I've come to rescue your last thirty minutes" His hands came to cup your face, brushing a few strands of hair away and back behind your ears.
"You're truly the best" You said placing a kiss to his chest before removing yourself from him.
Eddie came to visit you often at work, coming to keep you company and to bug Steve when he was here, but sadly today Steve wasn't in. So Eddie settled on sitting on the counter, and judging the cover of each film you brought to the front to rewind.
Eddie had noticed your irritability but didn't say anything until the two of you were alone in his van. The light from the bright sunset slowly dimming from being hidden behind the few houses nearby. "You okay?" He said turning the key to start the ignition.
"My uterus hurts" You said turning to him, cheek pressed against the seat of the car, your bottom lip pushed out into a pout.
"Oh baby" Eddie said sincerely. "I'm sorry, we'll get you home quick, get you all nice and cozy yeah?" He reached over to squeeze your thigh. It was an innocent action, to tell you he felt for you, to let you know he was there for you, but what he didn't know was that it sent more annoying heat straight to your core.
"Y-yeah" You breathed out. "That would be nice" You felt your body warm, thick heat crawling over every inch of your skin, you could feel it coming out of the collar of your work shirt and you silently cringed thinking about how sweaty you must be. A shower is a must when you get to Eddies you decided.
"You sure you're okay though?" He asked again.
"As okay as I can be" You said with a reassuring smile.
When you got to Eddies you excused yourself quickly to hop into the shower, hoping to wash some of the negativity of today off, along with the attempt to get yourself off. You didn't love touching yourself while you were on your period, and never really wanted to finger yourself if it was going to cover you in blood. Often settling on touching yourself in the shower, where if any blood happened to get onto you, or come out of you it would be washed away quickly. You tried multiple positions, one leg up on the edge of the tub, both legs down but your back leaned against the wall, laying down as best as you could, but nothing felt right and you couldn't get yourself even close to an orgasm. With an annoyed huff you shut the water off and wrapped a towel around yourself. Drying your lower half quickly before putting a fresh tampon in. Annoyed at how good it felt when you did it.
Frowning your way back into Eddies room, pulling on the first t-shirt of his your hands touched, tugging on a pair of black boy shorts, ones that hugged your hips perfectly, and crawled into his bed.
It took a few minutes for Eddie to realize you had finished showering and had gotten into bed. Head peaking around the corner of his door with a raised eyebrow. You giggled when you saw him, snuggling yourself a little deeper into his pillows.
"You're getting all comfy, and cozy in here and didn't invite me? Im hurt baby, how could you" He mocked a distraught look, attempting to hide the cheeky smile underneath his dark mess of curls.
You laugh and pull the side of his blanket back aggressively. "Get in here before I change my mind"
Eddie didn't hesitate to skip his way over and jump clumsily into his bed with you. Tucking his blanket around him, and pulling you close, snuggling into the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. "God you smell so good" he said rubbing his nose along the skin of your collarbone. "So good, all the time, fucking delicious"
You went stiff in his arms, the feeling of his nose against your skin spreading the heat from your core more than before. Whimpering slightly you tried to push him away, feeling too hot and horny with him so close.
"What? What's wrong?" Eddie said pulling back to gage your expression, his eyes flickering all over your face.
"N-nothing m'fine, sorry" You said pushing yourself into the corner of his bed, your shoulders pressing against each side of the wall. Your heart is beating really fast, so fast that you were almost sure if Eddie looked hard enough, he could see the way your chest thumped.
"You're not fine though baby" He said sitting up. "Is it just your period bothering you?" He fumbled with his hands, unsure of what to do with them. He wanted to reach out and hold your hand, or squeeze your thigh, but he was unsure if he could or should touch you right now.
"Technically?" you said, hands coming to the hem of your shirt, folding the fabric back and forth into a tiny accordion.
"Technically?" He asked, repeating your words.
"I just- It's just that- I don't-" Frustrated, unable to phrase it the way you wanted, without it sounding weird, and without making Eddie uncomfortable.
"You know you can tell me anything right? I was your best friend before your boyfriend, and I'll always be your best friend, just now I get to kiss you" He said with a smirk.
You couldn't help but smile, biting the inside of your cheek while you looked at the doe eyed man in front of you. Your heart squeezed.
"I know baby" You said softly, shy under his gaze, returning it to the hem of your shirt.
"So come on then, out with it, give me your secrets" He said in one of his dungeon master voices, a playful smile on his lips as he watched you.
"Um, so I'm horny" You said in a rush, covering your face with both hands.
Eddie laughed for a long time, suspiciously too long. You peaked through your fingers to stare at him.
"Don't laugh!" You whined, kicking him lightly with your foot, he grabbed onto it quickly squishing your toes with his hand.
"That's it? You're horny?"
"Yeah, but I can't like" You turned your gaze away from him again. "I can't get off- I mean sometimes I can, but I can't do what I want, cause the blood grosses me out" You said honestly, the blood did gross you out so instead of trying other methods, you just avoided masturbating at all costs.
Eddie nodded, looking away from you with thoughtful eyes. "Want me to do it?" He said cooly.
You froze slightly at his words, constantly shocked at how calm and collected he could be when talking about things, or asking questions like this. "What?" You choked.
"Get you off, I'll do it, I'd be more than happy to" His eyes slightly darker now, and you couldn't help the way your body shivered at the sight.
"B-but the blood, s'gross and it'll get everywhere" you said glancing down at his bed.
"I don't know if you remember, but I almost died once, blood doesn't scare me"
You swallowed thickly.
"And towels exist for a reason" he said with a shrug, shifting so he was now laying on his side, propped up with his elbow, looking up at you.
"You don't have to, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable" you said moving, trying to relax your shoulders a little, sliding down next to Eddie, mirroring his position. His hand slid up to your waist quickly, pushing and pulling at the skin.
"Baby, I'd be face deep in between your legs right now if you'd let me, promise it doesn't, and wont make me uncomfortable" he said marking an x over his heart.
"Fuck" you breathed. Closing your eyes and trying to regain some sort of composure.
"I wont do anything you don't want me to do, but the offer still stands" his hand leaving your waist to cup your cheek, thumb smoothing down the skin just under your eye, and you hummed, leaning into his touch.
"Please?" you whispered, opening your eyes to look at him.
"Yeah?" he said with a nod, his thumb trailing down the side of your cheek, to your jaw, landing on your bottom lip. He pulled at it softly, letting it flip back into place with a light 'pop'. His eyes flickered across your face, reading your expression to make sure you were okay with it.
You nodded, afraid if you tried to speak, only a whimper would come out.
Eddie leaned in slowly, thumb resuming its gently movements against your cheek until his hand dropped lightly to your throat, warm hand engulfing your senses. Nose nudging lightly next to yours, his breath warm on your mouth, and when you tilted your head to lean in, he pulled back, reviling at the annoyed noise you let out.
"So needy hmm?" he said leaning back in, just as slow, and just as tauntingly. When his lips brushed yours he didn't move away this time, pressing them softly into you and you sighed dreamily. He kissed you gently, and you melted, more and more with each move of his mouth, slow and strategic, getting the exact noises, and responses he wanted from you. Squeezing your throat ever so slightly, causing your breath to hitch and your lips to part, giving him access to slip his tongue into your mouth and you moaned, leaning into him.
Removing his hand from your throat he grabbed at your hips, pulling you onto his lap. Shifting so he was sitting up and leaning against the wall behind him. His erection pressing up against your thinly clothed cunt and you mewled, head dipping forward, chin to your chest.
"You like that pretty girl?" He asked with a small laugh, brushing your hair away from your face, tilting your head back up so he could see you. Eyes closed, and cheeks flushed, you breathed through your mouth, almost panting. "Breathe baby" he whispered.
"Sorry" You said with a small laugh.
"Don't apologize, I love your pretty noises, just wanna make sure you're breathin" Hand trailing down back to your hips and up your back, slipping beneath the shirt you wore, hands warming your skin. "I have an idea" he said while his fingers played with the elastic waistband of your underwear.
"M'listening" you said looking down at him with hooded eyes.
"Take these off, and whatever else you got going on in there" He said pulling and snapping the elastic, causing you to jump slightly. You nodded, biting your lip while hoping to hide some of your blush as you climbed off of him, heading towards the bathroom to remove your tampon before coming back, underwear in a ball held tightly in your fist.
Eddie had laid down a black towel between his legs, back still against the wall, legs splayed out into a v. He smiled wickedly as he patted the spot between his legs, beckoning you forward. "Sit" he instructed. "With your back to me"
You climbed onto the bed, dropping your underwear onto the floor next to you and crawled forward in between Eddies legs, leaning your back against his chest, your knees locking together.
Eddie hooked his chin over your shoulder, placing his hands on each of your knees. "C'mon don't get all shy on me now" his voice low as he pushed your legs apart, grabbing your legs by the pits of your knees bringing them over his thighs and pinning your feet under his calfs. his fingers traced along your skin delicately, up and down the lengths of your thighs, your hips, across your stomach, and he reviled in how your stomach contracted, ticklish under his light touches.
"Pretty, pretty, girl" he cooed in your ear, his breath fanning over the expanse of your neck, and the small bit of shoulder that peaked through.
"Eddie" You breathed, head tipping back into his shoulder, your body slowly melting back into him.
"Yeah baby?" hands moving to your stomach, pressing into the doughy skin, humming in satisfaction.
"Please" Your voice high, and whimpery, almost begging as if he wasn't going to give you what you wanted.
"I got you baby, told you I was gunna take care of you didn't I?" his hands slid back down, squeezing at the skin, where thigh met hip before ghosting one hand over to the burning heat between your legs, fingers dancing along the soft pubic hair you had let grow out. If it was anybody else touching you below the waist you might have felt a little self conscious about it, but because it was Eddie, you knew he didn't care and he never would. As if reading your thoughts he tugged at the hair lightly. "S'cute" he mumbled, while his hand finally slipped down between your legs. The two of you moaned in unison, your head tipping forward, eyes on his hand and the way it moved, but before you could cringe about any blood that might have been there, his free hand came up your throat, pushing at it until you were looking up again. "Eyes up baby girl" he said while beginning to rub slow circles on your clit.
"Oh my god Eddie" His name was barely audible from your mouth and you knew if he wasn't so close to your face he wouldn't have heard you.
Hand moving down further, middle finger grazing your entrance, teasing you slightly before slipping into you easily. "Fucking christ princess" he said moving his head so he could see the way his finger slid in and out of you with no resistance, quickly adding his ring finger just as easily. Your hips began to roll slightly, on their own to chase the high you so desperately wanted.
"M-more" You begged, voice coming out as a small whimper, your throat tightening and your eyes brimmed with tears, being so extra sensitive over the past few days from your hormones made your body feel like it was sparking with electricity. "Please Eddie" you hiccuped, tears quickly falling; down to your neck, wetting eddies hand where it still held your throat lightly.
"You sound lovely when you beg y'know?" he said mockingly, his other hand coming down to continue those slow circles, keeping in time with the quick curl of his fingers inside of you.
You huffed. "Shut it- ah" back arching away from Eddie and he tried to keep you as close to him as he could. "Fuck, fuck, f-uck, just like that Eddie, please, oh my god don't stop"
You were whining, arms coming up to grip at Eddies hair where you could reach, body jerking as it tried to curl in on itself while tingle in the pit of your stomach started to spread.
"Fuck baby, I can feel you clenching down on my fingers, you gunna come f'me?"
"Yes, oh my god" you cried. Tiny fireworks slowly began to ignite inside of your skin, your stomach bloomed, and the sparks buzzed, coursing through every one of your veins until they all snapped at the centre of your cunt. Your orgasm ripping through you so intensely you saw stars, your vision spotty as you rode the waves of it sobbing with pleasure.
Eddie kept up his movements until your hand slapped down quickly onto his wrist. His fingers slipped from you, both hands coming to rest onto your thighs that shook when he freed your legs from the restraint of his own. "Good job baby" he praised, letting your bring your knees back together. Your breathing was ragged, Eddies hands still roaming your thighs gently, giving you space to come back down, body still shaking slightly from a few sporadic sobs, left over heightened emotions and feelings finally able to leave your body. "Did so good, thank you for letting me help you"
You hadn't realized you had your eyes closed, squinting when the sun that filled Eddies room burned your retinas, blinking a few times while they adjusted. You tilted your head up, shifting your shoulders so you could see Eddies face, which was already tilted down towards you.
"There she is" He said with a smile. "Welcome back"
You hummed dreamily, reaching up to scratch at the stubble on his chin, while he quickly pressed his lips to your palm. "Feel better?" he asked.
You nodded, turning your head back with a gasp. "Oh my god"
"What?" Eddie said concerned, leaning forward slightly.
Your thighs were covered in smudged blood, some spots now dry and others still bright red. "There's blood all over me" You groaned, mouth pulling down into a frown.
"Well yeah babe, you have blood coming out of your vagina, what did you expect, should see my hands" He said while putting both of his hands in your lap, palms up. They weren't as bloody as you expected, but still more covered than you would have liked.
"Gross" you mumbled.
"Mother Nature, never said she was nice" he said with a laugh. "Now up, up, up, shower time round two for you miss ma'am"
You giggled, turning in his lap to finally face him. His pupils were blown out, and you could feel his boner against your back the entire time, but not once did he make this about him. "Thanks teddy" you said softly. "M'promise to return the favour, but hopefully you wont cum in your pants again" You teased.
"I just made you cum, I'm covered in your blood, and you wanna talk about making me cream my jeans like I was seventeen again? Right now? You're a menace!" he yelled, hands coming to tickle your waist, the two of you laughing and squirming against each other.
"White flag!" You yelled. "I surrender! you're gunna get enough blood coming out of me to drown this town if you keep making me laugh like that" You said with a huff.
"Ahh well I'll just have to put my fingers back in to keep everyone safe"
"You're the menace here, Edward, not me" You said pushing your back into him a little harder as you stood up on shaky legs, gathering the towel he had laid down into a ball and chucking it into his overflowing laundry basket turning back to him with your hands on your hips. "You comin or what?"
He sighed, smiling lazily as his head tilted to the side. "You're s'pretty"
You blushed, eyes dropping to the floor, already flustered from your orgasm and now from his compliment.
He stretched nosily, arms above his head with his fingers interlocked while he groaned. "Alright let's get this party started" he said with a loud clap. Joining you in the doorway of his room, hands wrapping around your waist to pull you to him, lips coming down to kiss every inch of your face he could get to before you leaned away, a laughing mess.
"So you admitted it" You said cheekily, taking his hand in yours and leading him to the bathroom.
"Admitted what?" He asked, hands never leaving your waist as you bent over to turn the water on, hand under the stream until it was a temperature you liked.
"That I made you cum in your pants" you said looking back at him, smile all too wide.
"You're way too proud of that one aren't you, never gunna let me live it down huh?" he guessed, unable to hide his own smile, matching yours.
"Maybe" you said confidently.
"Maybe" he repeated, leaning down to give you one last gentle kiss before shoving you into the shower, t-shirt still on and everything.
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Are you just doing Elucien prompts? Because I had this idea for Nessian where canon Nesta craves physical affection from Cassian but doesn’t really know what to do with it when he is affectionate with her because she’s never had anyone touch her tenderly like he does
nope, I’m taking any and everyone as the mood strikes me! I hope you don't mind that this is a modern au; I really liked this idea but writing in canon isn't my preferred thing to do. tw for discussion of prior abuse (tomas + mama archeron can suck it).
Nesta knew Cassian had noticed the way she didn’t know what to do with herself whenever he wanted to touch her. He was just so giving with his affection, from the easy way he would sling an arm around her shoulders to the kisses he liked to press to her skin whenever he felt she needed one.
Part of her wanted to lean into those touches, to make things easy the way they seemed to be for him, but a much larger part of her didn't know how to trust hands that were reaching for her. She was so used to being hurt instead of being held that her body just didn't know what to do when it was presented with the second option.
"I'm sorry," Nesta said for what felt like the millionth time after it happened. She'd been washing their dishes from dinner when Cassian had come up from behind her to wrap his arms around her, sending her into a stiff panic before she forced herself to calm down. "Fuck, I'm sorry."
They'd been dating for long enough that Nesta hated it was even an issue. They spent endless time in each other's apartments, saw each other multiple times a week, had met each other's friends and chosen families. She knew Cassian would never hurt her, would never even want to, but it was hard to fight every instinct in her body telling her she was in danger when it had kept her alive for so long.
"You don't have anything to apologize for, sweetheart," Cassian replied. He slowly unwrapped his arms from around her so he wouldn't startle her further and took a few steps to the right. "I'm the one who should be apologizing."
"What?" she responded, completely flabbergasted. She turned off the water and turned to face him so they could have what was shaping up to be an important conversation without any distractions. "You're not the one who's fucked up."
"Nesta." He gave her a look that told her exactly what he thought of that statement. "What happened to you was fucked up. That doesn't mean you're fucked up."
"But I am fucked up."
"We're all a little bit fucked up. Doesn't mean I still don't owe you an apology."
"What do you think you owe me one for?" Nesta asked, a little resigned. Her boyfriend was even more stubborn than she was on the best of days, so sometimes it was easier to just give in rather than fight a ridiculous fight, especially for something they'd talked to death so many times before.
"I know you don't like me coming up to you like that, so I'm the one who owes you an apology," Cassian answered. "I'm sorry for scaring you."
"It's not that you scared me," she told him honestly. Having conversations like these made her insides crawl, but since they were already talking, she thought she might as well rip the entire band-aid off anyways. "I like it when you touch me, I just... need some more warning, is all."
"Okay," he easily agreed. "I'll try to remember that for the future. Okay?"
"Okay," she mumbled. She turned around and started messing with the dishes again just to give herself something to do, not sure where to go from here.
"Is it okay if I give you a hug now?" Cassian asked after a few moments passed.
"Yes," Nesta answered. She took a deep breath and let it go just as his arms slowly circled back around her, letting herself relax as much as she could into the warmth of his embrace. It was much better now that she knew it was coming, and she found herself able to enjoy the feeling of his warm body behind her instead of immediately going into fight-or-flight mode.
"Better?" he murmured, squeezing her gently.
"Better," she repeated.
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14 Days of Scoundress 2024 ♥ February 13th
Making amends
‘I don't know what you want me to tell you, Han, you know I’m busy—I need to get this done today.’
She barely looked up at Han when she spoke, which more or less confirmed what he feared. Still, he persevered.
‘C’mon, you’re sayin’ you can’t take some time to have lunch with me? The galaxy ain’t gonna be saved in ten minutes, Leia.’
Her jaw tightened in clear annoyance.
‘You know lunch doesn’t take ten minutes. A protein bar does, which I have right here,’ Leia said, patting her desk drawer.
‘Sweetheart,’ he tried in a softer tone, leaning back on her desk, ‘you’ve been livin’ out of those things for the past week. You need a proper meal, and to get outta here for a bit. I’ve barely even seen you home. What do I gotta do, make an appointment with your secretary?’
Leia slammed her stylus down on her desk, eyes flashing up at him under a frown.
‘I’m really sorry I can’t prioritize being your girlfriend the week before we’re supposed to put war criminals on trial, Han,’ she told him, her voice like burning ice. ‘I thought you’d understand more than anyone that I might not be able to do a dinner date—’
‘You don’t have to patronize me.’
‘Oh, I’m patronizing you?’ she hissed, an effort to keep her voice from spilling out of her office. ‘I think I don’t need you to take care of myself!’
Han grit his teeth.
‘No, ‘course you don’t, what was I thinking. You’re perfectly capable of lookin’ after yourself. I’m sure you even find time to brush your teeth if you put it down on your calendar.’ He knocked down on her desk. ‘I’ll get out of your hair now, Your Highness.’
He stormed out of her office without looking back. There were often a million and one things on Leia’s plate, and people still believed they could fit in a million and two, so she did, too. Han remembered that Leia well: for three years, he’d watched as she wrapped herself up in her work so nothing and nobody could get through, convinced that she could work herself to the bone and still keep going. Rebuffing, then grudgingly accepting Han’s attempts to keep her alive as a person, not just a cog in a war machine. So he wasn’t hurt by her words—he was worried. He hadn’t seen that Leia in a long time. And he understood that the trials would be the one thing to bring her back out, but—he didn’t have to like it.
For now, he figured he’d give her some space, and hope that she came around in her own time.
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Leia found Han catching up on the Agrilat swoop races at home. After he’d left her office earlier in the day, she had stewed in her annoyance as she worked, blaming him for the distraction that would slow her down. As evening fell, she’d felt depleted. Her brain had replayed every one of her words to him—words he hadn’t deserved. She’d suddenly felt like she was back in the war, staving off feeling with action. The trials hadn’t even started yet, and she was already letting them take their toll on her and her relationship, just so she didn’t have to face all the emotions they were bringing up.
She wasn’t the same person she was during the war, though. Didn’t want to be. That person had been too angry and scared of ever feeling a pain as big as Alderaan again, so instead, she’d tried to numb herself down. If it hadn’t been for Han, maybe she would have succeeded. This time, it was on her to make the choice to break out of her shell.
Han looked over his shoulder at the sound of the front door opening, then turned off the viewscreen and waited as she sat down next to him on the sofa, tucking her feet under her.
‘I’m sorry,’ she started. ‘I do need you, it turns out. It’s just been so… so…’
‘I know,’ Han interrupted her, saving her from having to put all the overwhelm she’d been feeling into words. ‘But you don’t have to let it kill you. Don’t let ‘em have that kind of power over you.’
Nodding, Leia leaned forward, sealing their reconciliation with a kiss. Han wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his lap, and she settled in comfortably, fingers threading through his hair as she tilted his head back and deepened the kiss.
‘Do you have to go back to work tonight?’ Han asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the length of her body as he trailed his fingers down her throat. ‘Or can I request Her Senatorship’s presence for a meeting about stress relief?’
‘Mm… that wasn’t on my itinerary today,’ Leia told him, pulling his bottom lip lightly between her teeth. ‘But… yes, I think I can fit you in, hotshot.’
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Prompts:
33: as an apology
19: “That wasn’t in my itinerary today.”
14 swapped for 15: [bite] a playful kiss that involves some light biting
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So I had a thought, that basically in season 5 of Stranger Things, in order for Byler to go canon it would be really beautiful if El initiated it. Like if she goes under again to try to save Will from getting possessed again like in season 2, or Vecna’d or something, and sees his memories, how he sees Mike and feels about Mike, and it makes her realize that although she loves Mike, she loves him as a friend and dates him because she likes the idea of having a boyfriend, not because she’s actually IN love. And she sees the difference with Will for the first time. In the real world Mike is freaking out, going feral over Will’s floating body, and screams something about how he can’t lose Will again, and Eleven end up having to be pulled out and they have to go back without Will. Mike is a mess, and in that El actually goes and tells him they need to talk. She breaks up with him, and Mike is shocked. He can’t believe why she’s doing this now of all times, until she says he doesn’t love her, and Mike tries to argue but she cuts him off and says that Will needs him more, and Mike needs to be with Will, and they need each other. And she says she’s been getting in the way. And Mike obviously tries to argue, but Eleven cuts him off again and tells him it’s okay, she isn’t upset, that she really just wants Mike happy, and that he is her friend. And then she reiterates they are friends. And then she says Will is her brother, and that she wants him to be safe, and Mike can save him. Mike would be upset about it for like a day, maybe (or probably) less as he stresses more and more on Will, and then they have to fight Vecna in Will’s form. And Mike ends up blurting out that he’s in love with Will, gives some long screamed confession which snaps Will out. Will thinks he just imagined Mike doing that, since the memory is foggy as he was still being led by Vecna, and so he doesn’t bring it up. Mike is so embarrassed by the whole thing and is afraid El might hate him, but she just goes over and hugs Will and holds him. After they finally defeat Vecna and fix things for good, El approaches Mike and he’s scared she’s going to unbreak up with him or something but when she hands him flowers, she says ‘these are for Will.’ Mike is like ‘what? You could give them to him?’ And she says they’re it from her, they’re from Mike, and to go and give them to Will. Mike asks if she’s okay, and she she again says she understands, and that she loves him, as a friend. They hug, and then Mike goes to Will. Will is at the hospital since Vecna messed him up, so he sort of assumes flowers from Mike is like a get better thing. But then as Mike sits on the edge of his hospital bed, he decides to just go ahead and ask if Mike remembers or knows how he was able to snap free of Vecna. Mike turns and kisses him, and Will is startled. He asks about El, and Mike says they’re fine, that she broke up with him but the two of them are fine and it’s been better this way for both of them. And he rambles on about how he’s been getting crazy feelings lately and thought they were feelings for El but then realized how much he liked Will, and keeps rambling until Will cuts him off with another kiss. Mike pushes Will back into the bed and kisses him more, and when he finally pulls away, he asks if Will wants to play Dungeons and Dragons. Will’s face lights up.
I don’t know, I just don’t see Byler happening unless El is the one to push it, and that’s just what makes sense to me personally since she definitely comes off as not ready for a relationship at all. It could happen differently for sure but I like this idea.
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