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soundlessdreamss · 3 months

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PLEASE PLEASE ALASTOR X scaramouche FEM READER PLEASE ROMANTIC

Hihihihi! Welcome to my blog and of course I can write this. I am familiar with his character so I’ll do the best of my abilities to make sure it fits him! Also request are open!

ALASTOR X FEM SCARAMOUCHE!READER

( Ignore the cat, I had no idea what else to put lol :3 )

you were wandering around without any real intentions. You already lost the three most important people you trust, no you didn’t lose them. They betrayed you after you gave them YOUR trust.

as you were in your own mind thinking about all that’s happened a poster flies into your face and you decide to take it off and see what it even is. The poster read “want to be redeemed for a chance to live in heaven! Well come and visit the hasbin hotel!!” It had a photo of the hotel and a smiley face on it. You were bored out of your mind especially with all these dumb sinners, you decided why not go there then? It’s not like anyone remembered who you were before anyways.

after you flew to the hotel with your elemental skill…

It didn’t take you too long to get to the hotel, it was quite easy to see as it was big and bright. And also out in the open. You prepared yourself as you went to knock on the door but paused. What if they broke your trust like how your old friends broke it? What if you make a bad impression? What if you manage to screw everything up once you actually become friends with them?

you couldn’t let that stop you though, you made sure no one old remembers you after you completely changed your identity for the better. Sometimes it’s best to let go of the past. You knocked on the door and waited for someone.

as you waited suddenly the door burst open and a blonde haired girl appeared with a greyish/white haired girl behind her. The blonde one quickly introduced herself as Charlie and the one behind her introduced herself as Vaggie. Charlie seemed overjoyed that someone actually came to the hotel.

once you entered you noticed there was also a spider looking person, a literal human sized snake, a cat, and a small maid the size of a child. But one of the people you saw there caught your eye, he was wearing a red suit and his hair kinda looked like it had ears. You found out from Charlie that his name was Alastor.

He walked over to you and inspected your look. He found you quite intriguing compared to the other females he met in his life, and his hell life. Like the gentleman he is he grabbed your hand and gave a small kiss to it. He politely introduced himself even though Charlie already did but you didn’t mind. You decided to also introduce yourself to him.

as you were walking to your hotel room, Alastor decided to accompany you on the way there even though it wasn’t a long walk. He just wanted to help you get settled in. You guys both realized you had way more in common than you thought, not being able to trust people enough, mother issues, (😭) and also loving to give people a taste of their own medicine.

as you got to your room he offered to get you some food or tea if you’d like. You decided that tea wouldn’t be that bad as it was quite nice to drink tea during the afternoon. He made both of you guys a tea and walked you to the balcony where he opened the door for you to enter first, pulled the chair out for you, and poured you some tea. It was really kind of him even though you barley knew eachother yet.

the afternoon went by so fast as the two of you chatted about your own interests and what you liked. Before you knew it, the night had already settled in and you got a bit sleepy. You both decided that it would be time to rest and you both said your goodbyes. Maybe it would be just fine at this hotel with him around.

two months later…

you and alastor became inseparable after two months together. Like two peas in a pod, you guys were so alike and did so much fun things together! There was a secret you were hiding from him though, the fact that you were starting to grow a crush on him. (Not to worry as he was also growing a crush and attachment to you.)

it got so obvious to the other staff members of the hotel that you guys liked eachother that they started making bets on who would confess first. But they also realized how you were mainly comfortable around Alastor and trusted him the most. Which was rare for you because you didn’t wanna trust anyone anymore but he made it so hard not to trust him.

Alastor decided to be the one to make the first move because if he didn’t then you guys would’ve just stayed quiet about your feelings. You were afraid of him rejecting you and then being left alone. Again.

he offered to take you out to dinner tonight and you happily accepted. You decided to wear a dark blue dress with a sliver necklace. It felt really pretty on you. Alastor decided to just teleport you to the restaurant he made a reservation at and you guys both made your way to the table.

he of course, pulled the chair out for you to sit on before he even sat down. “sooo, what would you like to order dear?” The sudden pet name caught you off guard but he kinda spoke like that to every female so you kept your cool. “I think I’ll just have [whatever your favorite food is reader!].”

Alastor nodded and he placed your orders. In the mean time you both chatted and he started becoming a bit more touchy than usual, like if you put your arm on the table he would slowly brush his hand against it. You know the usual trying to hit on a girl movements.

after a couple minutes both of you're food came and you decided to eat. It was silent as you guys were both eating but after you were done you guys decided to stay there for a bit before leaving. Alastor grabbed your hand as you guys left and pulled you close.

“listen I know this place that I think you’ll love, just close your eyes and trust me alright? He spoke out, this got you all curious now but you just nodded as he covered your eyes and led you there.

after a couple minutes of walking he then took his hands off your eyes and you didn’t realize how close he was. But also the scenery of where he took you was beautiful for hell, it felt like it has romantic vibes in the air. He then took both of your hands and looked you deep in your eyes.

“I have been dying to tell you something dear. Please let me speak for just a couple of minutes because I simply cannot wait anymore.”

you felt your heart racing and you nodded as you waited for him to speak.

“I never thought I could find love in any way shape or form, but when you appeared you suddenly made me feel something. Like a spark was ignited in my heart. I don’t know why you make me feel this way but it’s an amazing feeling. Please dear, tell me if you feel the same.”

was he implying that he loved you? Yeah he was, he just didn’t know how to explain it because this was the first time he genuinely felt it in his heart. It took you a couple of seconds to process what he said and your face turned red from you blushing. (Very logical for your face to turn red when you blush, yes.)

you wanted to give him a kiss right then and there but you’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time and you wanted to make it special.

“Alastor I feel the same way. I felt as if everyone left me and broke my trust so many times, but you never did. I know we only met a while ago but you set a spark in my heart that I didn’t know I still had.”

you and him were overjoyed that you both felt the same way about eachother. He then moved his hands so they cupped your face and brought you into a kiss. It didn’t last long but it felt good. Suddenly you heard rustling in the bushes behind you guys. And you saw six heads pop out. Charlie, Vaggie, Angel dust, Husk, Sir pentious, and Nifty.

“I TOLD YOU ALASTOR WOULD BE THE ONE TO MAKE THE FIRST MOVE!” Angel dust shouted and then the other five took out money and handed it over to him. They were seriously spying and betting on you two. It made you feel heavily embarrassed though. But in the end you got what you wanted so you ignored the embarrassment and just focused on the spark your heart felt right now.

Note: hiiiii again! Thanks for reading all of this if you made it this far. I tried my best with the Scaramouche reader but it was lowkey hard. I hope you enjoyed though!

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #scaramouche reader #fem reader #hazbin hotel

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toomuchracket · 8 months

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when i found you, much younger than you are now (flatmate/dad!matty x reader)

ten years of self-titled!! can u believe!! anyway, a little fluffy drabble about the day the album was released, and also about the day it turned ten, as voted for by you guys. enjoy!

2013

when you enter the kitchen, the linoleum floor cold even through your fluffy socks, matty is staring at the fridge. namely, at the thing pinned between two shitty manchester fridge magnets - a futile attempt by you to reduce your shared homesickness when you moved down south.

he's staring at the calendar, which under today's date reads "75 album release day!!!!" in your handwriting, adorned with as many lovehearts and stars and smiley faces as you could fit in the tiny box.

not that either of you were at any risk of forgetting the date, mind, but you thought it would be cute to commemorate it anyway. "you can keep it as a memento in the future," you had said, as you wrestled with the paper and the bumblebee magnet and the laws of physics while putting the calendar up. "when you're living in a malibu beach house in a decade, married to a supermodel, you can look at that calendar and think of the day your first album came out. and maybe also of me, back in london, or manchester, or maybe edinburgh... i don't know where exactly, but most likely on the other side of the world from you and your gorgeous wife. it'll be cute!"

(neither of you thought it was cute whatsoever, though.)

matty turns when he hears your half-shuffling footsteps, face twisting into a sleepy smile that splinters your heart. he opens his arms as you near him, pulling you into a washing powder-scented hug and resting his lips on your hair. "hi, darlin'."

"hi," you murmur into his sweatshirt. "happy album day."

"thanks," you feel matty's cheeks twitch into a smile against your head. "feels quite surreal, honestly. we have an album out. mad."

you caress the space between his shoulder blades. "i can imagine - it's insane for me to even think that my best friend in the world has an album out. m'so proud of you though, babe."

"couldn't have done it without you, sweetheart. oh, that reminds me..."

matty breaks the hug - and, in the process, your heart - to reach for one of the CDs piled haphazardly between the radio and the kettle. he hands you one with an all too familiar cover art, accompanying his "here" with a grin.

"matty, i said i would buy it!" you protest. "i want to be a part of getting you a number one."

"that's cute, babe, but nah," matty folds his arms and smirks. "there wouldn't be an album without you, because there wouldn't be EPs without you and your room at uni. so, the boys and i figured that you were the perfect person to get the first album CD actually made."

your eyes fill with tears at the ridiculously sweet, ridiculously too generous gesture. "wait, really?"

"i mean, it was my idea, of course," matty winks, which earns him a shove on the arm. "but yeah, that's the very first 1975 album disc. open it, darlin', look at the lyric booklet."

sniffling, you do as requested; your sniffles turn to full-blown sobs as you take in the "to our favourite girl. thanks for the love (and the pints) xx" dedication written on the first page, sobs which only increase in volume as you take in the lyrics, handwritten by matty rather than typed.

you gently place the CD and booklet back on the counter, and pull your sweetly-smiling best friend into a teary hug. "thank you, sweetheart. i feel very special."

"you are," matty replies, tenderly stroking the back of your head. "you're the most special, to me."

your heart jolts at that, and you squeeze matty even tighter, pull him even closer to you. but it's not close enough to satisfy you, it never is - nothing short of his skin cells grafting to yours and consuming them would stop your heart and brain and nervous system aching for him.

well, a kiss would probably do it, but that's far less likely to happen.

the painfully tender moment is interrupted by matty's back pocket buzzing, which provides a blissful relief from the thoughts about kissing your best friend that were beginning to awake from their dormancy. alas, the relief is short-lived - matty sighs in your ear, and murmurs "will you get that for me, sweetheart? don't wanna let go of you."

with a hopefully-unnoticeable gulp, you slide your hand down matty's back and into his pocket to pull out his phone. you squint at the caller ID. "s'george."

"should probably speak to him, i s'pose," matty says, planting a final (and devastating) kiss to your head before letting go of you and taking his phone. "are you gonna go and listen to the album while you get ready for the party later?"

you grin sheepishly. "already bought and listened to it on itunes."

"you're incorrigible. but i love you."

"ooh, big word! i love you too," you smile. "and tell george i love him too, and i can't wait to celebrate with you all later."

matty winks. "will do, darlin'."

you wink back and grab your CD, turning on your heel and wandering to your bedroom to begin the arduous process of getting ready for the album release dinner and subsequent party. it goes by quicker than usual, though, soundtracked by the boys, punctuated by congratulatory texts to and from ross and george and a half-hour congratulatory phone call with adam, and powered by the excitement of knowing you can be extra affectionate with matty today and it won't be weird.

it goes by so quickly, in fact, that you're almost completely finished your makeup when matty peers round your slightly-open door. "hey babe, would you mind- oh, wow, you look gorgeous!"

it's almost embarrassing how warm your cheeks get at that simple statement. you swivel to face your flatmate, smiling bashfully. "thanks, sweetheart. i was a bit worried the eye makeup was too much for dinner, but i've committed to it now, i s'pose."

"no, it's perfect," matty says softly, coming into the room and perching on the end of your bed. you're perfect, he wishes he could add - it's cliché, but god, is it true. "i love it."

your cheeks burn, and lift of their own accord. "i'm glad."

matty smiles back just as widely as you. there's a pleasant silence for a moment, reluctantly broken by you before matty forgets his train of thought. "did you want to ask me something, babe?"

"oh, shit, yeah," matty nods. "would you mind - if you have the time, that is - drying my hair for me? can never get it to sit right. but like it's cool if not, i can do it myself, i just like it more when it's you doing it and-"

"matty," you interject, before he talks himself unconscious. "of course i will. just let me do my lipstick first, yeah? then i'm all yours."

all his. christ, what he wouldn't give. "take your time, darlin'. thanks a lot."

"s'no problem," you say, turning back to your dressing table and rifling through a pile of lipsticks. matty smiles as you open a few in turn, furrowing your brow as you wordlessly narrow down your colour options; the smile is wiped clean off his face when you drop your jaw and swipe a dark pink over your lips, forming them into an O as you make sure the lipstick is applied perfectly. fuck. your mouth.

(the lyric from talk! is most definitely about you, but he'll never tell.)

after the most agonising minute of matty's life, you turn around to face him. "ok, i'm finished making myself pretty. your turn, babe."

"you're always pretty," matty says, kissing the top of your head as you stand up to let him sit in the chair; he finger guns towards his reflection as he does. "and so am i."

you roll your eyes. "maybe it's best if the album doesn't go to number one, actually. your head might explode, healy."

"best make sure my hair looks good then, babe."

"when has it not, when i've styled it? it's me you're talking to, not george."

"fair point."

with a wink to him through the mirror, you rake one hand through matty's hair and aim the hairdryer at it with the other. he closes his eyes, sinking back into the plush seat, enjoying the soothing combination of warm air and your gentle touch - your nails lightly scratch his scalp the way you know he loves, and he hums contentedly. fuck the dinner, fuck the party, fuck celebrating the album; matty would be happy just to stay like this forever with you.

you'd be happy with that too, to be honest.

matty slowly opens his eyes as you put down the hairdryer and finish shaping his hair with your hands. you crouch to get the back looking just so, then rest your chin on his shoulder and smile at him through the mirror. "beautiful boy."

tilting his head so it rests on yours, matty beams at you through the mirror. "thanks, sweetheart. we do look quite hot, don't we? we should memorialise it, i think."

"now? we're not even dressed for tonight yet," you say, as matty pulls his phone from his pocket and opens the camera.

"trust me, babe, this is just the first of many pictures i intend to take to document this very important day. and the first of many pictures i intend to take of you, looking all hot and glamorous."

"charmer. alright, take the pic."

"alright, darlin'."

2023

when you enter the kitchen, the déja vu of a moment from a decade ago practically smacks you in the face. never mind that it's a different house, with a different kitchen and a different floor (tiled, not lino, but still cold under socked feet).

just as he was exactly ten years ago to the day, albeit with different hair, matty is staring at something pinned between two shitty manchester magnets on the fridge (also different - a smeg you were embarrassingly excited about buying when you and matty moved here). rather than the calendar from before, though, it's the picture the two of you took while you were getting ready to celebrate the album release.

again, matty turns to smile at you as you near him - well, as best he can with a toddler clinging to his leg and a 7 month-old baby in his arms. you can see in his eyes that the déja vu is getting to him as well. that, and the way his smile widens as he says "hi, sweetheart".

"hi. happy ten years of your first album," you grin, moving closer to kiss him quickly. dylan lets go of her dad's leg and raises her arms towards you; when you pick her up and kiss her cheek, she giggles and hides her face in your neck. smiling, you do the same to elena, who beams mostly toothlessly at you in response. "and hello to you too, my babies! were you good for daddy while mummy was at work?"

soft curls tickling your neck tells you that dylan is nodding, an action matty copies enthusiastically. "they were perfect," he says, booping elena on her tiny nose and making her giggle - your favourite sound on the planet. "they take after their mum, of course."

you roll your eyes. "ever the charmer, healy."

"you know it, healy," matty grins, relishing the chance for acknowledgement of your shared last name, the same way he's done at any opportunity since you took it as your own four years ago. "we were just talking about mummy, weren't we, dyl? how in that photo she thought i was going to be married to somebody else by now, but daddy always knew he wouldn't marry anybody but her."

your heart glows with overwhelming love for matty and his words; it quickly begins to burn with embarrassment at your past utter cluelessness, though. "well, i genuinely didn't think you liked me in that way, the way i liked - like - you."

"silly mummy," dylan giggles, playing with the pendant on your necklace that bears her first initial, as well as those of her father and sister.

you tickle her little tummy, and the giggles increase tenfold. "silly mummy indeed!"

your toddler's giggles fade into little hums, and her tiny face turns placidly serious as she looks at the picture of her parents. "but pretty mummy."

"the prettiest," matty agrees, trying his best to extrapolate elena's tiny fist from one of his curls.

"well, maybe in a few hours, once i'm ready for the party," you say, stepping forward to save your husband's hair from his mini-me's grip. it takes you both a minute, considering you're both operating with only one daughter-less limb, but matty's curls escape mostly unscathed from your baby's possessive grasp. elena might be a matty clone, but she really is your daughter, no doubt about it. "which i really should start working on, considering everyone will be here in... three hours. will you all sit with me while i do my makeup?"

"of course we will," matty nods, holding out his free hand for you to take with your own. "lead the way, wifey."

for the second time that day, although you're sure there will be many more instances of it, there's an overwhelming familiarity to the scene in your bedroom. with the exception of dylan sitting on the vanity, copying you and pretending to put her own makeup on with one of your clean blush brushes, and elena doing tummy time on your bed and babbling away happily, the process is much the same as it was exactly a decade ago - enjoyable, quick, interspersed with excitement and texts and calls from your equally-excited friends.

the soundtrack is also different, although it's still matty singing; instead of the songs about, well, drugs and blowjobs that had scored your pampering in the past, he's doing a medley of disney songs, nursery rhymes, and... "babe, is that britney spears?"

mirroring his youngest daughter and lying on his stomach on the bed, matty glances up, eyes gleeful. "yeah! lena loves it. look - oops, i did it again, i played with your heart, got lost in the game, ooh baby baby."

true enough, elena shrieks with laughter and taps her hands against the duvet in accompaniment to her dad's singing. you laugh too, picking dylan up and moving to sit beside the other half of your family. once you're settled, you scoop elena into your arms and sit her against your knees. "you have such good taste, my girl!"

"mmm, so do i," your husband hums, looking at you with barely-concealed attraction in his dark eyes. "you look gorgeous, darling."

over ten years of matty compliments, and they still shoot straight to your knees and turn them wobbly. you lift your burning cheeks in response. "thanks, sweetheart. you're not too bad yourself."

"you think so? because i was going to ask you about fixing my hair again-"

"i honestly don't think it needs it, babe."

"really? well, in that case," matty reaches back to grab his phone from his back pocket, before rolling to a sitting position and tugging dylan into him. "scootch in, then."

dylan watches her dad open the camera app. "photo now?"

"yes, munchkin."

"but my dress!"

"oh, you're your mother's daughter right enough," matty smiles. "we'll take one picture first, dyl, and then you can go and put your dress on in time for your aunties and uncles and cousins arriving, yeah?"

"ok."

"that's the spirit," matty ruffles his toddler's head, before putting his arm around you. "say cheese!"

after his girls oblige, dylan moves round to talk to her baby sister, while matty opens the picture to see how it turned out; you lean in and rest your chin on his shoulder again so that you can look too. "oh, matty, look how cute we all are!"

"definitely fridge-worthy," matty laughs, kissing your temple. he leans back slightly to look at you, bringing a hand up to lightly caress your hair. "i can't believe it's been ten years. for both the album and the two of us. although they always went hand in hand for me, to be honest. constantly thought about you while i wrote it. and i still constantly think about you now."

you press a quick kiss to matty's lips, wiping away your lipstick stain with your thumb - matty tries to kiss it as you do, which earns him a laugh and a "matthew" from you. "i love you, baby."

"i love you too, sweetheart. here's to the next ten years."

#mads does writing #flatmate!matty #dad!matty #matty healy fluff #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fic #matty x reader #self titled 10

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tenjikubaby · 1 year

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you have one (1) new message!

s62 (+ kakucho) texting/messaging HCs

Rindou: The “whats up” guy

Fair emoji use, texting abbreviations, and slang. Can’t care less about proper capitalization or spelling words correctly unless he really wants you to leave him alone. He can be a bit dry as a texter because he prefers to tell you stuff in calls or in person. Usually takes hours or even days to reply unless you’re special to him (you only need to wait minutes if so). Being an extrovert, I think many people messaging him so sometimes your messages might get buried under everyone else’s, and he’s usually too lazy to check everything.

Ran: The “Good morning. How are you?” guy

He wants to sound formal and intelligent over text, so he’s got complete sentences, good grammar, proper punctuation and capitalization even if you’re close. Rare emoji use, and if he uses one it’s only the basic smiley/sad faces because he’s too lazy to check out the other emojis outside that. Would likezone you on Messenger or send you those sparkly gifs and it doesn’t mean anything! He’s just kind of a boomer. Leaves you on read often but that also doesn’t mean anything because he might have a) fallen asleep, b) started zoning out, c) just forgot to reply.

Shion: The "WHAT" guy

WACKY. Lots of emojis (his favorites are the fire, 100, and devil emojis), abuses Caps Lock, may spam you when excited. Sometimes, you might wake up to 35+ new messages from him, a lot of them different variations of “[NAME] WAKE UP BRO CHECK THIS OUT 🔥🔥🔥” (and it’s just a screenshot of a scammy “Congratulations you won a new iPhone!!” message from a free movie website. He already put his details in.) Reply speed is FAST unless he's in a fight or meeting. Laughs at the memes you send like 'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA' because he doesn’t believe in lol or lmao or rofl. He’s quite fun to talk to because his reactions are so enthusiastic and extra.

Izana: The “yes? 🤯” guy

Heavy emoji user. Uses emojis that sometimes mismatch the tone of his message so he can be confusing to talk to. It’s just one of his quirks though. You’ll know immediately if he likes or dislikes you because if he doesn’t like you, he just sends something like “shut the fuck up 😄”. Doesn’t abbreviate too much, but adheres to proper punctuation and types complete sentences. The type of person to respond to you with pictures instead of typing. (Like, if you ask “Where are you?” he sends you a close-up of his face and just above it you can see the sign of the restaurant he’s about to enter). Likes to send memes and reaction pics as well. Reply speed is quite slow but doesn't exceed a day.

Kakucho: The "hello :)" guy

Refuses to use emojis, prefers to just type out his smileys/sad faces. No caps. Abbreviates a lot of words but still uses proper punctuation because he doesn’t want to sound monotone. His texting is quite informal but still very much polite unless you’re close friends (he’ll be less polite then). He apologizes if he took too long to reply to you, which happens every time because Kaku isn’t on his phone much. If it’s really urgent, you’re better off calling him. If you send him a meme, he might not get it because he’s also not much of an internet person (unless you sent something that’s universally funny, to which he’ll reply “haha :D”).

Mocchi: The "sup" guy

It’s really much better and easier to talk to him in person or just call. This guy’s phone is almost always dead. He plays lots of mobile games and spends so much time on YouTube, then forgets to charge his phone. When he does reply, he sounds so lazy: 1-3 words and little-to-no-effort in continuing the conversation at all. You see abbreviated words and no emojis, punctuations and caps. This is not because he doesn’t like you, but it’s because he prefers to talk to people face-to-face.

Mucho: The plain "Hi" guy

Sounds way too serious in text. He’s not one for perfect grammar and punctuations in text, but you still feel his seriousness. Another slow replyer—barely on his phone because he actually touches grass. He prefers to talk through call, but when you do call, make sure it’s really important or you’d hear a deep sigh on the other end before he says goodbye and hangs up. Would likezone you just like Ran because these two are boomers deep down. Leaves people on read if he thinks the message is not worth replying to.

#tenjikubaby #rindou haitani #ran haitani #shion madarame #izana kurokawa #kakucho #kanji mochizuki #yasuhiro muto #tokyo revengers headcanons

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papa-evershed · 10 months

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I’m curious… what do you think are the sexiest gifs of Rob EVER? 😏 I’d love to see ‘em.

I apologize for my late answer but like a weirdo, I was just convinced that my choices would somehow be disappointing. 😅🙈 I just feel like most people are going to expect gifs of kissing scenes or skin but those aren't even the ones that make me the most feral. But I'll give it a shot. 😂

As always, under a read more for length but also for cringe worthy fangirling and NSFW thirst-talk.

Immediately, my first thought was this gif. When I say I adore this man's belly I fucking mean it. He's just so deliciously man-shaped. Tall and thick and soft in all the right places. I love a belly, lets me know that a person isn't too militant and allows themselves to indulge in life's pleasures. 😏😏 (I'm reading way too much into a belly but here we are.) Add in the fact that in this specific scene, Martin Evershed is being the ultimate soft, caring Dad™. He has every reason in the world to lose his shit on Sam but instead he actively chooses to be what she needs in that moment and it's just incredibly sexy because he is a whole ass Man™. I just wrote a fucking novel about this one gif but listen, there's a reason it's first that comes to mind.

The thumb in the mouth? 🙃

Speaking of Act On This, this one too. I'm not even sure if I can put my finger on exactly why this specific gif is one of my favorites. Perhaps because he's usually so smiley (which I adore) that a rare serious/stern look wrecks me. Another reason I want him cast as a villain. Just...yes, sir.

And on the flip side, these because he's just so soft again. I fucking love soft men, ones who don't seem to have that drive to constantly perform their own personal version of hyper-masculinity. (also, I'd suck a random dick off the street to get this in HQ)

I'm a simple creature and I like profiles, noses, and tits.

Like I said, I'm a simple creature and I am no better than any man.

When the right men manspread at the right time? Yes. Yes, that.

When Dad™ shows up to save the day? Get that man a beer and a blowjob.

And while I love it when a man is great with kids...I also think it's incredibly sexy when he's tired of their bullshit cause aren't we all sometimes? 😅

FUZZY GREY NECK? say no more. Also, I'd stand in a three hour long line to wait my turn to ride his thigh like he was the carousel at Disney World. I said what I said.

Hutch. Just Hutch. Everything about the character was sexy. And bless this t-shirt. The shoulders. The arms. The fuzzy neck. The nose. He could 100% talk me into sleeping in that creepy ass cabin and much like Phil, we'd also wake up naked and calling out to God.

Annnd because I feel like it's expected and it does deserve attention, this kiss with Papa E. Listen. Listen. So many fucking onscreen kisses go from 0 to 60 in .000005 seconds. Just immediate face-fucking right out the gate. And IDK about y'all but that shit just isn't enjoyable in real life. Don't assault my fucking face like a Dallas Cowboy's linebacker. 🙃 Ease into it. Warm up. Mr. Evershed will patiently take his time making you so anxiously desperate for more that when he finally does deepen that kiss your lips will be eagerly wet and ready...heh. 🙈

Anyway. 😳 I've been really good about not being thirsty on main anymore and this is still quite tame for me but I'm gonna stop now because this post could go on all night. 🫠

#y'all can't see me like this

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lady-lauren · 2 months

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I know I just sent an ask to compliment your new theme BUT THEN I saw your One Piece Valentine’s event and I scuttled back over to submit *blush* I am not familiar with One Piece (yet). Thank you in advance and it’s lovely to see you back on my dash!

ZODIAC: Aquarius Sun, Leo Moon, Virgo Rising

LOVE LANGUAGE: I like giving love in the form of acts of service (I love cooking/making coffee/making tea for the people I love.)(”I want us to eat and be well.”). I like receiving love through quality time (I love when people listen to me talk about the things I like) and words of affirmation (my friends say I look like I’m going to cry when someone says good girl lmao).

AESTHETIC: A cross between kidcore, hopecore, and whimsygoth with a heavy emphasis on the whimsy. Also with a little dash of coastal grandpa 😂.

HOBBIES: Reading, gaming, long walks, cooking, LISTENING TO MUSIC AND MAKING PLAYLISTS ←-I do this like I do it for a living.

OTHER: 5’4”, blue eyes, curly brown hair, plus size! My main type is mainly people like Daichi and Kirishima-thick/lorge and good good good to the bone. I am usually drawn towards masculine presenting folks but my compass doesn’t point in one direction. Oh, and I’m always game for a little nsfw *wink*

Kait I am matching you with the goodest of good good boys: Portgas D. Ace 🥰

He might not be the lorgest boy, but he's no string bean (mans is very in shape, and literally always shirtless lol)

Whimsy is right up Ace's alley: he wears a hat with a smiley face and a frowney face for what? For shits and giggles and a good damn time. He also has a bit of coastal grandma in him, so he would love to spend quality time shopping for clothes in the same section and getting matching outfits with his favorite thing in the world: you.

He is perfect for all of your love languages. He will eat and eat and eat anything you put in front of him and he would constantly praise you. Ace is canonically polite and kind and sweet. Good Girl would be your second title with him. Along with many other pet names and cute things. He's just a wonderful mix of manly and adorable.

Ace would definitely be a go with the flow partner. He wants to get caught up in your tides and just move through life with you. He does have quite a strong personality so he wouldn't be afraid to help lead and give advice when you need it, but ultimately he would be the kind of man to look for a true, equal partner.

Ace would be WAY too into music, just like you. If you curate playlists for him, he will listen to every song and analyze why you put the songs in the order you did and report back to you about everything he loved. He would love to lay with you and share earbuds or have music filling the room while you both talk about your favorite lyrics.

Ace is definitely a romantic. He's just the perfect golden retriever type, always wanting to make you happy, and over the moon when you go out of the way with acts of service to make him happy. You would be such a perfect pairing.

#lauren answers #match ups #Kait you would lOVE him I promise #just so so so so good #the bestest #one piece #portgas d ace

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walkingstackofbooks · 1 year

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DS9 2x23 Crossover thoughts (I'm re-watching, so there may be future spoilers)

Kira's face, I love how much annoyance she can convey with even the subtlest expression.

"Quietly." That's not going to happen with Julian there

....Julian's ADHD-like inability to keep quiet is actually too relatable 😅

She's surprisingly pleased at him listening to Bajoran music, I get the feeling she didn't think Julian could do anything she would like.

"Burying the hatchet." - he just wants to be frieeeeends.

"We're finally putting past conflicts behind us." "Making way for brand new ones." Oh Kira XD

"May I call you Nerys?" "...Sure." *Internally: If I say yes will you stop talking??*

"I've always felt you were one of the most interesting women I've ever met." Hell yeah she is!

The way Kira's eyes widen as she realises OH NO HE'S FLIRTING. (Saaaame though. My heart just sank when I realised he's flirting)

Haha, "It was hard for Chief O'Brien as well at first." So either this exchange is purely platonic like with the chief, or his exchange with the chief was definitely flirting like with Nerys. ...I know which one convinces me more.

I always love the immediate change from silly to professional when danger happens

The fear in their voices when they can't see the station

The dizzy camera angle is WONDERFUL

Kira accidentally channelling the Intendant with her anger, enough to fool them.

Julian's whisper of "Garak" <3

Intro music, oh my, that was just the first five minutes?! I'm going to have so much to say aren't I 😅 It's almost like you've got my two favourite characters in the same room XD

Interesting that the difference between "Terran" and "Human" is picked up by the universal translator. Or does Julian speak Cardasi and know Garak's difference in meaning that way?

Yisss, the Intendant - SO GOOD

"At least allow me to interrogate him." I do enjoy seeing Garak like this

Miles! :D Somehow it's comforting to hear his voice in a bad situation

"That's my Rule of Obedience Number Fourteen". Is Odo mocking the rules of acquisition? Or inspired by them to make his own?

It's hard to remember how confusing this must be to the two of them, when we know straight away it's a parallel universe

Almost a century? Huh, I always forget DS9 is in the late 2360s

"I regret using it even when it seems necessary." ooft that's JUST like our Kira, though I don't think you mean it quite as much as she does

Oh, Kira thinks it's like her too! XD

"You know how to manipulate me!" Fantastic, I love how pleased she is

"Find this attractive young woman some quarters." Why is the Intendant allowed to be so gay when Nerys isn't? (I know, I know, she's evil, and villains are allowed to be queer where protagonists aren't.)

"Have you ever hear of a Starfleet Captain named James Kirk?" Once again, Julian's ability to remember stuff is absurd for a "normal human". There must be dozens of things people learn about Kirk, yet he recalls and connects the dots immediately - and this was something he only "read about", not that he learnt at the Academy!

>>> Compare this to The Naked Now. Admittedly, the events of The Naked Time were less memorable than parallel-universe travel, but there, Riker asks Data for help as he has only a vague memory of something similar happening at sometime in history.

Seeing this Quark is also quite fun

Sudden gun! Woah! Quark!

Growl-y Sisko :o Honestly, this is the weirdest change to see: Kira's fabulously fun, Odo and Garak are kind of understandable - but this is a completely different person

Julian giving up his food :3 though tbf I think most of the DS9 crew would in this situation

"Actually, we're best friends." Does he believe that? Is he lying to himself? Is it true? I'm obsessed with this

"You and me?" Oh, Smiley <3 He sound so disbelieving but also kind of hopeful

"Everything I've told you is the truth." I think Julian really means it

Sisko's laugh, SO WEIRD

Ohh, at being summoned we get the first hint of fear and silence from Sisko, before the charm turns back on....

"Is he as loyal and true as mine?" "He's a good man." Loving Kira's fight to want to agree that Sisko is loyal and true, but not wanting to compare him with this Sisko in any way.

"I'm... a little afraid of you." oh, Kira. This is so soft and heartbreaking

"I do admire a well-tailored gown." HAH in all universes Garak likes clothes.

"All atwitter" I just REALLY like this phrase?

"Good doctor" as opposed to dear doctor, such a big difference

Garak's definitely doubling down on offering the carrot AND the stick

"Just watch your back. You're in danger." "Why my back? What kind of danger?"

Kira's heartbreak at Sisko not being the Sisko she needs and wants

"I CARE about FREEDOM." KIRA I LOVE YOU

Killing a mirror image of your friends can't be fun, especially watching them explode graphically. I wonder how Julian will feel next time he sees Odo?

"Starfleet would probably have a big problem with that. ..... To hell with them. Let's go." There's a pause there, where I can only imagine Julian's thinking *well, Starfleet would have a big problem with me*

"This is my reward for treating you Terrans with the least bit of respect. Very well. I can learn from my mistakes." Man, the parallels with how Dukat always talks about how well he treated the Bajorans and how ungrateful they were...

MILES. YOU HERO. This speech of his is everything.

"I wanted him to take me with him because whatever it's like where he's from, it's got to be better than this. There's got to be something better than this." My heart, I cannot.

How quickly Rebellion starts! It's funny, re-watching I'd forgotten that the rebellion we see later on actually started in this episode.

"Where have you been?" "Through the looking-glass, Commander." That's a human phrase! I wonder how Kira learnt that? I'm headcanoning, from Julian's smile at the end there, it was a comment he had just made and explained about the whole experience, so it was the first thing Kira thought of to say XD

What a pair they make, Julian being the dirtiest scruffbag and Kira still in her elegant dress.

I ADORE this episode. So, so, SO good.

#ds9 crossover #ds9 2x23 #kira nerys #julian bashir #andi watches ds9 #WSB

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serena-hart-09 · 2 years

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"Remember Me"

A/N: Heyo! So it seems that my brain started to work today and I finally completed the draft! ✨✨✨✨

Anyways, I know this is quite smaller than I what usually write....

Also, any suggestions or asks are always welcome! 💖💖💖💖💕💕✨✨

(Also, take care of yourselves!)

TW: Implied/Mentions of vomiting ; Implied Murder ; Major-Character Death ; If have missed any please do tell me!

Others: Lucifer x F!OC (Meera) ; a little fluff.

Chapter 1

“GAH!”

The demon of pride wakes up with a scream looking around the room.

There was only him and the pitch darkness surrounding him.

And of course, the silence.

“….” The demon takes a moment to calm his racing heart down, thinking about the events that had transpired.

M.L.

Prorok’s death….

Diavolo…..

Him dying……

He gets up and runs for the bathroom to wash his face, to somehow calm down the storm inside his head.

‘It’s alright. You’ll get used to it’

A voice in his head tells him.

……Ah….. It’s M.L……

“Tch” Lucifer scowls away from the mirror.

‘Hey now, I was trying to comfort you.’

“…..So….. I am alive…..?”

‘Yup.’

Ignoring the voice, he continues to think aloud, “……What day is this……?”

‘….The same day you “died”.’

…..

“I beg your pardon?”

How the hell is he going to change his fate in just one goddamn day?!

‘Hey, you never know.’

Tch.

This is going to be a hassle….

…..

…

“?” the demon looks over the nightstand where his D.D.D. gives out a sound of its presence, to inform him of message. Lucifer sighs and checks the device.

It’s 3:04 am.

Underneath the clock in screen, the sender’s name was visible.

“Meera?” why was she awake so late in the night? Shaking his head, he reads the message:

Meera: Hey you awake?

Meera: Sorry, if I am disturbing you……

Meera: I……. I just… missed you is all…

Huh? What happened to her-

‘Hey…. That didn’t happen the last time… did it?’

Yes….. This didn’t happen…. But, “It could still be a useless different moment as well…” As much he didn’t want say something like that about the human, he right now had more impending matters to handle.

‘Every moment is precious, Lucifer. Even a slightest change, can be a small light in a crevice or…….a signal of the inevitable.’ M.L. speaks to him solemnly.

“Talking with experience?”

‘Reply to her.’

“…”

Lucifer: No, you didn’t. I assure you; I was awake myself.

The reply comes faster than he anticipates:

Meera: I… see…..

Meera: ……

Meera: Are working late again?

Meera: *Doom Demoji*

The demon smiles to himself, as he also can hear the voice inside him chuckle.

Lucifer: What if I am?

Lucifer: Are you going to, in your words, “Drag my ass back to bed?” :)

Meera: Holy shit-

Meera: Lucifer using a smiley! I need to capture this moment forever!

Meera: *clicks a screenshot*

Meera: And yes, I would. I would lovingly drag your ass back bed.

Meera: And if you try to escape?

Meera: Then I will stick to you like a sloth.

Lucifer: Oh?

Lucifer: Please do try.

Lucifer: :)

Meera: …..

Meera: On second thought,

Meera: I would give you tea.

Meera: and put a drop of sleeping potion.

Lucifer: You do know that you are talking to the very person, you intend to use that plan upon, yes?

Meera: ….

Meera: …..

Meera: Ahahahahahahha-

Lucifer: …..Really now?

Lucifer: Anyways, are you alright?

Lucifer: What is keeping you awake?

Meera: …..

Meera: Hey……

Lucifer: ?

Meera: How did it feel when you killed someone for the first time…..?

…..

Lucifer double checks the message to make sure eyes are not deceiving him.

Lucifer: What do you mean?

Meera: You know what? Forget, I ever said that.

Lucifer: No, Meera.

Lucifer: What did you mean by that?

“Do you think that…….”

‘She is the one who killed Prorok?’ He finishes with an amused hum.

“…..But it’s highly unlikely. She’s a human. He’s a prophet and a demon. It can’t be….”

‘Did you check her background? Any links to supernatural entities?’

“Other than Lilith’s faint lineage. No.” the demon looks at the device’s screen to find a reply.

Meera: ……

Meera: What if I said…….

Meera: I did it for you?

What?

‘What? Is she like obsessed with you or something?’

This doesn’t makes any sense…. Meera, from the beginning hated his guts. It is recently that they had a mutual friendship between them…. Not to mention, Meera loves Simeon. So….

‘It’s impossible?’

The demon nods in the empty room.

Meera: What if I said….. I knew something that no one knows?

Meera: Or something, like, I know what is going to happen?

“…….”

‘…’

Lucifer closes his eyes for a moment, and takes a deep breath.

Lucifer: …..Did you kill Prorok?

Meera: ……

Lucifer: May I take that as a yes?

Meera: ….. Yes.

“How-”

‘Anything is possible, buddy.’

Furiously shaking his head, he types:

Lucifer: Come to my room, now.

“So, we know who, killed Prorok. But I still don’t what Prorok’s Prophecy was.”

‘You suspect that, Diavolo killed you due a prophecy?’

“That is very likely.”

‘Elaborate.’

“The Old Demon King was very well acquainted with him. All of his prophecies were true, almost.”

‘Almost?’

“Yes, only one prophecy was never fulfilled.”

‘Do you know…?’

“No. It is confidential.”

‘Anyways-’

A heavy knock resounds in the void-like silence of the room.

“…Come in.”

The door opens slowly to reveal a figure covered in blood, from head to toe. It’s head low, meekly trying to hide itself.

A second look made Lucifer, paralyze in realization, as the figure lifts its head to look at him.

It was Meera.

Lucifer doesn’t know why or when, but he hugged her tightly, without caring about the blood.

“Why?” he asks.

“I said so, didn’t I?” her small voice answers.

“But still-”

“Here.” The human hands him a crumpled old document.

“….?”

“It’s the prophecy.”

“…” he looks at her in horror.

“I don’t care, if you kill me, or you can do what you think is best.”

Lucifer steps back a little to look at her. The clothes that she wore on their date, last Friday were now covered in blood. Her eyes, that shone whenever she would talk, now empty and soulless.

‘….’

“But still, why did you do it?” he sighs, in a feeble attempt to regain his composure.

“……..”

“Meera…….”

“…..Burn that thing.”

“Huh?”

“The Prophecy. Burn it.”

“…. Why may I ask?”

“Should I do it for you then?”

“Answer my question first, Meera.” He growls at her, agitated.

Meera’s black eyes look at him for a moment and then she sighs looking down, at her hands. “……”

“…..Meera?”

Suddenly, Meera pulls out a bloodied silver dagger from her coat, she looks at the demon with a sad smile, “I am sorry, but I couldn’t keep my promise…….. But this may save you, so live….. alright?”

Lucifer looks at her in shock, and runs at her to grab the dagger……

‘…….Let me….’

Suddenly, reality broke apart like a glass………

Everything, Meera, himself, the room, the trees outside, the moon in the sky, the sky itself….

Everything was submerged in the darkness…….

?????????

??????

????

???

“GUh!”

…….

The demon of pride wakes up with a scream looking around the room.

There was only him and the pitch darkness surrounding him.

And of course, the silence.

“….” The demon takes a moment to calm his racing heart down, thinking about the events that had transpired.

…..

“Ok……… BUT WHAT IN NAME OF DEVIL-”

‘Part of my powers.’

“!”

‘*Sigh* That girl was about to kill herself. So, I had to.’

“……..”

‘Look I know what you are thinking but there is a limit to how much I can use this power too.’

“….Oh?”

‘I can only use it 7 times, minus 1 for now.’

“…..Why did you…”

‘I don’t know why…. But I feel like Meera, that girl………’

“She knows why did Diavolo killed me the first time? Because her having the Prophecy itself was alarm-” the demon stops mid-sentence. “Wait, we have to go to Meera! NOW!”

Lucifer grabs a red stone from the nightstand and breaks it, red waves of magic revolve around him as his attire changes from his nightclothes to his classic look. He quietly flies down the stairs and sends his small minions, the Little Ds to look for Meera in the House.

He looks at his watch, if he is correct, all of the events happened in 1 and half hours at minimum or 2 hours at maximum. He vomited in the bathroom for a lot of time, talked to M.L. for like 5 minutes at best? Then replied to Meera and talked to her for 20 minutes, then waited for her arrival and then all of the things that came after-

“What?”

The demon looks at his watch.

It’s 3:04 am.

The demon looks at his D.D.D. and opens the messaging app to confirm.

There were no new messages.

Meera hadn’t messaged him….

He reopened the app again and again.

“What… This Thing-”

“Lord Lucifer!”

A Little D of Lust comes at him, it looks at him knowing their master’s foul mood it quivers and speaks, “M-Miss, she is in…. her r-room sleeping.”

“What.”

At the speed of light Lucifer flies to Meera’s room not caring if he was making any sound or whatever.

Once at his location, he quietly opens the door and finds the human sleeping in her bed.

“……”

The demon dismisses everyone and goes back in his room.

“Just….. What the hell is happening?”

‘…..’

“Do you know anything?”

‘No…… It seems that we are in a much bigger pickle that we thought we were….’

“…..M.L.”

‘Hm?’

“What day is it?”

Maybe, the day is different that’s why?

….

‘It’s the same day, Lucifer.’

End Notes: I hope you like this chapter!😊

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rosaline-black · 2 years

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𝚃𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐-𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚂𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚎

Summary: slughorn assigns Severus a person to tutor. The last thing he expects is to fall for her...

Category: young!Severus Snape X Fem!reader

Tutoring. The idea of tutoring sent him through the wall. Severus was a very private person, not really interacting with anyone willingly, so when slughorn assigned him someone in his year to tutor the thought made him want to die. But he had no choice.

So there he was sitting in the library with the reasonable books waiting for whoever it was he was meant to be tutoring. How clever of slughorn to not even give him a name.

His jet black hair fell in his face as always, and he decided to read a book while he waited. Although he was early in the first place it still bothered him that he was left waiting around.

Humming interrupted his train of thought as he looked up to see a smiley girl who had a cassette Walkman in hand. She clumsily sat down in-front of him before taking out her headphones and rummaging through her bag.

He recognised her from his class. She was rather ditsy and seemed to keep to herself. She had also had the most casualties with potions, it seems that nearly every potion she attempted ended up as a complete dud or blew up in her face, which now made sense as to why he was enlisted to help.

"Hello..." she said cheerfully. This confused him greatly. He assumed the person he was tutoring would be just as unhappy about it as him, but she seemed more then happy to spend an hour or so with the most unpopular and miserable person at Hogwarts.

Severus didn't respond and merely glared at her. He was met with a smile though which made him even more confused.

"So... you're my potions tutor correct?"

"Obviously..." he drawled looking through his hair as she continued to smile away. He looked at her Hufflepuff robes and rolled his eyes. Of course she was a Hufflepuff. (Dw I love hufflepuffs so much)

"Brilliant.. I'm y/n by the way... I'm in your potions class..."

"Yes I know..." he said rather snappily. She frowned slightly at his cold tone which gave him a tinge of guilt in his stomach, he never felt guilty about being mean, why did it matter when it was directed to her?

Severus brought out a book and began to go over some of the more simple potions. His voice showed complete disinterest but he got caught up when he'd occasionally look up to see her listening to him like he was the most interesting thing in the world.

He wasn't used to people actually listening to him. When he told the marauders to leave him alone they didn't listen. He knew she was only listening because he had knowledge which she needed, but it was nice to pretend a pretty girl actually wanted to listen to what he had to say.

"Right it's been an hour... we'll meet here Wednesdays and Fridays at 5 just like today..." Severus said before grabbing his things.

"Thank you Severus..." she smiled patting his shoulder before she put her headphones back on and skipped off.

Severus found himself in the library that following Wednesday early like last time. He watched the smiley girl skip back into the library humming quietly to presumably muggle music.

"Hello Severus nice day today isn't..." she said taking out her headphones and cosying into the chair.

He merely nodded and continued to teach her the theory of potions. While he taught her he got a weird feeling in his stomach. He wasn't quite sure what it was because he hadn't felt it for a couple years but every time he'd look at her he'd feel weak, like she was the sun and he was an ice cube melting under her gaze.

She listened contently like last time as he spoke. He stumbled over his words a little more everytime he'd make eye contact with her, his ears and neck heating up. He watched as she tore her gaze from him and pulled out a small bag of biscuits.

"Biscuit?" She offered.

"You seem glum and biscuits always make me feel better..."

"I'm not glum.. I'm merely trying to teach you.."

"I know... but even before you started you looked sad.. biscuit?" She asked again pushing the bag towards him.

He glared at her but took one anyway. Truthfully he had been skipping meals to avoid seeing the marauders, even if they were at a different table it wasn't worth the risk.

The biscuits were really tasty and unknowingly ate quite a few.

"Next time we'll study in the potions classroom... you actually need to try brew something in order to get better..."

"Oh yes of course.."

"y/n are you on a date with snivelous?" A female voice called out from behind.

Severus immediately dropped his head down and y/n noticed immediately. She frowned and turned to a fellow hufflepuff named Lucy who was an acquaintance of hers, she had no notable personality other then being an awful gossip.

"Hey Lucy... his names Severus.. you see I doubt you'd like it if I called you pimples, cause of the red dots all over your cheeks.. you have no control over them right?" She asked.

Lucy looked taken back and shook her head

"Right... so maybe think before you tease somebody about a feature they have no control over... goodbye Lucy..."

Severus watched in shock as the girl in front of him waved to the other girl she just insulted with a sweet smile on her face. Lucy looked so taken aback she pretty much stumbled out of the library. He couldn't hide his amusement and admiration.

“Helga some people are so rude I'm so sorry about that... luckily I'm not a friend of hers..." y/n said turning back to Severus.

"You don't need to stick up for me.." he said looking back into her eyes.

"Oh sorry.." she said looking away and sighing slightly.

He wished he didn't push people away so much. The girl had just defended him, the guy who only really was cold towards her, yet all he did in return was make her feel like she did something wrong.

"Thank you though..." he mumbled after he saw her disappointed face.

She immediately lit up again and smiled.

"I'll make more biscuits for next time..."

"You made them?" He asked

"Yeah.. I may be shit and potions but I can do some things right... I also have an impeccable taste in music.." she giggled

Unwillingly he chuckled slightly watching the shock on her face which made him stop.

"Sorry... I just haven't seen you laugh before... it really suits you.." she smiled softly, his heart nearly leap from his chest

"Anyways id better leave you too it..we've gone overtime and I'm sure you'd rather be doing something enjoyable then tutoring me..."

He wanted so badly to stay with her. Why? He wasn't sure to be completely honest. Maybe it was her kind smile or the way her tiny hands were over expressive when she spoke, he wasn't quite sure.

"Are you sure?.. you could probably use more work on theory..." he croaked out.

She obliged and sat back down. He went through more theory work with her, attempting to make sheepish glances at her every-time she was looking down her parchment filled with notes.

Merlin she was adorable. He'd only ever had one everlasting crush and that was on the infamous lily Evans. They didn't speak anymore, mainly due to his stupid reflexes which were to push anyone away whenever they tried to be kind.

Although lily was still firmly on his mind, something about this girl made him forget all about the redhead every time there eyes met.

Severus had stopped talking for a while to allow y/n to take notes. He watched as she put her headphones back on and singed along quietly, all the while making notes.

"What are you listening too..?" He asked sheepishly. She didn't hear at first and pulled off the headphones which immediately got caught in her hair. She nervously yanked them away, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.

"Sorry.. I asked what were you listening too.." he mumbled back, finding her clumsy ways even more cute.

"Oh... well it's actually a mix tape I made... it's got lots of different songs on it.. but right now The song is big yellow taxi by Joni Mitchell..." she said rather reluctantly almost like she found herself irritating.

"I'm not that knowledgeable with music.. you could.. uh.. show me sometime.." he stuttered barely getting the words out.

The smile that erupted on her face eased his nerves though as she nodded enthusiastically.

"Oh yeah sure... here..."

She took the headphones and carefully placed them over his ears. He blushed as her fingers grazed his cheek while she propped them on his head.

"Right here... just press that button.." she instructed

He did as she said and a song started playing, it wasn't too loud so he was able to make out what she was saying.

"That ones by the Beatles... surely you know the Beatles right?"

He held back his eye roll and nodded instead. He listened too the song and surprisingly didn't hate it. While he listened he watched her continue to take notes from the textbook. I definitely have a crush

He thought.

A month or so had passed since Severus and y/n's second tutor session. The feelings the raven haired boy had towards her were only increasing with every time they met. He found himself looking forward to seeing her twice a week.

It was the one time where he felt giddiness and actually happiness. Although he was only tutoring her he couldn't help but like the casual conversations they shared.

It was a Wednesday and Severus was waiting for y/n like usual. He had been trying to work up the courage for the past couple sessions to ask her to hogsmeade the following weekend, but always backed out last minute. Her beautiful face was enough for him too feel as if him having any chance was laughable.

He heard her quiet singing and looked up to see her mindlessly skipping along until she sat before him.

She slid of her headphones and took out her notebook and quills.

"Good afternoon Severus nice day?"

"As nice as it can be..." he said meeting her eyes which had just caught in the sun.

"Ever the pessimist.." she chuckled "you know slughorn said that my grades have improved tremendously so I don't think I need you to tutor me anymore..."

Severus's heart dropped. For a moment he had forgotten the real reason someone like her would ever spend time with him. His face that he'd learnt to not have in a constant glare had reversed back to its old ways as he stared down at his textbook.

"Severus? Are you alright?" She waved her small hand infront of his face worry filling her eyes.

"Why wouldn't I be..." he spat hiding behind his hair as he did his homework.

"Did I do something wrong?" She asked nervously

"Not everything is about you y/n.. I know that might be hard to get into your thick hufflepuff head..."

He watched as her eyes welled up and she frowned deeply. She ruffled in her back and pulled out a card sliding to him before grabbing her things and hurriedly fleeing the library.

He felt awful immediately for being so cruel. In the moment it just felt easier to push her away, so the inevitability of losing her hurt less.

He looked at the envelope that lay before him and he carefully opened it with a sigh.

Dear Severus,

Thank you ever so much for tutoring me, you've been so bloody helpful and honestly quite lovely company.. which is why I was wondering if you'd like to go to hogsmeade with me? If not I completely understand I know I'm not everyone's cup of tea..

Yours sincerely, y/n

He was in complete shock and read over the thank you card another twenty times before running out of the library. His body moved before his brain could comprehend what he was doing.

He'd seen her relaxing outside by the black lake before and took a hunch in hoping she had just gone there now. He ran out by the lake and saw her hunched over with her headphones on.

He tapped her shoulder frantically. She turned around and had tears in her eyes. Severus didn't waste another minute and decided he had to show her that he liked her. Maybe he'd embarrass himself, but truthfully in that moment he didn't care.

Severus met her lips and cupped her face. He felt her kiss back instantaneously which relieved a lot of his nerves about rejection. They pulled away panting as Severus sat beside her on the green.

"You read my letter then..." she said stifling a laugh

"I'd love to go to hogsmeade with you y/n.."

"I'm very glad..."

#severus snape x y/n #severus snape x reader #severus snape x you #Severus snape #Severus #snape #harry potter #severus snape x female reader

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bajisbabe · 3 years

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# DISTANCE

you distance yourself from them | Mikey, Draken, Smiley, Angry

warnings: angst ig (kind of, but not really), can be read without having read the first part.

anon said: “i saw your TokRev HCs where they got slapped by Reader heheshwheh so can i ask like the continuation of it? bUT LIKE HCs for Mikey, Draken, Smiley, Angry only. like the continuation of their HCs where after that incident, y/n got so distant from them, like yk they notice that their relationship is breaking down so they try to talk to y/n hehshwhee (i chose those 4 bcs the 4 if them got only the bad ending in that post hehe)”

song: none.

photo cred (left to right): 1 3

MIKEY ↓

— he distanced himself first.

— but when he tries to get closer again, you’re nowhere to be found.

— definitely thinks you want to break up with him.

— at first, he smiles and bares it.

— but then he gets a lil’ annoyed.

— he knows he probably scared you off, or made you feel unwanted; he knows that you ignoring him is his fault.

— but he can’t bring himself to just let you.

— so he comes to pick you up after you leave your place of work like he usually does.

— you try to step past him, but he doesn’t let you.

— pulling that adorable pout of his lips, he says, “c’mon, please. don’tcha wanna ride with me?”

— you cave and get on the back of his CB250T, your arms wrapping around his waist.

— he doesn’t bother saying anything on the ride over. but turns out, he isn’t taking you home. he’s taking you somewhere with a nice view.

— and you try to tell him to take you home, but he just parks his bike and walks off.

— you’ve got no choice but to follow him.

— he sits and pats the spot next to him.

— whether you sit or not doesn’t matter.

— “hey, (y/n),” he starts, his smile gradually disappearing. “why’re you ignorin’ me?”

— whether you fess up or not also doesn’t matter.

— he’ll just start talking about how he’s noticed you ignoring him and how he understands why.

— “m’not usually a selfish person, but I could be...for you,” he leans back. his back snug against the grass below as he gazes up at you with wide, innocent eyes.

— there’s a lingering silence as he bites his lip, frowning subtly. “but if you really don’t wanna be with me, then…”

— he says nothing more, but you get the gist.

— he eventually clambers back onto his bike and takes you home. waving eagerly as you close the door behind you.

— he puts on a happy facade but he’s worried that you’ll leave him for sure.

DRAKEN ↓

— he thought the incident was just something to joke over. he didn’t realize that you’d actually be that affected by it.

— he might not notice that you’re ignoring him right away.

— but once he does, he’ll seek you out immediately.

— he likes to think that he’ll be understanding and cool about everything, but he actually ends up being super anxious about it all.

— seriously regrets joking about it.

— once he finds you, he corners you. doesn’t even do it on purpose, it just happens because he is kind of a big guy.

— “can we talk?”

— you don’t really have a choice considering you couldn’t make it pass him if you tried.

— he wouldn’t let you pass if you tried.

— he stutters and pauses trying to speak to you because he didn’t really think of what he’d say when he found you.

— but you can see in his face that he’s actually quite stressed about the whole ordeal.

— he starts offering you things out of the blue, promising not to make jokes like that ever again and all that.

— if you don’t stop him, he’ll be talking for hours.

— you have to say something for him to even realize that he’s going off on a tangent.

— “oh shit, sorry.”

— there’s likely an awkward stretch of silence before he sighs, shoulders slumping, “so you gonna give me a chance or what?”

— he really doesn’t have any plans on how to get you to stop ignoring him.

— he isn’t going to beg for you back either, he doesn’t want to pressure you or anything.

— just kind of gives you a pitiful look, hoping you’ll just stop this distancing thing.

— if you do try to pass him, he’ll grab you by the arm and gently tug you back in front of him.

— at the very least, he wants to talk about this.

— his lips are tugging down into a frown, eyebrows furrowed.

— he frustrated that he can’t think of any way to ensure that you’ll stop avoiding him. but he doesn’t want to waste your time.

— so he eventually sighs and steps aside, opening up space for you to walk past him.

— “I won’t joke about it again, okay? Just…” he sighs again, biting his lip. “Just stop ignoring me, please.”

— unlike the others, he doesn��t think you’re going to break up with him.

— he just thinks that this is a slump in your relationship that you need to get through.

— will probably freak out later when mentioning the argument to anyone else because they will likely tell him that you want to break up with him or something.

— it would be in your best interest to make up before then because if he thinks you’ll break up with him, he will have no opposition to pestering you until he gets some kind of answer.

— not even mean about it or anything, just kind of babbles mindlessly about how he didn’t mean to make you feel that way the next time he catches you out and about.

SMILEY ↓

— you’re distancing yourself from him?

— nice fuckin’ try.

— at first, he’ll give you some time and space; hoping you’ll realize how futile it is to just up and ignore him.

— but if you don’t stop soon, he’ll come and seek you out.

— you’ll be on your way home and he’ll corner you, backing you up against whatever’s around.

— don’t try to bypass or get around him, it’ll only make him mad.

— “you serious?” he spat, that same damned grin on his face. “after all that, you’re still tryin’ ta ignore me?”

— don’t bother to argue with him, he’s not listening.

— he is genuinely upset, and your lack of explanation only serves to piss him off further.

— “the least you could do is talk to me.”

— the argument gets to a point where he’s no longer smiling.

— he eventually stops spouting off and gets surprisingly quiet, his shoulders slumping and jaw ticking as he tries to get you to speak to him.

— “c’mon, please?” he sighs. “can’t you just tell me why?”

— you’re not leaving until you explain why you’ve been ditching him as of late.

— when you finally speak up, he offers to walk you home.

— the glare he has is enough for you to understand that you should just say yes.

— so you agree, and he walks you home.

— but the entire time, he’s mouthing off about how you two are good together and how he doesn’t want you to distance yourself any longer.

— believe or not, Nahoya is a decent communicator, but talking about things is usually his last resort.

— hitting is his go-to.

— but not with you though.

— he will be able to talk you into giving your relationship another try.

— even if he doesn’t win you over right now, he’ll come and find you again and again until you learn that ignoring him is useless.

— he’s not merciless though, not when it comes to something like this.

— if you still don’t want to be with him after all the pestering, he’ll have his regrets but he’ll let you distance yourself until you both become strangers again.

— he might not fight for you if you really don’t want him.

— but that doesn’t mean he’ll stop wanting you.

ANGRY ↓

— immediately understands.

— he lost his cool with you, and he realizes how scary that must have been for you.

— if you want to distance yourself, he isn’t going to stop you.

— but Toman most definitely will.

— no one around Souya wants to risk the possibility of him bursting into tears over your reluctance to be with him.

— try as you might, you’ll end up in front of Souya at some point.

— and just know that you and Souya meeting up will be the result of Toman because they can no longer stand to listen to Souya’s voice wobble as he goes on and on about how he misses you.

— the situation will be less of Souya trying to win you back and more of Toman trying to win you back for Souya’s sake.

— and don’t you dare try distancing yourself any longer because Toman as a whole cannot and will not live in fear of Souya’s tears any longer.

— at least talk to him, or else 🔫

— Nahoya especially will be on your ass about this.

— Toman doesn’t intend to pressure you, but they’ve all witnessed how happy you and Souya are together and believe that they’re doing the right thing by ensuring the two of you meet up and talk about it.

— and as Souya stands there, fidgeting and glossy-eyed, your heart will likely melt.

— he’s clearly having a hard time without you, but he’s too kind to be selfish and beg for you back.

— he’d prefer if you came to him on your own accord, he doesn’t want you feeling guilty or anything.

— but you’re already here, so he’ll sniffle and tell you how he feels whilst trying to keep his tears at bay.

— he isn’t usually a crybaby, it takes a lot to bring the Orge out.

— but when it comes to you, he is a lil’ on the softer side.

— “If you don’t wanna be with me any more, I understand.” He stutters. “But if you’re willing, I’d like...I’d like if you could give me, no, us another chance.”

— could you really say no to Souya?

— hair mussed; eyes bleary; lip bitten raw, Souya?

— his eyes rimmed red from wiping them dry time and time again.

— lip bright red from the biting he’s done to distract himself from the burning in the backs of his eyes.

— he hasn’t gotten much sleep, mulling over what caused you to ignore him. this resulting in the tangled bedhead he has now.

— honestly, he didn’t even brush his hair before coming here.

— he would’ve had he known you’d be here, but Nahoya tricked him into thinking it would just be a quick trip out and then he’d be able to go back to pitying himself.

— you can see that you ignoring him is clearly tearing him apart.

— but you both know that all you have to do is tell him that you don’t want to be together and he’d understand and leave you be because he cares that much.

— he wouldn’t force you to be with him or anything, but he would certainly miss you.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #mikey sano x reader #mikey x reader #draken x reader #manjirou sano x reader #ken ryuguji x reader #cw angst #tw angst #smiley x reader #nahoya kawata x reader #nahoya x reader #souya kuwata x reader #souya kawata x reader #souya x reader #angry x reader

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sunookkii · 3 years

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hey i know request are closed but this idea just got stuck in my mind and i wanted you to write sum about it if you like it 😭 so basically its an enha reaction/scenario ? where they forget your birthday, (maybe not in a bad way but i dont mind if its angst) hope ur good btw !! <3

a/n : OMG WAIT SRY TO ALL THE OTHER REQUESTS BUT THIS ONE FOR SUM REASON REALLY STUCK OUT TO ME i hope you enjoyyy ;) also I wrote so much I’m so sorry- [not really read proof~]

Also i am well ty for asking >.<

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.enhypen imagine ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Enhypen forgetting your bday~

Genre : angsty ish

Warnings : mentions of food, crying, one swear word??

Requested : yes ty beautiful person ;)

Heeseung :

Okay okay so its your birthdayyy and you were really excited for what to happen because you wanted to see what kind of surprise your boyfriend did for your birthday

But to your luck he forgot :(

So you spent all day giving him hints like ‘what day is it’ and at one point you gave up and started pouting really hard

And your face was just overall sad everyone else had remembered your birthday including the members, but for your boyfriend to forget it lowkey hurt

Almost half the day passed and he still didn’t remember

So you ended up going into the room by yourself and started to cry

Your whimpers got louder and louder even though you were trying your best to stay quiet so he doesn’t hear

A few minutes past by and heeseung started looking for you because he sensed something was wrong.

He looked on the calendar really really carefully and FINALLY he came to his realization that it was your birthday but it was kinda too late cuz you hid yourself in your room to cry.

He came into your room to wish you a happy birthday but he sees you curled up into a ball crying to yourself

He felt so bad after this happened, “IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME I WONT EVER GORGET AGAIN!”

He hugs you so tight as if your life depended on it, won’t leave you out of his sight for the rest of the day. You’ll be hearing a lot of hbds and ilys for the rest of the day~

^ so yeah 🤕

Jay :

I feel like it’s rare that he forgets these type of dates buut for the sake of tumblr lets pretend he completely forgot 😧

You woke up in a great mood because it was your birthday of course

You were expecting to be receive a hbd wish from your boyfriend, but nope nothing all morning.

You received a bunch of hbd wishes on Instagram and other platforms mentioning you, but none of them were from jay :(

You quickly got frustrated and because it was your birthday and your bf the person you love most didn’t remember really hurt

So gradually your face became wet from heated silent tears. But unlike heeseung he would super quickly notice because he’s on his phone a lot and he dates things like ‘y/ns bday’ (idk but I imagine him dating things on his phone)

He’d then be like OH SHIT ITS YN’s BD

Runs to you soooooo quick just to see your face red and a bit wet.

Once your eyes connected your tears started to come out quicker

He literally runs up to you to hug you HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IM SO SORRY I FORGOT

After he said that he ran away from you leaving you alone, which made your heart drop thinking that he didn’t care.

But once you finally came out of your room you were greeted with a homemade delicious cake your boyfriend made for you that looked like this

You could tell he felt really bad bc usually he always had a smile on his face while cooking but this time it was a ‘I’m sorry’ face

“I’m really really sorry please forgive me”

All was forgiven bc the cake tasted so mf ing good

Jake :

It was your birthday today, a day that only came once a year so like any other human being it’s a special day for you

You were super excited to see what Jake did for you, because every birthday you had with him was always such a surprise

But today was sort of… different? :(

You saw jake in the living room on the tv and went straight up to him with a smiley face. “GOOODMORNINGGG” 😁

After cuddling for a while on the couch you lifted up your head and asked him If he knew what day it was, he just replyed with a simple Wednesday? With a confused face

I’m pretty sure that one word was enough to make you pretty upset 😅🥲

You started to pout and went back into his chest with a disappointed face.

“Ahh what what, what day is it tell me?” He said playfully, not realizing it was your birthday.

You stayed silent as he checked his phone, ‘y/n’s birthday don’t forget’

When i tell you he gasped he GASPED.

You were already in the verge of tears “IM SO SORRY HBD BABY”

You were still a bit upset at him so you replied with ‘did you really need your phone to tell me what day it was’ 😕

He hugs you tighter while mumbling ‘hbd hbd hbd’

Suddenly let you go of his arms and said he had an errand. Without any explanation he got his car keys to go somewhere leaving you and your thoughts by yourself.

‘Does he not love me anymore that he doesn’t even want to spend time with me on my birthday? ☹️😭”

A while later he comes back and you’re luckily still on the couch where he left you

^^this dude came back with three beautiful cakes from your local cake stores. “I’m bacccckkkk!! please forgive meeeee you know i love you with all my heart 🥺” (okay i hate to use this emoji but there isn’t any other way to describe it TT)

You obviously forgave him because you know it was never his intention to forget,,, “you owe me hugs and kisses for the rest of the day :(“ kindly accepts your request because that is something he’d never complain about #freecuddlesfromyn

Sunghoon :

Okay but like hear me out he’s the type of boyfriend that would ‘pretend’ he forgot your birthday but he actually didn’t

So when he ACTUALLY forgot you just thought he was joking until…

“Hooonieeee, stop joking around I’m seriouss”

“I’m serious too i seriously don’t know what day it is”

“What…”

You leave him for a bit alone with his thoughts, not even gna lie if he did end up forgetting your bday it would take him a while to remember it

But once he remembers he feels so bad 😭

Tackles you with so many hugs and bday kisses and showers you with I’m sorrys and hbd wishes

genuinely ask himself how he forgot the lohls birthday (love of his life’s) literally beats himself for it

And you have to tell him that it’s fine and that you forgive him~

Brings out the birthday cake and sings you a happy birthday song while clapping and laughing.

Puts cake on your nose

Sunoo :

Idk if he’s the type to forget but like jay I don’t think he’d forget

I feel like to him birthdays are the MOST special thing/ date for a person

Like obviously the rest of the members think that but especially sunoo really like sticks to this

So if he had forgotten your birthday you were sooo hurt you ignored him the whole day keeping your distance until he finally remembered

Once he remembered he went to go find you ASAP where you were hiding int he corner of the bedroom moping

He showers you with hugs cuddles kisses pecks, you name it he does it

He feels so bad that he could forget smtg like this, literally asks himself how he could forget such an important date

If the convenience store was still open he’d run to the nearest store and surprise you with a birthday cake. But not just any cake it’d be a cake that was decorated by the one and only Kim Sunoo

Would prepare it so nicely and even have a lit up candle so you can wish on it.

the type to surprise you with it even though he forgot. Brings it to your room while singing the hbd song.

Puts cake frosting on your nose #2, takes lots and lots of pictures to post on insta later

caption : “happy birthday sunshine~”

Jungwon :

he was on the couch as per usual just scrolling through his phone to keep himself occupied but also updated

Not knowing what day it was,,,,,,,

you come outside of your bedroom excitedly to expect a wishful happy birthday wish from the person you love most

But for some reason it oddly seemed like a normal day

“Wonnniiieee my loveeee, guess what day it is!” You said with a sheepish smile

“Hmm wednesday?” He said looking up at you with a calm face

Your happy smile soon became a little pout

“You really don’t know?”

“Isn’t it just a regular Wednesday? Why is there something special?”

oh my- he broke your heart right then and there

You run back into your room because you feel heated tears about to fall, even though it was something small the thought of him not remembering your birthday the day of your birth hurt. A little.

Jungwon was actually super clueless he genuinely didn’t know what day it is but something about you seemed off and the way you ran to your room was quite odd to him so he went and followed you

Before he opened the door he already heard small whimpers from the corner of the bed, and that immediately triggered him and he was about to beat up anyone that made you feel sad 😠 little did he know it was him who made you feel that way

“Baby what’s wrong? Why are you crying”

He holds your chin and turns it to get a better look

wiping your tears with his thumb, you were being a dramatic his giggles make you feel a bit better even though you were mad at him for forgetting

“You forgot my birthday.” You said to him while crying

You can literally see the gears in his brain start to turn when his face went from 😄 -> 😳

“IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY” hugs you so tight that you literally can’t breathe

Doesn’t know what to do to make you feel better, “I’m really sorry for forgetting your birthday, I don’t really know what got into me, please forgive me.”< cue the cutest kitty puppy eyes

He kept on rambling on abt how he was sorry and deserves your forgiveness you literally had to shut him up, he was sorry please forgive him >~<

Cuddles you for the rest of the day

Niki :

He was playing video games normally on his phone, until you excitedly stormed into his room “hiiiii babbbbyyyy”

“Well someone is happy today :)”

“Well of course bc u know what day it isss ;)”

“Wednesday?”

😧😦 < that’s what you looked like when he didn’t know, “you really don’t remember?”

“hmm I’m not too sure” he said before going back to his game

you slowly became disappointed and just ‘celebrated’ your birthday by yourself in the kitchen. :,((

he didn’t notice that you were sad at first bc he was busy playing on his phone, around an hour later he went to the kitchen to get a snack when he sees you in the kitchen staring into space rested your chin on you arm.

‘Are you okay? You seemed fine earlier’

You decided to play the silent game and just avoided him... so he tried to get you to talk to him but after a while it didn’t work so he sort of gave up and went to ask his hyungs what’s wrong with you.

“Niki,,, it’s y/n’s birthday omg did you forget??????” Jake said texting niki

and that’s when the lightbulb in his brain turned on

He rushed to the kitchen and back hugged you so tight and gave you so many cheekie kissies to try and make up for ‘forgetting’

But to his luck you were still mad at him

Soooo he came up with the idea of going to the convenience store really quick to get you a bunch of flowers and a nice cake to surprise you~

You ended up forgiving him because he was tickling you threatening you to forgive him

N knowing Niki he’s not a person you can be mad at for long <3

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toomuchracket · 11 months

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I imagine dad! matty would be veeery affectionate with his partner even in front of the kids bc they’ve decided they want to show the girls what it’s like to be healthily in love. so im picturing his missus in the kitchen making coffee or smth while the kids are sitting at the counter (little still! like 2 and 4) and he comes into the room and hugs her from behind giving her little kisses all over her shoulders until she turns around in his arms and he gives her kisses on her forehead/cheeks/etc. And then one of the little babas is like “no fair, I want a kiss from daddy!” And both parents are laughing but of course he goes over and gives his girl what she wants :)

yes!! this is exactly the vibe!! thinking it's summer holidays, but the girls aren't quite onto lie-in schedule yet, and matty had a show last night so you let him sleep while you got up to get the babas before they could run in and wake you up. they've started waking you both up at weekends by bursting into your room lately, the little one being gently pulled along by her big sister, both of them all wild curls and adorable little smiley faces in care bears pyjamas, and as much as they're extremely energetic for 7am they're also just too cute for you and matty to be exasperated by - basically, matty wouldn't mind being woken up by them crawling on top of him desperate for a cuddle, but you know he needs the sleep. and the sight you see when you go into your littlest one's room is exceptionally cute; she's cuddled into her big sister, her curls all smushed on one side and eyes still heavy with sleep, the two of them trying their best to read a picture book. their little faces light up when you come in, and they run to you for cuddles and to tell you about their dreams - after a few minutes of this, baba 2 does uppy arms and says "toast please?", which is your sign to go downstairs and make breakfast. they get their toast, fruit juice, and a little cup of extremely milky tea each, and while they're at the table eating you work on making some coffee, only turning round when you hear almost dead silence and have to tell your eldest off like "sweetheart, you can't feed your crusts to the dog. just leave them on the plate, if you won't eat them" lol.

naturally, when matty comes in and ruffles their hair in greeting (accompanied by a "morning, my beautiful girls"), baba 1 is like "dad, mum says i can't give mayhem the crusts of my toast" and matty's like "and she's right! but you can put out his breakfast for him, if you like" before he walks over and wraps his arms around your waist. he's like "thank you for letting me sleep, my most beautiful girl", kissing across your shoulders and the nape of your neck; you turn round and you're like "matty omg you can't say that, our girls are literally right there" and matty's like "no they agree with me, look! babas - isn't mummy the most beautiful person on the planet? i think so". your heart melts a little bit when they both immediately say "yeah!", and you press a quick kiss to matty's lips - when you pull back, he leans in again to give you little pecks all over your face, making little exaggerated "mwah" sounds that make you giggle. baba 1, back in her seat after filling mayhem's food bowl, is like "daaaaad can i have a little face kiss like mum?", and baba 2 is like "and me!", bless them; you giggle, while matty laughs and says "alright, babies!", then goes over and gives them each a big "mwah" kiss on each cheek and their foreheads (and then insists they both kiss one of his cheeks while he's crouched between their chairs too). and then you get roped in to give them kisses too, and before long it's just the four of you giggling at your kitchen table, matty stealing the toast crusts for himself, and the room just radiating pure love and happiness <3

#mads muses #mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #dad!matty

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chanandlersstuff · 3 years

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Summer isn't the only thing that breaks

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader.

Summary: Sometimes loving the other person it's not enough.

Word count: 2.545.

Author’s note: I don't take charge or pay psychologists for what you may feel reading this. I was in my feelings and needed to write something to get all out of my system. English is my second language so sorry for the misspellings. Sorry if the title doesnt make sence but its the only things that comes to my mind.

Part two

You were walking through the airport suitcase in one hand and phone in the other. His number appears on the screen and a smile on your lips. His raspy voice telling you that he was waiting for you in the parking lot, just like you agree, even without seeing him you can sense his smile while he was talking. You hop on the passenger seat and he didn't let you close the door that he was already kissing you like his life deppen of it. His hands on your neck bringing you imposible close to him.

-Hi to you too.- Your voice sounds happy and your eyes close in case this was a dream, again.

-I miss you so fucking much.- Your breath mixing with each other and your noses touching.

-Me too, Charles.- No pet names were needed, that was the deal.

-Come on, the summer break await for us.- A little peck on your lips and the car was moving.

The ride to your destination was full of low music, your hand in his while Charles was driving and now and then he leaves kisses in your knuckles. No work related talk, it was too painful that way. In a moment of your relationship, even when you were friends, the two of us could talk about everything. Even a look could say all that was on your mind and the other would knew exactly what to do.

You two met so many years ago that you lost count. The chemistry was undeniable, the same silly jokes and pranks, the way you move in sync when you were together and even when you weren't together but in the same place, the fond smiles and shiny eyes. It was a matter of time for you two to end up together, or a matter of putting everything on the table. Either way you confess your love for each other the same day, even in that you were connected.

The memories bring a bittersweet smile to your face. In another time those exact memories would make you the most happy person on the planet but right now, after all those years, it didn't. From the corner of his eye Charles could see you and he could bet he knew what was on your mind, because of the look on your face. Because he had the same look when he thought of the two of you.

Everyone knows that you two love each other. Your familys, your common friends and the ones that were not common, even his fans kwen it. But sometimes love isn't enough, sometimes loving the other person so much that it doesn't fit in your body isn't enough. A whole year of relationship where you only saw him in his summer break, in his home grand prix and two other races where it. That was how long the relationship lasted.

You try to make those memories leave your head and live the moment. Your hand in his, Levitating from Dua Lipa playing in the background, your head moving side to side in sync to the rhythm of the song, his hair moving thanks to the breeze and the summer in the air. It was he and you for a couple of weeks. Nothing else, nothing more. You tell yourself that everything was going to be alright.

The first days were amazing, like always. Traveling from here to there in Europe, days with his family that love you like you were their own, nights with your mutual friends clubbing and having the time of your lifes. Dancing glue to each other, drunk kisses and hot sex all night in every sourfaces that you were capable making up for all those days that you weren’t in his arms.

His mum love you, love both of you and was the first one to be over the moon when you were together, but also was the first one to knew that this agreement or this kind of relationship, if you could call it like that, wasn't healthy and it will end bad.

Maybe it was that the two of you were growing up, becoming more mature persons or maybe you were more nostalgic than normal. But seeing him driving the boat with that bandana in his head, that one time it was yours, made you walk down memory lane and end up on the day that the two of you called it quits.

Your relationship was based on constant facetimes, calls and that was it. It was like you were 13 again and it was a virtual boyfriend. His busy schedule and your first year in the job of your dreams didn't let you see him often. You knew he needed someone that was free to be with him travelling the world, encouraging him, giving him a shoulder to cry in his bad days and to be there applauding him in his best days. In a few words he needed someone that was capable of being there for him all the way in his career, not on the other side of the word in a 4 walls office 24/7. You knew that person he needed wasn't you. But the blame, if there was someone to blame, wasn't all yours. Charles also knew that you need someone to be there for you when the days in the office weren't the best, when you arrive at your house exhausted and not on the other side of the phone, traveling across the world, when you cried your eyes out from stress. When you belittle yourself thinking you weren't enough and capable for your job. He knew that you deserved some better, someone who could be there for you.

When the words “I think that we should take a time apart.” were said and the other nodded . When the moment was so fucking sad, so fucking heart breaking, because the two of you came to the same conclusion. Sad tears running in your faces and salty kisses. A whole day to make the mourning of the love that wasn't enough holding each other in your arms agreeing to be friends and love each other no matter what. Only to find you in his sheets a couple of months later agreeing to be together only in the summer break and love you all those days and when the summer ends the two of you would go to their worlds with the memories of the summer. Because the thought of not being together at all hurt much more than being together only a season of the year.

A little peck on your lips brought you back to the present and his smiley face melted your heart. Out of impulse you cup his face and kiss him love and tenderly. From outside that scene appear to be two people who love the other wholeheartedly and were happy and it was true but at the same time you were two persons who had to accept the fact to love the other only in summer time.

Charles knew you were a clingy person when the two of you were alone, but not in public. So it came to his surprise that you were holding his hand all the time and stolen kisses here and there but he didn't complain about it. Moreover he was happy and a little sparkle ignite in his interior.

Days pass like leaves falling from trees in autumn. One day he took you for a ride on his bike, because he knew how much you like it, and to have a picnic to see the sunset. Cute date nights and walks on the beach. Breakfast in bed and coffee spilled on the white sheets thanks to a hot kissing session that ends in sex. Everything was like a fairytale but those only exist in books and movies. Real life hurts like hell and not everything could be like we want.

You made up your mind two days before when you woke up and his arms were hugging your naked body to his firm chest. You couldn't put it into words the feeling that ran through your body and that was when you knew what you had to do. This day was the last one before you had to leave for the real one, it was always bittersweet.

For some reason Charles woke up feeling the most lucky man in the world, he was happy. Walking from here to there in the yacht humming songs and loving the way the sun kisses his skin. A complete breakfast on the table and kisses all over your face to wake up. Sex before and after breakfast, swimming in the cristal water and photos of the other in their galleries that would never leave your phones. You walk around with your hair wet in his favorite t-shirt and a red bandana in your ankle, nothing else nothing more.

After lunch you were sleeping in the front of the yacht with that red bikini that made him lose his mind and he was by your side. His legs flexed, his arm in your waist and his face hid in your neck. Your legs on top of his, your arms on top of his and your head lean on his. The two of you were like a puzzle that fit perfectly, but that didn't mean anything. Hour passes and you wake up, his left hand in your boob and yours on top of it, his face in your chest and your legs tangled. His face is clear of concern, smooth features a little sunburned, and you run your fingers tracing paths with his moles. The same feeling of two days ago appeared again and the only thing you could do was swallow the lump in your throat.

Charles seems to wake up and get you closer to his body, so close that you end up on top of him. Talking in his native language and raspy voice almost made you break into tears. He senses it and looks at you concern. -Il y a un problème, ma belle?

You shake your head with your eyes closed. -Don’t do that Charles, no pet names. We promise.- If you were with your eyes oppended you could see how he rolled his.

-Tell me what's wrong, please.- His seat up with you on his lap. His hands on your back and your chest close. The worry in his voice breaks your heart.

-We can't keep doing this. It's breaking us inside. Is breaking me inside.- Your words make him move away and frown his brows.

-What are you talking about?- You tried to get up from his lap and he grabbed your waist so you stayed still. -Don't do this for a second time, please.

-You need to let me go emotionally and physically, Charles.- He put his hands up and you started walking around, something you do when you are nervous.

-Why?- His eyes burning your figure.

-Because it's the healthiest thing to do. We can't keep doing this to each other. We can't keep fooling ourselves and you know it. You mean everything to me but I can't keep doing this. Every time I leave you after summer, I rip my heart out and I don't think I can keep suffering it.- Your eyes full of tears and your hands shaking a little.

-You think that it's easy for me? That all this it's easy?- You shake your head. -It 's not! Sometimes I dream about us and it seems so real, and when I fucking wake up I see the harsh reality THAT I DONT HAVE YOU COMPLETLY.- He was standing up and looking at you with red eyes.

-That is what I’m saying. Don't you see? This fucking situation is killing us. I know what you want from me and you know what I want from you but wanting something and having something it's not the same thing.- He looks at you without saying anything.

-Do you still love me?- You almost laugh at his question.

-How could you ask me that?- Charles looked at you in disbelieve.

-Because you are standing there, breaking my heart all over again that's why I’m asking you that.- You were trying so hard not to cry.

-Of course I still love you, just like the first day. But sometimes that's not enough. We agreed something years ago hoping that that way it didn't hurt that much but the only thing we agreed on was to prolong the heart break and make it bigger.- You took little steps towards him.

-I know you are right but don't want you out of my life. I dont think I’m capable of that.- His voice was so low and the look in his eyes was like a lost puppy.

-Its for the best Charles. I don't want to keep hurting you and me. It's not fair that we can only love each other for a couple of days out of 365 days a year.

-There’s nothing we can do?- His and your eyes were full of tears and his words broke you and seeing you cry made him cry.

-I won't let you give up your career to be with me and you won't let me give up my career to be with you. We love each other that much and we are fools for thinking that this would end well.- He closes the gap between the two of you.

-I can't believe I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you. Will you let me love you the time we have left?- Charles put his hands in your face and you nod.

The hours left of that day were spent with salty kisses, tears in each others body and sad and slow sex where not even an inch of distance could be beetween you two, your skins touching trying to became one or trying to remember the other for the rest of your lives, hands running through your bodies to remember it even with the eyes closed. You kiss his tears away and his kiss yours. The ride to the airport was in silence and fast but Charles held your hand in his glued to his chest, he was lost in his thoughts and you in yours. Getting used to the idea of not seeing or being with the other anymore, just the couple of minutes that you got together in the car and then that was it, all over again.

He parked the car, took your suitcase out and without saying anything you started walking to the airport door. He watches you walk away from his life but his brain screams to kiss you just one more time. Just like an addict, one more fix and that was it. Charles grabs your wrist and stamps a kiss on your lips like he did at the start of the summer break in his car, all those days ago, but this time it was full of sadness and love. He holds you close, but not too close. Just enough for you to count his slowing breaths, but not too much so that you’ll hear the slow cracking of his heart.

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mouthfulloftoothpasterry · 3 years

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Hooked

Summary: Harry and Y/n meet again. This time spending more time together and getting to know each other.

warnings/ disclaimers: Swearing, mentions of death, mentions of childbirth.

Harry was out searching for a book. He had left Loralie with his mother for the day since he had some errands to run and it would be a busy day. He had finished all of his books and he was on the search for another, maybe even some extra ones for his classroom. He had stopped by his favorite coffee shop and ordered his favorite black coffee to start his day of errands, then he went to the market to get everything for dinner tonight- he thought he might as well get it out of the way since he hates grocery shopping.

Now he’s on the way to a bookstore, he didn’t want to order it on Amazon or just go to a big chain store so he did a quick google search and found a small book store a block down the road from the coffee shop he had gone to. He wanted to find the book burning in water, drowning in flame- his sister had recommended it to him and now he was itching to read it.

He made his way to the bookstore, it looked like a homey place just from the outside of the store. It was a rust colored brick with two sconces on either side of the top of the book shop, a rather tall building- possibly a flat at the top. Harry looks at the cacti peeking through the windows, little flower stickers to decorate.

Harry walks into the book shop, opening the door making the golden bell at the top of the door frame sound off. As soon as Harry steps in he notes the warm scent, it smells like the owner had been baking cookies. “Hello!” He hears a cheerful voice sing while he steps toward the poetry aisle in search of the book. “Is there anything I could help you with today?” He hears the voice again making him turn his head. To his surprise it’s Y/n, he’s been thinking about her. “Oh, hi.” He says bashfully, smiling and stepping over to the cashier counter she was behind.

Y/n smiles, continuing to add price tags on the back of her new shipment of books. She had started her little business officially a bit after she had gotten pregnant with Milo. Milo’s dad had left her after she broke the news to him, they were in their early twenty’s (Y/n being twenty one and him being twenty two) so it was understandable that he didn’t want children yet but the way he dealt with the situation was just dramatic and too much on Y/n. So she put everything into her little book shop, she took out a loan and bought this place, starting planning and putting her all into it, it wasn’t easy but it was worth it.

“Hi Harry.” She says, adding a book to the stack. Harry blushes at her tone again, she’s hard to read. “Um… do you happen to have burning in water, drowning in flame?” He asks, whirling around her display of different styles and colors of bookmarks. He is a twenty six year old man, why is acting like one of his students who thinks he’s handsome? Y/n laughs, nodding while she pulls her mug up to her lips- Harry thinks it’s hot chocolate (and he’s right). “It’s in poetry, first aisle, third shelf, second row.” She says, impressing Harry in how she has memorized every single spot of her book store.

Harry gives her a tight nod, walking over to the poetry section and looking for the book. “Is this your place?” Harry asks, making conversation while the rest of the store is dead silent.

“Yeah, me and Milo live in the flat upstairs.” Y/n admits. Harry’s ears perk up, she didn’t say anything about a partner. He walks back to the counter placing his book down, not handing it over to her yet. “When did you open this place?” He questions, looking around the shop. He sees some crystals, some candles- that both look up for sale and also her personal ones. It’s cute.

“After I got pregnant with Milo. Right after Xavier left me.” She says, leaving Harry wondering. “Xavier is…?” Y/n sighs, rolling her eyes a bit. It’s only their second time meeting and she’s already giving him her sob story. “He’s what would be Milo's father.” She says, picking at her bare nails. She doesn’t consider Xavier Milo's father, he’s never been there for him so he’s not a father. Harry’s lips form a tight line, “um, Loralies mum died… so… we’ve all got baggage.” He laughs, trying to cut the tension.

Loralies mum had died, she died during childbirth. She already had a particularly painful and rough pregnancy with Lora and that was just extremely unexpected, Harry just thanks his stars everyday that his little one is safe with him. “That’s awful, Harry. I‘m sorry.” Harry smiles at her, “it’s okay. I’ve got my Lora so I’m okay.” Y/n nods, smiling and grabbing the book from between his fingers. “She’s a sweet girl.” She compliments.

Harry nods, feeling a little cocky over how well he has raised his daughter. “Is this all for you?” She asks, pulling out a small brown bag with the logo and name on it- they are cute. “Yes please.” Harry politely says, making her laugh under her breath. “If this is your first time here? You get a free bookmark with every book you purchase if it is.” She says, nodding over to the bookmarks. Harry nods, looking through the bookmarks and picking a random Fleetwood Mac one- cute, he thinks. Y/n adds the bookmark to the bag, setting it infront of him. “13.22” she says, Harry fishing his wallet out.

“Are you doing a lot today?” He asks, motioning down to all the books stacked around her while he hands her a ten and four singles. She shrugs, “the usual.” Y/n says, handing him back his change. Harry thinks for a second, pausing his response making Y/n a little nervous. “I could help?” Harry offers, setting his coffee on the table. Y/n gives him a questionable look, sharpening one of her eyes at him. “You want to put tags on books and reorganize with me?” She asks, making Harry laugh. He nods, putting a bookmark back in its place “see, I’m already helping.” He says cheekily.

Y/n smiles, shaking her head. “I guess you can help.” She says.

Soon enough they are sat on the brown carpet, mountains of books around them. Y/n has a blanket wrapped around her and Harry has his legs stretched out. Y/n is tagging books while Harry is setting by the book shelf closest to them organizing. “I swear they put something in the water fountain at that school, the kids are always running and screaming around my classroom while I’m trying to talk about how Van Gogh cut off his own ear.” Harry says, making Y/n loudly giggle, thinking about how Milo probably gives him a horrible time on Wednesdays.

“You like working where Loralie is?” She asks, Harry of course nodding. Loralie is his baby, he loves knowing she’s just up the stairs- especially if she were to get sick or hurt he would be right there to take care of her. “Yeah, I wish I could always be with Milo but one of us has to make the money.” She jokes which makes Harry laugh.

“She always comes waddling into my classroom screaming for me- which disrupts the class but I don’t care.” He shrugs, his mind going back to Loralie. “Oh shit, I’ve got to pick her u-“

“Hi! How are you, baby!” Y/n cheers, Milo running toward her then crashing into her in a hug. Y/n’s friend Mikaela had babysat Milo for the day while Y/n tried to get as much work done as she could. Usually on the weekends (like today) Milo will be in the store with her… which tends to distract her. “Um, I’ve got to go but we should do this again? Maybe… over dinner?” Harry asks, Y/n’s face lighting up.

“Are you asking me on a date?” She teases, Harry blushing and nodding. Y/n laughs, slipping her phone from her pocket, “take my number and we can schedule that date you’re begging me for.” She teases.

Harry gets her number, thanking her for the book and letting him stay before he slips out. Now he’s got to get back to Loralie. But he’s got a date!

Later that night when Harry and Loralie are practicing her memorizing her ABCs his phone beeps. He ignores his at first, just expecting it to be a stupid text from his friend Mitch, but once he looks down he sees Y/n’s contact name. “Keep going, bug.” Harry says, grabbing his phone from the carpet while they set on the floor of the living room, unlocking his phone.

Hii, im free next Friday :) let me know if that works with your schedule!

Harry laughs at her cute little smiley faces, trying to think up a response that doesn’t make him sound a thousand years older than her. The tip of his tongue sticks out while he types back his response, his eyebrows knitted in concentration.

Hello! Friday works, how about 5:30? I can pick you up.

He lays his phone back down and helps Loralie with her letters, pulling her onto his lap. “D is for Daddy!” She cheers, making Harry smile, chuckling and kissing her round cheeks while she squeals. Harry hears his phone ding, grabbing it and reading the response, thanking god she answered. He thought his heart would explode out of his chest. It was beating so hard.

That sounds good ☺️ see you then!

Harry got her to say yes, but now he has to deal with the anxiety of actually going on the date. What should he wear, where should they go? Should he be opening the door and pulling out her chair or is that not in-in dating anymore? He hasn’t dated since Loralies mum and his baby is two years old now, it’s been quite a long time since he dipped his toe into trying to charm a woman. He just hopes he’s still got it.

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The day is here. Loralie is with her grandma so Harry can get ready for the date. He’s been panicking and running all around his little house. He showered and smothered himself in lotion and his best cologne- he wanted to smell nice for her. He was adding leave in conditioner to his hair (which he hardly remembers to do) to make it more silky and the curls look a bit prettier than they usually do- he doesn’t know much about hair, he just does what his sister tells him what his hairdresser tells him he should do.

He planned out an outfit, a pair of tan dress pants with a white tank top and a cardigan over it. He had thought over the outfit a bit too much, was it too casual for the date? Was the cardigan too much? He decided against his thoughts and layers some pearls on, sliding his rings on that were in a jewelry dish, placed in there before his shower. He takes a look in the mirror, readjust his cardigan before he gives himself a little nod. He feels good about this.

He makes his way over to Y/n flat, walking up the metal steps to her flat and knocking on the door. When she opens the door he notices just how amazing her home smells, just like her book shop. He needs to remember to ask her where she gets her candles. “Hi,” Harry smiles, looking his date up and down. She was dressed nicely. It was a sage green dress with spaghetti straps, it stopped a couple inches above her knee. Harry thought it was cute.

She paired it with gold jewelry and a black cross body bag. Dirty white vans to go along with it that added a child-like feel to the outfit. Harry thought that was cute too.

“Hi,” she smiles, glancing behind her. “You look nice.” Harry says, suddenly feeling hot. Y/n laughs under her breath, thanking him. “You look nice as well.” Harry smiles bashfully, looking down at his feet. “Thank you”

Y/n says her goodbyes to Milo, hugging and kissing him before thanking her friend again for watching him. It’s the same one from last week, Mikaela. They get into Harry’s car, a bit of awkward silent before Y/n breaks it, Harry stopping the tapping of his fingers along to the low radio once her voice interrupts it. “So, where are we going?” She asks, smoothing her dress out against her thighs.

Harry laughs, he’s not prepared for dates and for some reason he hadn’t thought about the most important part. “I’ll eat anywhere to be honest.” Y/n admits, looking through her window at all the different places.

Harry was looking around in a panic and he finally pulled something out of his ass that sounded good, especially on his teacher salary. “Olive Garden?” Harry says, trying to say it confidently but it definitely comes out as more of a question. Y/n’s eyes light up, she’s in the mood for bottomless salad and breadsticks. “That sounds heavenly.” And Harry is happy to hear that.

They walk into the busy restaurant, instantly getting escorted to a table. Harry is happy they didn’t have to wait- that would have just been embarrassing since he threw this together last minute. They sat in the booth, sliding in and getting comfortable. “So, how’s the bookstore?” Harry asks, pulling apart his breadstick. Y/n knocks her shoe with his under the table, she thinks it’s cute how bashfully he can get when just asking a simple question. “It’s good. How are your little art students?” Harry playfully rolls his eyes at her choice of words.

“It’s good. They are doing self portraits.” Y/n laughs, her eyes widening.

“How’s that going?” Harry laughs, shaking his head. “They look like shittier versions of Picasso’s paintings.” Y/n dramatically gasps through her laughs, “aren’t you supposed to worship the ground that man walks on? Why would you say that?” Harry rolls his eyes once again, chuckling at her. “I’m just behind honest!”

Their date goes on the same, they order their food, giggling while they eat and even getting into a little food fight with the leftover breadsticks. (They weren't being humble, they asked for another basket) They finished their food, “That was fun.” Y/n admits smiling. Harry nods, taking the check and opening his wallet. “Here,” y/n holds out her card, Harry shaking his head. “I’ll pay.” Harry shrugs her off, handing his card tucked in the black check book the waiter had brought over back to him before she can further protest.

Y/n scoffs, throwing another breadstick at him that he tried to catch but it’s too greasy. “Hey! I thought we had a truce?!” Harry questions her. She shakes her head, apparently swearing off the truce. Harry shrugs, thanking the waiter when he brings his card back along with their mints. “You better sleep with one eye open then.” Harry says, standing up and waiting for her. She laughs, standing up and pulling her bag over her shoulder. “I have a three year old, I basically sleep with them both open. You’re nothin’.” She says, Harry nodding his head in agreement. He knows just how she feels.

They drive back to her flat, Harry of course walking her to her door. “I had so much fun tonight.” Harry says, looking down before he looks up at Y/n. She smiles, blushing. She hasn’t dated since Xavier and she admired that to Harry tonight, they both admitted that they haven’t dated since their children’s parents so they felt a lot comfortable knowing they were both rusty.

“Me too, you’re a really sweet guy, Harry.” She says. She needs to remember to thank her forgetful little Milo for leaving his folder in Harry’s classroom. “Thanks for agreeing to go out with me. I was pretty nervous.” Harry admits a bit sheepishly. Harry is a bit giddy on the inside about them hitting it off so well, they were having the best conversation and at times they were getting extremely loud, probably annoying the people around them, but they didn’t care, they had fun. “Yeah, I was nervous as hell but I haven’t had this much fun in a while. Thanks for tonight.” Y/n smiles, leaning in for a kiss.

Harry’s eyes widen, but he still kisses her back. He hasn’t kissed anyone in so long he thought he had forgot how to for a second. His hands come up to cup her jaw, moving his lips with hers. “I’ll see you soon. Have a good night.” Y/n smiles, opening her door with red cheeks. Harry nods, a little flabbergasted. “Have a good night.” He says, trudging down her steps.

And now he’s hooked on her.

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jeyramarie · 3 years

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The recruit- Yelena Belova x Reader (Part 8)

summary: sometimes things are too good to be true

wc: 2,629

warning: blood, guns, angst, cursing

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The sun crept through the curtains, shining on Y/n’s face causing her to stir awake. She turned on her back and began to rub her eyes, opening them slowly to look at the crack ceiling. Her fingertips traced her lips softly as she remembered what happened the night before. They had finally kissed and they also finally realized the feelings that were involved. Feelings that have been in each other’s heart for quite some time but they were both scared to admit it.

The y/h/c threw the covers off her body and stood up from the bed while stretching her arms up. She walked out of the room, trying to be quiet since Y/n didn’t want to wake Yelena up. The blonde was in the next room and is a light sleeper. The first thing Y/n did once she arrived at the kitchen was make coffee. It was extremely crucial, especially after the night before.

After a few minutes, Y/n finally had her coffee in hand as she leaned against the kitchen counter while looking out a small window. The only thing roaming through her head was the feeling of Yelena’s lips on hers. The way she tasted, the way her hands felt soft on her face. All she wanted to do that second was go and cuddle with the blonde. Y/n was so lost in her thoughts that she never heard Yelena wake up nor saw her standing in the kitchen.

“Morning.” The blonde said, making her partner jump in surprise.

“Hi.” The y/h/c said nervously as she traced her finger around the rim of her mug. Silence fell upon them once more as Yelena prepared her own coffee mug. They both felt awkward, neither of them knew what to say. They didn’t know if they should talk about the kiss or not. Y/n moved to the dining table and sat down, staring out the window in question.

“I think we should talk about it.” Yelena muttered, her accent sounding thick.

“Talk about what?”

“You know what.” Y/n looked up and leaned back on the chair as the blonde moved to sit in front of her.

“I’m sorry for kissing you.” She whispered, tapping her fingers on the mug.

“Don’t apologize… I liked it.” The blonde whispered back with a smile.

“What’s gonna happen now?” The y/h/c asked looking with hopeful eyes.

“I don’t know..” Yelena whispered as Y/n leaned forward with her elbows on the table, closer to her partner.

“We can um… we can just wait and see where it goes… if you want.” The blonde nodded and smiled, pushing her chair back to move to the stove.

Yelena made breakfast that day, for the first time in the whole mission. Y/n was surprised it was actually good which caused the blonde to be low key offended.

“Why would you doubt my cooking skills?” She asked and drank from her juice.

“Well because I've never seen you pick up a knife with the purpose of cooking, it’s always to kill.” Y/n laughed and popped a piece of fruit in her mouth as the blonde chuckled along.

“I don’t hear any complaining.” Yelena mumbled with her mouth full as the y/h/c smiled.

“No complaints, it’s very good.” She smiled widely, interlocking her fingers and placing them under her chin. Y/n looked at the blonde as she continued to eat. Yelena looked up to meet her partners y/e/c eyes, which were already staring.

“We should um… probably think of what to do with Neculai.” The y/h/c whispered as the blonde nodded.

“Do you have anything in mind?” Yelena asked, grabbing both plates and pushing her chair back to stand up.

“I mean… we’re a bit far away and hunting him down is a bit dangerous… but we’ll be free quicker.”

“I think we will be better off if we just find him and kill him. Valentina too.”

“Yeah but they can either find us or kill us first. Both ideas have their downfall.” Y/n said as she pushed back her chair to take her coffee mug to the sink. Yelena was washing the dishes when the y/h/c’s arm came in front of her, placing the dish down. Suddenly, soft lips came in contact with her cheek making her stop and turn to her partner.

“I’m gonna uh… go look for my computer..” Y/n stuttered nervously and walked off, leaving Yelena a blushing and smiley mess.

Somewhere over Europe

Neculai walked back and front inside his private jet as he scratched his chin in thought. He had just left St. Petersburg after questioning Melina and Alexei about where the women may have gone.

Valentina wasn’t good either. She was staring at her hands as she poured herself a glass of whiskey. They were ruining her plan and all Valentina desired was to kill them herself. Get them out of the way.

“Yelena wouldn’t leave without knowing where to go first.” She said and turned to the romanian man who was already staring at her.

“She never moves without a plan. She knew where to go before getting into that helicopter.” Valentina continued, pointing out the window.

“Where do you think they went?” Neculai asked, walking towards her.

“I-I don’t-“

“They can be anywhere by now, Valentina!” He shouted in anger, making her take a few steps back.

“Domnule, am găsit un apartament. Este sub Romanoff la Budapesta. (Sir, we found an apartment. It's under Romanoff in Budapest.)” One of Neculai’s men said, walking towards them with files in his hands. He handed them his boss and nodded his head, excusing himself.

“Mulțumesc, Soran. (Thank you, Soran.)” Neculai mumbled as the man walked away.

“Budapest.” He almost whispered as his eyes scanned the files in his hand.

“It’s not far from here.” Valentina muttered and took the last sip of her drink before putting the glass down.

“Micah! Întoarceți acest avion… mergem la Budapesta. (Micah! Turn this plane around… we’re going to Budapest.)” Neculai shouted at the pilot and turned back to Valentina, lifting up his glass in a toast.

“We can’t just show up there.”

“Who said we can’t? It’s better like this, we can kill them faster.”

The apartment was quiet, the only thing you could hear was Yelena’s shower and Y/n typing away on her computer. She was trying to look for a way to find Neculai first so she went back to the surveillance footage and phone calls from his office. The y/n/c stood up and walked to the kitchen counter to make herself a snack when she heard a door creaking. She believed it was Yelena walking out of the bathroom so Y/n didn’t do anything.

“Hey, so I was thinking we can order chinese today! I really wanna eat out of those cardboard boxes with the chopsticks!” She shouted so the blonde could hear. When she didn’t get a response back, she turned her head towards the hallway in question.

“Yelena?” She called out and saw a figure out of the corner of her eye making her turn and gasp. A metal rod came in contact with her temple, knocking the y/h/c out cold in an instance.

A few minutes went by when Yelena finally stepped out of the bathroom. The apartment was unusually quiet which caused her to be on edge. She walked slowly towards the bedroom and grabbed her gun before walking out to the hallway again. The blonde put her gun up immediately looking into every room until arriving at the kitchen. Her heart broke when she saw Y/n unconscious on the floor causing her to lower the gun and run to her.

“Y/n? Y/n? Hey, come on.” She muttered, turning her body around to see her temple all bloody.

“Y/n-“

“Oh look who it is!” A female voice exclaimed, making Yelena grab her gun immediately.

“No need to shoot… I come in peace.” Valentina smirked and she held her hands up in surrender.

“Where’s Neculai?” The blonde muttered.

“Why? Did you miss me?” He asked, walking next to Valentina with a cigar in between his index and middle finger. Yelena looked at them in anger and shot her gun, taking them by surprise. She purposely shot the wall closest to them to make them duck and hide. The blonde took the opportunity to take Y/n and drag her into the bedroom to protect her from them.

“Y/n, hey! Please, wake up. Please, come on, open your eyes.” She said, tapping the y/h/c’s cheek repeatedly. Bullets began to hit the wall and the door making Yelena duck her head and cover Y/n’s body with hers.

After some time, the bullets stopped making the blonde stand up and run to the closet to get the machine gun. The bullets were prepared and she was fully equipped when she decided to open the door. She turned the knob slowly, opening the door as she made sure it didn’t creak. Yelena turned to Y/n one last time before closing the door. The blonde automatically put her gun up and began to walk around the apartment.

She saw movement from the end of the hallway, making her turn and shut from her gun immediately. The bullets hit the wall and she hid behind a column before the other man shot her way. The blonde peaked her head to the hallway and pointed the gun at the shooter, quickly shooting her gun. The man yelled in pain and fell to the ground making Yelena walk out and run to him, to see him struggling. She shot him three more times before taking his gun, putting it in the back of her jeans.

Yelena looked up, searching the place for Neculai or Valentina. Someone shot at her from the bathroom, making her run into what was her bedroom. Bullets hit the wall next to her making the blonde cover her head while they stopped shooting. The room turned quiet signaling the russian that the person had stopped shooting. She took that moment to move behind the door of the bedroom as heavy footsteps were heard down the hall. The masked man walked into the bedroom slowly with his gun up, walking away from the door. Yelena took the gun from her back pocket and fired the gun, shooting him in the back of the head.

“I know you’re here, Belova!” Neculai shouted from somewhere around the house.

“Come out and fight like a real widow!” Valentina followed, making Yelena clench her jaw in anger. She replaced her small gun with the big on and stepped out of the bedroom.

“I’m not hiding, especially from you!” The blonde said loudly, making her way down the hallway and into the kitchen. Neculai stood with his back towards Yelena, not expecting her to be there. She put down her gun and quickly kicked him in the back of the knee to make it bend. Her arm went around his neck, beginning to choke him as his hand went to his pocket to get his little knife. He took it out and waved the knife towards her, slicing her arm.

The blonde yelled in pain and released her grip, making the romanian turn to her immediately. She kicked his hand, watching the knife slide across the floor and kicked his face causing him to fall back. Neculai extended his hand and grabbed her ankle as Yelena swung her other leg to kick him off. As she stood she grabbed her small gun from her pants and pointed it at him as he stood up as well.

He gave her a bloody smile as he caught his breath before bolting towards her. Her finger pulled the trigger causing a loud bang followed by a shout of pain. Yelena shot him on the leg, to slow him down. Necuali stayed on the floor, clutching his thigh as the blonde moved to the living room to see Valentina already pointing the weapon at her.

“Put it down.” Yelena muttered, walking closer to the black haired woman as she took a few steps back.

“Not before you do.” She laughed dryly as they walked around the room slowly.

The blonde stomped forward and grabbed Valentina’s hand as she lifted her foot to kick her in the gut. The black haired woman stumbled back while Yelena walked towards with her fist clenched. The woman dodged her fist and tackled the russian to the ground.

Valentina straddled her and wrapped her hands around the blonde’s neck, keeping her grip strong. Yelena slapped her arms and pushed her face away but nothing seemed to work. Her oxygen levels were dropping fast, her lungs screamed to breath and she was beginning to look purple.

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard followed by a painful shout from Valentina. She immediately released her grip from Yelena’s neck and fell to the floor as she clutched her arm. The blonde sat up slowly and turned around to see Y/n holding up a gun, still pointing it at the injured woman.

“Lena, get up.” The y/h/c stated, never lowering her weapon as her partner hurried towards her.

“Get our things, we’re leaving.” She whispered and Yelena nodded, running towards the bedroom to pack their bags, again. Y/n was left alone, pointing at Valentina as she screamed in agony on the ground.

Suddenly, a piece of fabric went around her neck, pulling her back to crash into a hard chest. The pressure was cutting off her airways as she tried to fight the person off. The y/h/c was lifted slightly off the ground as she heard an evil chuckle next to her ear.

“Looks like I got you now, fetiță dansatoare.(little dancer girl.)” Neculai said with a bloody grin as Y/n’s nails dug into his skin. She tried to gasp for air every chance she got but she couldn’t. Her vision began to fog as her lungs continued to scream for oxygen. She moved her arm down the side of her thigh, pretending to let go but instead, she grabbed the knife placed under a little pocket on her jeans. Y/n lifted her arm and stabbed Neculai on his leg causing him to scream out in pain as he released his grip around the y/h/c. She quickly turned, knife in hand, ready to defend herself when she felt a presence from behind her.

Valentina swung her gun, hitting Y/n on the side of her head causing her to stumble over an already broken coffee table. The y/h/c turned to face and kicked her leg but was quickly grasped by the black haired woman. She laid still for a minute, thinking of an escape plan as she looked at Neculai walk towards them.

“Two against one? Seriously, this is unfair.” Y/n chuckled dryly as she shook her head. She pulled her foot towards her chest causing Valentina to stumble forward, closer to her giving her the opportunity to punch her in the face.

The y/h/c stood up and began to block Neculai’s hits until she was an inch away from the wall. Her body turned and the man’s fist went through the wall as she ran down the hallway towards Yelena. She kicked every door open, hoping to see the blonde with the bag packed. When she kicked the last door, the room was empty and the window was open. Y/n’s face softened as she frowned, noticing that everything was gone too.

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Fixed: Dark!Steve x Reader (Mob AU)

Chapter 4 in the Lipstick and Crayons Series.

Chapter 3: Love So Soft

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A/N: It’s shorter than my usual updates but I’m busy so sorry for the delay. My final exam dates have come and all I can do is pray right now lol. Please pray for me if you can, this sis is out here writing fanfics for yall instead of studying so, haha. ANyways, enjoy babies! Shit happens in this chapter.

Warning: Non-Con, Sickening Threats, Mob Themes, Violence, Death, Manipulation, a mild mental breakdown, Cheap Tricks.

Genres + Characters: Mob AU, Single Parents AU, Steve Rogers x Reader.

Summary: Steve can’t ever repay you for what you did. After meeting you, Steve believes his broken family is the missing piece in the puzzle of your own wrecked one. Indebting the crime lord to you has been the biggest mistake of your life, cause now you can’t get rid of him, no matter what. Loyalty and favours go a long way in the mob.

Word count: 5K

Chapter 4: Fixed

You didn’t sleep that night. Or the next few. Your hands shook every time you got a flashback and even though you were numb to emotions that entire day, tears threatened to spill whenever your mind took to you to that overpriced kitchen again.

Now that he had gone to a dangerous and unnerved assaulter from a Dad trying to take care of his daughter, your mind wouldn’t put anything past him. You knew that in the back of your mind that he was a mobster and your ‘friendship’ was alarming to say the least, but now there was no denying his resources and power and the very obvious threat to your life lingering in the air.

At least before you had the luxury to be oblivious and ignorant, not anymore though. Steve felt even more unhinged and liberal now, even messaging you daily, greeting texts that you obviously ignored. He knew you both were aware that you never handed him your number and he felt no need to hide his pursuit.

You read most of the messages, not bothering with a single reply though. You tried to block him but somehow your phone would still receive messages from his number, even though his contact would always peek back at you from the otherwise empty blacklist.

As if his torment wasn’t ample, another message thread from a different number would forward you alarming images, photos of Grace in her daycare, on a class trip to the park and even her playing in your backyard. You had no doubt that this was another game of his to show you his resources.

You skipped daycare for a few days, your mental health worse than it was after the carnival attack, because now you had a personal tormentor and you cursed yourself for falling into this mess. At times, you believed it wasn’t your fault really, you just helped a kid and this situation spiraled itself but what would pointing fingers now get you? The harsh truth was you were in a calamitous situation now and every step from now on had to be thought out.

So, you let Grace attend her daycare and acted if nothing was amiss or altered, after the few initial breakdown days of course, kept going to your job and earning the bread. You considered your options, you really wanted to go to the cops or a higher fair power but those were few these days, almost non existent in your city. You also vaguely recalled meeting three of the Captains of the PD at Sarah’s birthday, all smiley and doe eyed for Steve. You knew they wouldn’t help, fucking kiss-asses.

Maybe you would have to move somewhere else, perhaps to your hometown, at least till things cooled down or better yet were forgotten? But that trail was very predictable and you didn’t want your parents in this mess.

You also came to know that Steve had inserted himself in the other spheres of your life. You were sure your location was always being sent to him, the knowledge a courtesy of the black car following you while you travelled to home at some late day’s end.

Aiden told you whereabouts were easy to track, when you inquired ambiguously. Another instance was when you went to the bank to deposit cash for your debit card, you came face to face with an enormous amount already there. Somehow, the limit on your credit card was also extended. How, you knew. The clerk told you about an email you must have gotten in regards to it, you dismissed that justification away and told them to not accept the cash. To sum the discussion, they weren’t helpful and had no policy against anonymous donors.

Aiden, your trusted coworker cum pal, sensed the shift in your aura and fidgety form very easily, pestering you with questions and you decided to turn to him, stressed and tired and ready to do something. His questioning eyebrows made you confess vaguely but you refused to tell him the extent of it. Just that his prediction came true and you needed help. Let’s just say, Aiden was a good man.

With time, Steve’s ‘affectionate’ messages became deranged, and you found it harder to act nonchalant in your daily life. You were thankful he didn’t come to visit you, possibly occupied with the rumored war between the mobs. You just prayed for a few more days of ignorance, just enough time to think and do something.

“What do you mean someone collected her?!” You had a hard time controlling your voice, you were about to burst, in tears or with anger, you didn’t know.

“The man was verified in the emergency contacts and we got a letter signed and approved by you to skip the day an hour into the first activity.”

“A man? Emergen-, wait no! What fucking approved letter?”

You had three emergency contacts, your mom in another state, Aiden, and one of the other kid’s mom you had grown close to. Aiden was with you at work all day, so did someone disguise themselves as him? And what was the deal with the letter signed by you? You surely didn’t remember writing and authorizing one.

The boy, Pietro, who had been the receptionist for as long as you could remember, shuffled through the chaotic piles of paper and presented a letter to you, and your blood froze as your eyes skimmed the font.

Your beautiful cursive stared right back at you and you knew that no one would ever be able to distinguish between this penmanship and the one in the pocketbook in your clutch. No one but you. Even though you knew you had not written it, the slightly different ‘f’ and ‘g’ told you everything.

Your signature at the bottom though, was done quite perfectly and that made you even more scared.

“I did-, I didn’t write this! What the-” Your widened eyes met Pietro’s from above the paper but all he offered you was a meek smile. Your hands shook with rage and for the first time in your life, you had the urge to slap someone really bad.

“Maybe your family had an emergency to take he-”

“No, you don’t get it!” You stopped yourself from getting frantic, willing yourself to take deep breaths and think rationally. Today of all days, things had to mess up.

He didn’t know you had no family in this city, that you had a mobster after you or the subtle threats that his hired spy sent to you.

Was going to the police an option? Aiden already told you that the cops were as good as Steve’s men. But this was about your missing kid! You’d never forgive yourself if something happened to her. And you were giving Steve way too much credit, what if he wasn’t behind this all? Come to think of it, what if the other number wasn’t his?

Relax yourself! Thinking of disturbing theories wouldn’t help anyone. You thought you should go to the cops, just in case. No mentioning of Steve, just a woman with a ‘missing child’ report.

‘Missing Child’ left an acrid taste behind and you were too close to a breakdown, but your whole journey of single-parenthood taught you to kick vulnerability aside, well most of the times.

You turned and were about to leave, but Pietro stopped you. “If you are going to the cops Ma’am, they require 8 hours of inactivity or disappearance time for kids under 5.”

Well look who just read your mind.

You huffed and kept the tears at bay, your mind thinking of what to do then? Grace was obviously taken-

“How could you let a toddler leave without informing the parents?” You knew your anger was channeling out at the wrong man but didn’t he all but hand Grace to the stranger?

You beat him answering and inquired, “What did the man look like? Do you have any footage? Anything?” The wrinkles in your forehead and stress creases on your face paired with the eyebags betrayed your age surely. You were sure you had aged more this week than an entire decade, juggling your normal life with the hovering threat.

“You shouldn’t be this worried Ma’am.”

The fucking audacity.

“Your daughter recognized him, she all but ran to him and this other little girl he came with. You should maybe ask your parent-friends around? A blonde family perhaps?”

As all the emotions drained from your face and terror took over, the young lad in front of you looked smug. You wondered as if you imagined the faintest of smirks on his face.

You crumpled the letter in your hands, seething with rage as you stepped in your car. Oh, you were mad, more wrathful than ever. You could take any hits on you, any threat but not on Grace, never on her.

You were stupid, you had already decided you wouldn’t put anything past him but unknowingly, you did put this past him. You thought this man had a shred of decency to not use your kid in this adult war, being a parent himself and all but what a surprise! You were wrong.

You drove to your home, your thoughts a mix of trepidation, anxiety and fury. You were scared of him and his reach and resources but if he put Grace in any type of danger; whether to teach you a lesson or use her as bait or both, there’d be consequences.

Lord knows you killed a man a month ago Grace was threatened.

You had one thing to do before contacting Steve about Grace but you never got to do it because unexpectedly the bastard was in your home. In your home.

The black sports car outside was a huge giveaway but your suspicions were confirmed when you opened the door with your house key. The banter and giggles from inside alarmed yet calmed you; the dread of confrontation and the assurance of Grace’s safety reigned your mind.

As the door opened painfully slow like a horror movie, the sight that met your eyes made you sick with a feeling of failure. It wasn’t gore or blood or grunge, it was Steve bouncing Grace in the air and catching her while Sarah twirled around in the living room.

This man was craftier than you thought, every action of his was calculated, each a refined step. You had been so preoccupied to avoid direct encounters with him in your little family’s life that you didn’t think he had other ways. He was always looming around with Sarah and as Grace began to trust Sarah, she consequently began to trust her blonde guardian too.

As you slammed the door behind you, Steve’s eyes snapped to yours and his smirk made you want to punch him so hard. The smugness on his face while he let Grace down without breaking eye contact told you he had no regret, no remorse. In fact, he was loving every second of this cat and mouse chase between you two.

You were a millimeter close to losing your shit, the only check being the kids in the room. But you were mad and he was going to know it.

“What the hell, Steve? Messing with my kid?” You threw your clutch onto the couch, Steve haughty by the reception of his sent message but still holding back because of the kids. He called Wanda and you didn’t really notice where she came from but you did register Steve asking to take the girls to the park for a ‘private discussion’.

As Grace passed by you, you grabbed her arm lightly, making her look at you with doe eyes resembling yours. You gave her a smile trying to ease her, but you knew she was smart enough to sense the change in the atmosphere.

Apparently, the whining Sarah wasn’t.

You looked back to Steve, your hold still on Grace and continued with a frown and raised eyebrows, “She isn’t going anywhere, not out of my sight and obviously not with you or your goons.”

Wanda had the audacity to look offended and you scoffed at her, eyes staring Steve’s down.

“Honey, I don’t think the kids should hear what I think you have to say right now.” He said nodding to Wanda to take Grace.

“You must be deranged to think I trust Grace near anyone even remotely related to you! Take your people and get out.” You held your hand up to stop Wanda and pointed towards the door with the most menacing glare you could form.

Grace looked incomprehensibly between you two, concern and confusion on her face. That might have been the first time such a tone was used in your household. The grumbling Sarah was close to throwing a tantrum, irritated by the change in the playful air or the lack of attention to her, you didn’t know. She was hanging on Wanda’s forearm, her feet slipping on your printed rug. Wanda was trying to not look hurt still by your previous statement, distracting herself by the blonde kid and you were baffled by her obliviousness to all this.

Steve, the beefy blonde Lucifer, was furious and seething. His white knuckles and ticking jaw were the most obvious giveaways, the fingers just itching to beat the shit out of someone no doubt.

Was he imagining striking you into compliance into his weird playhouse game complex? You wouldn’t be surprised given the extent of his attempt to ‘win’ you over.

The ‘get out’ tone and blatant disrespect was a bruise to his ego for sure, and by you, a middle-class woman nonetheless was a worse injury. Steve was the deadly boss to armored men in the vicinity, the kids’ father figure, according to him, and Wanda’s stern yet kind employer.

People had been killed for less and there you were, standing in all your glory, being the only person alive to reject Steve Rogers and now, the only to raise your voice at him.

You almost scoffed at his impudence to look offended, what did he expect? For you to submit to him after the stunt he pulled? His reach was scary he proved today and that any future with him in your life in any way, was a fearsome possibility to entertain but you’d be damned if you went down without a fight.

“You can’t make me leave; we both know. You don’t have the physical edge nor the mental one. I have no problem drawing out G-U-N-S in front of the kids or to throw the warnings around, although I would prefer not to.”

Your free hand itched to slap him, like how his did minutes ago. It wasn’t a mankind problem about men thinking they were entitled to everything; it was a Steve Rogers’s problem. Of course, with him consent didn’t matter. If he had a ‘housewife, kids and fences’ fixation, he’d make it come true.

“Do you even listen to what I say? Or your own words even? Please, go ahead! Traumatise my kid and also yours in your wooing process! Why are you so obsessed? Leave us alone, you freak! I just ignored few messages!” You had a hard time maintaining your cool, if there was any left. You were sure you were scaring Grace and no matter what happened next, you knew she was already traumatized by this entire ordeal already. You were so sorry, so, so, so sorry to your poor baby caught in this mess.

You knew, no, you hoped, he wouldn’t pull out the gun, his actions at the carnival a proof, you remembered how he hid his gun on finding Sarah. That threat was empty but the next one wasn’t, his words making you freeze in your spot.

“I think you keep on misunderstanding me, sweetheart. I don’t make empty promises,”

Posh word for threats.

“For starters, maybe I should pay my future in-laws a visit in their blue duplex. They might need help with the vast garden they have, it is the season for ‘violets’, isn’t it?”

As you froze with your parents being brought up, he also cooled, albeit differently, smirking once again gaining the upper hand, not that he lost it if you were being honest.

“Isn’t threatening my kid enough for you, Steve?” You hated how your loud voice almost broke, your anger slowly subsiding into helplessness and you hated that. You hated his guts, his entitlement, his claim; everything about him.

“You still don’t see it, do you? Our family of four is the most important thing to me right now and I’m not above doing anything to save it.”

“There is no family of four Steve! I keep explaining and you keep coming back to square one with all this bullshit!” The curse word did tick Steve off but he would correct that later, when bigger things weren’t at ploy.

“Your ignorance makes me a little mad sometimes sweetheart and that is why I have to do all I do. You haven’t realized we need each other yet, but I’m staying until you do and even after that, I promise. You know how much it pissed me off to see your tickets and the packed suitcases after I’ve been nothing but nice? I was so generous to spoil you with my riches but instead I find that in your finances.”

This fucker knew. Of course, he did!

You were wondering in the back of your head what had prompted this visit with so many threats and warnings and anguish. He was pissed even before you ‘acted out’, he tracked the tickets and the plan and that meant he even tracked-

“You have so much to learn, but luckily you interact with quite a few people. I am most tempted to start out with this Aiden guy, trying to be the hero and giving you all the ideas. Maybe I should visit him?” Steve wondered out loud, and you flinched at his suggestion, hating how you were trapped by this man.

You couldn’t live with yourself if anyone got hurt because of you, be it your parents or Aiden or any other possibility Steve would come up with. Of course, Grace was your peak priority but you doubted he would hurt her as he threatened to harm them.

“Steve, please.” The fire was almost out, your hands trembling, Grace worried and Steve smug.

“Let the kids go and I think we can come to a conclusion.”

“Steve this needs to stop.” You said, your breaths heavy and helplessness clawing away at you.

“I won’t repeat myself.” He voiced out with a threatening edge, gesturing to Grace and Wanda, clearly telling you to first get the kids out.

For a deranged fucktard, he sure cared about the kids a lot.

You loosened your hold on Grace, patting her arm softly and nudged her to Wanda. Wanda received her little hand and enticed the kids with the promise of ice-cream. Sarah clapped her hands and as the trio left, Grace did look over her shoulders at you in concern and for permission, majorly in concern though. You nodded and waved, a tear dropping as soon as the door clicked shut.

You were still staring at the door, not wanting to meet Steve’s stormy blue orbs when he began, “Today was a slip up that I won’t tolerate again. Neither the cursing nor the dramatics.”

We aren’t in a fucking play, what the fuck is he labelling as dramatics?

Your eyes slowly flickered to his, and you had a hard time not letting the tears escape except the one traitorous one earlier. The fatigue, the worry of Grace’s disappearance, the threats to your friends and family were all catching up to you. It took all in you to stay strong and not fall down right now.

“Steve this isn’t funny anymore. It’s sick and you know it! I just said no! Was that so inexcusable that you had to follow up with this? You have violated me for that, broken into my home and now kidnapped my daughter! At what extent will you stop?” You broke down finally, arms a flailing mess as fat tears rolled down. Nothing scared more than the helplessness this moment. He won and he knew it. The carnival incident was nothing in comparison to this. The only good thing you could hope in all this was a safe Grace but that too only if you complied, which seemed like what you would do now given your attempts at fighting back and scampering have failed laughably.

“Gosh, I forgot how theatrical women are. You are smart darling; you know what I want from day one, just a happy family. Nothing that horrendous has happened and especially not as badly as put it. I’m just looking out for you and me in the long run.” Steve slowly treaded towards you, his hand extended to pat your arm comfortingly but you involuntarily flinched at contact and stepped back. Steve clearly didn’t like that as he caught your arm in a bruising grip and jerked you towards him. Manhandling you as your wet hands rushed to ease his grip was not a tough task for Steve, a surprise to none.

“Stop trembling like I’ve actually done something to harm you!”

Steve clearly didn’t know how to comfort women and it showed.

You stopped with the cowering away, even though it disgusted you to be this much in close proximity with your assaulter. He clearly had anger issues and no clue how to solve them. You needed to steer the conversation right and get him out. You could see your hands visibly shake as you put them on his chest, just to create some distance and in a way of surrendering to not fight. The tears slowed but you don’t think they stopped; it was hard to tell with a million other things on your mind.

As your eyes made contact, Steve loosened his grip, clearly a bit satisfied by your submission, as he began counting to help you breathe. As much as you hated to admit, it helped you and you got a flashback to the time when you freaked out on him about Grace at that extravagant dinner date. That was a sweet gesture then, not so sweet now. Funny how drastically things change with time.

It wasn’t so much Steve’s help as it was your own mind telling you to be fucking smart about the whole ordeal right now.

“Good. Better. Now let’s talk. Why were you planning to run away? I’ve been busy and coming home to find out that wasn’t joyful, you know.” His smile suggested a better mood than before but his voice, his husky voice always had this daring edge that almost challenged you to defy him but at the same time warned you of unpleasant consequences if you did.

“Steve, I’m scared.” You spoke with utmost honesty. “The part of the world you associate yourself with scares me. You can’t blame me for not wanting that life for Grace, I mean you have a kid of your own. Wasn’t the carnival attack specifically on Sarah?”

The reasoning was right but you knew you triggered him the moment his smile evaporated. He either felt insulted as a parent or disrespected in his profession or probably both.

He was fighting his inner demons already and you pointing it out was a slap to his face, a hit he didn’t want to take.

“That was a slip up, I admit. Never again. I’m only human, okay?” He convinced himself and you, his grip tightening a bit again.

Oh no, not the right direction to take.

You reckoned he still had nightmares about it like you, he really did love Sarah a lot, all things aside.

“Besides, I am looking out for you! Out for you and Grace and Sarah. I remember my promise of never putting either of them in harm’s way ever again.”

You definitely didn’t trust his security or his people because what sort of a mobster let his daughter get targeted and possibly abducted? You definitely didn’t know the whole story or if it was just a bad day but he wasn’t a person that deserved some slack. Despite all this, you knew what all he held above you, above a common man. He might not be ‘Kingpin’ skilled but a threat to you nonetheless.

Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, “Is that what you call following me around, huh?” which you immediately regretted.

“Trust the process, baby. Everything is just to protect you.”

Is that what he called stalking even Grace around and twistedly enough, sending you proof of that? The anonymous thread of photos was another nightmare of yours, thanks to him. The last being a candid photo inside Grace’s room, her sleeping in her bed this morning and that’s when you decided you needed to get out. Of course, that didn’t go as planned.

“How am I supposed to do that when you have cameras in my house?!” You scoffed and he reeled back at the accusation, having the nerve to look impressed at being uncovered and caught red-handed.

“Oh my fucking God, it was you! You sick pervert!” You jumped out of his grip, your eyes wide and horrified. “I wasn’t aware of what to make of it but of course, it was you! Who else would be sick enough to do that?” You let out a humorless chuckle. You always put things past him even when you keep telling yourself you shouldn’t. When will you ever learn huh?

You were full on panicking yet again, this man was an assaulter, a stalker and a creep too. It would have made a good dark, psychological thriller for you to watch if you weren’t the protagonist about to suffer his obsession.

He reached out to steady you again, but you whipped and stumbled back, realizing too late that you elbowed Steve’s nose so bad that there was a crunch. That, right there, was the look a man real-fucking-furious on Steve’s face and now you could see the feared mobster, the man who was personally terrorizing you under the beautiful, Greek God façade.

Steve reacted so fast even with an injury that in a split second, your view of his face turned into a view of his crotch.

“You do realize that there are others ways for me to teach you obedience? I think it’s fucking time you show me your gratitude for my care and attention and apologize for your misconduct and unkind response.” Steve spoke with a hoarse voice, a voice running out of patience and just about done with defiance.

His hand fisted your hair, maintaining eye contact while he nodded between you and his crotch. You knew what he wanted, what he was expecting as ‘thanks’.

“Steve, please no, you don’t-”

His other hand grabbed your jaw, stopping you from speaking as he warned, “I think you have done just enough talking for today, so why don’t you put that tongue to a better use and show me how sorry you are. Better make it convincing because I’d hate to pay one of your friends a visit and then bitch about a nasty blowjob.” He smirked at the end of his monologue, eyes shining with triumph and amusement.

You wouldn’t let him harm anyone else, you couldn’t. You and your daughter were already knee-deep in a pit and at this point, it’d just be cruel to drag someone else in. With shaky hands opening his pants, you just hoped you could get Grace out before you eventually were buried in it.

“Now that’s a good girl. Submissive is a sexy look on you.” His hands patted your hair, playing with your tresses while yours pulled his pants and then briefs down.

His member jerked out, almost slapping you in the face as you recoiled at his insolence to get hard and erect at your torment. Your disdain must have shown which he took as admiration and derision to take his affluent cock in.

“No need to get shy, I have faith you’ll be able take it just as well in your pretty pussy as you will right now. Open up-”

“Steve, I beg you-”

Just as you had cut him off, he interrupted your pleading. Your gag reflex was probably the most efficient in the world but that turned this narcissist on. It had been years since you had done it, never with a man as beefy as Steve.

His taste was salty and if you had to put it into better words, it was the like overpriced sea salt flakes that you never bought. High and pricey and for the entitled.

Your hands clutched at his thighs as you blacked out multiple times; your jaw aching, uvula swaying and tears escaping. Him forcing himself on you brough a new sense of vulnerability as your body trembled. Steve relished like a sadist, practically rutting into you all by himself as you just sat there with your jaw unnaturally open.

His obscene moans and groans were crass and nauseating and you just prayed for this to be over soon and for no one to walk in on this, especially your kid.

It seemed like it would never end, your body dehydrating with all the spit it produced, the drool dribbling and landing just beside your knees on your printed rug. You would have to throw that out.

The tears stooped after some point, the sobbing an unnecessary action that just tired you out more on this eventful day. You moved your tongue around to prevent your teeth from scratching him when he shifted angles. If this was what he did on slightly mad, you didn’t want to find what he did for a more serious punishment.

Apparently, that action was something that turned him on even more, his breath hitching as neared closure. In broken whispers he demanded that again and you complied, wanting to get done with it.

He growled in the moment of his release and you tried to lean back but his grip didn’t relent. “Swallow.” His grainy, exasperated voice said out loud and you knew better than to defy.

He released you and you fell on to the rug, hip bruising by knocking into some furniture and tears coming back again after being hydrated by his seed. He packed himself, his smile smug and content as his expressions truly resembled ecstasy being personified.

“You be a good fiancée from now on and maybe you’ll have all your friends alive and present at our wedding. No cheeky business from now on, got it?” Steve hummed then and strutted out, not even bothering to listen to your reply.

As soon as the door slammed, your eyes closed and your demons danced again.

There was no right direction to take when you were stuck in a loop.

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