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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 1 year

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Alright.......

43. “Just try and keep your eyes open for five minutes.”

With, dealer's choice.....

I pondered this one for days and it finally came to me. I love Nick and just had to use him for a dealer's choice. Thank you so much Love.

"Just try and keep your eyes open for five minutes." Nick cradled you to him, climbing several flights of stairs as quickly as he could to get to the room your rag-tag group was currently hiding in.

Your eyes were half focused on his face as he grunted with the effort carrying you. You were so tired, muttering. "Nicky... s'okay." Your face cuddled into his sweaty shirt clinging to his chest, the humidity making the air so heavy. Or maybe that was part of your symptoms.

"We are almost there Baby." Nick finally crested the last set of stairs as your head lolled limply against him, your breathing hot against his neck. "Y/N?"

Cassie whipped the door open, poking her head out and hissing urgently. "Get in here! What happened?!"

Nick rushed in as she slammed the door shut and several locks were thrown in place. He bypassed the small apartment into the only bedroom, barely large enough for all three of them, but Cassie pushed her way in as well while Nick eased you onto the mattress on the floor. "I think she overextended herself."

Cassie yanked on her notebook, frantically looking at the pages for a clue. "You guys followed everything I said right? She wasn't supposed to get hurt."

Nick pressed his fingers to your pulse and leaned his head close to listen to your breathing. Nothing seemed unusual, just that you had passed out. He leaned back against his heels, trying to catch his breath as Cassie now started to panic at your listless form. He glanced at the girl, his gaze softening and he shifted over to grab her notebook gently to pry it out of her hands. "Hey, Cas, you did good, everything happened like you said."

"But..." Her hands waved over at you, her eyes bright with frightened tears. "Why didn't I see this?"

"Cause you are not gonna catch everything," Nick said gently, gripping Cassie's chin to make her look at him. "Y/N will be okay, I said so."

Her chin wobbled a bit. "You promise Nick?"

"Yeah, she took out those assholes like you said and she just drained her powers, exhausted her. You trust me, right?"

"Yeah."

"I got you, you got me, we both got her." He tilted his head quickly towards you, a worried look soon masked back to one of reassurance for Cassie.

"Yeah." The child said again and Nick let go, pushing to a stand. "Watch her for a second, m'kay? I'm just going to check that we weren't followed."

Cassie pushed into his spot next to her as Nick sidestepped in the small space. "You said it went just as I predicted, we are safe."

"Ahh, we might be safe, but that doesn't mean we weren't tracked." He slipped out and went out on the rickety fire escape. He hated lying to Cassie but he needed five minutes alone, to let his fear process.

"Fuck fuck fuck." He hissed, slamming his palms on the rickety railing. There was no way they were followed, not after how you gathered all the energy in the room and used it as a weapon, exploding it on the division bastards who had the two of you cornered. Nick only felt a minuscule of what you unleashed on them and it knocked him out for a few seconds.

Some of those bastards were never getting up again. Not that he cared, they can all fucking die as far as he was concerned. But this show of unpredictable strength from you would be noticed by Division, putting all of you back on their most wanted list. Not to mention the fact that your powers were growing more unpredictable with every use.

"Fuck."

#amber answers #nick gant x reader #sleepy prompts #idk if this was really sleepy but im gonna run with it #amber writes #sweater writes

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rogerswifesblog-updates · 1 year

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Together Or Not At All

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summary: Your first day with your new roommates.

A/N: This is a first of many drabbles about how living with these chaotic boys will look like. It’s a story written by us together with @jamneuromain

Check the masterlist of Together Or Not At All!

First meeting/moving in;

Johnny being the flirt he is, flirts with you as soon as you walk through the door. You were slightly surprised by this…greeting since the human torch was only in a towel, clearly just having showered, his hair was still dripping slightly while you could make out steam surrounding his body. You felt like you just swallowed your own tongue, watching him approach you. Being unable to meet his gaze you tried to stutter something coherent out. “Hi-yhm-I-“ “I’m Johnny, pleasure to meet you sweetheart”, he grinned, but Jake quickly interfered, seeing as you were already on Johnny's radar. He swatted him across the back of his head, stepping between you two, even though your gaze lingered for a moment on Johnny's steamy body.“Hi I’m Jake-my room is right next to yours. Let me help you with your suitcase…es? How many do you have”, he mumbled quietly, looking behind you at the luggage you were dragging with you. A soft giggle escaped your lips, while you shook his hand introducing yourself. For a moment you looked into his pretty blue eyes, this time it wasn’t you who tried to avoid eye contact. Jake was flustered, even though he tried not to show it. “Just a few”, with that you grabbed one of the suitcases. Jake grabbed the other one you were reaching for and swatting your hand away. “Let me, you don’t have to. Not when we’re around”, he smiled and took another one in his other hand. Johnny wanted to help with the last suitcase but he was scared his towel would fall, quietly cursing to himself. Just when you wanted to come back for the last one, it slowly started rolling to your room. “What-“, gasping as you looked around, seeing another guy standing at the end of the corridor, an unsure smile on his lips. He didn’t say anything, just waved at you, before disappearing around the corner. The corners of your mouth twitched upwards, watching him walk away. “Oh, yeah that’s Nick. He’s a bit shy, but really a nice guy…unless he and Johnny are in the same room. Then it gets chaotic”, Jake smiled, putting his hand on your shoulder for a moment. He felt blood rush to his cheeks, making him blush, before quickly pulling away. “So-yeah, I-I’ll be in my room. It was nice helping you-I mean, meeting you. It was nice meeting you”, with that he walked into his room, shaking his head about himself. Of course he had to say something stupid.

Not even an hour later was a quiet and gentle knock on your door. You assumed it could be Jake since his room was next to yours and johnny definitely didn’t seem like a person that even knew what knocking or personal space was. And nick…nick definitely wouldn’t come to you. He was definitely a shy person.

“Come in”, you said cheerfully, putting away your clothes in the wardrobe. “Hi, I wanted to introduce myself, I’m Steve”, said a raspy deep voice. Definitely not Jake. After you turned around your smile widened. Oh wow, these guys all looked like tasty eye candy. Steve was buff. Definitely more muscular than the rest of them. Did he even fit in the doorframe?

“Hi Steve, nice to meet you”, you said, letting your gaze linger on his hands that were casually holding onto his belt, while he leaned against your doorframe. “I thought we could maybe have dinner tonight-I mean all of us”, he added quickly, feeling his face heat up. You giggled, nodding. “Perfect. But maybe Johnny should wear some real clothes this time”, at your words Steve sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. “Yeah I’ll talk to him. He’s just…to be honest I don’t even know. It’s Johnny. He’s always like that”, his words made you laugh and he definitely really enjoyed hearing this sound. “Seven good for you?” You nodded once again, watching the man leave your room.

On time you went to the dining room, where Steve was currently bringing a ton of take out, putting it all on the table. You laughed quietly. “I’m not a good cook, none of us are, actually…so it’s take out. I hope you don’t mind?”, he said apologetically. Grinning you grabbed a fry out of one of the containers, biting into it. The only answer Steve got was a smirk and wink, making his insides tingle. God, you were only a few hours here and he already felt like he was developing a crush on you. You didn’t seem to notice his gaze, sitting down next to him, with another empty chair next to you. Oh boy. He could tell this wouldn’t end well.

And he was right.

Only a few minutes later he could hear heavy steps and bickering, also some grunting which was probably caused from an elbow to the ribs. “Johnny you idiot-stop it”, Jake's hushed voice was louder than intended, while the two walked into the room, quickly trying to grab the chair next to you. You didn’t say anything, but giggled into your hand. It’s already pretty funny and chaotic living with them. After just a few hours…the next few months are probably gonna be interesting. “Johnny, Jake. Both of you, the other side”, said Steve finally before they’d really embarrass themselves by pulling at the chair…or with whatever else they’d come up with. He was definitely surprised how immature these guys could be. Thankfully Nick was such a quiet and calm guy (spoiler alert; it will change.)

When nick came into the room he sat down next to you, giving you a quick smile, before starting eating, while you all had a few light conversations. He didn’t say much and you also noticed he ate pretty quickly. Only a few minutes later he finished his food, saying his goodbyes and going straight to his room. “We have dessert nick-“, Steve tried to change his mind but he was already gone. You couldn’t stop yourself from wincing slightly. Was he uncomfortable around you? “Don’t worry, he’s just…he had it rough, you know? So he kinda…”, Steve sighed beside you, gently putting his hand onto your arm. “He spends most of his time in his room”, added Jake, while Johnny nodded. You could feel your heart ache.

Grabbing two plates with cake, you smiled at the boys. “It was really nice but I’ll try to talk to him. Maybe he just needs for someone to take the first step”, they all watched you walk out of the room.

And they definitely enjoyed it.

You knocked on Nick's door. “Please Steve-I said I don’t-“ “And if it’s not Steve?”, you asked unsure, opening his door and stepping inside. Hearing your voice nick quickly stood up. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to leave like that-””Don’t worry nick. We all like our personal space…I just thought you’d like your cake-Johnny kinda looked at it like a predator looking at his prey, so I assumed you wouldn’t be able to get a taste of it later”, you giggled, trying to lighten the mood. It really made him chuckle, while you gave him his plate. For a moment you two were quiet, just looking at each other. Assuming he doesn’t want you to be there you grabbed the door handle. Just then did Nick clear his throat. “Stay-I mean, if…if you’d like to…I wouldn’t mind the company”, with that you two sat down on his bed. The atmosphere was still a bit tense, so you started talking about some embarrassing old memories to make him laugh-and you did. By the time you are your cakes Nick had to wipe away his tears from the laughing and his stomach hurt.

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georgiapeach30513 · 9 months

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This was so sweet and then it went to cum play 🤣 imagine an arranged marriage and you find out he’s your soul mate? But Nick also doesn’t mind marking you up 😏

#moodboards #nick gant x reader

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royalsweetteaa · 2 years

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Hey

I just wanna ask would you ever consider adding more of CE characters in your HCs in future…

You know I love your HC perspective and would want more of his characters may be in them

Bye bye

😘😘😘

I mean, there aren’t many good characters left? 😂 (jk, jk)

Originally thought of adding Colin Shea from ‘What’s your number’, but after a thorough consideration I turned the idea down because to me he’s basically a sweeter version of Johnny and without powers.

Colin’s SO FUCKING PRETTY but it’s so easy to just imagine him as Johnny in these scenes. He’s a matured version of Johnny basically. Still love him tho as a rom com character. 🥰

Also I unironically like Jake Wyler. But I’m unfortunately not motivated to include him.

Side note, I used to read some dark fics with Jake before I ever considered writing here myself and I love them so much, — Here’s a few of these that came to mind and I recommend because they are so good:

Teddy bear - dark!Jake Wyler x Christian!reader by @stuckysdumbbitch

Peaches & cream - dark!soft!Jake Wyler x reader by @mypoisonedvine

I really like Lloyd Hansen but I have yet to be really attracted to the character to the point where I’m actually interested in writing him so…we’ll see? I’ve given him one special appearance in a HC so I might continue with that of adding him as a bonus character.

Nick Gant is so sweet from what I’ve seen, I want to see the movie with him because I bet I’ll love him. Maybe I’ll add him if I like him enough. ;)

Saw ‘fierce people’ with Bryce Langley recently and considered on making a fic with him or add him to some dark upcoming HCs because he is like…perfect dark fic source material. He’s so fucked up and I’m ashamed to say I find him kind of hot…if we ignore the specific things he did. But idk I have mixed feelings. Let me know if I should.

Otherwise —

I haven’t seen the movies with Lucas Lee, Robert Pronge or Curtis Everett (not interested in seeing them either), already made up my mind on not writing Mike Weiss because he’s based on a real person and that bothers me a bit, I don’t really care for Frank Adler (sorry, haha), and lastly while it’s a good movie Chris directed and playing the character Nick Vaughan, the character himself is bland to me, I’m sorry. 😭

Hope that clears up my thoughts and status of other CE characters, tho I’m curious which specific characters you were hoping I’d add @elle14-blog1 👀

#elle14-blog1 #cevans characters hcs #cevans characters #colin shea #lloyd hansen #nick gant #bryce langley #chris evans x reader

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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Veras Masterlist

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You are responsible for the kind and amount of media you consume. If you don’t like something on my blog, don’t read it:)

Specials:

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CE characters snippets

Birthday post for CE- Creampuffs

-> Steve Rogers

-> Andy Barber

-> Ransom Drysdale

-> Lloyd Hansen

-> Curtis Everett

-> Johnny Storm

-> Ari Levinson

-> Together Or Not At All

Life as a roommate can be tricky, especially when you are living with Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm, Jake Jensen and Nick Grant. You opted to be a therapist, but things didn’t turn out exactly as planned… (Steve Rogers x Reader, Johnny Storm x Reader, Jake Jensen x Reader, Nick Gant x Reader) A collaboration with @jamneuromain

-> Bucky Barnes

-> Lance Tucker

Stucky

-> Steve x Bucky

Mermaid AUs

Different au’s below

-> my treasure Avengers as pirates

-> Drowning siren

The Avengers found an old abandoned HYDRA base, that had been cleared after HYDRAs existence had been exposed. At least they thought it was cleared.

CaptainAmerica!Steve Rogers x mermaid!reader

Boxer au

-> Broken bones and broken hearts [ collab with @jamneuromain ]

Boxer!Steve Rogers x Reader

There was only one rule between best friends. Don’t have sex. But what happens when you break it anyway?

Highschool au

-> “Teach Me How To Be Good”

Student!Steve Rogers x tutor!reader

Tutor!reader helps Steve prepare for his math exams. He’s totally falling for her, but she doesn’t want him. She’s older, a college student. 25.

And he’s only a Highschool sweetheart turning 18.

Besides. He’s an inexperienced virgin.

And you? Oh you have a big secret he’s not ready to find out.

Stripper Au

-> It’s all about the…

Stripper Steve Rogers x Rich!reader

-> Better than boys

Boyfriends Dad Andy Barber x Reader

Demon Au

-> Highway to hell

Corrupting people’s thoughts. It’s easy, in a very simple way: sexual pleasure. Turns out no man can resist such a beauty like you.

[ one shots collection with; Demon reader x Cousin!Jake, x Cop!Lloyd, x bartender!Ari, x uncle!Curtis, x Stepdad!Andy, x priest!Steve

Requests are open! -> Chris E and Sebastian S characters

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 🌟💦

the urge has won and I’m throwing very impromptu party for all the underrated and underappreciated cevans daddies. It’s time to give them the love they deserve.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬:

𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 | super impromptu: Dec. 6 (to 3pm EST on the 7th) *CLOSED*

˚*｡:°☾ 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬/𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: must be related to the party theme! these can be about any of my current works or fresh ideas/prompts | (˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ | 𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬)

𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬: must include the following characters: Jake Jensen, James Mace, Ryan Ackerman, Johnny Storm, Colin Shea, Jake Wyler, and Bryce Langley. any aus and tropes accepted (fluff, dark, anything slutty or soft really). Additional daddies: Syd, Lucas Lee, Frank Adler, and Nick Gant.

Before sending a prompt, please check the list of completed drabbles in case it has already been sent. No requests are guaranteed.

all asks/drabbles/things related to my celebration will be tagged under: #underrated daddy party & all drabbles will be reblogged onto my library: @onsunnysidelibrary

Reminder: my blog is 18+ — minors DNI. [time zone converter]

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬: all fics, drabbles, etc.

updated as they’re posted | [smut*]

#bf stepbro Ryan aka Ari’s little stepbrother!Ryan Ackerman: crushes to lovers (best friend!Ari) | spicier option* (boyfriend!Ari)

space dork!boyfriend!Mace takes you to the planetarium

nasa bros: Mace vs Johnny for airhead!reader (tag)

tattooed and pierced frat boy!Jake Jensen (tag)

#mean daddy jensen: lovesick boyfriend!Jake Jensen turns into mean daddy!Jake Jensen | punishment + humiliation*

Jake Wyler seduces nerd!reader during a tutoring session*

#stoner space nerds: stoner nerd!boyfriend!Jake Jensen invites his plug co-nerd!Mace over for some weed and space documentries*

shy boyfriend!Jensen wants you to ride him*

grumpy!Mace x shy!sunshine!reader

fake good!mean boyfriend!Jake Jensen x airhead!reader (tag)

frat bros!Johnny Storm & Jake Wyler have a thing for the same girl

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wiypt-writes · 2 years

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25 Days Of CHRIS-Mas

Day 11: It Works

Summary: You and Nick spend your first Christmas together in Hong Kong

Pairing: Nick Gant (Push) x Reader

Warnings: Bad Language, smut (NSFW, 18+)

W/C: 1.5k

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction, any likeness to any persons or events in real life are purely co-incidental. I do not own any characters contained herein bar the reader and/or any original characters. I do not give consent for my work to be copied and posted/translated onto any other sites. If you see this fiction anywhere other than Tumblr, it has been taken without permission.By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer and ALL warnings posted here.

25 Days Of Chris-mas Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Day 10: Jimmy Dobyne (LOATDD)

It was one of the warmest and driest days in December. 73 degrees on Christmas Eve. It annoyed Nick. He missed New York Christmas', he missed the chilly weather, the snow, and fireplaces. It never felt like Christmas in Hong Kong. But Hong Kong was where he lived, New York simply not an option, not after everything that had happened. Division wasn't gone, but their presence in Hong Kong had been diminished and for months, Nick was focused on just living.

He heard a knock and glanced at the time. It was after seven and he'd spent the afternoon trying to make something presentable of the shack he lived in. Brushing his hands on his thighs, the denim rough on his palms, he wandered over the small living space. A quick look through the spy hole confirmed it was safe to answer and he opened it with a soft smile.

"Hi," he said softly, stepping aside to let you in. You had a gift bag in your hand and you were dressed in a festive top and jeans yourself.

“Hi,” you smiled as you walked in, your eyes scanning around. It was far tidier than last time you’d been round, not that you’d paid much attention given the fact you were too busy bouncing off every surface as the pair of you ripped one another’s clothes off.

The main living area was softly lit, a small tree standing in the corner, ropes of fairy lights strung up and there was a pleasant pine and spice smell from a candle that was burning on the small coffee table.

"You decorated," you smirked, popping a kiss to his cheek.

"I tried," he laughed. "American Christmas is different from Hong Kong."

“Tell me about it,” you sighed, watching as he shut the door, “this is about the only time of year I miss Washington. Rest of the time, well, the less said about it the better.”

"I know the feeling," Nick sighed. "Anyway, want a drink?"

"Sure, but, here, this is for you," you handed him the bag. "Merry Christmas, babe."

You and Nick had been seeing each other for six months now, having met one night by literally bowling each other over in the busy street market.

Nick took the bag and smiled, “yours is in the bedroom.”

At that you arched a brow and Nick groaned, “I didn’t mean…I meant the present is…you know what, just wait here.”

You couldn't help but smirk. After all this time, it was cute to watch him get flustered over you still. He disappeared and came back momentarily with a perfectly wrapped little box.

“Did you wrap this?” You asked him, suspicion lacing your tone.

"Nope." He chuckled. "I asked Mrs Chen."

You laughed, as he gave you a cheeky grin, “that woman is a saint.”

"Do you want to open them now or wait?" Nick stammered. "I mean I don't care, it's okay, whatever you want...."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. 'Calm down,' you whispered inside his head.

You heard him exhale, and when you looked back at him, he was standing, shoulders slightly less tense.

“Sorry, it’s been a while.” He gave you an apologetic smile,

"It's okay," you stepped closer to him. "Six months, Nick, we're good, you don't have to be nervous around me."

“I know, I’m just an idiot,” he gave you another little smile, “but an idiot who loves you.”

The phrase had only recently been tossed around between the two of you, but every time you heard it you couldn't help but feel a flutter inside.

"I love you, too." You titled up your chin and kissed his jaw. "Relax, please, it's just me. Let's fix dinner and just.... Hang out."

“Dinner is actually already fixed,” he looked at you, “it’s not really traditional Christmas fare but, well, Mrs Chen swears by it and from what I tried before it’s pretty good.”

"Works for me," you giggled, taking a seat at the dilapidated table he had.

With nervous anticipation, Nick grabbed your drinks, a beer each and set them down at the table in front of you. You watched as he headed back to the kitchen and pulled the lid off a pot, and suddenly a wonderful aroma hit your nostrils.

“Is that…lobster yi mein?” You asked excitedly. You’d had that dish once before, a grand finale to a Cantonese seafood banquet you and Nick had been to on a date. You recalled watching as the whole lobster was sliced up at your table, before being tossed in a cheese sauce before being added to the crunchy stir-fried veg noodles.

“Yup.” He grinned, “can’t promise it will be as good as the one we had but…”

"I don't care, it's the thought," you beamed. "Nick, really!"

He served up the delightful dish and set the two bowls in front of you both, taking his seat. "Merry Christmas, babe.”

“Merry Christmas, Nicky,” you beamed before you tucked in.

You couldn’t help the small groan of satisfaction. Nick was actually a pretty decent cook, you’d noticed that when you’d first started dating. When he had opened up a little he’d explained he’d picked it up from Mrs Chen, his boss. She ran a food stall in the local market, Nick providing the muscle so to speak for the heavy lifting and things she wasn’t really capable of doing anymore. It didn’t pay much, but he supplemented it with shifts in one of the local bars, which was where he had met you. You were entering, he was exiting and smack, the two of you hit the wet market Street.

You knew he was different from the beginning, like you, gifted. You sensed it, but you never were sure what his gift was. Not until you were toddling more than you could carry one afternoon and his gift presented itself, catching the falling items, allowing them to freely float above you. At that point you’d thanked him, your voice speaking directly in his head and he’d looked at you, a soft smile on his face.

And the rest was history.

You ate, you laughed, you drank. After dinner music played from the shabby and staticky radio Nick had near his bed.

"Dance with me." He asked, extending his hand and cocking his head to the side a little.

The Christmas Waltz was playing on the American station and you beamed up at him, taking his hand as you slid off the edge of his bed. He pulled you into a close hold, steering you gracefully around the small space of his apartment.

“You’re quite good at this,” you chuckled,

He chuckled and popped a shoulder. "Hardly!" He spun you around.

“You are!” You giggled, as he pulled you back to him.

Comfortable silence filled your dance as the music continued, your head resting on his shoulder as your right hand grasped his left, Nick's right hand splayed across the small of your back. You didn't mean to do it, in fact you tried really hard to not use your powers on him, but your mind caught his thought and you gasped.

“Y/N?” He looked down at you and you blinked up at him, a little sheepishly. “Oh, babe! You didn’t!”

"I didn't mean to. You let your guard down." You sighed. "I'm so sorry."

Nick groaned, “you… shit, you weren’t supposed to…”

"Nicky...." You cupped his face, "yes."

He blinked, “what?”

You coyly blushed, "my answer is yes."

“Oh, I… shit!” He laughed, “that’s not how I wanted to ask!”

"I know. I'm sorry. I ruined it, I did. But, it doesn't change my answer."

Nick smiled at you as his hands cupped your face, “so the next question is, do we move into yours or here?”

"Here, it's closer to the market!" You giggled.

He grinned and nodded, and then fell silent, his eyes flashing. With a quirk of your brow, you latched onto his thought. He smirked at you as your cheeks went warm and you bit your lip.

“Pervert.”

"That's why I got you your gift." He quirked.

You smacked him and grabbed the present from the bed. "Let me go change," you smirked. "Enjoy yours, Mover."

Nick plucked the tissue from the gift bag and pulled his gift out. In his palm sat a snowglobe of Hong Kong Harbor, the market where they met clearly visible inside. With a smile he flattened his hand, the item held in his palm as he elevated it ever so slightly, shaking it to send the snow swirling. With a final chuckle he set it down on the nightstand.

The bathroom door creaked and out you slid, a shy look on your face. "I feel so...."

“Words, babe.”

"Pretty," you smirked at the feeling of the silk robe around your body.

“Pretty isn’t where my mind went but,” Nick grinned as you crossed towards him, “it works.”

"I love it, thank you," you sat in his lap, your hands gliding over the deep red and gold embroidered silk robe.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N," he said softly as he cupped your face, pulling you to his lips.

He kissed you tenderly, the sweetest and most romantic kiss he'd probably ever given you. "Merry Christmas," you whispered.

🎄🎄🎄🎄

Day 12: Jake Jensen (The Losers)

#wiypt25daysofchrismas #nick gant #nick gant x reader #reader insert #chris evans characters

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jamneuromain · 7 months

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Join the Mile High Club

Nick Gant x You

Warning: Mile High Club (writer's choice); p in v sex, dirty talk, breeding kink but only a little?

Summary: Trying to be quiet while Nick pounds into you.

A/N: My ninth entry to the bingo challenge hosted by @the-slumberparty. And uhhhh... my filthy brain and my filthy dream. Blame them. (Finally managed for a 400-word drabble instead of a one-shot...)

"Don't- Don't." You rasp under his frantic touch, "These stay on."

Stilling his hand which was about to tear the collar of your dress open, you unbuttoned his jeans with a single yank - his belt would hold it up anyway.

Nick shoves you into turning the other direction, facing the mirror. He remembered to place his arm around your hips so that the firm edge of the sink wouldn't dig into your pelvic bone.

"Smell so good, baby." He buries his nose into the back of your hairline, inhaling deeply, gathering a tiny whiff of your shampoo that lingered.

His hard cock pressed against your panties. He flips the hem of your dress and seeks your clothed slit with a few harsh rubs.

You let out a sound between a whimper and a whine, pushing your hips backwards for what your dripping pussy has been craving, "Nicky, please."

He doesn't bother pulling your panties down, merely crooking a finger to slide it sideways, and fumbles with his zipper to bury himself in your wet heat in a single thrust.

"Fuck-" You take a sharp breath. The small, confined lavatory adds to the humidity and secrecy of this endorphin rush. As soft thuds on the carpet outside of the lavatory door approach, you place his hand on top of your mouth to silence your moan.

Probably the stewardess, but who cares at this point.

You can feel his cock in your tight walls. Snapping into you with full force.

Hard. Fast. Wild.

"Gonna fill your pussy with my cum, baby." He whispers by your ear, his hot breath hitting your earlobe makes your shudder, "Stuff it so full that others will think you're pregnant."

His thick head reaches your cervix, hitting the right spot that will make you see stars.

Squealing. Whimpering. Biting your lips with his hand over your mouth. Your throat dry like the Sahara Desert. Clutching his arm as he thrusts into you. Out of breath. Blurred with tears.

"I'm close." He babbles, finding your clit and pinching it between his fingers, "Cum with me, baby. Cum with me."

A muffled shout. Collapsing into his arms. Panting.

His cock pumping cum into your pussy. He grunts into your neck. Heavy breaths seeping into your skin with his uneven exhale.

You come back to reality after a few seconds. He crouches down on his knees, having some difficulties lowering himself but eventually managed, cleaning your sensitive parts with tissues.

He tosses the used tissues aside and rearrange your panties back in place. Spinning you around slowly, kissing you soft and gentle. Kissing you with a hint of unresolved hunger.

"Welcome to the Mile High club, baby." He grins into the kiss, whispering while pecking the corner of your lips.

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 1 year

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Transportation 20 with Gant

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Flashes of scenery buzzed by as the car opened up on the interstate, finally taking them out of the city.

Nick was stiff behind the wheel, now and then his eyes darting to the rearview. You knew it was partially paranoia they were being followed out of the city they were currently running away from.

You opted to not think about being on the run again, Cassie warning them that Division was once again on the hunt for them. Relief of getting out of the city where it would be easier to trap any of you flowed through you, allowing the open breeze from the cracked window cool your face and the sun dapples coming through the glass warm you till you felt lazy, content in this old beater Nick was able to hot wire.

Cassie must have had the same idea to relax because you glanced over your shoulder to see her stretched on the backseat, her pale face tucked on her arm while the softest breaths escaped her parted lips. "Cassie, you awake?" You inquired but received no answer from her.

"She's out." You turned back to Nick, who finally sank back into the driver's seat, loosening up while they went with the flow of cars going to their own destinations.

"She earned it, with all that scrying she's been doing for us the past few days." He ran a hand through his scruffy hair, making it fluff up all the much more. A sure sign of how worried he's been.

"It was time we got out. Although I am going to miss that apartment." You said wistfully, for once your little ragtag team was able to hide out in a furnished place, the owners you found out were gone a majority of the year. Rich bastards used this as a vacation spot. Luckily for you all that meant the utilities were just kept on, for any of their weekend getaways. It was a few weeks of luxury you all enjoyed.

Sparingly, none of you wanted to draw attention to yourselves.

"It was a nice place, damn that bedroom." Nick smirked as his foot hit the gas, making you bite your own bottom lip in a grin at the thought. You both thoroughly enjoyed that masterbedroom, it was rare that you all could hide out in a place that had two bedrooms, typically it was given to Cassie, giving her some sense of being a teenage girl.

You slid over closer to Nick, glancing over your shoulder to make sure Cassie was still out. Your hand fell to his jean-clad thigh, squeezing and dragging down to rest your hand in against the inner part of his leg. "Getting to ride you in that tub." Your tone dropped almost to a whisper as your lips brushed against his neck, his eyes never leaving the road but you could see the quickened pace in his pulse, the red arousal creeping up the back of his neck. "All warm, wet, and soapy Nicky... I can't remember when you made me cum so hard."

Your hand squeezed now, almost his cock and he shifted in his seat with a grunt, eyes darting to look in the rearview to make sure their backseat passenger wasn't waking up. "Baby, you know I wasn't gonna let an opportunity like that pass, you were so fucking hot in the tub. Had to get my hands on you."

You laughed listening to him, pressing your lips against his neck in a flush of nips and kisses till you reached his earlobe. You knew he wouldn't be able to hold out longer without touching you at least, his hands flexing on the wheel as he continued maneuvering on the road. "Hands, mouth, cock. Glad we found out those rooms were soundproof cause I was so loud." Nick smirked again, proud of himself in those moments you were crying out his name and begging for more.

Your hand found where you wanted to be, brushing against the crotch of his pants, you felt him shift again, this time pushing into your hand and giving a slight groan. "Fuck." He muttered, now his sweet blue eyes flashing at you before falling to the road again. You loved driving him insane in the few moments of peace you two were allowed. "Loved hearing you scream my name Baby." His own hand fell to your lap, firmly sliding between your thighs and cupping your pussy through your own pants. Firm brushes of his fingers against the seam of the pants making you tingle.

A creak and moan from the back seat sprang you two apart, your hand resting back in your lap and his own back to the wheel. The tension between you two was there, but this just wasn't the time for going any further sadly. A hefty yawn had you glancing over your shoulder to see Cassie pushing up to a sit. "How much longer?"

"Mmh, another couple hours, then we will find a motel to crash in." His hand reached for you again, instead of touching you intimately, he took your hand, wrapping his fingers in yours and pulling your hand into his lap, just holding your hand. You leaned into him, your head going to his shoulder to enjoy this whole other kind of intimacy with Nick.

"Double beds?" Cassie inquired and Nick looked up in the rearview mirror.

"Nah, I think we got enough funds to get two rooms, right Y/N?"

"Enjoy it while we got it." Your hand gave a squeeze of affection to his, which Nick lifted to kiss your knuckles, silently agreeing with your statement.

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rogerswifesblog-updates · 1 year

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Together Or Not At All

Life as a roommate can be tricky, especially when you are living with Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm, Jake Jensen and Nick Gant. You opted to be a therapist, but things didn’t turn out exactly as planned…

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Nick Gant x Reader, Jake Jensen x Reader, Johnny Storm x Reader

1.First meeting

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Pretty Little Secrets, Part 2

Summary: Nick is struggling, and Scott is getting to you

Pairings: Nick Gant X Reader, Scott Huffman X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, sexual content, fingering, teasing, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.4K

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You walk back into your bedroom, trying to ignore what’s sitting on your bed, and walk over to the closet, sifting through the many dresses in there.

“Cherry?” Nick begins, but just like the package, you ignore him, too. “Cherry?”

Thinking about anything but the prospect of being a politicians wife. While some girls were excited to get out of the Hive, you were terrified. They had lived outside of these walls, but this was all that you had known.

“Cherry?” Nick asks again, this time, coming up behind you. His hands circling around your waist before he starts kissing on your shoulders. “Sweetheart, you ignoring me or what’s on your bed?”

His hand dips lower, sliding past your short hemline. His fingers digging into your skin, stalling before he nibbles on your heated neck.

“Nick, we shouldn’t.”

“We already have. You’re scared of the Vice President’s cock, it only seems fair that I stretch you out a bit,” you whimper out his name again, and his hand winds up your leg, playfully going under you dress, before barely touching over you cotton covered mound.

“Tell me to stop,” you shake your head no, before he palms you. You turn your head to look back at him, and he starts to pepper kisses on your lips, “You gonna let me properly feel you?”

“Yes,” you whisper. Achingly slow his hands move to the elastic of your panties before, dipping back in. Gasping when his hands finally touch your velvety and slicked up lips. Arching your back, you push your ass further into his body.

His fingers rub gently over your bundle of nerves, and you can’t help but to whisper his name again. Crying out when his finger teases around your entrance. “Have you given anybody this pussy?”

“No,” you pant up at him.

He gives you a hard kiss before letting a finger slide into you. Your breathing stutters, and his free hand grips tighter to your pliable body. “Easy, I’ve got cha,” he looks over to your bedroom door before back to you. Circling his finger around, before pulling out. Your body reacts by moving with him. Your pussy trying to capture him again, ready to suck him back into your quivering cunt.

“You like it?”

“Mhmm,” moaning desperately before his finger is sucked back in. This time starting to create a steady pace, and grunting on your skin, when you hear embarrassing squelching noises. “Nick, don’t.”

“No, no, it’s beautiful sounding. You’re getting all hot and bothered from my finger. You want me to add another? Scott and Frank will never know.”

“Okay,” he looks back at the door, watching while he puts a second finger near your entrance. When he doesn’t move fast enough, you grind down on his fingers, yelping at the extra stretch. Your head going back to rest on his shoulder, as your body rocks over him.

“There ya go. Got you moving like a pro, look at you,” his free hand twists your face to look into to full length mirror while you fuck his fingers. Watching your hips push and pull those beefy extremities out.

“You see, this pussy is so restless and needy, she’s gonna do anything to get off. Watch you. Does it feel good?” answering by nodding your head, and you push down harder. A whimper rising up your throat with just how Nick’s fingers feel.

Closing your eyes tightly while you envision how it would feel for Nick to have you properly. Echoing a constant cadence of his name. His hand pressing up against you, stimulating your clit, while you’ve got visions of what life with Nick would be like. Even when he gives you a sweet kisses, somehow, just knowing he reserves that only for you.

“What are you two doing?” Nick’s hands move out of your panties quickly, while you can only stand there, staring at these stupid dresses, when all you want is to feel him again.

“She needed help picking out a dress for her meeting with Scott,” Frank walks closer to the both of you, giving a hard look to Nick, before pressing his hand up against your forehead.

“Picking out a dress make you this hot?” his eyes glare at you, and you refuse to look at him. “Nick, go wash your hands before meeting Mr. Huffman at the door,” he gives him a nod before trotting off to do as he’s told.

Reaching around you, Frank grabs a dress. He places a hand on your shoulder before guiding you over to the bed. “We’ve talked about this.”

“But Frank…”

“You were told, that Scott didn’t want Nick around you. Hell, I have even told you, that you and Nick are getting too close. Cherry, I can’t protect you if you go against your contract.”

Your eyes are icy and distant, still unable to look at him. Bringing your fingers to your wrist, you start to give it a scratch, but even that, Frank stops.

“If you need to get off that bad, there are things Scott can do,” you snort out a fake laughter, reaching behind you for the gift. “Nick is off limits.”

“What about you?”

“That causes us to lose money. And everyone here knows who you’re crushing on, and it’s not me. That puts you and Nick at risk, is that what you want?”

With a look up at him, you sigh, shaking your head, “Need I remind you, this is the future Vice President. He’s as powerful as he is rich.”

“Yeah, and Clover got the President.”

“I figured that what’s got you all irritable. Andy said you were too much work, also, that you were younger than what he was looking for. Andy, for lack of a better word, is a man that needs to be taken care of. Needs to get out of his head, but you would require work and training, and he doesn’t want to put forth the effort. Scott does. Open your gift.”

You take extra time to slowly open up the well wrapped gift, but as soon as you open it, your cheeks heat up in embarrassment before you slam it shut. “What is this?” you ask, glaring at Frank.

“Something he asked you to wear.”

“This is lingerie. He…he hasn’t paid for my…”

Frank reaches into your lap, and pulls out the outfit, shrugging a bit, “It’s quite modest. He can ask you to wear anything. What he can’t do is ask to have sex with you. Most likely, he wants to see what you look like outside of your clothes.”

Grabbing up the modest lingerie set, you toss it to the ground, wishing that you could make this all go away. “Should I tell him what you and Nick were doing when I walked in.”

“We weren’t doing anything.”

“I guess that’s why his fingers were glistening in your pussy juice. Just remember, we’re the ones that keep you protected. You will do as Scott says. This isn’t a discussion. Now put on the fucking outfit, and stand there looking pretty.”

He stands to walk out of your bedroom, turning back to give you one last look over, “You’re mean.”

“I’m not your friend. Get dressed, you and Nick will be dealt with later,” he walks out slamming the door, and you sit there for a moment, a look at the clock reminds you that there’s ten minutes until the meeting with Scott, and you dread it. Not wanting to be here anymore, but definitely not ready to leave with him.

Begrudgingly you pick up the garment, and start to put it on. With a look at yourself in the mirror, you don’t hate it, you just feel so exposed. Walking over to your closet, you grab up a robe. Wrapping it around you, while you wait for him. Doing anything to pass the time by, but when that door opens, you stand quickly.

“Mr. Huffman.”

“While I do like the way that sounds coming out of your mouth, please call me Scott,” his eyes rake down your body, taking in what you’re wearing, and how he can’t see his present. “Was it the right size?”

“Yes.”

“Should I not be able to see what it looks like on you?”

Taking a deep breath, you cast your eyes to the floor. Humiliated at how exposed the outfit makes you feel, “It’s quite revealing.”

“As was the point,” he walks closer to you, lifting his hand to untie the robe slowly. The silk ties slip out of his hands as his eyes look you up and down lingering on your body, and never giving your face another glance, “You’re beautiful.”

“Mr. Huffman,” he clears his throat, and you hiccup out, “No one has ever…please, can you look at me?”

“No one has ever seen you in this amount of undress?” you shake your head no, wanting to cover yourself back up, but you’ve been told, his needs get met first. He drops the robe, “Cover yourself up then.”

Quickly you fasten it, and he sits at the table, holding a hand out for you to join him. “You understand I have no problem with your inexperience, correct?”

“I’m well aware, yes.”

“This will be something you share with only me. I know that I seem intense, but that is my job. I want to get down to business. So you will be mine.”

“The final decision is left up to the girls, sir.”

“Not with the amount of money I’m willing to spend. Your virginity just now paid for, but I will wait. I’d like for you to want it,” you start to speak but he holds up a hand and you halt immediately.

“I’m on a bit of a tight schedule, I’d like for you to join me on the campaign trail, that way we’re not spending too much time apart. We can have a big wedding, or a more intimate one, if you would prefer.”

“Can I be honest with you, Scott?” his blue eyes finally look up at you, and you feel nothing towards him. Your mind still drifting to Nick in here earlier. “I’m not really feeling a connection with you.”

“You’re not pushing me away,” his voice low, and nearly a growl, Scott’s fists clench tightly, and you want to push away from the table, “What are you afraid of?”

“You mean other than you?”

“Me? I’m just a politician that’s willing to take you away from this place. Living in a home with mostly women, and a few men that train you in how to be a good wife, pleasing to her husband. You’re lucky you’re over here. The ones on the other side are nothing but common whores. I’m willing to treat you like a princess.”

“Andy’s Clover was other there,” Scott gives you an almost evil smirk. Relaxing his hand, he taps his fingers on the wood.

“What do you know about Andy’s Clover?”

“I’m honestly jealous of her. Rescued from the streets, and given a life to continue her job, but this time with high paying men, including your President. He wasn’t the first politician to seek her out. Although he was the idiot who decided to make her his wife.”

“You and I, we could get along. I want you to have a choice,” with just a slight face change from you, your eyes turning up in glee, he realizes what you need, constant praise. The need to be told you’re doing a good job. The desire to be special.

“I looked at every girl in this Hive and none are as beautiful as you. They’re common, lackluster. You shine brighter than any of them I could give you a good life, where more than just me would worship you. Would desire pictures of your beauty. Won’t you let me give you that?”

“How much for my virginity?”

“I’ve never made a purchase quite that large, and I have a beautiful home in a good neighborhood.”

You preen at the thought of your rarity, and how someone didn’t hesitate to pay up the money. “I’m scared of what’s outside these walls. I’m scared that I will not measure up to what you want.”

“If you can behave and do as I say, you’ll be perfect. You’d look beautiful on my arm. Waving and smiling at everyone.”

You pull at the robe, opening it, and push it off your shoulders, sitting up straight, you trace the swells of your chest.

“What do good girls do, Mr. Huffman?”

He pushes his chair back and rubs along his thigh, beckoning you to sit in his lap, and you do. Scott’s hands move slowly over your skin, tracing every hill and valley, smiling when your body reacts to his motions. Your nipples pebble up, and even you let out a beautiful whimper.

“Good girls do as their told.”

“And what are you telling me to do?”

“I’m telling you, that you will take what I give you, and become my wife,” you swallow, moving your eyes over his face. His thumb goes to move back and forth over your hardened bud, leaning forward to kiss on your neck.

Ghosting his lips over your sensitive column, before stopping just as quickly. Sitting up to gaze at your blackened and lust filled eyes. “Scott…”

“Not tonight,” giving your body a little nudge, he walks you over to your bed, “Tonight, you sleep. But are you willing to let me give you everything you desire?” he kisses down the expanse of your body, a straight line down, before moving to your thighs. Needy and wanting so much more, your legs spread, and he stares at the darkened spot on your panties. Moving up your thigh, he gives a long stripe up your dampened panties, and you yip at the feeling.

His eyes look up at you, asking again, “Do you want me to give you everything you desire?”

He peppers sweet kisses over your covered mound, and your hands, move to card through his hair. “Cherry?”

“Whatever you want,” his nose moves over your slit, before hooking his fingers on the innocent lingerie. Pulling them down, and off of you.

Just when you think that he’s going to give you more, he stuffs the panties in his pocket. Turning to leave, he gives you a smile, “Goodnight Cherry Blossom, until next time.”

Frustrated you flop over, burying your face into the pillow, you let out a scream. Not even realizing that Nick is the one standing at your door, and staring at your naked ass. Frank places a hand on his shoulder pulling him back, “It’s time to quit playing your games with her.”

“They’re not games with her.”

“She’s agreed to a marriage. He won’t be taking her innocence here. He’s requested to have her bought and paid for soon, and she’ll be out of our hair. Stay away. That property belongs to Scott Huffman.”

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mrsarnasdelicious · 3 years

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Daily Sweetheart Drabble - Sunday

Prompt From This List

Medieval AU - To unite Person A and Person B’s houses

Nick Gant

The Pusher gazes at you, his breath caught in his throat. "W-wow..." He whispers. Your mother nudges you forward. "Introduce yourself." Your grandmother hisses. You flush. "He-hello." You stammer. "Hi .. I am Nick." The Pusher says. He extends his hand to you. "I'm... Y/N." You take his hand and shake it. You find your heart racing in your throat. He is just so breathtakingly gorgeous. And his eyes are such a deep blue. You're sinking down in them already.

"It's nice to meet you." Nick murmurs. 'Li-likewise." You stammer.

You try not to be too shallow, but you thank the gods your soon to be husband is handsome as well as gentle. You van only hope he is also sweet. You and him are to be the union of the most prominent Stitch family to the most influential Pusher family.

Your granny grabs your mother by her arm. "We'll leave them alone." She croaks. Your mother looks reluctant, but obliges.

Nick's eyes search yours and he smiles an insecure smile. You wonder why a man like him acts so shy. You smile back at him. "S-so ... erm.. Should we.." Nick mumbles, but does not finish his sentence. "I .. I suppose." You reply. He takes you by the hand and you walk off together. To do what, you are not sure yet.

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 4 years

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Boring - Drabble

Nick Gant x Fem!Reader

You and Cassie were sitting in the back of the taxi. You happened to be in between them. You were attacked once by bleeders and a watcher. Someone a bit better than Cassie since she’s only a teenager.

You were a pusher. You never used it to get into Nick or Cassie’s heads. Never in your life. Unless you want to be right in a stupid argument.

You watched as Nick tried to hover the gun he got from the fight. The gun began to hover under his hand. You knew Nick since he was little. Saw him in the Division when you were his age.

You hadn’t liked him because he left you at the Division. You were able to escape and find him in the streets once.

Pleading and asking you to live with you. You simply shook your head and walked away. He came running back for help. Cassie said she saw you in one of her visions and they needed you once you were found in one of the pictures.

So here you were. In a car with “friends”.

“How long have you not used them, Nick?” You asked.

Nick was distracted after that, stumbling to catch the gun in his hand and he sighed. “Boring,” Cassie muttered. Nick glared at her.

He turned his gaze to you and your brows raise for a response.

“I had use it before. Just... not like this,” He said. You nod once, “You’ll get the hang of it.” Nick grins at you as he held the gun in hand. Cassie sighed, “It was boring, though. He’s not gonna get better.”

“Hey,” You said, looking at her, “I’m sure you’re not any better but you’ll get there if you practice. Maybe work on your drawings a little bit more.”

“Her drawings are a bit boring,” Nick mutters. Cassie leans forward, “Yeah, you think I like drawing dead people?” She asked. You rolled your eyes. “Guys, we’re not starting this. We’re gonna die if we don’t stop this arguing.”

The two go silent and you sigh heavily.

“I’m not a babysitter.”

~~~

Sorry this one sucked but I’m trying to work on a full one, I’m just at a small writer’s block.

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fightmewiatch · 5 years

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Pairing: Nick (Push) x Reader

Prompts: “ Give me a chance. ”, “ We cant keep this up forever. ” & “ I never meant to hurt you. ”

“...why is the only thing in the fridge ever chicken?” you sighed, shoving the door shut and turning around. Nick lifted his head, glancing at you from across the room, and grunted, flopping back against his pillow.

“Because I keep getting my ass handed to me when I try to win some money.”

“Most people earn money, Nick,” you chuckled, crossing to stand beside the bed, hands on your hips as you peer down at him.

“Yeah, I know, but...that’s so much work.” You scoffed as he batted his lashes at you.

“Oh, that’s work, but it’s completely wonderful getting kicked in the face every time you make a wager you don’t have the funds to back up?” you teased him, reaching out to pat his chest. As you turned and started for the door, he scrambled up, catching your arm.

“Where are you going?” he asked, brow furrowed.

“Well, we can’t keep this up forever. I’m going to get food.”

“...but, how? You aren’t working right now, either,” he pointed out, but you shrugged, smoothing a hand over his wrinkled sweater.

“Give me a chance. Let’s see what I can do.” With a soft smile, you leaned up, pecking a kiss to his stubbled cheek, before you grabbed your bag and disappeared out the door.

Nick lingered for a moment, debating, before he swore and hurried out of after you, barely remembering to stop and lock the door behind him. You were pretty far ahead of him, he knew you thought he’d stayed behind, so he lingered as far back as he could without losing sight, following you through the crowded streets and into the marketplace. He wasn’t stalking you, per se, but he was curious as to what you were going to do to bring something back that wasn’t chicken.

The smile on your lips was always so gentle, so soft, despite how rushed people were, often slamming into you as you walked. But Nick had never seen you lose your patience, waving if they apologized and ignoring it if they didn’t, continuing on your path like a woman on a mission. Your shoulders were firm, back straight, marching through crowds without a care for anyone who happened to knock into you. It was endearing, and something - he wasn’t gonna lie about it - that made him flush with all sorts of emotions, arousal being one of the more prominent ones.

After losing you for a couple of turns, he found you, standing at a stall selling grains and vegetables. You were talking, laughing, maintaining eye contact with the vendor, before leaving with a bag of supplies and heading a little further down to look at a seafood vendor. He watched you study the display, talking quickly to the man behind the cooler, before selecting some of the shrimp, as far as he could see.

But he noticed, when you met his eye, and accepted the food without handing him funds. He noticed no money exchange hands, but the man smiled and waved and let you walk away as though you had. Frowning, Nick shifted closer, following you to one last stop, moving in close enough to hear you as the vendor told you cost of the beef you were looking at. You nodded in agreement, smiling up at the man, as he grabbed it, wrapped it, and looked at you expectantly.

“You pay, then get meat.”

“I already paid you,” you laughed softly, eyes meeting his. “Remember? Right before you packaged the meat.” The man blinked, before laughing, and nodding, too.

“Yes, yes! Of course! Busy day! Enjoy!”

“What the fuck?” Nick asked, startling you as you slipped the beef into your bag. You spun sharply, wide-eyed.

“Nick.”

“What the fuck?”

“Nick, wait.” He shook his head, the anger clear on his face, but you bolted after him as he stormed out of the marketplace.

You were at the corner of the street before you caught up with him, curling your fingers around his elbow. He twisted sharply, grabbing you and backing you into an empty alleyway, scowling down at you as you swallowed hard.

“You are a goddamn Pusher? Are you fucking serious?”

“Nick, I’m sorry.”

“Were you ever going to tell me? Or did you tell me and then change my memories? How many of my memories did you change, huh?” he ranted, as you shook your head and held up your hand.

“Nick, stop!” you begged him, placing your hand on his chest and shaking your head. “I’ve never done it to you! Never!”

“How can I believe you?!” You shoved the bag of food into his chest, whimpering softly as you struggled to find something to stop him from practically vibrating with anger.

“Because I know how shitty that is to do to someone, and I would never do it to someone I care about, certainly not about anything important!” He narrowed his eyes, but you held up your hand to stop him from talking. “I didn’t know how to tell you, because I know how you feel about Pushers, and I was afraid if you knew, then you’d never want to see me again. But I never used it on you. And I use it on others, but not for something life-altering.” He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face.

“How do I know that?”

“Remember me telling you about my mother?” Nick frowned, but shrugged, nodding his head, recalling late night conversations that you made as short as possible (that, now, in the back of his mind, he was wondering if you had planted, that had never actually happened). At the time, he thought it was because you were still in pain over her, but with you mentioning her, now, he knew it was more than that. “She was rare. She was a type of Pusher, but she didn’t implant memories, she cleaned them.”

“...what?”

“There are so few like her that Division didn’t know they existed until they took her. She could clean a memory that a regular Pusher created, and no one could plant a memory in her. She did it a lot, when she knew that knowing the truth was better than knowing a lie,” you explained, sighing. “She saw the damage those lies caused, regardless of the reason behind them. She wanted me to be like her, but I can’t clean, I can only create, alter. But after seeing how broken up she got about all the people she tried to help, I couldn’t justify doing those things to people.”

Nick studied you as you thumped back against the wall, covering your face with your hands as you sighed.

“I never meant to hurt you, Nick. I never meant to keep that from you.” There was a broken, but resigned, sound in your voice, one that made his chest ache as he moved to lean against the wall beside you.

“...you’ve never used it on me?” You started to shake your head, before sighing, making him frown.

“Just once. When I...made you think that you broke the chair.” Nick was quiet, before a low laugh fell from his lips, quickly growing into a loud cackle as he tossed his head back. You bit your lip, peering up at him, watching him sigh and push from the wall, lips curled into a grin.

“Come on. I’m starving. I’ll make you a deal.”

“Anything,” you answered quickly, pushing off the wall.

“I’ll cook. But you tell me more about your mom.”

Your eyes lowered to his outstretched hand as you considered his offer. He wasn’t as angry as he’d been a couple of moments before, not that you would have blamed him if he were, but he was offering you the chance to get back to normal with him, as much as possible now that he knew.

It wasn’t even a debate, as you rested your hand in his, and let him lead you back towards the building.

“Just one thing,” he added, leading you through the crowd.

“Anything,” you repeated, desperate to have him happy again.

“...stop using it on street vendors. People are trying to make a living. You wanna use it to get things, use it on the jackasses that I owe money to - make them think they owe me.” You slowly grinned, squeezing his hand.

“I think that’s a great idea.”

#nick gant x reader #nick gant #push #my fic

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