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Peter Quill x Reader

Jealous FWB

Description: Peter and Yn have a friends with benefits type deal. Yn is always secretly jealous of Peters other girls he brings around but she deals with it. Though one day to Peter’s surprise Yn actually has herself a boy of her own. Peter doesn’t like that at all and feels rather territorial.

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Warnings ♡ suggestive content, swearing

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Peter and I have been friends with benefits for a long time. Our agreement started after Gamora died and came back a totally different person: someone who didn’t love Peter anymore. I was going through a bad breakup at the time too so we agreed to be each others rebound until we were back on our feet.

Our agreement started with cuddling and kissing. I have this thing where I don’t have sex unless I’m in love, but after so long of having this innocent friends with benefits with Peter I felt I’ve known him so long and I trusted him enough to add it in. So that’s what we were, basically a couple without the label. Neither of us thought about it or what it meant which made it a-lot easier. It was really a go with the flow type of thing.

That’s what I like to tell myself that is. Since we’re just friends we have the freedom to do whatever we want with whoever we want. Peter definitely takes that freedom to use. He’s always been the smooth player type who could bed a decent amount of women. He’s outgoing and shoots his shot, sometimes he gets denied others he doesn’t but it never bothers him either way he just goes with the flow. I on the other hand am not nearly outgoing as he is and I also don’t find any interest in having sex with a bunch of random men. Not that I’ll tell Peter that. Part of me wants him to wonder what do I. That desire is what worries me the most. “Hey,” Peter came in from the hall and left a kiss on my cheek. “I’m gonna be with a chick from knowhere tonight I already told the rest of the gang, is it cool if I use the living room?” He nonchalantly questioned as he grabbed a few chips from the open bag on the coffee table and popping them into his mouth, then plopping down onto the couch.

The thought of him with another girl never used to bother me until we started having sex. It’s my own fault really, it’s because sex isn’t something loose for me, I don’t just do it with anyone. It’s always only been someone special, someone I loved, or someone I knew and trusted for a long time. The realization that I’d given my body to someone and that person taking it, then going around and doing a bunch of other girls right after made my stomach sink. Feels kind of gross. In a degrading way (again my own fault), and also in a… jealous way.

“Hey, did you hear me?” He questioned from his spot on the couch his feet now kicked up on the coffee table.

I quickly snapped out of my jealous trance and nodded my head. “Yeah sorry, I was thinking about the stuff I gotta do today” I lied giving him an innocent smile. “That’s cool with me, just let me know when she leaves I wanna watch my show” This was my way of finding out what him and that wh- girl where really going to do.

He gave a cocky chuckle. “Oh you’ll be waiting a long time then,” he smirked with a tilted head giving me a look that said ‘we’re gonna be doing bad things’. “We’ll probably take it into my room though…” he paused his sentence for a moment in thought. “I mean I can text you when I take her into my room so you can come out if you want…” he said a little more awkwardly now. We both knew that him texting me that was basically him texting me that he was currently boning another girl.

I felt a growing pit of pure rage building up inside of me. I wanted nothing more than for this girl to never show up. No scratch that, for her to show up and for me to punch her in the face. How humiliating is that, the guy I hook up with is going out and banging another girl under the same roof I sleep, he kisses my cheek when the other girls leave, he cuddles me and watches movies, tells me jokes, takes care of me when I’m sick, then fucks another girl. “Ahhh that’s okay, I don’t feel like waiting around all night for a text” I replied through a slightly passive aggressive tone.

He definitely caught that and was a little taken aback by it. His mouth opened for a second then shut again canceling out whatever comment he was about to make. “Okay,” he pursed his lips together and looked around for a second before standing up and walking out of the room.

“Well that was awkward” Rocket noted from the corner of the room where he sat messing with a box of wires.

My face reddened at the realization he’d been there the whole time. “Uhm,” I was at a loss for words because truthfully neither Peter or I ever told anyone about our relationship status. We just kinda snuck around, so I have no idea what’s going on in Rockets head right now. “I-“

“I don’t get why he thinks it’s not weird for us to have to evacuate certain rooms of the ship because some girls coming over and he wants to do gross things with her,” he continued on after noticing I wasn’t really ever gonna get out with a full sentence.

His comment made me feel pretty good. “Yeah! Thank you!” I agreed feeling very understood. Nobody cares what stupid girl you’re with Peter. “Like keep it to yourself dude!” I complained feeling myself get a little too hyper about the situation.

Rocket tilted his head at my energy toward this almost as if he was piecing together my secrete rage jealousy toward the situation. “Yeah…” he trailed looking at me in deep thought before snapping out of it. “Well, that’s Quill” he shrugged then started sifting the wires again.

I decided to go and get ready for our arrival on knowhere. We were originally stopping for fuel but now it’s that and Quills booty call. Like he didn’t already have someone to do that for him on the ship. I thought to myself as I dug through my closet for a cute shirt. Am I not good enough? That he has me as a choice but proceeds to go out and bring someone else in like I’m not even here? I picked out a tight white crop top that fit my body perfectly. It was one of my favorite shirts that I always pair with a cute skirt. Maybe she’s better than me in bed. I grimaced while yanking my shirt over my head. I shook those thoughts out of my mind as they were only getting me riled up. I stood and inspected myself in the mirror to take in my very Earthy style. A tight white crop top, white and light blue plaid skirt with grey Nike Air Force 1 high tops. I spun to look at myself from the back when I heard a knock on the door. Not that the knock mattered any because Peter had already been opening it as he was knocking.

“Hey, oooohh,” he grinned while eyeing my outfit from the door. “I like” he sauntered over and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind me as we looked into the mirror.

I can’t show any hint of negative emotion because I don’t want Peter connecting it to the this dumb girl. So I do my best to fester up a happy little smile. “Thanks” I put my hands over his as he leaned in and kissed my neck a few times softly.

“You guys are all going to go up to Xardecks to hangout and drink, it should be fun” he informed placing his head in the nape of my neck while swaying us. “Just as long as Rocket and Drax behave” he snickers at the thought of those two ever behaving while drinking.

Ordinarily this would be really fun to me but right now I can’t help but to be a pessimist because the thought of him ditching us for a girl is firing me up. The worst part is that he’s sitting here talking to me like it’s no big deal. Which is what I agreed to… I hate that. “Yeah that’s true, we’ll see” I gave a fake laugh before pulling myself from his grip. “How far are we?” I asked while grabbing my phone from my dresser.

He placed his hands in his pockets. “We’re here actually.” He smiled warmly thinking that this would’ve made me excited. Nope, just a sick feeling in my stomach.

I nodded trying my best to not show the pure disinterest in this conversation. “Cool, is everyone ready to go then?” I asked glancing to the door then back at Peter.

He nodded his head. “Yep, ready to get absolutely plastered,” he joked and stepped closer to me taking my hand into his and leading me to the door frame. “I wish I could be there to witness drunk YN, she’s my favorite” he smirked then pulled me into him and held my hand to his chest while rubbing it with his thumb. His eyes darted around my face taking in my features with a small smile before slowly going in and placing a soft and slow kiss on my lips. “Have fun tonight, don’t do anything I would do” he grinned before letting go of my hand and stepping out of the room.

I followed him out into the hall. “Wouldn’t dream of it” I teased earning a silly look from Peter.

We all piled out of the ship and headed into town in a jardec. What the rest of the galaxy calls their version of Uber. A very fancy space car, and or little pod controlled by a bot. Once we got there Peter parted from us, and the rest of us went into Xardecks, a pretty awesome bar/ club we always went to whenever we’d visited Knowhere.

We walked into the building and set for the bars through the sea of drunken aliens. The crowd was a mix of pretty much everything, all types of people and aliens all mingling together which was basically what Knowhere itself consisted of. Drax lead the way as he was always our little body guard who’d shove through anyone to get a spot at the bar. I’d always been too shy to 1 even get a spot at the bar and 2 be seen by the bartender to order a drink. Drax always had both fronts covered. Sometimes Groot was a little mischievous like right now seeing as he’s extending a branch behind the bartenders back to steal an entire three bottles of some random liquor. He turned to us with a wide smile of excitement to which we all cheered him on, except Nebula who’d seemed pretty annoyed to be in the bar at all.

We took the secret bottles and made our way over to the booths and quickly staked our claim at an empty one, placing down our items and the drinks on the table. These boothes were curved booths with only one side and a table in front of it. We always picked the booths at the back of the building because they were next to the weird fights that they had going on with little alien creatures. The guys loved to place bets and instigate other peoples losses. “Okay, who’s taking a shot with me?” I asked while unscrewing the lid of the bottle and taking a sniff. Immediately I’d cringed at the strong scent of the alcohol which made Rocket and Drax laugh historically.

“Let us handle that sweetheart.” Rocket insisted with a cocky attitude as he swiped the bottle from me and took a few chugs. “Whooh. That’s good” he took a scan of his surroundings before patting Drax on the shoulder. “What are the odds that that guy in the blue punches that dude in the yellow?” He pointed out two men who’d seemingly been placing bets on the creatures.

“If that man punches that man I will buy you five shots!” Drax offered full of excitement at the possibility of violence.

Rocket perked up at the comment before grabbing the second bottle of the three and sliding it over to Drax. “Hell yeah, and if not Vice versa. Take this buddy we’re gonna have some fun” Rocket led Drax off over into the chaos of chanting men. Groot stayed for a minute but not without longing looks for his best friend, eventually he’d apologetically left to go and find them leaving me, Nebula, and Mantis at the booth.

We’d all been sharing the last bottle of liquor passing it around in a little circle. “I wish Peter was here, I feel like we’d be having more fun” Mantis sighed as she sat in the booth watching all the people around us dancing, drinking, or doing something crazy. Her comment made me kind of sad because she was completely right. Whenever we went out with Peter he’d always made sure every single one of us was having fun, there was no sitting down, we were all dancing, drinking, and having fun.

Nebula just silently nodded in agreement while her finger traced the table in boredom. “Yeah, me too,” I admitted somewhat sadly. “Enough of that though, let’s get drunk!” I exclaimed trying to hype everyone up. I plucked the bottle from the table and took a big chug. “Common Mantis your turn lets go!!” I chanted pushing the bottle to her. She smiled widely at my energy and took a big chug but not without a cringe after at the strength of the liquor.

“Common Nebula!!” Mantis joined in the changing which definitely made me feel pretty good. We’d both been chanting on Nebula while she took like four chugs being a little show off. “Yeah nebula!!!!” She yelled out waving her hands in the air.

It’s safe to say us girls were definitely feeling it now. We’d definitely started to get a lot more chaotic and a lot more loud. We’d gotten to about a quarter left of the bottle and we’d been sharing funny embarrassing memories of the boys that have happened over the years. “Oh my gosh I have one!!” Mantis slurred grabbing me and Nebula’s arm. “This one time, we were on Earth and it was during one of the Earth celebrations, E-uh- eister?”

I laughed hysterically at her mistake. The liquor definitely made everything ten times more funny. “It’s Easter” I corrected still giggling.

“Easter!! It was Easter and there were soooo many plastic eggs with candy, Drax picked one up thinking it was a real birds egg but he ended up dropping it to find the candy inside. He picked up a few more eggs off the ground and kept opening them to find more candy, he started FREAKING out saying that the birds on this planet gave birth to candy,” she laughed the entire time while trying to explain the story which made even Nebula laugh a little.

“He’s such an idiot” Nebula smiled enjoying the story. She was drunk as a skunk, her head swaying as she listened to us talk. She was smiling a lot more now than on a sober day. Drunk Nebula is so fun.

I went to go and tell another story when I’d noticed Mantis’s eyes shifted somewhere behind me. “Hey ladies,” a few voices spoke from behind me. I turned around and was met with two guys, one of them was jaw droppingly attractive. “I couldn’t help but notice your bottle was getting pretty low,” hot guys friend motioned toward the bottle.

“We’d love to get you a new one if you’d offer us a seat? There’s so many people here, all the booths are taken” hot guy offered with a polite smile, making sure to make eye contact with each of us girls.

I quickly turned my head to the two knowing full and well Nebula would be the only one to disagree. Though to my surprise she’d just happily shrugged. “Eh why not, but make it two bottles of whatever this is” she slid over the bottle to the boys. The blonde (hot guys friend) picked up the bottle to inspect its label. “Ahh, okay sure, two bottles for a seat, we’ve got ourselves a deal,” he smiled before they both went off to the bar to retrieve the liquor.

As soon as they left I whipped my head around to the girls with a wide grin. “That brown haired guy was SO HOT,” I leaned in excitedly.

Mantis was thriving in my good mood and nodded along with me. “He was very handsome! You should make him your boooyyfriend” she dragged out the last word teasingly with a playful smile.

The thought of that made my heart flutter just a little bit. She’s gonna make me delulu talking like that. “He wasn’t terrible” nebula chimed in.

“So, what I’m hearing is that I should flirt with him?” I asked the group and received all yes’s. I slapped a hand over my mouth feeling the adrenaline kick in. “Guys! I can’t, I don’t know what to say!” I whined as if it weren’t my own idea. I turned to see where they were and luckily I did because they were approaching with three bottles in their hands. I looked back at the girls with a finger to my lips signaling them to be quiet about my little crush.

“We decided on three, that way we can all share,” hot guy informed as Mantis scooted over to the left side next to Nebula and I followed her movement to give the boys some space. Hot guy started to get into the booth before his friend paused his motion.

“Oh wait, my buddy says he thinks he knows you, come here real quick I’m gonna show you a picture of him” the friend waved me over out of the booth. I scooted my way out and over to him to glance at the phone at some random guy.

With a furrowed brow I shook my head. “No, I don’t know him. Must be thinking of someone else”

He nodded in acceptance. “Ah, I figured, no harm in seeing though right?” He smiled warmly and I nodded my head back with a yeah.

When we’d turned to get back in the booth he was quick to get in first and get a spot next to Mantis. That sly dog. I grinned at the realization, hot guy slid in next leaving the last spot open for me.

“So girls, who’s gonna take the first drink?” Hot guy asked while him and his friend opened the lids to two of the bottles.

“Why don’t you-“ Mantis began but got stuck on his name. “What is your name?! We don’t even know?” She laughed leaning over the table in her drunken state.

“I’m Malcom,” the hot guy introduced giving each of us a hand shake. When his hand touched mine it was warm, and soft. I glanced up and made accidental eye contact which sent butterflies soaring through my stomach.

“Nice to meet you Malcom,” I smiled flirtatiously. Drunk me was a whole different girl. I had some pretty decent confidence and flirting skills, because if anything went wrong my motto is that it was the liquor talking not me.

“Lovis,” the other introduced copying his friends actions of shaking our hands.

The three of us introduced ourselves to the guys back. “Well Malcom, and Lovis I think you’re due for the first drink since you bought them” I playfully poked pushing the bottles to both of them.

They played around like I was crazy for saying that then both took massive chugs. “That’s strong stuff! You girls are crazy!” Lovis let out an exhale after drinking it and passed it over to Mantis with a mischievous smile. “Your turn”

We all watched Mantis with a smile as she took her turn, Lovis cheered her on. The bottle went over to Nebula but she took a sip and kept it which made us laugh. We decided to let her do her thing and crack open another bottle. Lovis went to take a sip before Malcom stopped him.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s Mrs. Yn’s turn” he turned to me with an adorable smile before grabbing the bottle from his friend and handing it over. “Let’s see it!” He encouraged.

I smiled back. “Thank you,” I specifically looked at Malcom to tease the fact that Lovis had stolen my turn which made the boys laugh. I took a little sip and put it down.

“Booo” lovis bellowed out making Nebula and Mantis laugh.

“ahh common, you can do better than that!” Malcom pushed the bottle back over. He wrapped his other arm around the back of the booth where I sat, just inches away from being around my shoulder.

I grabbed the bottle and took a few more chugs earning myself some cheers from the group. We continued on getting to know each other and getting drunk. We laughed quite a lot and we felt honestly comfortable with these guys. I could safely say we were having a lot of fun and they were pretty cool guys. At one point in the night Malcom’s arm finally found its way around my shoulder which boosted my confidence to lean into the side of him.

“Guys! Look who the hell decided to show up!” Rocket yelled through a slur making the group turn to look at him. Peter stood there his arm around the girl, he was whispering something into her ear before he finally looked over at the group. When his eyes landed on Malcom’s arm around me he seemed to have zoned out from the conversation for a bit.

“Peter!!!!” Mantis exclaimed “That’s my brother” she explained to Lovis happily.

He played off his emotions with a laugh but he seemed pretty stiff. “Hey guys! The parties here!” He joked taking a sip of his drink. “Who’s this?” He nonchalantly asked Mantis, specifically not me.

“Oh this is Lovis, and Malcom!” She introduced showing Peter who was who with a wide smile. She was just happy to have the people she liked meet.

I couldn’t help myself from continuously looking over at that girl who’d been standing pretty clueless just sipping on her drink. I hate her. “Nice to meet you man,” Malcom reached out to Peter over me slightly.

Peter looked at his hand hesitantly before accepting the shake. “Yeah, for sure” he weirdly responded. He seemed pretty off, his posture was different and the way he was talking just didn’t seem like him.

“Well common everyone sit down!” Mantis insisted while scooting arm to arm with Nebula which she scowled at. Everyone scooted down as much as we could to fit the rest of the group which meant we were all arm to arm, Peter’s girl was going to go in next to me but Peter went in first then grabbed her hand and pulled her into the booth.

He slid all the way down until we were arm to arm and once he was comfortable turned to finally acknowledge my existence. “Oh, hey” he spoke like he didn’t know I was here the whole time.

“Hey,” I kept it short with him because he’s really starting to piss me off. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, maybe I’m being dramatic but whatever.

He didn’t even seem to notice because he just kept on going. He looked over at the two empty bottles us girls had finished before and then the opened one that sat in front of me from last rotation. “Someone’s drunk,” he commented trying to start up a conversation. He nudged me with his shoulder playfully.

I nodded my head giving a small smile, “Yeah, the boys got it for us,” I turned to give Malcom a smile which he returned.

“Speaking of, let’s get that rotation going again huh?” He held the bottle up for me and I drank from it.

He went to go and drink for himself but I grabbed it. “No! I’ll hold it,” I playfully teased him. I placed one hand on his chest as the other held the bottle to his mouth. I watched as he took a few chugs and once he’d finished I’d cheered, and like a chain reaction the rest of the group did. All but Peter. Lovis grabbed the bottle to continue, while I grabbed Malcom’s face holding it for a minute before wiping the spilled liquor from his chin that I’d spilt. “I’m sorry,” I laughed still holding his face.

He glanced down at my lips for a moment and smiled. “Wowww,” he played back. “Spilling all over me,”

I softly pushed his chest with my hand. “You spilled on me too”

He glanced down to my shirt that actually was a little wet from when he’s fed me the drink. “Aww I’m sorry,” he tilted his head with a cute apologetic smile. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

As I was trying to think of a smooth line to snap back with I felt Peter’s body shift closer to mine, now instead of arm to arm we were pretty much just pressed up against each other side to side. I whipped my head to look and see what was going on and he gave me a shrug. “Was making more room,” he said over the music. Before I could turn back around he’d leaned into my ear. “What are we drinking?” He asked me like he couldn’t just ask the other million people at the table.

“I don’t know Groot stole the first ones and then the boys brought us more,” I explained back, he leaned in to me to hear what I was saying. Part of me felt like he really didn’t need to do that because I could hear Lovis who was further than Peter was from me.

He nodded his head. “So what did you guys do while I was gone?” He watched as Malcom had leaned toward Lovis in conversation and his arm slip off of me.

“We just drank and hung out,” I didn’t know what else to say because that’s really all we did.

He looked at me like I did something wrong, and smiled. “That’s it?! What’s my one rule of going out?” He asked but as he was talking managed to slip his arm up on the top of the booth right by my shoulders like Malcom did earlier.

I turned to look and see if Malcom had any reaction to that but he was still deep in conversation with the other side of the table. When I turned and looked back at Peter his expression was sort of pissed off. Maybe it was because I’d looked for Malcom’s reassurance instead of answering his question? He used the hand that was right above my shoulder to reach it down and grab my shoulder giving it a playful shake. “You gotta dance,” he finished his own sentence for me. Funny enough he decided to leave his hand there. He examined my face for a minute and seemed a little panicked that I hadn’t responded like I normally would’ve. “Plus, I know Xardecks like the back of my hand, you don’t wanna drink this, here come on I’m gonna get you something real to drink”

I huffed turning and see Malcom was still in conversation with the rest of the group. Part of me didn’t want to go with Peter because I find it really annoying he’s acting like this now that I finally have a guy. Of course when it’s him with a girl he can do whatever he wants and I just let it happen. I guess I can use this time to talk to him about it, maybe even consider Malcom as a real thing too. I nodded my head that I was going to go and he turned to talk to the girl and tell the rest of this side to let us out.

We got out of the booth and he glanced around behind him, once he did that he quickly placed his hand on the small of my back before I could turn and see too and led me toward the bar. Once it started to get more crowded he went behind me putting his hands on my hips and led me into a spot at the bar. While we were waiting for the bartenders attention he’d leaned against the counter and gave me a smile. He pulled me in closer to him but covered that up with him trying to tell me something. “You having fun tonight?” He asked into my ear over the now much louder music and talking.

I nodded my head and turned to take in the chaos around me. I felt his thumbs start to rub circles on my hips which made my heart flutter until I remembered why I even came over here with him. “Actually, can we talk outside?” I asked him trying to be as sober as possible for this conversation.

His body stiffened at the question and he didn’t say anything for a little bit. He perked up and held his hand to his ear. “Oh hold on wait, listen to the song!” He did his best at distracting me. “It’s the one we always play on the ship no way! Now you have to dance with me,” he lowered his head giving the expression like I just had to do this.

“Peter…” I sighed which he completely ignored and pulled me out to the dance floor anyways.

He put his hands on my hips swaying the both of us while looking at me. His eyes went from my eyes to my lips then back up again. He put his hand on the small of my back and pulled me chest to chest with him in a romantic way, before talking into my ear over the music again. “You look so pretty tonight baby,” he flirted but the way he was talking was so genuine and loving.

He leaned back and held my chin in his hand and rubbed softly. “Peter, I can’t” I pushed his hands off me and took a step back. His eyes widened and he seemed both shocked and scared all at the same time.

He was quick to follow my movement and step closer to me again. He pulled me back in but this time kissed me with hunger. I pulled back from him again and his face dropped. “You don’t even know that guy,” he seemed rather offended and started answering his own assumptions.

Though his comment actually pissed me off because he made me sound like some slut who goes with anyone. “That’s not the point, and you don’t know the girl you’re with either. Kind of like it is with all the girls you fuck,” I spat finally letting all my anger out.

He looked around angrily with a sigh before back at me. “Don’t change the subject, ever since this guy came around things are different with us,” he pushed back with a furrowed brow. The jealously was dripping off of him.

“What are you talking about?! We’ve literally only been around each other for a few hours,” I snapped back growing more annoyed.

“You’re different with him, I don’t act like that with the girls I go with, it’s never that personal, or- or romantic. You were sitting there with your hand on his chest, talking to each other like he’s your fucking boyfriend,” he really started to let loose now and I could tell this was all from his heart because he was just piling out everything he felt, some of the stuff didn’t even connect with the point he was making before.

I rolled my eyes at this and turned away from him but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back again and held me there for a minute before letting go when I yanked away. “I don’t care what you do with those other girls, I don’t care what you do, who you do, it’s none of my business, you live your life and do your thing and I’ll do mine,” I somewhat broke it off with that one sentence hoping he’d get the gist. The flooding of angry and jealous emotions really took over all rational parts of me and now I’m just acting on emotion and alcohol.

“What?” His mouth propped open then turned into a frown. “No,” he seemed to have been saying this more to himself than to me, like he couldn’t believe it. “You don’t want that,” he pleaded with his eyes. “Tell me, is that actually what you want?” His breathing started to get heavy and his eyes searched mine. He knew the answer he was aching for.

“I’m sorry I don’t do this, I never should’ve. I don’t hook up, I don’t do friends with benefits, I thought that it would save me from feeling my last breakup but now I’m just as sad about this. It’s not who I am I don’t do this, okay?” I felt myself started to get worked up and I knew if I didn’t get out of the building now then everyone in there would see me cry. I shoved myself through the crowd as fast as I could before Peter could pull me back into him again. I wandered off into the night street and blessed the lord when I saw an empty jardec pod. I rushed and climbed inside of it looking around for the button to type in where I’m heading.

“Yn, wait” Peter yelled out from the doors of the building. I started typing fast knowing he’d be making his way over. I can’t handle talking to him right now, it’s not going to go anywhere and I just want to be alone. Right as he was a few steps away from the pod I’d sent my location and it started to drive away.

I put it in to send me to the ship which was about fifteen minutes away. I sat in a sad silence looking out the window at the city around me. I saw a flashing light from my phone when I picked it up to see three missed calls from Peter and one from Mantis. With a huff I tucked my phone back into my pocket and sat out the rest of my ride. One I made it I trudged into the dark and quiet ship, all the way to my bedroom. I plugged my phone in seeing that I’d now had five missed calls from Peter. I figured I’d just talk to him in the morning when I was sober. I was sure I would at least be a decent person and tell him I was home safe. I sent him a quick text.

| Talk to you tomorrow, I’m in the ship right now. Tired. Goodnight, have fun

After literally seconds he’d already responded before I could leave the chat.

| please don’t fall asleep I’m almost there, I need to talk to you

As I was reading I heard another ding

| I’m serious, please

My heart started racing. He’s coming here, he’s almost here. I have no idea what I’m gonna say but I really don’t want to deal with any sadnesses tonight. I paced around my room until finally I’d heard some noise on the ship. My eyes widened and I stood there just listening as his foot steps got closer. The door knob twisted and in came Peter slowly and cautiously. He kept his eyes on mine the entire time as he walked up to me. His eyes seemed irritated and red like he’d been crying or something of the sort. “Can I just say that I never ever wanted to hurt you.” He seemed sad, and he spoke so delicately to me like I was a wounded little bird. “I don’t want you to go,” he admitted full of emotion.

I felt my heart drop at that comment. Peter’s been through a lot, especially after what happened with Gamora. He’s got some trauma and I can see now that even smaller things like this effect him a lot. Tears swelled up in his eyes which he did his best to choke back by clearing his throat and looking away from me. “Peter, I’m not gonna go,” I softly comforted, I reached my hands up and turned his face to me. I rubbed the sides of his cheek while looking into his eyes.

“Not like that yn,” his eyes glanced down at my lips and stayed there. “At first I was doing all that to get over gamora, then I started to realize what we had was real, and I got scared. So I started doing it to get over you,” he glanced back up at my eyes now trying to see my reaction to his confession. So all this time, all those girls, was him trying to get over me? “I just assumed you didn’t feel the same and I know it’s stupid to not have talked to you, but- I don’t know.”

He put his hands over the backs of my hands until I dropped mine while I was taking in what he said. He took that opportunity to rub my cheek instead. His hand trailed down to my chin, until his thumb traced over my lips. “I fell in love with you,” he whispered.

I stood there silent and shell shocked. He. what? “I planned so many different ways to tell you and I never wanted it to be like this but, I couldn’t stand seeing you with someone else. And I know that’s not fair, I know that’s what we agreed on, but I don’t want that,” he rambled on getting a little nervous. “I don’t want anyone else to touch you, I don’t want anyone else to be with you, to even so much as think about you, I want you to myself,” he admitted and trailed his hand back to my jaw.

For a while I was mesmerized. I looked into his pretty teary eyes, his handsome nose all the way down to his perfect plump lips. I said nothing, all I did was nod my head and it was enough for him to know what I meant and what I wanted. At that he immediately leaned in and kissed me. This one was hungry, and full of passion, one hand on my jaw and the other wrapped in my hair on the back of my head softly. I had one hand on the side of his face and the other on his chest as we shared that kiss for a little while. Once we’d backed away we’d both caught our breathe. “I fell for you too Peter, a long time ago,” It felt so good to finally admit it, and the look on his face right now made it so much better. “I want you all to myself, ALL to myself,” I reiterated the last part dramatically with a smile making him chuckle and place his forhead on mine.

“I couldn’t agree more baby,” he couldn’t stop smiling and truthfully neither could I. He was finally mine. A love that was there all along and I never knew.

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#Peter quill #peter quill x reader #peter quill x yn #peter quill jealous #jealous #gotg #gotg fanfiction #peter quill fanfic #starlord #starlord x reader #starlord fanfic #romance

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periracha · 4 months

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Waiting

☾ pairing: Dad!Chan x Mom!Reader ☾ wc: 2k ☾ genre: fluff, boring domesticity (gasp) ☾ cw: Christmas themes, kids, suggestive jokes, me trying to be funny idk, language, chan being chan ☾ summary: the bangs get in the holiday spirit! ☾ a/n: wanted to get a whole aesthetic and masterlist up for this blog before i posted anything but this little idea had my brain in a chokehold all day so,,,,enjoy ! also, let me know if I should continue writing this family so i can give them names, etc. yes this piece is fluff but this blog is 18+, MDNI

Ripples start to splash against the inside of your mug as you set it down on the coffee table that has been pushed aside for the evening to allow enough room for you and your husband.

“Clearing the living room floor the second both kids are down and out?” Chan asks with a wiggle of his eyebrow.

“Bit risky but I can work with this” he says while straining his neck and pulling his left arm across his chest in a stretch in preparation.

You look up at him when a scoff falls from your lips, “ha yeah you wish. Now get the wrapping paper from the closet”

“Please” you add with a sarcastic smile and sweet like honey tone.

He blinked at you silently for a split second before he huffed out a big sigh, “Oh thank god. I don’t think my back could handle these hardwood floors like it used to” he finishes as he makes his way to the hallway closet.

“Mmm unfortunately the only action these floors have been getting lately is spilled juice and probably some dusty cheetos the kids kicked under the couch” you joke as Chan meets you on the floor with wrapping supplies and gifts.

A quiet laugh in agreement leaves his lips.

“She’s gonna love this” Chan says with a grin so wide it meets his eyes.

He’s holding up a Bluey plushie that plays a few catchphrases from the show when its paw is squeezed.

“She better…. I’m running out of reasons why she can’t buy it every time we go to the store” you say as you cut wrapping paper big enough to wrap the doll and hand it to him.

Your daughter had wanted this little plushie for months now, always asking to stop by the toy section whenever you visit your local department store. You quickly learned that simply telling her the store didn’t have anymore wasn’t gonna fly with her. She always found a way to swindle you into the toy aisles, finding the plushie every time. Distracting her with books or other small toys could only get you so far; luckily Christmas was only a few days away and you both would soon see the joy on her face when she opened her gift.

“How do you even wrap these things??” Chan huffed out with a bewildered look on his face; his brows drawn tight and his eyes wide open. The piece of wrapping paper you had given him was creased all over, and covered in way too many pieces of tape that didn’t actually do anything to keep the paper together.

A giggle started in your chest but you choked it down with a fake cough. Chan was used to being good at almost anything he put his mind to.

Dancing? Easy.

Singing? No Problem.

Writing thousands of unique songs that differed in their own ways? Piece of cake.

Sports? Absolutely.

Wrapping a small gift for his three year old daughter? Not so much.

Carefully, you took the small doll from his hand and replaced it with a box of bath toys for your son.

“Here, let me handle this…and you wrap these” you said nonchalantly as soon as you made the switch; immediately working on your new task at hand.

Chan gawked at you with a goofy smile on his face, “You don’t think I can do it?...you’re demoting me to only wrapping boxes?” he laughed while feigning offense.

“No no no!”, you waved off, “you’re just soooo good! Better than me! The best actually!” you rushed out while trying to contain your laughter but ultimately failing.

Chan looked at you with pointed eyes, but had a wide smile plastered on his face the entire time. He looked like he was going to say something in retaliation but decided against it, letting out a small chuckle and shaking his head instead while he got to work on the box.

Many presents later you were both feeling the ache deep in your lower back from hunching over on the floor.

“Okay that's enough for me, I’m tapping out,” Chan said stretching his back with a yawn.

You yawned and simply shook your head up and down in agreement, thinking about how you were too tired to even keep your eyes open.

You got up and gathered all your wrapping supplies to store away.

“Oh! Can you take all those and put them under the tree?” you asked him while pointing to the group of gifts.

He hummed a quick mhm and started gathering them in his arms.

“Make sure to put Bluey on top of the one of the taller presents so they can’t get to it” you called out as you made your way to your room.

“Yep, got it” Chan quickly responded before placing all the presents down and making his way to follow you to your bedroom.

The next day went blissfully as usual; waking up way too early to cries before the sun is even fully out, only to finally get your son back down and you barely back in bed before your daughter barges in demanding French toast stat.

Did you even have all the ingredients for french toast?

You already got one kid handled, Chan could handle this one.

You lightly kicked him in the leg as he laid beside you to wake him up before you made yourself comfortable to fall back asleep.

When you did wake up, you grabbed your son and met your husband and daughter in the living room, setting him down to crawl around the rug.

“Good morning love”, Chan greeted you with a kiss to your cheek and sliding his arms around your waist in a loose hug.

You hummed a good morning back before resting your head against his chest.

“My turn! My turn!” your daughter yelled entirely too close to your eardrum as she stood on the couch in an attempt to be as eye level as she could with you.

“Coffee?” Chan asked with a smirk as he let you go and made his way to the kitchen.

“Ohhh yeah” you answered before turning your attention fully on your daughter.

She puckered her lips and stood on her tiptoes in an attempt to copy her dad’s previous actions. You bent down and she kissed your cheek, “Good morning, mommy!”, she giggled before flopping down on the couch.

“Oh it is a good morning!” you smiled back to her before tickling her to get some hugs in.

Chan met you back in the living room with your fresh cup of coffee as you both sat on the couch, watching your children play together in the early morning hours.

Your son crawled towards the christmas tree and before you could get up to grab him he had already bumped into a few presents, causing one of them to go off.

“Hello! Hehehe”

The noise immediately caught your daughter's attention and her head snapped towards the tree before her eyes widened. You could see the wheels starting to turn in her head to try and make sense of what just happened when you looked over at Chan who was sporting a mortified look. Jaw hung open and downward, eyes widening and moving around the room at everyone’s faces.

The damn Bluey doll had gone off and one of her most wanted presents was most likely spoiled now.

“WHAT WAS THAT?” she rushed out, walking closer to the tree.

“Your brother!” Chan blurted out way too quickly before tightening his lip into a flat line, realizing what he just did.

Your daughter stopped dead in her tracks and looked at the both of you.

“What???” she asked again, her eyes darting between yours and Chan’s a few times.

“He can talk??, “ she screamed, bewildered at the new information being thrown at her all too quickly, pointing at him and eyes wide as saucers.

You let out a huff of air and forced yourself to take a sip of your coffee, hoping to buy you some time, waiting for your brain to kick on. It was too early for this.

Chan looked at you waiting for you to come in and save the conversation but you had nothing. How were you supposed to convince a 3 year old that her 8 month old brother could now speak when he’s never done that before.

You’re on your own here. You thought to yourself as your eyes met Chan’s again. His face still stuck in the same shocked expression.

“Uhh…yeah..yeah…?” Chan tried to get out nonchalantly but it ended up coming out more like a question and high pitched tone, before clearing his throat.

Your son had now crawled toward your daughter and started grabbing at her legs to get her attention.

You needed a moment to think but your daughter would absolutely follow you wherever you went to…. Unless…?

You coughed into your arm dramatically, “ooooh mommy needs medicine, I will be right back” you said before quickly standing up and making your way to the hallway cabinets before she could stop you.

Even the possibility of being around cough medicine, seeing it with her own eyes, was enough to keep your daughter from following you. She was not about to risk having to take that, yucky grape stuff, as she likes to call it.

Chan followed after you, staying in the open area to keep an eye on the two kids.

“So our 8 month old is saying full words now is he?” you asked, raising your eyebrows when he got closer to you.

“I panicked okay!”, he screamed in a hushed tone.

“So you blame it on the baby?!” you asked in disbelief, a laugh starting in the bottom of your throat. You tightened your lips in an effort to stop the smile you knew was coming.

“What else was I supposed to say it came from?” Chan asked with a strained laugh, “you were no help!” he accused, pointing his finger and narrowing his gaze.

“I don’t know Chan! The TV? Your phone?” you huffed out off the top of your head and throwing your hands in the air.

“Hm. yeah that would’ve been good”, he said staring at the floor, realizing just how easy those would’ve been to explain away to a child.

He stepped back from you to get a better look at your kids a few steps away. His brow furrowed so you stepped forward to see what he was looking at.

Your daughter was sitting directly across from your son with a serious expression on her face, no more playing going on in sight.

“What..what are you guys doing?” Chan asked loud enough for your kids to hear.

Your daughter looked back at him, “Waiting,” she said matter of factly before refocusing her attention back on her brother.

“Waiting foorrr?” Chan asked, raising his eyebrows as you both took a step toward them.

“Him to talk again” she answered without bothering to even look at Chan this time, her serious gaze never leaving her brother's face. He was babbling and drooling while playing with the legs of her pajama pants.

You both couldn’t contain the laughs that came from your mouths. Today was going to be a long day.

You couldn’t wipe the smile from your face as you thought about your family’s antics. Never a boring day in the Bang household, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Hey Chan, what did you do with the matching talking Bingo we wrapped last night?”

“Shit”

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Sweet Things

Writing pointless huntlow fluff in preparation for For The Future, indulge me.

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“Wow Willow, you really went all out with the florals!” Luz exclaimed as she opened the door for the plant witch and her impressive selection of dahlias in every possible color.

“Thanks!” Willow said brightly, setting them down to go prepare a vase. “They reminded me of your mom’s tablecloth I found in the hall closet so I thought it would be a fun addition to our special dinner for tonight!”

“It’ll be like an explosion of color!” Luz exclaimed, examining the colorful folded fabric Willow had placed on the counter. “We haven’t gotten to use that tablecloth in awhile, it’s got a huge rip on the side from when I tried to use it as a parachute.”

“Oh, I didn’t even notice,” said Willow, making a mental note to ask about that story later on. “Well, I bet Hunter could fix it.” She finished filling the case with water and called out to the next room. “Hey, hon?”

“Yes?” Came Hunter’s voice, quickly followed by him sticking his head in the doorway.

“Do you think you could fix the tear in the table cloth for me? I wanna make the table look fancy and it matches the flowers I made for the center piece perfectly.”

“Of course!” Hunter said brightly, walking over to take the fabric from the counter. He gathered some sewing supplies from the drawer in the kitchen and set up at the kitchen table as he accessed the work that needed to be done.

“Yay! Thanks so much,” said Willow with a smile, placing the flowers in the vase and admiring the presentation. “I’m gonna go finish up some things outside then I’ll be back to help set the table.”

As Hunter and Willow went to carry on with their tasks, Luz said at the counter wondering if she had misheard Willow. As Hunter focused on his repair work, Luz looked at him with confusion as though an explanation was in order. After a minute, he looked up to find her eye on him and offered her his own look of confusion. “What?”

“Willow just called you ‘hon.’” She stated as though he wasn’t aware.

“Yeah?” he said, not seeing her point. “It’s short for Hunter, like Hun-ter.”

“Are you sure it’s not short for ‘honey?”

“I mean, she calls me that sometimes too,” he said nonchalantly. “But, I guess that’s not technically short for Hunter since it’s the same amount of syllables.”

“Hunter, Willow is not calling you honey because it’s short for Hunter.”

“I know, I just said it’s the same amount-.”

“No dude, I think she means honey likes actual honey.”

Well, maybe? I guess it’s probably because my hair is yellow which is the same color as honey.” Hunter reasoned. “I mean, her palisman is a bee so it makes sense she would know a decent amount about that.”

“Hmmm maybe,” said Luz, not convinced. “But I think it’s because she thinks you’re so sweet just like honey.” She reached out to pinch his cheek and used the baby voice she would speak to King with. “Aww, look at you! Willow’s widdle honey baby boy.”

“Stop that!” he said, turning his face away from her. “It’s probably just because she really likes bees-.”

“Or because she really likes yoooou.” said Luz, not convinced or willing to be wrong about this. “Alot of people call someone honey when they’re, ya know, more than friend.”

The tips of Hunter’s ears turned bright red at the suggestion.

“W-w-well that’s just silly!” He said, not sounding like he believed his own words. “I’ve never heard you and Amity call each other that!”

“No, but she calls me her batata which means sweet potato,” said Luz.

“Do... all terms of endearment have to be food related?”

“I mean, I guess not?” said Luz. “But honey is a pretty common one.”

“What are... other common ones?” Said Hunter clearing his throat, trying to seem like he was focused on his sewing and internally hyperventilating about how oblivious he possibly was.

“Whyyyy?” Asked Luz with a smirk that seemed to read his mind.

“No reason, just curious,” he lied, as there very much was a reason.

“I dunno like ‘sweetie’ I guess?” Luz racked her mind for a list of examples.

Hunter squeaked. Luz looked over and saw he had stabbed himself with a needle, as though something about what she said had distracted him.

She gave a little gasp. “Does she call you sweetie?” Luz asked, raising her eyebrow.

“Sometimes?”

“Hunter!”

“She calls me a lot of things!” He said, sucking on the tip of the finger he has stabbed. “I mean, okay, she calls me flower names-.”

“What? Like what?!”

“She calls me daffodil, sometimes...” Hunter said quietly, the redness from his ears spreading to the rest of his face. “And like, sunflower I guess. But it’s not-.”

“Well you can’t deny that Willow loves flowers,” teased Luz with a smirk. ”Awww, are you her little flower?”

“Wellmaybeiamandyourejustjealous.” Hunter mumbled quickly and almost too quietly.

“What was that?” Luz joyfully inquired.

“Maybe I am and you’re just jealous,” repeated Hunter, not looking at her as he tried to focus on threading his needle. “I mean, you can’t expect me to believe that Willow doesn’t give nicknames to anyone else.”

“There’s a difference between a nickname and a term of endearment.”

That much Hunter did know. He knew what titles commanded respect and which ones were meant to ridicule. The only other nicknames he had received had been negative or ironic, two things Willow was definitely not towards him. He knew the nicknames she gave him came from a place of admiration, but he never dared to dream that it was such a... unique admiration.

“So like, someone would use these terms for someone they... liked?” Hunter asked carefully.

“More than just liked.” Luz said. “Like, liked-liked.”

“Sometimes like which times?” Hunter asked urgently. “Like, is it possible it’s just a coincidence and it’s just purely platonic because Willow just has a vast knowledge of plants that resemble my hair color?”

“I mean, some people use them that way, yeah,” said Luz trying to hide the delight she took in Hunter’s panicked expression. “But I’ve never heard Willow call anyone else ‘honey.’ In fact, I think that’s what her dads call each other. Ya know, her dads who are in looove.”

“So that could be... why.” Hunter said slowly, unable to deny that it made sense. Unable to deny that he was kind of glad that it did.

“Do you have any nicknames for her?” Luz asked, putting her hand under her chin as she took delight in watching Hunter process this new possibility.

“I mean, I call her Captain but that’s more her title than a nickname,” said a Hunter, searching his mind. “Should I have one for her?”

“I mean, if you want to, yeah,” said Luz. “It’s not like a requirement or anything but it could be a cute way to let her know that you like her too.”

“I’m not... very good nicknames,” admitted Hunter and Luz noted happily that he did not deny the implication that he liked Willow. “Most of the ones I've given have had more literal connotations and not in a nice way. And I’ve never really had a reason to use a term of endearment, what are some good ones?”

“My dude, you’ve come to the right place,” assured Luz, pulling out her phone where she kept a list in her notes for just such an occasion.

Hunter sat at the table looking down at his hands as he practiced what he wanted to say in his head. When Willow walked through the door he stood up, holding the folded tablecloth close to his chest as she reentered the kitchen, trying to seem relaxed.

“Oh, uh hi!” He said as though he had not been waiting for her to return. He held the result of his labor out to her. “I finished the tablecloth. Good as new.”

“Oh no, it’s even better!” She smiled, taking it from him to admire the skillful repair. She unfolded it and twirled around the kitchen with it like she had just been given a gown for the ball. “Now it’s got that special Hunter touch, thanks so much buttercup!”

“Of course!” He said, taking the use of the word as a sign to test the waters. “Anytime... babe.”

Willow stopped spinning as her ears perked at the word and she quickly turned her head from admiring the craftsmanship to looking at him in slight disbelief. “What did you say?”

Hunter gulped. Maybe she really just hadn’t heard him?

“I said, uh, anytime babe.” He repeated quicker, leaning against the doorframe hoping it sounded more natural this time as he landed the sentiment with finger guns. He tried not to linger on the word so it wouldn’t seem like her was trying so hard but he did want her to notice so she would notice that he noticed that she-

“Oh, yeah,” Willow cleared her throat. “That’s uh, that’s what I thought you said.” Her voice seemed labored, as though she was trying to adjust her breathing. “Well, uh thanks again... uh Hunter.”

Just Hunter? No marigold? No honey? Not even dandelion? Titan, he had ruined everything! Why had he listened to Luz? Willow hadn’t been calling him those things because she liked him more than a friend! She was just being creative!

“Of course, of course,” he said, now seeing it was his turn to steady his breathing. “Maybe we should uh, start setting up the table? Camila will be back with the take out soon.”

“Yeah, I wonder if we’ll need any sugar.” Willow pondered, still learning when sugar was needed and when salt was meant to be put out.

“Any what?” Hunter asked as though she had not finished her thought.

Willow looked at him with a raised eyebrow before she understood what he thought he had heard her say. “Oh no, I meant actual sugar, like for the table.” Willow clarified, a soft crimson dancing across the bridge of her nose as she realized he had a reason to be confused; she had called him that numerous times.

“Right, right yes of course,” said Hunter, embarrassed trying to look busy as he fetched the plates from the higher cabinet. “But um would you... like if we put sugar on the table? Like, would you say that you... like sugar?”

“Well yeah, I like sweet things,” she said as she gathered the forks and knives. She looked across the table at him, meticulously placing the plates an even distance from each other. Clover flew over and sat atop his head, resting peacefully like Hunter was the sweetest smelling flower she had ever come across. Hunter was so used to this action by now that it did not deter his focus and he subconsciously reached up and scratched her head with his finger and the palisman nuzzled against it affectionately. “You of all people should know that.”

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buckybarnesthehotshot · 2 years

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Just an Act I: Boring (Max Verstappen x Reader)

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summary: max decides to drag his friend into the world of formula 1 in the most unconventional way possible (fake dating au)

word count: 1546 (i don’t have the energy to write more words)

warnings: not proofread

a/n: woah, i actually wrote the idea

January 26, 2022

“You know, people think we’re dating,” Max laughed over their shared lunch, bringing up a topic that had only been recently brought to his attention.

“Right, I saw that,” y/n nodded in agreement, clearing her throat before mocking one of the articles she’d seen about them, “Who’s Max Verstappen’s h/c-haired Mystery Woman? Bro, you literally tagged me in that post, I don’t think there are any other questions that need answering.”

“Yeah, well, my PR team’s heard about the articles,” the Dutchman admitted, letting out an awkward chuckle, “And you know, mate, it’s funny actually because they said it would be better if we were actually dating.”

Now, this caught the woman off-guard. Why would Red Bull’s public relations team prefer it if she and Max were together that way?

“What? Why?” she narrowed her eyes at him, “You’re joking, aren’t you?”

“Not at all, mate,” Max shook his head, recalling the conversation he had with his team about the articles, “They said it would have made me put up less of a reckless bad boy image, and one that’s gonna resonate more with fans or some shit.”

“Who cares? You’re the world champion,” y/n scoffed, rolling her eyes at that.

“Yeah, well, they said that maybe fans would like me more if I had a girlfriend,” Max explained, earning a burst of laughter from the woman.

“They think you’re too boring on your own,” y/n snickered, “Also, I totally understand where the PR team’s coming from. I’m way more interesting than you.”

“I travel the world and drive race cars for a living, you’re fucking delusional,” Max broke out in a small fit of laughter at the pout on the woman’s face.

“Yeah, well, I’m a college graduate who hasn’t decided what she wants to do for a living, I’d say that’s more interesting considering we live in Monaco,” y/n shrugged nonchalantly, “I mean seriously, who wouldn’t want to see somebody like me working different jobs for shits and giggles.”

“Right, what job are you taking up right now?” Max questioned, unsure of what his friend really did for a living nowadays. Last she checked, she worked as a cashier for a grocery store.

“Well, I tried taking up a bartending job, but it’s been so ass,” y/n scoffed at the mention of her jobs, “If I knew I was going to have to turn down drunk men this much, I probably would’ve started to look for a stable job.” "Why don’t you then?”

“I don’t know, I mean, I always had this idea of a year between college and working an actual job just so I could have some free time to do whatever,” y/n explained, a dreamy look in her e/c eyes. Max scoffed, knowing better.

“And how’s that going for you?”

“Terribly. I’m bored all the time,” y/n let out a huff, “I thought it would be more exciting, but I don’t even have enough money to do some traveling like people do for their gap years.’

“You know what would be exciting?”

“Oh no, why do you have that look on your face?” y/n questioned, eyes growing wide at the look on Max’s face, one that clearly meant he was plotting something.

“Well, since the PR team suggested I get a girlfriend—”

“I’m not going to be your girlfriend, maybe ask me to dinner first and I’ll maybe think about it,” y/n deadpanned.

“You didn’t even let me finish,” Max shook his head, “Anyways, I thought that maybe we could just pretend to date. For the fans, and so my team finally lays off my back about you.”

“What? You guys discuss me in your meetings?”

“Not really, but since more people started talking about us, the team started to talk about you more too,” Max explained with a shrug, “So, you gonna do it?”

“Why the hell would I even agree to that?”

"Well, you mentioned traveling. We do a lot of that in Formula 1,” Max started off, “Also, it’s never boring on the track.”

“Yeah, when you’re actually in the car driving,” y/n scoffed, “I could barely see shit from the stands during the Monaco Grand Prix.”

“If you accepted my offer to have you in the garage—”

“Maybe next time.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m asking you,” Max deadpanned, “Besides, what happens on the track’s definitely more exciting than whatever you have going on in Monaco.”

“I can’t just take off, though. I have to pay rent for my place here, and also, did you miss the fact where I said I don’t have money to travel?”

“It’s fine, I’ll pay for everything,” Max insisted with a small shrug. He had a notably large paycheck too, footing y/n’s expenses while they were out on the road wouldn’t have been a problem for the man.

“Yeah, but what’s the point of you paying for my rent if I’m not even going to be at the apartment often with how often the F1 circus travels?”

“Do you even want to go?”

“I want to, but come on, I have some responsibilities, Max.”

“Then you can move your stuff to my place first,” Max shrugged, “You can stay there when we aren’t travelling for the rest of the season.”

"You must be really desperate to have me around,” y/n quipped, biting her lip hesitantly before nodding, “Yeah, okay, alright. I’ll do it.”

“You will?” Max’s eyes widened at her quick response. Part of him definitely believed there was no way y/n would have agreed to his idea.

“Well, yeah. You’re covering everything, I don’t have to worry about shit,” y/n shrugged nonchalantly. It would be a nice change of pace for the woman too, “So, what kind of girlfriend do you want?”

“What?”

“What kind of girlfriend do you want?” y/n repeated, “That way I can act like that or something like some kind of fun improv experiment.”

“Calm down, you can just act like yourself,” Max chuckled at his friend’s eagerness.

“If I acted like myself all the time, people would think I hate you with how much we make fun of each other,” y/n arched a brow at him as Max nodded in understanding. The pair had a habit for getting into random squabbles.

“Okay, then act like yourself but in love with me?” Max suggested, earning a pause of silence from the woman before they both broke out in a fit of laughter, “Okay, that sounds fucking stupid, mate.”

“I know,” y/n let out a small laugh, “I mean, I guess I can probably pretend to put up with you.”

"If anyone’s putting up with anyone here, I’m the one who’s stuck with you,” Max scoffed, refusing to accept y/n implying he was the more annoying one of the pair.

“Yeah, but this was your idea, and I’m the one putting up with it,” y/n shrugged, her simple way of saying she was winning this argument. Max huffed, nodding in acknowledgment as y/n pulled out her phone, “Smile, bitch.”

“What are you taking photos for?” Max questioned, caught off-guard by her phone’s quiet click as she snapped his image.

“So I can post you to my Instagram story like a well-trained girlfriend,” y/n shrugged, typing away on her phone before the image made its way to her story.

“Well, in that case,” Max paused, pulling out his phone and snapping a quick photo of y/n, “Smile, bitch.”

“Wait, no don’t post that, I look like shit right now!” y/n gasped, grabbing at his phone from her side of the table, practically leaning over their food as Max held his phone away from her grasp.

“You’re not stopping me, y/n,” Max teased, holding his phone as far as he could from her and typing up a quick caption and tagging her as he posted the picture to his own story.

A quick chime came from y/n’s phone as she got the notification of Max tagging her on his story. The image was simple, her holding onto her phone and smiling like a dork as she typed away on her screen. She groaned.

“I look like shit in this, Max.”

“Yeah, well, I look even more like shit in this picture you posted,” Max scoffed, holding his phone up to her, a photo on her story of him looking very clearly unprepared to have his picture taken.

“Yeah, but you’re a Formula 1 World Champion, it doesn’t matter,” y/n muttered, “All your fans are going to wonder why you’re even dating me.”

“We aren’t actually dating, though,” Max reminded her as she pouted.

“But still, that’s what the fans are going to think, then they’re going to start questioning why you fell in love with like, a commoner or something,” y/n blew raspberries, “That’s how bad I look in that pic.”

“You look fine,” Max shook his head at her dramatics.

“You’ve got to admit, I look a bit shit.”

“You look fine,” Max stated with such finality that y/n finally accepted her reality and stopped pestering him about the photo he posted. Instead, she smiled and nodded, continuing on with her food.

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daaydreamy · 9 months

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extra-terrestrial

summary: harry’s ship is found and y/n realizes she barely even knows why he’s on earth.

warnings: none.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

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“A UFO has been found in Montana.”

Y/N furrowed her brows and grabbed the TV remote, turning the volume up as she watched the news. She had a cup of instant noodles in her other hand, leaning back against the cushions of the couch, examining the slightly blurry picture that was leaked of the supposed ‘UFO.’ She glanced behind her, where Harry was in the kitchen, singing to himself and trying not to burn himself while pouring hot water out of a kettle into his own cup of noodles.

“Hey, Harry, is that yours?”

She suddenly saw Harry beside the couch and he took a seat, thumb in his mouth (he burned himself), nodding as he put the hot cup of noodles down on the coffee table in front of them.

“It is. It’s alright, though, it was made to be disposable. I have one for going back home.”

“What?” Now Y/N was even more perplexed. The “ship” looked nothing like how humans depicted alien spaceships and it was… something she had never seen before. She started wondering what kind of technology and what kind of physics they had back on Harry’s planet, not hesitating for a second and thinking that their civilization was probably so much more advanced than theirs.

“Yeah.” Harry said nonchalantly, shoving noodles into his mouth. “It’s okay, we intended for your kind to explore the ship I brought in. You know, I engineered quite a lot of it.”

“So… you’re an engineer back on your planet? Why- why are you even here?” Y/N asked, realizing she actually had no idea why Harry, a non-human being, was on Earth.

“To help you.” Harry said simply, looking over at Y/N. “We have… quite a lot to offer, and at some point, we’re going to need help too. Something fatal, I guess, is going to happen here on Earth. So… we’re here to help. Well, except, I’m, er, the only one that was sent.”

Y/N couldn’t form any words to say.

a/n: idk i like aliens

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✧∘ଂ ࿐ ཾ 𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝑬. ✭・.・✫・゜・。.

pairing: ex-bestfriend!steve x fem!reader

word count: 683 words

warnings: explicit language, minor mentions of parental trauma

series masterlist | last part — next part

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❝ 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ❞

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Dear Steve,

Do you remember how we met?

Weirdly enough, I remember the exact moment. Mainly because I was so fucking nervous. (side note: being the new kid in town sucks absolute ass)

But, anyway, I moved in next door to you and our parents hit it off immediately since it turned out that our dads were going to be working with each other.

As they all nonstop talked for a solid fifteen minutes in the front yard and I stood by like the most lonely twelve-year-old fifth wheel ever, you pulled up on your bicycle coming from God knows where.

Our parents were quick to introduce us, and then they made you hang out with me. It was nice finally seeing and interacting with a kid my age, but I also thought that you would hate me since our parents were essentially forcing this “play date” to happen. However, you were actually really nice and I was kind of glad that my parents forced me to meet you.

We went to your backyard and sat by your pool, and I remember that it was insanely hot that day and I really wanted to go swimming but had no idea where my bathing suit was packed among the boxes scattered in our new garage. I could tell that you really wanted to swim too, and although I told you that it would’ve been completely fine if you did it without me, you shrugged like it was no big deal and said that you didn’t want me to feel left out. Which, now looking back on that moment, is probably when I knew that I really wanted us to be friends.

It surprised me how much we had in common and how so much of that commonality came from how insane our parents were. In the moment it felt funny, but now I can’t help but see how sad it was because of how nonchalantly we were talking about our parents being so neglectful to us.

You told me the story about when you were in first grade and your mom forgot to pick you up from school because she booked a spa appointment that went until 5pm, and that’s how you learned how to walk home. And I followed up by talking about the time both my parents missed my dance recital when I was eight because my dad worked late (even though he said he wouldn’t), and my mom somehow showed up so late that she missed the number I danced in.

Now I’m realizing that those fucked up storytimes were probably what cemented our friendship. Because somehow we both found someone that actually fully understood what all of that parental shittiness was like.

The next day I went over to your house again, since mine was still in complete disarray from unpacking, and I brought a bunch of my favorite movies and we watched them in your living room.

It’s funny because I think you hated all of them, or at least most of them, and I remember thinking something along the lines of: “I can never talk to this guy again. How could he hate The Great Gatsby? He’s an idiot!”

Of course, none of that happened, because aside from your horrific judgment of movies (which I hope has changed by now), I already saw you as an important person in my life.

I think we probably spent that entire summer before school started attached at the hip, and when school did finally start it felt okay walking in as the new kid because you were there. Helping me and protecting me from the idiots.

Twelve-year-old me truly never thought that there would be a time when we weren't the greatest of friends with each other. And I know how naive that probably was for me to think.

But, actually, I don't believe it was entirely that naive to think because we were different. You and me, our friendship, was different than just any other one.

And I honestly think that if I didn't mess things up as badly as I did, we would still be in each other's lives right now.

Sincerely,

Y/N

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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hopelessrromantix · 2 years

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The Jackal and The Bird | 1

chapter summary: In which Y/n and Steven have very different interpretations of the same day. Aka: Steven wonders why on Earth an attractive man is talking to him of all people and Y/n doesn't remember his husband being this shy. Or British.

a/n: long chapter! i had work, so no beta akdjdf 4,972 words

(t/w): m/m, cursing

for m/nblm, no fem aligned

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Two Side of the Same Coin

Steven was late yet again, had gotten called both ‘Scotty’ and ‘Stevie’, yet again, and got yelled at by Donna, yet again.

She’d put him on inventory the next day, so he’d be staying far later than he liked. But, for now, he could admire the Egyptian exhibit.

The staff was supposed to meet the curator that morning, but he’d completely missed the meeting. He’d probably have the chance to meet him later, maybe pick his brain with questions about his collection. God he’d love to do that.

Among other weird things that day, he’d apparently gotten asked out by Dylan. Though, according to her, he wanted her to go to a steakhouse. He couldn’t think of why he’d want to go there (nor why he wouldn’t remember asking), but she seemed completely certain.

Dylan was pretty, sure, but he’d never had much of a crush on her. But what was he supposed to do, say no? I mean, he couldn’t say no, could he? Was that an option?

He shook his head, breaking out of his thoughts as he rang up a group of kids on a field trip. They were all excitedly talking about their trip, snatching whatever candy they could get with the money their parents had given them.

Once the last one walked away, his eyes fell on a man across the room. He was handsome, that was certain. He wore a suit, perfectly pressed and clearly expensive. But the thing that truly got Steven’s attention was how the man looked at him.

It was an emotion Steven couldn’t recognize. He hadn’t seen it on anyone before. The way his eyes lit up like he’d seen color for the first time. He tried not to stare at the man too long, but he couldn’t help himself.

He suddenly felt a bit self-conscious about his appearance. He was sure his hair was messy and his eyebags were much more visible than he would like. He didn’t think he was ugly, per say, but he didn’t think of himself as the most good-looking person either.

As far as he was concerned, that title belonged to the man currently walking over to the shop.

The second you approached he had struggled to decide on what to say. He eventually landed on “Um, hello! Can I help you?” He almost slapped himself for how nervous he sounded.

“Steven, hm?” You questioned, your voice sending a shiver down his spine. He liked the way you said his name.

“Yup! That’s me! Just Steven. With a V.” He said awkwardly, cursing himself for accidentally rhyming. You were going to think he was some idiot.

Oddly enough, you only smiled, as if you were amused by his obvious mistakes. It wasn’t really the outcome he’d been expecting. You chuckled lightly, a sound he decided he liked very much.

“I’m Y/n, Steven with a V.” You stuck out a hand and Steven nodded. Glancing down at your hand before remembering he actually had to shake it. Yet again, you only seemed amused by his dumb moves while he was about ready to slam his head into a wall.

He remembered that name, though. Y/n.

It only took him a moment to realize you were the curator. The same one he was dying to talk to. You seemed less intimidating with a charming smile on your face, but Steven was thankful for the lack of pressure.

“You’re the curator, right?” He questioned. “I mean, you watch all this stuff, yeah?” His eyes widened slightly. Though he knew the answer was yes, he couldn’t shake the anticipation of drilling you for everything you knew about the artifacts in the gallery.

“Not just watch, technically,” You said, shrugging. “Just about everything here is part of my collection.”

You said it so nonchalantly. Like you hadn’t just confessed to owning more history than most people would know what to do with. He hadn’t even noticed that he mouth was hanging open until you chuckled again.

“Sorry, your collection?! You mean you’ve got all this to yourself?!” He felt a bit of jealousy spark into his mind, but it faded rather quickly. “You must be bloody loaded-”

His hand snapped over his face. He didn’t mean to say that out loud.

Thankfully, you seemed to find it funny rather than rude.

“That’s certainly one way to put it.”

“I really didn’t mean to say that, I’m so sorry.” You waved him off, reassuring him ever so slightly.

“No worries, Steven.” He nodded. “You seem surprised though. You into Egyptology?”

You couldn’t have asked a better question.

He nodded fervently, “Am I ever! I mean, this whole exhibit is insane! Some of the stuff you’re managed to show off here, it’s bloody amazing!” Your head tilted slightly at him, and he assumed you wanted him to continue.

“You’ve got material about the whole Ennead, and I don’t think I’ve seen so much text about Anubis in a museum before! Even found some about Taweret and Set. Not a combo you see often. I mean, stuff about Set is fairly common, and Taweret is a protector, but I hardly see the two of them together, you know? Not many myths include evil and the protector of children.”

You smiled softly as he spoke, before he suddenly realized that the damn curator of the exhibit probably knows that already.

“Sorry,” He rushed. “You probably know all that. It’s your stuff after all, right?” He tried joking, unsure if it worked.

“Perhaps, but I liked hearing you talk about it.”

His jaw fell open slightly. He knew he had to say something though, so he shook out of his stunned state in a few seconds. “I uh… not many people say that.”

“I wouldn’t mind hearing you talk about it more.” Your words confused him, but also excited him. It wasn’t often people were interested in his busied ramblings. “Maybe you’ll tell me something I don’t know.”

He doubted he could do that, but he’d be willing to try.

“Really?” He questioned. “You don’t have to or anything, not like I could leave here anyway.” He gestured to the giftshop’s counter.

“You could always come over tonight?”

If you didn’t shock him already, that would’ve been the final straw. He didn’t have handsome men asking him over very often, much less ones who wanted to hear about his interests.

Frankly, he had no idea what to say.

“Just dinner and talking,” You reassured. “We could order something nice, hm?”

He found his head nodding without his permission.

He couldn’t say no, right? That might be rude. Plus, he wouldn’t complain about spending his time with someone like you.

You nodded, taking out a card and scribbling down a number. You handed it to him and he took it, completely running on autopilot.

“I’ll find you at the end of your shift. You can pick the restaurant if you like.”

“Yeah, I just, yeah!” He said, blurting out the words that had been completely stuck in his throat. He’d never really gone home with a man he just met. But you said dinner and talking. That’s it. If you tried anything he could always just leave. Not that he’d really complain if you did.

You’d woken up on time, as usual, and gotten ready quickly. You chatted idly with Anubis, catching up on whatever the gods were complaining about now. Though he wasn’t technically part of the main Ennead, as the god of death and a friend of Osiris, the head of the gods complained to him rather often.

You’d driven to the museum in a new car, one you’d picked out just a few days ago. However pretentious it sounded, you just couldn’t stand on buses anymore. Those things were horrible, in your opinion.

You got to the National Gallery an hour early, greeting the few people you saw along the way.

Seeing your collection spread out for the public was somewhat nice. Like you got to share a piece of yourself with everyone.

You’d met with the employees that were there, telling them a bit about yourself and your collection. As per usual, there were plenty of questions, but you answered each of them with ease.

You’d gone to your small office in the back of the staff area, looking over the pile of paperwork you had yet to complete. Thankfully, you had plenty of time to do so, and you planned to do it tomorrow. You could hate your procrastination later, for now, you wanted to see how everyone was doing.

Stepping out of the staff hall, you immediately looked over to the gift shop, wanting to look at whatever trinkets they’d decided to sell.

Nothing about it looked particularly interesting until you looked at the gift-shopist.

In all honesty, you’d almost completely ignored him.

It couldn’t be him, right?

After going missing for months, there’s no way in hell he’s just… working at some London gift shop. It wasn’t far from Layla’s old apartment, sure she’d say something if she’d seen him?

Had he been here the whole time? Trying to live a ‘normal’ life without you?

Granted, you’d never told him you were an avatar, much less a demigod. Maybe he found out and was angry with you? Maybe he wanted to get away from you.

Marc was always one to run. He didn’t say it out loud, but he liked to avoid his problems as long as he could. It usually meant you had to annoy him until he’d tell you he was angry.

But he wouldn’t just run without saying anything… right?

You’d never sensed Marc die. You asked Anubis plenty of times and every time he insisted Marc was still alive.

You weren’t sure when you’d see him next. And now, he’s standing in the middle of a gift shop? This was the last thing you expected.

You cleared your throat, looking away quickly. He was nervously glancing at your figure, trying not to stare for too long. You weren’t certain how long you’d been looking, but you could hear Anubis chuckling next to you.

You shot him a glare as he sat atop a glass case, but tried not to make it obvious. The last thing you needed was people thinking the curator was insane.

You weren’t sure what to do, honestly. You could go up and talk to Marc. Maybe this was some attempt at a secret identity, and if it was, you might blow whatever cover he needed to have.

You sighed, eventually deciding that if this was an identity, you could help him fix it if you ruined anything.

Once the group of school kids had left the gift shop area, you approached, staring at him softly.

You could tell he hadn’t slept. His eyes carried heavy bags and his hair was messier than usual. You had to keep yourself from reaching out and cupping his face. You were suddenly trying to think of ways you could get him off this shift and take him home.

“Um, hello! Can I help you?”

The accent threw you off for a moment. So this really was an identity.

You glanced down at the name tag, “Steven”.

For now, you’d play along. Just until you could get somewhere away from prying eyes. It looked like he was running from something again.

“Steven, hm?” You questioned, leaning on the glass counter. Marc blushed a bit, glancing away from your eyes every few seconds. You had to admit, he was really sticking to his cover.

“Yup! That’s me! Just Steven. With a V.” You chuckled at the nervous persona he was putting on. It was sweet. It felt like it was the first time you met him.

It was a long time ago, maybe longer than you’d like to admit. Back then, Marc had just transferred into your company and you’d been promoted to captain. You’d never admit it, but you were nervous with the new position. Leading troops was a skill of yours, but the new title brought on new pressure.

Marc was tough then. A hardened exterior that took you months to break. That had never changed, really. Though he’d gotten softer over the years, it was only in front of you. He certainly wasn’t the same blushy mess standing in front of you now, but he’d always seemed more nervous with you in the room. You thought it was sweet.

At first, you’d show up just to bug him. It was cute watching a trained killer try not to stumble over his words when talking to you. But pretty soon, you couldn’t justify your constant need to see him with ‘annoying the new kid’.

But now, having him standing in front of you again, it was like you were meeting him all over.

“I’m Y/n, Steven with a V.” You stuck out one hand and he looked down at it for a moment, seeming surprised. A second later, he seemed to realize what you were asking and fervently shook your hand.

“You’re the curator, right? I mean, you watch all this stuff, yeah?” He asked, his eyes lighting up slightly.

“Not just watch, technically. Just about everything in here is part of my collection,” You smirked, watching the way his jaw nearly dropped.

“Sorry, your collection?! You mean you’ve got all this to yourself?! You must be bloody loaded-” He covered his mouth quickly, as if he didn’t mean to say that last part.

You laughed at the gesture. It felt like you were talking to someone new. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Marc had some long-lost British doppelganger.

“That’s certainly one way to put it,” You smiled at the blush that slowly covered his face.

“I really didn’t mean to say that, I’m so sorry,” He said, rushing out the words.

You waved him off, “No worries, Steven.” You smiled at the nervous nod he gave you. “You seemed surprised though. You into Egyptology?” You knew the answer was no. Sure, he worked for Khonshu, but Marc never had much of an interest in Egypt or its mythos.

“Am I ever! I mean, this whole exhibit is insane! Some of the stuff you’ve managed to show off here, it’s bloody amazing!”

You quirked a brow at the response. That… wasn’t what you expected. Usually you’d get a tired sigh and your husband insisting ‘he gets enough Egypt talk from the dead bird’.

You couldn’t help but find yourself transfixed as he spoke. You’d never seen Marc talk like that, nor had you seen him show much love for Egypt.

“Sorry, you probably know all that. It’s your stuff, after all, right?” He joked, chuckling nervously.

You did as well, smiling. “Perhaps, but I liked hearing you talk about it.”

Steven’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. You didn’t think it was that bold a compliment, was it?

“I uh… not many people say that,” He shrugged. Ah, that’s what it was.

“I wouldn’t mind hearing you talk about it more. Maybe you’ll tell me something I don’t know.” You doubted he would, but you’d listen to him say the same sentence over and over if it meant hearing him talk.

“Really? You don’t have to or anything, not like I could leave here anyway,” He gestured to the gift shop’s counter with a sad smile.

“You could always come over tonight?”

He froze yet again, mouth slightly open. When had Marc gotten so easy to fluster? You weren’t complaining, but it was still odd.

“Just dinner and talking,” You reassured. “We could order something nice, hm?”

Marc’s head nodded, though he still wasn’t saying anything.

You nodded anyway, taking out a business card and a pen from your pocket. You quickly scribbled your personal number on the back, handing it to Marc who took it without a word.

“I’ll find you at the end of your shift. You can pick the restaurant if you like.”

“Yeah, I just, yeah!” He finally said, as if his brain had only just caught up. You gave him a swift nod, about to say something else when you heard a woman’s voice behind you.

“Stop flirting with customers Stevie, you’ve got work to do. You’re bloody useless, I swear.”

You recognized the voice as the museum’s manager, Donna. You weren’t a huge fan of hers. Considering that, as a curator you were well above her in ‘rank’, she acted like far too much of a kiss up for your liking.

She had to have complimented your suit at least four times. Eventually you just got tired of it.

“Can’t be chattering about with the first person that looks at you nice. You’re already on inventory tomorrow, don’t make it next week too.”

Marc sighed. “Right Donna. And it’s Steven. Steven.”

You heard an exasperated sigh from behind you before you finally turned around. Whatever Donna was going to say, she just choked on it.

“Oh, Mr. L/n. Didn’t recognize you there. Should’ve, with a suit like that.”

Five times. She complimented it five times.

“Right,” You said, head tilted as you looked at her, your head tilted. “Do you talk to your subordinates like that very often?” You could practically see the wheels turning in her head, trying to reason a way out of your confrontation. You were just happy you got a reason to tell her off.

“Only when they don’t do their jobs, y’know? You must have plenty of those,” She laughed. You didn’t really see the humor.

“Hm,” You hummed, thinking over your next words. “I’d suggest treating your employees with a bit more respect. In my experience, they tend to be more helpful when they actually like you.”

She stuttered a bit, clearly not knowing how to respond.

“I’ll see you later, Steven,” You said, emphasizing his name as you walked off. Donna didn’t stay by the gift shop, moving on almost immediately.

Steven uttered a quiet “cheers”, before you walked out of range.

Steven was practically buzzing when his shift finally ended. It was late afternoon and finally he could put down his name tag and get some food with the nice man who started talking to him.

“Don’t you do it, Steven.”

Steven’s eyebrows furrowed as he turned around, ready to question whoever was whispering to him. Only, no one was there.

The gift shop was devoid of life, save for him. Even his reflection looked unamused.

“Hello?” He questioned aloud, spinning back and forth, looking for anyone who might’ve said that. The only thing even remotely person shaped was the picture of a sarcophagus on the wall.

Giving up on the mystery voice, he headed toward the employee lockers, grabbing the small bag he’d taken with him to work. It didn’t contain much more than his ID and some loose change, but he lugged it around anyway.

“Don’t you dare go with him.”

He turned around quickly, this time with much more force than before. But he was met with an empty locker room. The only items being left over bags and one tour guide's open locker, including her impressive collection of make-up and mirrors. At least she valued her looks?

For a moment, he swore his reflection glared at him, but a closer look revealed a completely intact mirror. He huffed, dragging a calloused hand down his face.

“I need more sleep, swear to god,” He muttered, walking out of the room and ignoring the supposed voices.

Almost a second later, Y/n’s office door swung open, the man stepping into the hallway and sighing. A moment later, he spotted Steven, who was currently rooted to the spot.

Should he say something first? It’s not often he accepted dates with nice men who stood up to his annoying boss.

Was this even a date?! There’s no way a man looking like that would ever go out with him. Maybe Y/n just wanted to get to know his coworkers. But he hadn’t asked anyone else, had he?

“Steven, you alright there?” You asked, tilting your head in concern. Steven shook himself out of his thoughts, dragging himself back into the conversation.

“Fine! Peachy! Right as rain,” he sputtered, mentally kicking himself for speaking like that. Thankfully, you seemed to find it amusing instead of annoying.

“C’mon, we can head out the back. I’ve got my car here. Did you drive?” You asked, walking toward the employee exit. Steven shook his head, looking around the hallway. He wasn’t entirely sure where to focus his eyes, so he decided to trace the walls he’s seen a thousand times by now.

The air outside was much better than the stuffy museum. Despite the AC pumping through it, the building always felt cramped.

You lead Steven to your car, though the older man still didn’t know what to say. He didn’t think the silence was awkward, but he wasn’t sure if he should fill it. We’re you waiting for him to talk? Did you want it to be quiet?

You opened the door for him, allowing him to slide into the passenger seat. He gave a rushed ‘thanks’, not expecting you to hold it open for him.

It was only a second later when you sat down in the driver’s seat that the look on your face completely changed.

The soft smile you wore dropped into something much more severe, and Steven was about to ask what he did wrong before you spoke.

The pile of paperwork on your desk didn’t seem to be getting smaller. No matter how many pages you signed off on or documents you put aside, it seemed just as big as when you started.

You gave a heavy, tired sigh, leaning back in your chair. You looked over to the clock on your wall. Thankfully, it was about time for you to go home. Marc’s shift was also ending soon, and the second you dragged him into your car you could finally figure out what all this was about.

Maybe that’s why your paperwork wasn’t getting done. You couldn’t stop thinking about Marc.

What was he doing at a museum? Hell, what was he doing in England?! Layla’s old apartment was less than a half hour away. Sure, she didn’t live there right now, but he didn’t even check?

Did he even want anything to do with you anymore? You’d always been understanding with his business as an avatar, and it’s not like he could get you hurt anyway. Most weaponry couldn’t pierce your skin, and even if it could you could heal faster than it would take to hurt you. Not that Marc knew that.

Maybe he found out.

Maybe he found out about you and Anubis. Maybe he knew about your father. Most people weren’t a huge fan of evil incarnate. Maybe he thought you were just like your father.

Most gods were confined to their godly form. You on the other hand, had the gift of turning human. It was much… smaller… than your other form, but it was one you’d gotten far too used to.

Despite all the questions about Marc finding out your secrets, there was only one question your really cared about.

Did he even want you anymore?

If you were able to fix everything, to get on your knees and beg for him to accept your apology, would he even love you?

You’d lied to him and he’d disappeared. As much as you wanted to be mad, you were pretty much even now.

But what if he didn’t even want you back?

“Don’t let yourself drift, Y/n.”

Anubis’ voice rang out through your small office, the deep sound bouncing off the walls. It wasn’t a particularly large room, but it was enough for a bit of an echo.

“He’s been hiding from me all this time.”

The god sighed. He sat across from you in one of the chair in front of your desk. It was too small for his body, though he managed to fit.

“You do not know why, nor do you know why he was acting strangely. Do not drift into your thoughts until you know his reasoning, old friend.”

He was right, as usual.

“Do you think he’ll still want to be married?”

You knew the likely answer.

You’d seen the divorce papers. Sure, he hadn’t formally handed them to you, but you’d found them anyway. Did he still want that?

“I do not know. You will have to ask.”

You knew he was right.

You attempted to calm your mind enough for you to gather your things. Marc would surely be heading back from the gift shop any moment.

You left your papers openly on your desk, grabbing the small satchel your brought to work.

Walking past Anubis, you slid out of your door and locked it with your small key. When you turned back around, you spotted Marc, staring at you with a slightly dumbfounded expression.

“Ah, I was just coming to find you! Thought we could head over to my house and order in. Don’t feel much like cooking,” You chuckled to yourself. Steven didn’t seem to process your question and you looked at him in concern. “Steven, you alright there?” You questioned, taking a few steps toward the man.

He shook himself out of his reverie, “Fine! Peachy! Right as rain,” He answered quickly, surprising you. The accent threw you off again. Honestly, it wasn’t half bad.

You smiled at his expression. It was a bit dorky, more like he was trying to figure out what to say. He was more nervous than before you were dating.

“C’mon, we can head out the back. I’ve got my car here. Did you drive?” You smiled softly at him, watching the way his hair bounced when his head shook.

The London air hitting your skin was strangely refreshing. It was cloudly, (when was it not) and the air was definitely more stuffy than most places you visited, but it was nicer than the recycled air of the museum.

You opened the door for 'Steven', who looked rather surprised, giving you a soft ‘thanks’. You weren’t sure why he wasn’t expecting it, you’d done it plenty of times with Marc.

But the second you sat down in the driver's seat, you couldn't resist asking.

The small smile you’d had just a minute ago dropped quickly, the humor fading from your faced. Steven looked surprised, nervously glancing around as if he could find the source of your discomfort.

“Okay, enough of this,” You said. “What’s going on?” It was a bit direct, but you didn’t really feel like beating around the bush.

“What?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed. “You said we’re going to yours, right? Were you joking or something? If you wanna go to mine, it’s a bit of a mess right now, but I could tidy up if you give me a minute.”

You slammed your hands down on the wheel, watching the way Marc jumped. Loud noises still bothered him that much? As far as you knew, he was doing fine with them.

You settled down anyway, resorting to gripping the steering wheel.

Why was he still using that accent?!

“Stop talking like that, Marc. Just talk to me. Don’t mock me right now, okay?” You asked, your voice breaking slightly despite your attempts to keep it sturdy.

“I’m sorry, did I do something?”

He asked you so genuinely that you were confused. He looked sorry. Like actually sorry.

“His mind is fractured.”

The large god sat in the back of your car, staff at an angle and head bent down.

“And your car is far too small,” He huffed, trying to shift into a more comfortable position. You’d laugh or help him usually, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

You didn’t turn or make any indication you heard him, but Anubis knew you were listening.

“I can feel it, the split within his head. You are not speaking to your husband.”

That got you to turn back, trying to ask the god what the hell he meant, but he was gone by the time you did.

You weren’t speaking to Marc.

Surely this was him, right? No one looks that identical, and Marc sure as hell didn’t have a secret British twin.

“Sorry, Steven. You didn’t do anything, I just got in my own head for a moment, don’t mind me much,” You said chuckling, trying to play it off. Steven looked confused, but nodded.

“Don’t worry, couldn’t be as bonkers as me. I sleep all weird, ending up sleep walking myself half across my room,” He chuckled. He seemed to regret saying that after, but didn’t move to correct himself.

“Sleeping walking isn’t that bad, done it myself a few times,” You shrugged, starting up your car.

“Not like me,” He said, half-heartedly. You would’ve asked about it, but it was clearly a sore subject.

Instead, you pulled out of the parking lot, changing the idle conversation to whatever you came up with. Occasionally you’d spot Anubis following you on buildings, giving you a golden toothed smile at you (strangely) rekindling your relationship.

And no matter how you gripped the wheel, you just couldn’t stop the question from entering your head.

“Who is he?”

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Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 14 (Repost)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Jessica Anderson is Elvis Presley's assistant and after months of working together, slowly something sparks between them. Friendship? Or is it more? [ Fem!Reader ]

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+), Slowburn

|| Word Count: 5,462

Author’s note: Sorry guys I had to repost because the tags weren’t working :(

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Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 14

Elvis came jogging back with a water bottle and some of my medication that was prescribed to me.

“Did you take your pills today?” He asked me as I sat up. He crouched down and gave me the water bottle.

“No.” I squeaked, taking small sips of the water.

“Jess.” He frowned.

“I was feeling a lot better when I woke up, I didn't think I needed them today since I wasn't feeling dizzy.” I replied when he pushed the pills into my hand.

“You’re supposed to take them for a week. Do I need to time your medication and feed them to you myself like a little kid.” He scolded.

“No, no. Fine, I’ll take them. Don't worry.” I handed him back the water bottle and lied down on the couch again.

“Actually, you know I've been told my kiss has that affect on women.” I opened my eyes to see him hovering above me, smirking.

“Or maybe I’m just pretending to feel dizzy so that I can get out of kissing you.” I replied.

“That was not what you said earlier. Oh take me Elvis.” He mocked.

I gasped in horror and covered my face with my hands. He did not just go there. Oh god. That sounds so cheesy and embarrassing.

“I do not sound like that and you don't make fun of a sick person.” I grumbled against my hands while he laughed.

He then reached for my hands and pulled them off of my face “Are you gonna let me know once you’re feeling better so that we can start this over?” He whispered, hovering a few inches away from my face. I frowned. “Oh no. There she goes, overthinking every little thing.” He frowned looking down at me.

“I’m not overthinking.” I replied “Remember the last time, it took us a while to get back to where we are now.”

“Honey of course I remember the last time. I remember how much fun we both had.” He replied, still holding onto my hands.

“I know.” I sighed “But I, Elvis. I can’t be just another girl.” I sat up and crossed my legs, he sat opposite me.

“Jess, you’re not just-” He sighed.

"Elvis-" I shook my head.

My mind ran through the endless of girls he had brought home. It hurt way too much, more than I want to admit. Seeing him with those girls just broke my heart and I really don’t want to go through that if we were to sleep together again.

“I-I think you should take a nap, relax and we can talk about it later.” He continued probably seeing that I was going to shut it down.

I wanted him. I did. Of course I did.

I nodded deciding to take a nap on the couch in the TV room. I closed my eyes and all I could see was Elvis’ handsome face, his beautiful blue eyes and those lips. I wanted him.

I woke up and headed to the living room I sort of forget my entire family were staying in Graceland so I was surprised to see them all sitting around the living room.

“Hey, Elvis said you weren’t feeling well.” Jack, my brother said once he spotted me.

“Yeah I was feeling a bit dizzy but the meds are working.” I said, plopping down next to him.

“He seemed upset about something though.” Ella said, taking a seat next to me, placing me between her and Jack on the couch.

“Oh weird.” I replied nonchalantly, knowing it was probably about the kiss “I missed you guys!” I said, throwing my arms around them, pulling them into a side hug.

“We’re glad you’re okay.” Jack smiled.

“Now tell me. What’s going on with you and Elvis.” Ella said wiggling her eyebrows. I rolled my eyes at her.

“God he’s so hot. How have you not taken advantage of living with such a beautiful man.” Ella continued.

“Ella!” I gaped at her, my mouth almost smiling.

“Ew!” Jack yelled at the same time.

“What?” Ella and I frowned at Jack “Is he not handsome to you?”

“No, I mean he’s very very handsome.” Jack replied “You can’t help but stare at him. But I’m not talking about that. I’m taking about you taking “advantage” as Ella just said. That’s disgusting.”

“Jack.” I laughed “Do you also have a crush on Elvis?” I teased.

“Of course I do! Have you seen the guy!” Jack joked. I laughed.

“It was so sweet how he stayed by your side the entire time. He was worried sick about you.” Ella said “I want a man that looks at me the same way Elvis looks at you.”

I sighed internally, what were they seeing that I wasn’t? I hated how everyone commented about us fully knowing Elvis loved to surround himself with pretty women. Was I just convenient to have around to screw since I was living with him and was with him all the time? Don’t get me wrong I know he cares about me but it was easy to believe that he wanted to sleep with me just because I was right there.

“Hey, you’re up.” Elvis said walking down the stairs.

“Yeah.” I breathed. I napped for less than an hour, it took me a while to actually fall asleep.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Better.” I gave him a timid smile.

“Good.” He replied and headed towards the kitchen.

“We need a fan in here. What the heck was that? You two were about to jump each other’s bones if we weren’t in here.” Ella said fanning herself.

“Ella!” I hissed.

“I saw it too.” Jack shrugged.

“You guys are so annoying.” I rolled my eyes at them.

The landline started ringing, I got up from the couch and answered the phone. It was one of the security guards calming that Elvis had a delivery. I let him know to let them get passed the gate to the front door.

“Elvis! You have a delivery!” I yelled for him.

“Oh it’s already paid for I just gotta pay the delivery fee! Can you please get the money from my wallet upstairs?” Elvis called out from the kitchen.

I opened the door and smiled at the delivery guy who placed a box on the ground.

“How much is the delivery charge?” I asked him.

“5 bucks.”

“Okay, give me a second.” I replied and jogged up the stairs to Elvis’ room. I spotted his wallet placed on his side table by his bed.

I opened his wallet to grab a five dollar bill and was greeted by a small wallet size picture of Elvis and I on the horse. I felt my heart rate pick up it was a the picture Grace took of us with Elvis’ chin on my shoulder, our face squished next to each other. It was a cute photo. We looked like a couple and looked extremely happy. If anyone were to take a look at this photo they would think the same, they wouldn't think that I was just his assistant and he was my boss.

“Wait, Jess I’ll get it!” Elvis shouted. I heard his heavy footsteps pounding up the stairs.

I looked up at him when he walked into his room with his wallet open in my hands.

“You have picture of me in your wallet?” I asked, breathlessly.

“Of us.” He replied quietly and pulled the wallet from my hands.

“Why?”

“Why not.” he replied, pulling a five dollar bill from his wallet then shutting it and throwing it back on his side table. He walked out nonchalantly as if it wasn’t weird in the slightest. I gaped looking after him, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. I think the only person that has my picture in their wallet is my dad.

I went downstairs deciding to spend the rest of the afternoon with my family since they were flying back home early tomorrow morning. I caught glimpses of Elvis throughout the day but didn’t really speak to him. I retreated to my room pretty early, just wanting to relax.

I lied in bed for a few hours staring at the ceiling my memories of being with Elvis taking over. I was craving his touch. I couldn’t’ help but remember how his thick side burns brushed against my inner thighs, his mouth on my wet heat. I groaned and rolled to my side. My legs were buzzing, I wanted to get up and find him. He said we should talk about it later but we never got the chance to especially with my family around.

Thinking about it the line was already blurred because who the heck cuddles with their boss or hugs them or kisses them on the cheek? I needed him. And I know he wants me. My head hurts from the constant back and forth my mind was putting me through. We had slept together a few months ago but it was still as fresh as ever on my mind.

I was scheduled to go back to the hospital just for a check up, I couldn’t sleep a wink last night. I slept a total of two hours and my face showcased that. The bags underneath my eyes were prominent, my face was puffy and I just looked tired overall. I blame Elvis. Even though I was the one that kissed him and not the other way around but I still blamed him for my lack of sleep. Also, he didn't end up coming to my room. I was hoping he would come and cuddle with me, maybe I would’ve been able to sleep if he did. I hated that I was getting used to him being around me, I felt like I was starting to depend on him when I know I shouldn’t.

“Hey.” Elvis jogged down the stairs, I was standing by the door way ready to leave the house with Grace and Jerry since they volunteered to go to the hospital with me.

I looked up to see Elvis, he looked like my current state. I could tell he didn't get much sleep last night, his eyes were a bit red and the bags under his eyes were just like mine.

“Hey.” I replied.

“I’m so sorry I can’t take you to the hospital.” He clenched his jaw, running his hand through his hair.

“It’s okay, I get it. You’ve done a lot for me already Elvis. Plus, it’s just a check up.” I replied, not wanting him to feel guilty for not being able to come with me.

“I know. I-I just, I wanna hear what the doctors have to say but the Colonel is going to kill me if I miss another meeting.”

“The Colonel already hates me as is, please don’t make him despise me even more.” I joked, smiling. Elvis chuckled shaking his head. He had already missed a few meetings because he was with me in the hospital and they kept postponing it.

“Tell me word by word what the doctor says.”

“I will.” I replied.

Elvis then looked at Jerry who was standing behind me “I want to hear it from you too.”

I gasped dramatically “You don’t trust me?”

“No, I don’t.” Elvis replied, looking at me “I know if the doctor says anything bad you’ll try to downplay it.”

I rolled my eyes, not replying because he was right. I hated people fussing over me.

“Come on, we’re going to be late.” Jerry chuckled, opening the front door for me. Grace was already waiting for us in the car.

“Thanks man.” Elvis whispered to Jerry but I was able to hear it as I walked through the front door.

After a few tests and conformation from the doctor that everything was good, Jerry, Grace and I headed back to Graceland.

“Ooo a McDonald’s. Let’s go.” I said when I saw the giant M in the distance.

“Ew that’s disgusting Jess. It’s really bad for you.” Grace replied.

“Okay mom.” I mocked which made Jerry burst out laughing.

“Hey! Take my side!” Grace smacked Jerry’s arm.

“It was funny.” Jerry shrugged.

“Okay can we please go?” I pouted to Grace from the back seat. Jerry was driving while Grace sat shotgun “I haven't had breakfast because I was scheduled to do blood tests. Pleaaase.”

“Okay fine. Elvis would kill us if he found out we didn't feed you.” Grace replied. I rolled my eyes at what she said.

Jerry pulled into the McDonald’s drive-thru, letting me order since they didn't want anything. I ended up ordering three cheeseburgers, two fries and two cokes.

“Three cheeseburgers?!” Grace looked at me with wide eyes once I rolled up my window “Where are you going to fit three cheeseburgers?”

“Two for Elvis and one for me.” I chuckled.

“Oh, did he say he wants some?” Jerry asked.

“No but its his favorite and he’d love them.” I shrugged, cheeseburgers just reminded me of Elvis. I had to get him some.

“Aww thinking about each other. I swear you two are more of a couple than Jerry and I sometimes.” Grace replied.

I paid and received the bag of food and Jerry drove us back to Graceland.

I got out of my car, thanking Grace and Jerry for taking me and bidding them a good bye. Heading towards Elvis’ office, I knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Elvis called from the other side of the door.

I opened the door and popped my head in “Are you busy?”

“No, come in.” Elvis smiled.

I opened the door wider and walked in with the McDonald’s bag in my hand.

“Did you finish your meeting with the Colonel?” I asked, walking towards his desk.

“Yes.” He sighed “How was the doctor’s visit?”

“Good. Everything is great, all the tests came back good.”

Elvis narrowed his eyes at me “I swear! You can ask Jerry.”

“Okay.” Elvis chuckled “I’m glad you’re okay.” He eyed the bag in my hand “What’ve you go there?”

“We passed by a McDonald’s and I had to get some.” I replied “I got you two cheeseburgers, fries and a coke.”

Elvis grinned “Yum. Jess that’s very sweet.”

“You wanna go eat it outside?”

“Like a picnic?” He asked me with a genuine, sweet smile on his face.

“Yeah, we could do that.” I shrugged.

“Aww Jessica you wanna go on a date with me honey?” He grinned teasingly.

I looked at Elvis blankly, biting back a smile “You know what I’m gonna go outside, enjoy the sunshine and eat alllll of the cheeseburgers I got.” I said and turned to walk away.

Elvis laughed and launched out of his chair, rounding his desk and quickly grabbed me by the arm turning me back to face him.

“You know what they say, the way to a man’s heart is his stomach.” He whispered, his face a few inches away from mine. He still had that stupid grin on his face “Are you buttering me up doll?”

“We’re not doing that again.” I whispered.

“We didn't have that conversation yet.” Elvis replied.

“We can discuss it later.”

“Fine. But we’re having that conversation whether you like it or not. You can’t keep me on the edge like this.” He replied, taking a step back, creating some space between us.

“Let’s go eat.” I replied and walked out of his office with him behind me.

Elvis and I sat on the grass far from the house and prying eyes under a tree. We ate and talked for a while ignoring the giant elephant in the room and the obvious need between the both of us.

Elvis hummed taking a bite of his cheeseburger “How did you know I’d eat both?” He asked, his mouth full of food.

“I know you. Plus a McDonald’s cheeseburger is tiny especially to you.” I replied. We knew each other very well.

He smiled and stared at me for a bit before turning to look in the distance, shaking his head.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing.” He replied, a slight smile still on his face. I looked at him confused but I couldn’t help but stare at him. He really is the handsomest man on earth. I took in his beautiful side profile, his strong cheek bones and jaw, his beautiful nose and prettiest lips. He really is a greek god. I don’t blame the girls for wanting a piece of this man. But it wasn’t his looks that got me. It was his sense of humor, his kind and big heart, his gestures are always meaningful, he never does anything without putting some thought into it. I also loved that people didn't get to see this side of him but I do. My heart hurts just by looking at him. I want to be with him but I’d hate to be just another girl to him when I saw him as so much more. I didn’t want to face reality that I really might be falling for him.

“Stop staring at me like that.” Elvis said and nudged my shoulder with his.

I chuckled and turned away from him, looked ahead instead.

“I haven’t seen Rising Sun since that day.” I said.

“He’s in a time out.” Elvis replied.

“No way! Poor Rising Sun! It wasn’t his fault.” I frowned at Elvis.

“Shhh. It is.”

“No! Let’s go see him, poor baby. Let’s go feed him carrots.” I said standing up.

“Ha ha.” Elvis laughed sarcastically “We’re not going anywhere near the stables.”

“Why not! Come on!” I bent down and grabbed his arm trying to pull him up.

“No way.” Elvis said and grabbed onto my arm trying to pull me down.

“I know you don’t want to go because it will remind you of the other day but you love riding horses and you’re gonna have to get over it. Come on, I’m going with you. I’ll be by your side.” I said.

He frowned and looked at me “Fine. Only if you hold my hand.” He joked.

I grinned and shook my head “I’ll hold your hand.”

He shook his head a smile playing on his lips. He finally let me pull him up, I grabbed the finished McDonald’s bag and walked towards the stables with my hand in Elvis’.

He tightened his hold on my hand when we got close to the stables, I threw the bag into the trash by the stables and squeezed Elvis’ hand reassuringly. He then stopped, not walking closer.

I turned and looked at him “It’s okay. I’m right here and nothing is wrong. Everything is okay.” I said reassuringly.

“Yeah.” He sighed, his eyes trained on the stop where I fell.

“Hey, come on. Don’t stare at that spot. Or actually I’m gonna go there and we’re gonna change that memory to me standing there, healthy and fine.” I told him. He frowned, reluctantly letting go of my hand. I ducked through the wooden fence and walked to the spot where I fell. I think it didn't affect me as much because I passed out the moment I fell, I don't really remember feeling anything.

“See! I’m fine!” I called out, he stared at me with a frown on his face.

“Okay, I get it! Let’s go now!” He called back after a bit. I chuckled and walked back to him. He grabbed my hand again, intertwining his fingers with mine. We walked towards Rising Sun’s stall. He poked his head over the door. I grinned and reached forward to rub his nose. Elvis then followed my lead and rubbed his nose.

“He missed you.” I told him. Elvis really loved Rising Sun and always finds time to ride him and I didn't want him to have this negative image of his favorite horse.

“You missed me boy?” He smiled slowly at Rising Sun “Thank you.” He said, turning to me. I smiled softly at him.

We spent some time with Rising Sun, Elvis taking him out of his stall to walk him around but didn't ride him then we headed towards the house. I ended up retiring to bed after dinner, I just wanted to lie down maybe read a book and just go to sleep. A little sliver of hope went through me when I heard footsteps down the hall, hoping Elvis was coming to sleep next to me but it faded as the footsteps did. I sighed and went back to reading my book. It was some romance book that for the life of me I couldn't focus on, I kept re-reading the same page a few times. Opting to closing the book and throwing it on my nightstand, closing my eyes to try and fall asleep.

After a little while of my mind racing I heard the knob of my bedroom door slowly turn and open. I frowned and opened my eyes, turning towards the door to see Elvis standing there dressed in a white cotton shirt and navy pajama pants with a sheepish smile on his face.

“You’re still awake? I thought you would’ve slept by now.”

“I can’t sleep.” I replied, looking at him with curious eyes. Is this what we were doing now? He had to sneak in to cuddle with me and then leave before I woke up?

“Oh okay, just wanted to check up on you.” He replied.

“You can’t sleep either?” I asked.

He sighed and nodded.

I reached over and pulled my covers off, indicating for him to come into my bed.

“Are you sure?” He asked, standing by the door.

“Yes.”

He then shut the door behind him and walked towards my bed, getting underneath the covers.

We turned on our side, facing each other.

“Why can’t you sleep?” I asked him.

“I think I got used to having you around.” He replied. My heart swelled “What about you?”

“I got used to having you around.” I replied, throwing his words back at him. It was true though, I was tired especially after having little to no sleep last night. I expected to fall asleep immediately but I couldn’t.

He smiled slightly and reached over to push a strand of hair behind my ear.

“We need to talk about this Jess.” He whispered “I can’t take it anymore. You need to give me a straight answer.”

“Elvis.” I sighed.

“No Jess. Please, just be honest with me.” He bit his lower lip harshly, cupping my cheek “I know you want me just as I want you. Heck, you told me that the other day when you kissed me.” He said emphasizing the you.

“I’m gonna kiss you and you can stop me if you don't want to.” He whispered and leaned forward. I didn't stop him, I wanted him but I didn’t want to admit it to him just how bad I was craving his touch.

He slowly captured my lips with his. I kissed him back the moment our lips touch, indicating to him that I wanted him. I bit his lower lip harshly causing him to groan loudly and open his mouth. I then decided to let my body do whatever it wanted, I got on top of him, straddling his hips.

“Jess.” He groaned into my mouth then abruptly pulled away. He looked at me with a grin on his face, his eyes shinning brightly in the darkly lit room. The only source of light coming from the lamp on my bedside table. “You know, you say you want to forget about the other night yet you kiss me back every time.”

I grinned, biting my lip. That asshole, I hated that he was pointing that out “Shut up.”

Elvis wiggled his brows then placed his hand on my neck, pulling me down to continue kissing him.

He sighed against my lips “I hate that you made me wait this long to kiss you again.” He said against my lips.

“I’m sorry.” I replied, kissing him back.

He grabbed my waist and flipped us over so that I was now on the bottom. He then reached towards my pajama shirt, slowly unbuttoning my silk short sleeve top.

“I love these pjs by the way.” He said, continuing to kiss me. He then pulled back and looked at my body, my chest fully exposed. He started kissing my neck, tailing down my collar bone then placing little kisses on my breast before fully taking in a nipple in his mouth. I moaned loudly, arching my back.

“The most beautiful sound.” He murmured against my breast. He then reached for my top fully pulling it down my arms and throwing it to the side. His hands ran down my waist making me shiver. His eyes roaming all over my body.

“Let’s see how wet you are for me.” He grinned and slowly pulled my silk pajama shorts down my legs also throwing it towards my shirt. Elvis ran his fingers through my fold and groaned “So fucking wet for me.”

I moaned, my hips jutting forward.

“What do you want baby?” He asked me.

“Stop teasing me.” I grumbled.

Elvis chuckled “Always so fucking needy. Tell me what you want.”

I fisted my hand into his cotton shirt and pulled him up towards me. My face a few inches from his “I need you to fuck me Elvis.”

He moaned, throwing his head back “Fuck, yes Ma’am.”

I could feel his erection poking my thigh.

“Wait, last time you ate me out. Let me do it for you.” I stopped him from going down on me.

“Fuck no. You know how many times I dreamt of shoving my tongue into your beautiful pink pussy again?” He replied. I laughed and let him continue to slide down my body till his face was hovering between my legs.

“Wait I actually wanna know how many times.”

He looked up towards me his eyes dark with pleasure “You don’t wanna know baby. Way too many times.”

He planted kisses around my heat then ran his tongue through my wet folds. I moaned “Oh Elvis.”

“I love hearing my name on your tongue.” He said against me.

I thrust my hands in his dark, thick hair, holding him to me as he devours my flesh. His tongue licks and teases. He thrusts his tongue inside me and then pulling out. In and out. His face is smashed against me, his tongue working his magic. He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks on it, reaching for my leg to throw one over his shoulder allowing him better access. I whimper when he shoves two fingers in, pumping in and out until I feel my entire body tremble with pleasure, I chant his name and thrust my lower body up towards his face. My eyes tightly shut, throwing my head back. He grips my hips, continuing to devour me.

My chest is heaving, my breathing erratic as my high dissipates, he moves his face away and drops my leg from his shoulder. He looks at me with a huge grin on his face, his face face glistening from me. He pokes his tongue out and runs it over his lips “My favorite, so yummy.”

I huff already feeling myself get wet again just from seeing his messy face and hair.

“Yummier than the cheeseburger?” I joked, a smirk on my face.

Elvis laughs, throwing his head back then he moved up my body to hover above my face “Way better.” He whispers and smashes his lips on mine. I could taste myself on his lips and it was turning me on all over again.

“I need you naked.” I whispered against his lips, my hands roaming down his shirt. I moved my hand under his shirt, running my hands up his stomach to his hairy chest.

Elvis pulled back and pulled off his shirt. I bit my lip, staring at his yummy hairy chest.

“My eyes are up here.” Elvis said, placing his hand under my chin, tilting my head up to face him. I blushed, a smile playing on my lips. “Oh you’re so fucking cute.” He grinned and kissed both of my flamed cheeks.

He tugged off his pajama pants and kicked them off. I let out an audible breath staring at his girth, I bit my lip.

“There’s that look again. That is how you look at me sometimes and it drives me crazy.” Elvis said.

“I can’t help it.” I replied, looking back at his face “You’re just too damn handsome.” I said running my hand through his hair. He smiled shyly, looking down at me. His cheeks slightly flushing at my compliment.

“Get on all fours.” He whispered, his eyes darkening in lust.

“Of course, Mr. Presley.” I whispered, reaching up to peck his lips. He grinned and moved, allowing me to get up and get on all fours on the bed, my hands and knees pressing into the mattress. I was facing my long mirror that was placed in front of my bed.

“I want you to see me while I fuck you over and over and over again.” Elvis said hovering behind me, whispering in my ear. I made eye contact with him through the mirror when all of a sudden he frowned which made me frown.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“You’re okay right? I completely forgot about your head. You’re not in pain or feeling dizzy?” He asked.

I smiled reassuringly “No, I feel great.” I could feel his cock tease my entrance. I then pushed my hips back, still looking at him. He grinned and gripped my hips.

“Naughty girl. So eager for me. Are you going to be a good girl and come all over my cock?” He raised his eyebrow, still not thrusting into me.

“Yes!” I grumbled which made him laugh.

“What’s the magic word?” He grinned playfully.

“You’re so annoying.” I replied.

“Wrong.”

I pushed my hip back but he tightened his hold on my hips, not allowing me to move.

“Say it.”

“Please. Elvis. Fuck me. I want your cock inside of me.” I sighed.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He said and reached forward to kiss me shoulder before plunging into me. I moaned, arching my back and thrusting my hips back. I gripped the sheets on the mattress as he continued to pound into me.

“Look at us. I want this memory burnt into your skull.” He moaned. We kept eye contact through the mirror, looking at us only turned me on even more. Our reflection stared back at us, dazed and sweaty.

“Fuck Jess. I missed your tight pussy.” He moaned, closing his eyes monetarily “I can’t believe I went this long without fucking you again baby.”

I moaned “I’m so close Elvis.”

“Me too honey.” He said and thrusted faster and deeper.

Elvis then reached around and pinched my clit. I screamed, throwing my head back, my back bowing from the intensity.

“Oh fuck, scream for me baby!” Elvis grunted “You” -thrust- “Are” -thrust- “Mine! Say it!”

“I’m yours!” I moaned loudly. I am his. All his. He has ruined me for anyone else.

“Good girl.” He groaned.

My second orgasm of the night crashed over me, so powerful and intense. The second orgasm even stronger than the first one. Elvis pulled out of me and moaned loudly, coming all over my ass and legs.

I caught my breath, my arms not being able to hold me up anymore. I lied down on my stomach, Elvis reached down and kissed my shoulder before getting out of bed and heading towards my bathroom. I sighed and took the opportunity to lie back down on my pillow, on my back. Elvis came back with a wet cloth and reached down to clean me up.

“Are you okay?” Elvis asked me, coming to lie next to me.

“I’m more than okay.” I smiled at him “What about you?”

“I’m so… happy.” He said, his blue eyes shinning brightly with happiness.

“Come here.” I said, opening my arms from him to lie on my chest. He grinned and moved to place his head on my chest, fully lying on top of me.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked, placing his chin on top of my chest to look at me.

“Yes.” I smiled. He reached forward and pecked my lips before laying his head back down as I started to play with his hair and scratch his scalp gently.

He groaned “Please keep doing that.”

I grinned and placed a kiss on the top of his head before continuing scratching his scalp.

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 || 𝐬.𝐣

pairings: scarlett johansson x fem!reader

summary: she admired you from afar and then suddenly wants a whole damn future with you in just one night.

warnings: scarlett just being intoxicated and fluff!

author’s note: after seeing those photos, i just wanted to write this out. i hope it’s good! let me know what ya’ll think. <3

“So, why are we here?”

My friend, who was the director of this movie that will be released, invited me to this house party I wasn’t supposed to be in. I don’t know why I was dragged here, possibly because we were really good friends and she states I need a wealthy person in my life. Though, I disagree. I don’t need any man or a woman in my life.

“She’s going through a divorce,” I cut her off nonchalantly, walking to the entryway where I see snobby wealthy people who were drinking from the finest champagne glasses; it’s not like I envy them. “It would be rude for me to reach out.”

“Live a little, would you?”

I had to scoff at that, but she knew I was not being serious. I try to, but I never found the opportunity to actually live a little – I was this uptight person that no one would hang out with, which was reasonable. I’m a twenty-seven-years-old and I still don’t know how to date a decent person in my life. What I didn't know was that Scarlett Johansson was admiring me from afar – staring at my body and then at my eyes. We made brief eye contact, but I quickly turned my head when the girl was still having a conversation with me; I didn't take a good look at her.

To Scarlett, it was like staring at a fairy from the distance. To her, I was bright and pure – like an innocent human being. It wasn't like she had a kink for it, she just finds it extraordinary. She bites down her bottom lip, as if trying to contain herself to be this kind of animalistic creature that wants to be unleashed. She finds me very beautiful and swollen, it was hard for her to admit that.

I was around the room for a while, talking to some artists and actors that were bragging about their work – except for this one guy who sympathizes with me. I laughed with him a little, drank with him, and talked about why living in London was a horrible decision. I personally don’t live here, but it seems like she’s been living here throughout her life.

It was my fifth glass of gin with mixed cranberry juice that I couldn't get enough of when I felt someone tapping my shoulder, I turned and saw Scarlett with a slightly puffed-up face; probably because she’s been drinking too. To be precise, she was drunk.

“Hi,” she said with a tight-lip smile that turned into a toothy grin. “I um… saw you from afar and I couldn’t believe it when it was you.”

I chuckled, “You know me?”

She nods frantically, then bites down on her lower lip as I can see her eyes that were averted to my slight cleavage. She responded with a lower tone, “Your friend, Margaret, is the one who’s directing this film. Of course, I know you. That friend of yours talks about you a lot, I’m quite jealous honestly.”

For someone like her, she knows how to swoon me over. No one has ever done that in ages – or maybe, I was just ignorant of everyone’s existence. This was the first time I blushed in ten years.

“Why would you be jealous? We don’t know each other very well.”

She smirks on the half side of her lip and cornered me as her hand was placed near my head; sort of guarding me. Scarlett was a little too close, she reeks of alcohol despite her breath which wasn’t a problem. But my claustrophobia wasn’t acting up.

“I know you,” Scarlett stated rather with such a seductive tone, I could feel my stomach churning. “You’re Y/N. You’re a writer, a brilliant one. You’re also very funny and very beautiful, I must say.”

I couldn’t help but joke that my eyes were directed at her shoes, “So you’re stalking me, huh?”

“You could say that.”

I don’t know what else happened after that. We were talking about London and how much she liked it here, that she even wanted to buy a property that was near the city with her kids. My stomach dropped a little when she talked about her marriage with Colin, which wasn’t going so well. I asked her if they could stop talking so that I wouldn’t have to interfere but she held my cold hand and placed her lips on my delicate skin, how much I mewled and succumbed to her presence.

“Come home with me tonight,” she begged utterly, kissing the heel of her palm with her drunk face. “Or we can do it in the car… maybe at your place? We have to be careful though, you don’t want those pretty people to catch us right?”

“O–Of course,” I stammered, gulping as I could feel a tight lump in my throat. God, I need a drink. “We could go to yours, I still live with my parents.”

Scarlett smiles but in such a sultry way and buries her head into my neck, moaning softly when her hands were holding my hips – her pelvis trying to grind on mine. It was undeniably hot.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” she confesses with a needy tone, I could feel my core dripping with want. Oh, how much I want her to touch me already. “Come on, let’s go home. I’ll take you home.”

Time passes, and I don’t even know how I got here. We were in her room in this little apartment, so little that we felt cramped. Her hands were all over me, trying to touch the slightest bit of my skin as I had my hands all over her hair. She pulls away from my jaw with her drunk hooded eyes and whispered, “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Margaret was right, you are so fucking hot.”

“Scar–Oh!” she slipped her hands into my dress and felt my damp underwear. I could feel her smiling on my skin and I felt a little shy about it. Was I that wet? “Scarlett, oh my god–Just, please touch me.”

“You want me to touch you, huh?” she teased, her lips peppering the corner of my lips with so much desperation that I could not begin to fathom enough. “I really like you. I know we just met but… you have to come to New York with me, you must.”

“But, I live in Los Angeles.” I whispered to her mouth, slowly biting my lower lip with anticipation. She shook her head and her forehead touched mine, I could hear the thump in her heart. It’s beating at such a perfect pace.

“I have a spare apartment in Manhattan,” Scarlett says, looking at me with her dark green eyes. “You can live with me. Me and Colin… we don’t live with each other anymore.”

“What about your kids? What would they say?”

All I can say is that everything was going too fast, but I didn’t care. I knew ever since I met her all I can do is to love her – maybe I was made to do that. Maybe, just maybe, that was the reason why no one else was interested enough in me because all along, I belonged to Scarlett. However, this could be a huge misunderstanding. She’s drunk, I’m drunk.

“I know I’m a little intoxicated but,” she chuckles, closing her eyes and shaking her head as her hands cupped my warm cheeks. Scarlett looked at me deeply and continued, “I think I like the idea of being with you. Come on, live a little. This could be thrilling, y’know?”

“I do,” I nodded in agreement but there was something in my heart that was holding me back. “I just don’t want to ruin your career.”

She held my other cheek and I leaned against it and I can honestly say that this was the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don’t know about hers, but this was surely a dream come true. I thought that this night was just me being ignorant with the snobbiest people but it turns out to be a memorable thing in the world.

“You won’t baby girl,” she whispers to me, smiling softly. Even though she was drunk, Scarlett was very alluring to stare at. “You’re my girlfriend now, okay? I promise I won’t forget about this.”

We kissed and made love throughout that night – even though we were highly intoxicated. And once we were done, her head was laying against my stomach while I had my arms that were covering my painful eyes. The next day, we never forgot about that incident and instead – we lived in Manhattan for a few months, then I moved in with her to her actual house.

It was like a dream.

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imsparky2002 · 1 month

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Barbie in the Nutcracker: First Thoughts

The following is my thoughts while watching this for the first time.

Credits look awful. Still, it’s 2001 and this is the first installment so I’ll give it a pass.

Only know the basic Nutcracker song and theme but nice that it uses an orchestra

Barbie herself doesn’t look too bad but her little sis… yikes.

Kinda weird to see these dolls moving like mocap performers.

Heh! Barbie’s voice actor has the same name as her little sister.

Kelly very clearly sounds like an adult woman trying to do a kiddish voice.

Lipsyncing is odd, looks more like generic flapping.

Surprisingly decent snow effects.

I’m assuming Clara’s parents are either dead or abandoned them. Or they could also just be on vacation.

Is it wrong that I find Grandpa cute? Gives off a very distinguished vibe. Especially that voice.

They call gingerbread houses “christmas boxes”? That’s… interesting.

Kinda wish they gave Clara a different voice from Barbie, or at the very least a different hairstyle.

The lighting is actually pretty good! Nice warm hues, makes me feel like I’m at a cozy inn.

Her little brother looks like the kids who played Fortnite and would tease me in high school. Of course his name is fuckin’ Tommy.

This CGI is reminding me of early PS2 cutscenes.

Aunt Drosselmayer’s got that 90’s Leo DiCaprio/Hugh Grant parting in her hair. Bleh.

Why is Clara the only blonde in the family?

Ooh! We’ve got some family drama between Auntie and Grandpa. This is getting juicy.

Elizabeth is giving me confident bisexual vibes with the voice and manner of movement. Bet you that’s why Grandpa doesn’t trust her.

Looking at the wiki I just found out that Trixie’s VA voices the Aunt, Starlight’s VA is Barbie and Cadence’s VA is one of the kids! Must be a Canadian production.

I will never not find the word “nutcracker” to be hilarious.

Clara, why tf are you fighting over a toy with your lil brother? You’re like… 17? 18? I dunno but it’s way too old.

Seriously they gave Tommy the most punchable face ever. Not that I’d ever punch a kid but I can see why other kids his age would deck him.

Magic shenanigans are ensuing.

I like the medeival look of the rats. The CGI actually fits them well.

Clara wakes up to see an anthropomorphic warrior rat right next to her eating something and is just like “goddamn it, git ya varmint!” I love it.

Oh, she thinks she’s dreaming. That makes sense to why she’s so calm.

Hmm… I feel like the Rat King should look a bit more evil, and larger as well. Still, TIM CURRY! I’m gonna LOVE this.

Woah! We’re getting a fight scene! A swordfighting scene to be exact!

Oooh the Rat King’s magic and can shapeshift his weapon. That’s metal AF.

Tim Curry putting everything into his performance as usual.

I’m kinda surprised we’re already getting a Nutcracker-Rat King battle. I’d have thought they’d save that sorta thing until the third act.

Did they really have to change it to Sugarplum Princess? Fairy just sounds more powerful.

Wow! This snowy cave is beautiful! Something out of a classic painting.

EWWW THESE LIL SNOW FAIRIES LOOK DISGUSTING!

Did this nutfucker not realize that an icy fortress would have ice for the walls?

The fairies doing ballet looks weird because they have nothing to stand on.

Please don’t tell me the small fairy is staying, I hate her.

Dance is currently reminding me of Fantasia.

“The fairies probably went off to make a blizzard somewhere”. The way he said that nonchalantly had me cackling.

The effect of Clara’s footsteps turning into flowers is beautiful.

Pimm sounds like he’s an absolute troll online. Also gives me Psychicpebbles vibes (though I know it’s not him).

Wow the Rat King is a straight up genocider.

Why do all the kids look like Kelly?

OH DEAR GOD THAT LITTLE BOY LOOKS HORRIFYING.

Wait Prince Eric? Are they legally allowed to call him that? We all know how much Disney loves copyrights.

Man these kids are little shits and their outfits are gagworthy.

Major Mint definitely got a big personality, and the voice actor does a good job with it.

Ok Mint is hilarious and is so far the best part of the movie.

Nice to see some Asian rep with Captain Candy.

Wow, Rat King turns his failed employees into stone. Dark!

The zoom in on the Rat King as he says “that’s it?” made me giggle.

Thomas Astruc looked at the Rock Golem and got his first idea for an akuma.

Wait how the hell does Clara know that the Nutcracker is Prince Eric? I mean I already assumed because of the plot of the original ballet, but how does she know?!

The bridge scene gives me the willies, since I’m afraid of heights.

Wow this flower fairy is the only kid-looking character that has a decent design.

Didn’t expect a song to be interrupted by an enemy.

Lol, the Major’s monocle falls off as he sees the giant.

Glad to see the fairies serve a purpose other than dancing. Kick that giant’s ass!

Captain Candy’s a better man than Mint, as he actually makes sure that he gets saved.

Once again, the island is beautiful! Reminds me of Oz with the colored roads.

Ooh clever! At first I thought the castle’s backdrop looked really fake but I just factored it was because it’s 2001 CGI. But it was actually a trap!

Nice we see a test of Clara’s character that she passed.

The invisble hand touching Clara’s hand is actually making me feel kinda teary-eyed internally.

The Rat King definitely has a Napoleon complex.

Loving the character arc for Nutcracker with his final duel.

Ah! So now the Rat King is growing. Fits for the climax.

Huh… Prince Eric looks more like Jimmy Pesto than a prince.

Lol Major Mint realizes he’s been shittalking the prince.

Huh, so Clara’s the princess? I guess it sorta makes sense since it’s her dream.

For those princes out there who are hated by the public, all ya gotta do is fight a giant mouse.

Mint and Candy got the moves! Best dancers of the entire movie.

The final dance between Eric and Clara is absolutely gorgeous.

The villain was taken down by a snowball… I love it.

God Kelly Sheridan and Kirby Morrow really put everything into the scene where Clara disappears.

Lol Kelly’s Canana accent shows up when she says “It’s not a story”.

“What’s all this foolishness about mice kings and bats, Clara? Enough of your womenly hysteria! Time for a lobotomy!” Grandpa, basically.

Actually now that he’s in a suit, Eric looks a lot hotter.

I’m surprised Barbie’s little sister had the attention span to listen to a 1 hour story.

I'll be making a full review of the film soon. Let me know thoughts in the comments and reblogs. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

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weyrleaders · 4 months

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it's my birthday so legally no one can stop me here have 1k words of two characters ive never said a word about anywhere before. theyre both characters i made for remember you will die and would never actually meet because theyre both The Merc but i can do whatever i want forever

“Look, here’s the thing,” Ray says as he spins the chair around. He drops into it, arms crossed over the back. “I’m rooting for you! Really!”

The man tied to the other chair gives him a dubious look, blond hair falling messily over green eyes. There’s a streak of dried blood down his face. His nose probably isn’t broken, but Ray’s fairly certain it was a near thing. A palm to the face was the fastest way to knock him away from the blade Aster nearly put through his neck. As it is, the cut along his jaw is still bleeding sluggishly.

“My friend out there—”

“We aren’t friends,” Aster interrupts from the other side of the door.

Ray rolls his eyes.

“My associate out there is the one you should be worried about. I’m trying to help you out.”

The man is still glowering.

“I know you don’t believe me,” Ray says, “but the thing is, all that matters is the package. We don’t have to kill you if you just tell us what we need to know. Help me help you help me.”

“The fuck does that mean?” The man mutters, confusion overpowering his suspicion.

“It means if you don’t work with me, you’re going to have to work with him,” explains Ray. “And, well, he’s got that kit of his. Y’know, he’s got a knife in there specifically for chopping off fingers. A skinning knife, too.”

The man’s facade cracks. Ray watches the blood drain from his face.

“And those pliers have to be custom-made, or else there’s just some really specific-ass tools in the world. It’s got a bladed end to cut into the gums so you can get a better grip on the teeth. I don’t know what exactly the wedges are for, but—”

“Jesus!” The man spits. “Okay!”

“Well, it can’t be pleasant,” Ray adds. “And I have to watch if he does all that so I can report back to Orla, and I don’t wanna see that shit.”

“Fuck, alright, fine! I’ll tell you what I know!”

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I don’t have a problem stabbing someone to death, or whatever,” continues Ray, waving his hand nonchalantly. “I just think that’s all a bit excessive, y’know? One time he took out this dude’s eyeball and made him eat it—”

“Fucking hell, 7th Street hired my boss to steal the damn trunk! I don’t even know what’s in it!”

The door creaks open as Aster prowls inside.

“Of course it’s fucking 7th Street,” he growls. “And it wasn’t his eyeball, Ray.”

Ray twists a bit to look at Aster over his shoulder. He opens his mouth as if to speak but thinks better of it. He shrugs and returns to their prisoner. It really is unfortunate. Ray was hoping their thief was a Viper. Aster may just shoot the poor bastard on principle.

“But you don’t work for 7th Street, and had no idea they were involved until after the fact,” he offers, eyeing the black case Aster sets on the table nearby.

The man follows his gaze. He stares for a moment, until understanding and the faintest hint of panic spark in his eyes.

“Yeah,” he replies. “The boss didn’t tell me who it was for, or who it belonged to. Just wanted me to snatch it.”

Aster pops the latch on the case, and the top rolls open on well-oiled hinges. Ray can’t see what sort of toys he has in there, but he can guess based on what he’s seen Aster use in the past. Orla tries not to have them work together at all if she can help it, but sometimes a job calls for a little game of “good merc, will-absolutely-torture-you-to-death merc” to get things done.

Aster lifts a large knife from the case and holds it up to the scant light. His cybernetic eyes already give off an eerie yellow glow in the dark, and it’s worse reflected in the shining metal.

“Huh, that one looks pretty choppy. Is that the finger one?” Ray asks.

Aster doesn’t reply, just admires the blade. Their prisoner draws a shaky breath.

“They—they’re taking the trunk to this warehouse down at the docks! I don’t know the address, but it’s supposed to be the only one tagged with a blue cat!”

Aster turns his head slowly and arches a brow. He doesn’t say a word, just studies the man, and Ray decides to finally listen to the impulse telling him to shut the fuck up for once.

“I swear!” The man shouts, tears welling up in his eyes. “I don’t know anything else! Please!”

Ray coos and looks over at Aster, who sighs and places the knife back home in the case. The man sighs and goes limp.

“You can cut him loose,” Aster grouses.

Ray obliges. The man stands slowly, rubbing his wrists while Ray leans down to take care of the rest of the ropes. There’s a brief moment where the man tenses, and Ray wonders if he’s thinking about kicking him. Ray eyes the man’s Achilles tendon.

But the moment passes and the man backs away as Ray straightens.

“You should probably get the fuck out of here before we change our mind,” Ray suggests cheerfully.

The man takes a few more slow steps back. There’s only one door, and Aster and Ray make no move to let him pass. He swallows, eyes lingering on the gun strapped to Aster’s thigh.

That’s another thing Ray doesn’t like about working with Aster. People see a gun and assume Aster is the only scary one. Ray has had to prove otherwise enough times for it to get annoying. Sure, Aster will skin your arm if he thinks it’ll get results. Or shoot off a few fingers. Or mail a body piece by piece back to their boss. Or—Alright. Maybe he is the scarier one.

The man takes a deep breath and practically runs between them. Ray starts to stick out his foot to trip him, but Aster’s already glaring at him. He still could—Orla would be pissed if Aster maimed him—but then he’d have to listen to Aster bitch about it all the way to the docks.

The man stumbles outside. Ray feels a prickle of unease down his spine and instinctively tenses. Aster barely moves, just enough for Ray to realize what’s happening a split second too late to stop it.

The crack of the gunshot is loud in the small room, and Ray hears the thud as the man drops out on the street.

“Oh, fuck off,” he hisses. “I hate that you can do that ‘fire from the hip’ bullshit.”

Aster’s stony expression cracks into a grin.

#rywd

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coldtoes21 · 2 years

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and they were roommates || e.m

pairing: college!eddie munson x virgin!female!reader

summary: after a dorm pairing mix-up, y/n is stuck with eddie munson, her crush since highschool. eddie overhears y/n talk about how she’s a virgin on the phone with her best friend and offers to take her virginity.

warnings: smut, fingering, p in v, raw doggin’ ( 😭 please practice safe sex everyone‼️) , overstim, squirting, insecurity, and probably more that i forgot!

a/n: hello. okay so first lets pretend gareth graduated in the class of ‘86! yes! and i also have no clue what an RA is or does so yeah! dont come for me pls.

THIS IS PART 1

part 2

-i’ve tried to proofread this, but i’ve read it too many times to catch any lingering mistakes. i did change the tense after finishing this so it’s likely it might switch around here and there.

reblogging is totally fine but pls dont steal my work!! (if its even steal worthy😭)

it was the summer before your first year at college. you decided to stay closer to your parents and Hawkins, despite what had happened over the past couple years. today was the day your mother was helping you move into your dorm that you were sharing with your best friend taylor. you thought that you guys had done a pretty good job, and turned around to admire your work. unexpectedly, the door opened startling you, and causing you to jump a little.

“eddie?!” you exclaim. “what in the world are you doing here?” god. you didn’t even know he graduated.

“what,” he replies nonchalantly, “can I not come into my own dorm?” he looks around glancing at all the band posters you had hung up, secretly admiring them.

“um.. I think you’ve gotten it mistaken munson,” you say with a chuckle. “this is my dorm that im sharing with my friend taylor,” you say, wanting him to leave as soon as possible.

“oh, thats weird then,” eddie responds, “ the RA told me this was matter of a fact my dorm that i’m sharing with my friend gareth, y/n.”

you didn’t know what to do. you wouldn’t mind sharing a dorm with eddie, except you had a massive crush on him since freshman year and you were still planning on rooming with your best friend anyways. you needed to figure out what was going on.

“y/n?” you could hear from the other end of your phone. eddie glanced over at you with a quizzical look as he was still standing awkwardly in the middle of the room fidgeting with a loose thread in his jeans.

“hi tay! so um a bit of a problem on my end. i know you’re not coming to move in until tomorrow but munson just came in saying this is his dorm with his friend gareth. do you know what’s going on?” you said into the phone.

“oh shit,” you heard taylor say. “y/n, is eddie still with you?” she questioned, to which you responded with “yes.”

“put me on speaker please,” taylor said. exasperated, you sigh and click speaker, still confused about whag was happening. “ok munson, gareth was supposed to tell you this, and i’m sorry y/n i have no clue how i forgot….” taylor says with an anxious tone. “so um me and gareth are actually going to share a dorm because we’ve been dating for over two years now, and the RA already approved the switch. we didn’t know that it would mean you two would become roomates. i’m so sorry y/n,” taylor says nervously waiting for your response since she knew you had a massive crush on eddie. you look up at a shocked eddie with a gaping mouth. a couple seconds pass.

“WHAT?!” you exclaim into the phone, pacing back and forth. what would this mean? you’re stuck with the man you have had a crush on for more than four years? and sleep in the same room as him? what if he brings a girl over?

“ughh” you groan, “its okay tay. we can talk about this later, for now just let me help munson move in I guess…” eddie looked at you even more shocked. no way was y/n actually letting me move in, he thought to himself.

“ok munson. it’s official i guess. move in whenever you want, but you must keep your stuff on your side of the room,” you said while sighing. “god im going to regret this.

“okay princess , but trust me i’ll make sure you don’t.” he says with a wink and left to gather his stuff, leaving a flushed you in the room to think about what had just happened in the last 30 minutes. did you really just agree to let eddie be your roommate? you groaned. what did you just get yourself into?

it had been 3 months since eddie moved in, and well things had been going rather smoothly.

“y/n” eddie says one day after an especially long day of classes that had you both slumped in your respective beds.

“what?” you groan.

“how come you never bring any guys around?” eddie questions, his face still pressed into his pillow making his words come out muffled.

“what did you say?” you questioned, not sure if you had heard what he said right.

“how come you never bring any guys over? to you know, hookup or something?” eddie said, this time his head was lifted from the pillow and now facing you.

you suddenly felt like the room was getting a little hot and your face flushed a very bright red.

“um well you know, I’m just focused on my studies,” You said, turning away from him in embarrassment. “what about you? i thought i’d be kicked out more often so you could do your thing with girls,” you said with an strained laugh to cover up your grimace. eddie chuckled.

“nah don’t worry about that. i always go to the girl’s dorm. it’s easier either way,” he said shrugging. suddenly you felt insecure. why would eddie want to be with you? he was more experienced and you were still a virgin. no way he would want to be with someone so inexperienced. obviously you had masturbated before, and had used sex toys, but you had just never had sex with another person. at the same time, although it felt messed up, you felt yourself getting wet thinking about eddie having sex.

“something on your mind y/n?” eddie asked.

“no.” you responded and he thankfully dropped it. you quickly passed out from your fatigue, and it seemed eddie did too. it’s not long until you were woken up by the sound of your phone ringing. You groaned and picked it up to see who was calling you at this ungodly hour. the caller id read “tay💓”. you turned your lamp on and picked up, but not before you turned your volume to the lowest to not wake up eddie. she immediately started gushing to you about how she and gareth hooked up in the car. you laughed to yourself about her enthusiasm.

“guess what y/n!” taylor whisper-screamed.

“what?”

“me and gareth… we finally had sex for the first time!! i know it seems a bit late but gareth wanted to wait and i respect his wishes. it was so amazing and he was so gentle and sweet!” taylor said sounding happy. you couldn’t help but feel a bit insecure that all your friends had their fair shares of boyfriends and sexual encounters except for you.

“thats so great..” you replied more quiet now, not that taylor seemed to notice.

“but y/n, i need your help. what should I do? i want to tell gareth how much it meant to me that he decided to trust me and have sex with me, but i’m not sure how to express that.” she whispered, presumably not to awake gareth in her dorm.

you playfully rolled your eyes from your end of the phone. “taylor! you know i’ve never had sex before! god. i’ve never even had a boyfriend,” you said, realizing how pathetic that sounded.

“right...” taylor said and you grimaced. “i’m so sorry y/n, i honestly forgot!“

“no no no! its ok! anyways got to go tay. good luck!” you say while hanging up.

you sigh and fall back onto your mattress.

“you’ve never had sex before?” eddie questioned.

your eyes go wide. no. he couldn’t have. did he hear your entire conversation? you felt so embarrassed.

“no, I haven’t” you said sheepishly.

“jesus christ y/n, you’re missing out so much” eddie said, both of you staring at the ceiling from your beds.

“well maybe one day,” you responded to eddie with a sigh.

“i could show you.” eddie replied quietly, turning to look at you, as your eyes were as wide as saucers. you really did like eddie. you thought he was hot, funny, nice, and interesting to talk to. but you thought he wouldn’t want to do that with someone as inexperienced as you.

“are you sure? i mean i’m super inexperienced, i’ve only kissed guys before…” you said, instantly regretting how much you’d already shared. you didn’t want to finally ruin your chance with eddie.

“jesus y/n, that just makes you even hotter,” he said with a smirk as you walk over to his bed. “but are you sure you want to lose your virginity to me? i mean i know that it means a lot to other people, but I’m not sure about you, and we can do whate-“

“oh god Eddie just shut up and kiss me,” You said, breathily cutting him off whilst getting on his bed and straddling him. you suddenly felt really horny, and you felt a wet spot growing on your panties. you started to kiss him gently, which progressed into a more rough make out . when your lips finally disconnected, you got a good look at him. the light from your lamp shined onto him, and he looked incredibly hot under you in his plaid pajama pants and a thin white t-shirt that said Hellfire Club on it. his hair was ruffled up a little, and his lips were swollen from missing you. you could also feel his erection under you. you start to grind your hips onto his, both of you guys letting out moans and whimpers.

“are you sure you’ve never done this before?” eddie joked, moaning immediately after as his eyes rolled to the back of his head from the pleasure. eddie’s grip on your hip tightened as his hips bucked up. you chuckled but didn’t respond as the pleasure was starting to build up. you could feel your impending orgasm, so you got off of eddie to strip. eddie got the message and started to take off his clothes too, leaving you both naked. eddie brought his hand down to your thighs and starts trailing them up to your pussy.

“eddie. stop teasing-“ you whine out, but eddie caught you off guard and suddenly thrusted two of his fingers into your cunt. you moaned at the sudden contact as eddie’s fingers thrusted in and out of you.

“so wet, and all for me?” eddie said with a grin. you moan in response as you were too divulged in pleasure to form words. he slowly added another digit and soon had you shaking on top of him. the only sound in the room was your moans and the lewd sound of eddie’s fingers thrusting in and out of your wet pussy. and eddie’s occasional praises of course.

“you’re doing so good princess,” eddie groaned, admiring the mess of you that he had created. his other hand that was on your hip moved down to your clit and started rubbing it in circles. that was all you needed to push you off the edge. you started shaking and writhing while moaning profanities as your juices dripped from eddie’s fingers to his lower abdomen.

“fuck eddie,” you said trying to catch your breath, “that felt so good.”

“yeah princess? well we aren’t done,” he responded while smirking at you.

eddie quickly flipped you over so now he was on top and hovering over you. he peppered your face with kisses as you giggled. you felt the tip of his cock teasing your folds.

“c’mon eddie stop being such a tease,” You groaned.

“alright y/n,, but before we do this, I need to know that you’re totally okay with this.”

“please eddie, just do it,” you whined out, and that was all he needed before entering you.

he started off gentle, as his cock entered your pussy. even though he had already stretched you out, it still burned. you winced and eddie noticed, but you signaled that you were okay. he stayed inside you, not moving until you said you were okay with him moving. he started to thrust in and out gently, and the pain started to subside into pleasure.

“oh my god eddie this feels so good,” you moaned out.

“oh baby you feel so tight,” eddie moaned out. he thrusted in and out of you at a quicker pace letting out low groans and moans. the squelching sounds of your wet pussy as eddie penetrated you unmercifully turned you on even more. he quickly took your tit in his hand and started sucking on your nipple. he left hickeys around it, making sure to mark you as his, you let out a pornographic moan as you felt another orgasm forming. eddie took your moan as a sign of encouragement, and kept going. his moans vibrated against your sensitive nipple, leaving you in a hazy state of pleasure and ecstasy.

“oh eddie!” you moaned out when he moved his hand down to your clit.

“im gonna come sweetheart,” eddie whispered as he let out an erotic whimper.

“m-me too,” you stuttered out.

eddie started to quicken his pace, leaving you in a moaning and writhing mess under him. your reached your high fairly quickly and you came all over eddie’s cock as you squirted on his hips, legs and the bed. that was surely going to leave stains for him to clean up later. eddie came inside of you soon after as his hips stuttered and bucked up into your over sensitive cunt. you whimpered as you were shaking under eddie from all the stimulation.

“that was so amazing,” eddie said with a raspy voice as you were both coming down from your highs. before you could respond, eddie moved down and connected his lips with your pussy. he licked a stripe up to your clit as you tangled your shaky hands into his hair, as you were still sensitive from your last orgasm. eddie lapped up all your juices and his cum from your dripping and pulsing cunt.

“you taste so good darling,” eddie said while coming back up to kiss you. he smirked as he knew you could taste your own cum on his lips.

“t-thank you eds,” you said breathily.

“no problem y/n,” he responded with a cheeky smile. “so… do you still regret letting me move in?”

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