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deadsetobsessions · 2 months

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Gotham rained a lot more than Amity ever did.

Danny could not help but appreciate the differences. From the way the city itself curled around her inhabitants to the weather, Gotham was far darker than Amity ever managed to be.

Still, there were similarities. The screams, for one. In Amity, it was ghosts, their victims, and whichever ghostbuster of the day rocking up to rock each other’s shit. Another similarity? Danny’s inability to not get himself into troublesome shit, because he could never ignore a cry for help.

That scream was a cry for help if he’s ever heard one.

Danny cursed himself as he slipped through the alleyways, strides becoming smoother and agile than he normally walked like. He stuck to the shadows, the prickling of ghostly senses and honed vigilante instincts guiding him towards the scream. It was a man, getting stabbed by a guy in a red helmet.

Danny maintained that he was new here.

Which is why his foot connected solidly with Red Helmet's... red helmet.

"Motherfuc-" Red Helmet shouted as he was punted several feet away.

"Holy shit dude, are you good?"

Danny helped the guy up.

"Thank fuck! Back up! What took you so long?! Boss is gunna be so pissed if we're late!"

Hold up. Boss?

"Boss?"

“Black Mask, asshole! We gotta go before he decides to cut off our limbs!”

Danny yanked the guy to the side just as a bullet ricocheted off the rusted fire escape.

“Ope!”

“You’re not going anywhere.” A mechanical voice growled behind them.

“Oh fuck, Red Helmet guy.” Danny muttered.

“Shit, ya gotta run, tell boss I got caught.” The injured goon- because it was now apparent to Danny that the guy was working for someone dangerous- said. Danny appreciated the thought, but he only intervened because the guy was getting stabbed.

“Uh,” Danny hesitated. Clearly the guy had the wrong idea.

“Don’t make a move, unless you want your fucking heads blown off,” Red Helmet guy- wait, why does he feel liminal?- raised his guns. “Why don-”

Red Helmet guy was cut off by the thud of the now unconscious goon.

His helmet tilted down and then back up at Danny.

“Guess it’s just you and me,” Helmet guy sneered out. “Better tell me everything you know about Black Mask, or else you’ll get a taste of what he had.”

Danny held up his hands even though he knew he could just let the bullets phase through him. The smart thing would be to absolve himself and not get in the middle of two criminal’s beef as a civilian.

Danny’s full name, however, could have been Danny ‘Dumb Decisions’ Fenton. So, Danny practically interjected himself like an overexcited puppy at a doggy daycare.

“Okay, no need to get bloody. But uh, I have a question.”

Red Helmet cocked his head and mockingly gestured with his gun. “Sure, why not.”

Danny let as much of his midwestern accent into his voice as possible. “Who’s, uh, Black Mask?”

Red Helmet paused. Then he sighed. “You’re not from here, are you?”

“No…? I’m, uh, new in town.”

Red Helmet lowered his guns, and for some reason, Danny could tell that he was exasperated.

“Why would you even get in between a fight, dumbass? I have a gun! I coulda killed ya! He’s a criminal’”

Danny protested. Rude! “In my defense, you were stabbing him! You’re a criminal too, you know!”

“That makes it worse! You-!” Red Helmet paused. “Wait, do you even know who I am?”

Danny let his gaze wander down to the red bat-shaped logo on the guy’s chest. “Uh… Red Helmet… bat-guy?” He hazarded a guess.

“Oh my god, you’re an idiot.”

Danny gaped. “Excuse me?!”

“You heard me,” Red Helmet put his gun back and planted his fists on his hips. “You’re an idiot. Who gets in between a vigilante and the goon of a crime lord.”

Danny crossed his arms, leveling an unimpressed look at Red Helmet. “I’ve never heard of a vigilante killing someone, Red Helmet Bat-Guy.”

“It’s Red Hood.” Red Helmet sighed, walking closer. “And I wasn’t going to kill him.” Danny scoffed.

Danny relaxed, sensing the truth coming from Red Helmet guy’s liminal aspects.

“He’ll die looking at your ugly mug,” Danny sassed. “You’re gonna get him to a hospital, right? I’ll go with you.”

“Are you midwesterners all this trusting? What if I was the goon and this guy was the vigilante?”

Red Hood hiked the goon over his shoulder in a fireman carry. Danny followed after him.

“He’s the one that told me to go running back to his boss, Red Helmet.”

“It’s Red Hood.”

“That doesn’t look like a hood.”

Danny grinned as Red Helmet grumbled. How interesting! Maybe he won’t miss Amity as much as he thought he would!

“Ugh, fine, I guess someone’s gotta watch your dumb ass so you don’t get mugged.”

“I can take care of myself!”

Hood grunted. “I guess that kick wasn’t half bad.”

Danny beamed at him. “Thanks!”

——

Danny chucked a chimichanga at Red Hood.

“Wait a minute, you’re a crime lord! Being a goon was way less illegal than being a vigilante crime lord!”

Red Hood cackled at him.

#danny phantom #red hood #batman #jason todd #dc x dp #dpxdc #bamf danny phantom #Danny the extrovert who adopted Jason the introvert

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tqmies · 7 months

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ZB1 + Jealous Sex

ZB1 after one of you is jealous!

note: legal members only (not including gunwook or yujin!) & as always, minors dni!

JIWOONG's eyebrows just furrow because, really? Did you seriously think any of these run-of-the-mill men at this party could make him feel insecure? They don't but they do manage to piss him off. Why were you so close to them? You were just being friendly? You're a liar.

You babble incoherently as he held the vibrator to your abused cunt, having climaxed more times than you could count before having it ripped away by his hands. All he did was crudely laughs at your expense. "What's wrong baby? Earlier you had no problems acting like a slut. I'm just treating you like one."

You knew ZHANG HAO was cute, everyone knew it. Doesn't mean you appreciate everyone flirting with him though.. And his seemingly oblivious act to it all has you seeing red. God, you had to teach him a lesson.

"Babe, s-slow down." He lets out, cock already spent, your eagerness to get him to cum again has him tearing up. His face red as he bites his bottom lip, letting out low whimpers. You continue bouncing on him though, fingers digging into his shoulders as you use them as an anchor. You scoff, trying not to let any moans slip out. "Think any of those girls out there could have you like this baby?"

HANBIN knows that it's not your fault, but it doesn't stop him from getting a little jealous! His friends had crashed your beach date, catching your body in its full glory in the cute bikini you donned. He swears one of them even popped a boner from it!

"You're mine," He growled, your leg thrown over his shoulder. He hadn't even managed to slip your bikini off, only pushing it to the side enough to enter his fat tip into you. Could you blame him? You just looked so good in it! "Only I get to touch you like this, right?"

MATTHEW had been begging you to join him at the gym for months and you finally gave in. Things were fine until you managed to catch a group of girls giggling at your boyfriend in a compression shirt. Leading to an argument that he found himself determined to make up for.

His tongue licked the stripe up your clit, placing light kisses on your thighs to tease you afterwards, before tongue fucking you. "Don't act silly my love, you know you're the only one I want. Those girl's can look all they want, but you're the one that get's me this way."

TAERAE felt the familiar green monster rear its ugly head into his life the minute he spotted you being asked out at the coffee shop he was here to meet you at. You immediately declined the other, but he still couldn't help but feel a little insecure. It was up to you to show him he had no reason to worry.

"Hmm," You mumble, jerking him off as you prepare to deepthroat. He whines, holding your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you press kisses to the flushed tip. "Prettiest cock in the world attached to my pretty boy. No where else I'd rather be then here taking your load down my throat." He can't even manage to stutter a response before you're gagging on his shaft.

You can't blame anyone who hits on RICKY, people flock to him like bee's to honey. But two can play at that game, and you played it quite well, but Ricky doesn't like sharing.

"Gonna fill you with so much cum that it leaks out," He has you folded into a mating press, your walls sucking him in as you jolt from how rough he was fucking you. He was determined to drill into you until your pussy was molded for only him. "Lets see you talk to the guys with it dripping down your legs."

He doesn't get jealous, or at least that's what GYUVIN tells himself. He likes that you get along with his friends! No he doesn't mind one of his friends offering you a jacket. Or saving you a seat by them! It's all perfectly fine.

"Please, please don't leave me. I'd cry every day and- haah - I promise, none of them can treat you like I can." He begs, too busy caught up in his own ministrations that he can't even notice you're fucked too dumb to properly respond. Your back arched as his balls hit your ass with every stroke as you try to keep yourself propped up. "I'm promise I'm good enough, I'll be the best boyfriend- shit - you could ever ask for."

#zb1 smut #zb1 #zb1 imagines #zerobaseone #zerobaseone imagines #zerobaseone x reader #zerobaseone smut #zb1 x reader #zb1 x yn #ricky smut #taerae smut #matthew smut #jiwoong smut #hanbin smut #gyuvin smut #zhang hao smut

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daisynik7 · 3 months

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I blinked and suddenly I had a Valentine

Author's Note: modern setting, no curses, high school setting. ~1.3k words. Divider credit to @/cafekitsune. Title from the song “Valentine” by Laufey. Rice bear bathing in Japanese curry looks something like this (reddit link). Part of the past lives vignettes series. Thank you for reading!

It’s almost the end of January and you’ve spent the past three weeks at your new school eating alone, either in the classroom or in the cafeteria. You’re too shy to socialize with your peers, who are already well-established in their own social circles. This is what happens when you transfer in with less than three months left of the schoolyear. No one wants to be friends with the new girl, right?

Well, two people prove this theory wrong.

Yu Haibara is the first to approach you in the cafeteria during lunchtime. “Hi there!” he greets, taking a seat across from you, a cheerful smile on his face. You can tell from his aura alone that this is someone easy to get along with. Jovial, optimistic, kind-hearted. You’d normally feel nervous interacting with someone you’ve never met before, but his welcoming presence immediately puts you at ease.

He’s followed by a blonde boy, slightly taller, a bit lanky, and sulking behind him. His name is Kento Nanami. You recognize him from your homeroom, though you’ve never spoken before. Occasionally, he eats his meals there, usually in the back with his headphones in, listening to music, while you’re in the front, indulging in whatever homemade bento box you decide to make for yourself that day. It’s crossed your mind more than once to join him so that neither of you are alone, though you’ve chickened out each time, convinced that he’d rather remain that way than be bothered by a nobody. Unlike Haibara, his lips are pressed together in a natural frown. You don’t sense unhappiness or animosity from him; rather, it’s indifference, apathy. When he sits down next to his pal, he gives you a nod, acknowledging you.

Haibara does the courtesy of introductions. You hold your hand out to him, doing the same. He takes it enthusiastically, beaming at you. “I know who you are. I’m a first-year too!”

It doesn’t strike you as odd that he’s already somewhat familiar with you. Instead, you’re relieved to finally be making friends in this cutthroat environment called high school. After this first meeting, the three of you are inseparable. You get on well with Haibara, who’s an expert at keeping the conversation flowing. Nanami doesn’t say much, though you notice his subtle mannerisms that speak volumes more than what his actual words do. You can tell he admires your homemade lunches each time you uncover them at the table. His eyes light up, marveling at whatever creation you’ve concocted the night before: yakisoba, onigiri, chicken stir-fry. He doesn’t say anything, relying on Haibara to do the complimenting. You appreciate how intently he listens to you, even if he doesn’t have much to contribute. In homeroom, you sneak glances at him when your teacher says something particularly ridiculous, to which you spot the faintest hint of a smile flitting on his lips. And you realize that every time you’re walking beside each other, he makes sure to switch his bag to his arm away from you. Part of you hopes the real reason behind this is to be closer to you, but you try to keep those lovelorn thoughts buried in the back of your mind, being certain that’s not the case.

You eventually find out that Haibara has severe allergies, especially during the seasons of Winter and Spring. He explains how he has to take at least a few days off once a month, sometimes an entire week. Today, he dons a face mask, already anticipating it. “Don’t miss me too much,” he jokes, his bright smile noticeable even behind the mask. It’s February now; the three of you sit together at your regular spot in the cafeteria. Nanami eats his rice bowl in silence while you say to Haibara, “You’re going to miss Valentine’s Day.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, smirking. “I guess the two of you will have to be each other’s Valentines.”

At this, Nanami almost chokes on his food, face turning scarlet. He reaches for his water bottle, which is empty, still clearing his throat as he excuses himself to refill it. When you’re alone, you glare at Haibara, scolding him. “Why would you say that?!”

He shrugs innocently. “What’s the big deal? He likes you.”

Your jaw drops at his surprising statement. You’ve always thought that Nanami tolerates you, but you never truly believed he could ever like you. “What do you mean?”

Haibara blinks at you, as if the answer is so obvious. “He told me about you. Said how you always had the most amazing bento boxes for lunch. How cute your smile was whenever you’d take a bite. He was too shy to talk to you first, so he had me do it. You…didn’t know that?”

You stare at him, shaking your head slowly, stunned by this revelation.

He laughs nervously, scratching his head. “Oops.”

Nanami returns, back to his normal self now, remaining quiet. There’s still the faint blush on his cheeks; you pretend not to notice it. Nothing else is mentioned about Valentine’s the rest of the day, though it lingers on your mind the remainder of the week.

Haibara is out sick February 13th, leaving you and Nanami alone together for the first time since you befriended them. You’re curious to see if the dynamic would change, if Nanami would actually speak up now that his buddy isn’t around to fill the void with his amicable chatter. But lunch ends up being a quiet affair. You do your best to ask questions, start conversation, but he’s even more tense than he usually is. When you mention Valentine’s Day tomorrow, the familiar rosy tint spreads across his face. You drop it, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, though you can’t help thinking how sweet he is for reacting that way.

He likes you. The words have been replaying in your head since you heard them. And the truth is: you like Nanami too. Based on what Haibara said, he might be too shy to tell you.

So, you take matters into your own hands.

The next day, February 14th, you come to school carrying a box wrapped in red ribbon. Inside homeroom. You greet Nanami politely, catching the way his gaze drifts to your hands. You smile wider to yourself, excited to present it to him later. At your seat, you can smell the decadent scent of homemade chocolates and heart-shaped candies from the other girls in your class. You get increasingly nervous about the gift, wondering if he’ll receive it well. Still, it’s worth a shot.

When class is over and it’s time for lunch, Nanami waits for you near the door to walk to the cafeteria together. Ready to leave, you stop him, clearing your throat before you announce, “I have something for you.”

His eyes widen, his jaw clenches. It’s obvious he wasn’t expecting this.

You don’t hand it to him, afraid he wouldn’t know what to do with it. Instead, you untie the ribbon yourself, uncovering it. Inside is the bento box you prepared special for him. “I made this for you. Happy Valentine’s Day, Nanami.”

He reaches inside, holding the bento in his hands like found treasure. He snaps the cover off slowly, revealing rice balls formed into a cute bear, bathing in Japanese curry. A sheet of seaweed cut into a heart is placed directly in the center.

You watch him for his response, heart racing against your chest. He inspects it carefully, his expression softening to one of adoration. When he looks at you, he smiles, and you swear you’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Nanami Kento smiling.

“Do you like it?” you ask, needing to hear it in his own words.

He nods, still smiling. “I love it.”

You spend your lunch in the classroom, eating your matching bento boxes together while listening to his music on shared headphones.

For the first time in his life, Nanami has a special Valentine.

#nanami kento fluff #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #Nanami Kento #kento nanami x reader #kento nanami x you #kento nanami fluff #nanami fluff #nanami x reader #nanami x you #jjk fluff #past lives vignette series

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ozzgin · 8 months

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heya...!!!! Sweetypie 🍓🥧🧁.... It's me again, i want to make a request again...if you don't mind 😃.

Can you make a request regarding creepypasta with ticci tobby and eyelash Jack .Previous request for a creepypasta

Most certainly! Though my drafts are a mess so I’m no longer sure what the previous request refers to. ;-; Hopefully this is close to what you pictured.

Yandere! Creepypasta x Reader

Featuring Ticci-Toby and Eyeless Jack and a clueless reader that caught their attention. TW: dubious consent, gore and violence

Ticci-Toby

Oh, he really can’t explain it but you’ve tied his heart into a knot. His chest is tight and it’s almost as if his lungs struggle to get enough oxygen. You seem kind and he can’t help but daydream that he’s the subject to your friendly gestures. He feels like a spoiled child, drinking up every drop of affection, tipsy with delight. If only those doll eyes of yours looked at him.

He’s hesitant to approach you because his moods are so unpredictable. He’d love to shower you in adoration and spend the rest of his life protecting you from any threats. Then comes his rage and he’s tempted to scratch your face off for smiling to anyone else but him. Why are you trying so hard for other people? No one appreciates you as much as he does, (Y/N). Is his attention not enough? Does he need to hold your gaze in by force?

Suffice to say that Ticci-Toby can be extremely jealous and possessive well before you’re even aware of his existence. Unlike Eyeless Jack, however, he is very open about his displays of love and doesn’t wait too long to introduce himself. His impulsive desires take over any consideration he’s had regarding your safety in front of his mood swings. He can worry about it when it actually happens. Now matter the anger, he’d never hurt his darling, would he? It’s the others that will have to pay.

If he’s feeling particularly hyperactive he will begin parroting his reasons for your fated romance and why you were meant to be. If anxiety equates in, the narrations turn into regurgitated, repetitive questions stemming out of insecurity. Are you really certain you haven’t gotten tired of him? Truly, without a doubt? Perhaps you were thinking of leaving him? The interrogations culminate in desperate begging for reassurance. Please let him know you’ll never, ever abandon him. Otherwise he will have to guarantee it himself one way or another.

Eyeless Jack

You happened to be the next victim on his list. The creature stood above your sleeping form in absolute silence. You barely shuffled at the sudden coldness from the edge of the scalpel coming into contact with your abdomen. The blade, however, remained still on the surface. The hollow sockets were fixated on your unconscious face, seemingly deep in consideration.

He can’t quite pinpoint a reasoning to it, but your presence has caught his interest. On the bright side, you get to keep your kidney. The only caveat is that you now have a rather dedicated admirer with a less orthodox approach to his growing crush.

Jack primarily enjoys watching you from afar and leaves only vague hints of his presence. Which, of course, depends on your definition of vague. At first you didn’t make the connection between the people wronging you in your daily life and the mysterious packages you’d receive in the mail containing frozen raw organs. You had assumed some neighbor might’ve gotten some subscription for their dog and messed up the address. As the news piled up, often involving these particular people as abruptly missing, your suspicions increased. Especially after noticing that none of your neighbors seem to have pets. And then the love notes started and you nearly threw up next to your mailbox.

Jack is fidgeting like a schoolgirl upon seeing your reaction to his confessions. Could you be that overwhelmed by his love? It wasn’t a big deal, really. He’s just doing what he’s best at. He’s just glad to ease your life by erasing the factors that upset you. You don’t have to worry about returning his favors. Humans come with two kidneys for a reason, after all. They were made for sharing.

Now that he’s gotten his answer, he can confidently approach you. He can’t wait to get his claws on you. You look stunning from a distance, too, but nothing compares to actually feeling you. Hearing your whimpers of shy protest, sensing the increased pulse tumultuously running through your veins, observing your pupils contract in mild…fear? No, most likely just excitement. His spiraling black eyes (or rather, lack of) devour your presence with anatomical curiosity. If he’s careful enough, he might even play with you a little. He’ll be extra careful with his darling.

#creepypasta #yandere creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanon #ticci toby #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #ticci toby x reader

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intricatechaosofyou · 1 year

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Blind Date Gone…Wrong?

Pairing: Bob Floyd x f!reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Summary: Maybe getting stood up isn’t the worst thing ever

Warnings: drinking, alcohol, language

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You glanced down at your watch for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. It was 7:45, almost a full hour after you were supposed to meet your date. Convinced you needed a boyfriend, or at the very least a hookup, your best friend insisted on setting you up with one of her friends at the office. Having nothing better to do, you agreed.

Your blind date, Thomas, and you had talked, agreeing to meet up at an Italian restaurant on the beach. Putting on one of your favorite dresses that did wonders for your ass and donning a little extra makeup than usual, you had arrived at the restaurant five minutes past seven, fully expecting Thomas to be there. When you discovered he wasn’t, you shrugged it off and ordered yourself a drink while you waited.

You waited for ten minutes before texting him. You never got a response but you decided to wait a little bit longer.

Ten minutes turned into thirty.

And thirty minutes had turned into forty.

The waiter had been asking you if you were ready to order for the past twenty minutes, and yet you still insisted you needed more time, praying that Thomas would walk through the door.

You were starting to get blatant looks of pity from the patrons seated around you.

He wasn’t coming.

You were flagging down the waiter, ready to pay so you could escape the restaurant with some of your pride still intact when a man slid into the seat across from you.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, Darlin’. Maverick kept me late and then traffic was just awful,” he announced loudly before leaning across the table and planting a kiss on your cheek. His voice dropped in volume so only you could hear him when he whispered, “I’m Bob. Just go with it.”

You nodded slightly and tried your best to smile at the man, Bob apparently, once he pulled away from you. “Don’t worry about it, honey. I was more worried than anything.”

The waiter smiled at the two of you. Whether he was glad your date had finally showed up or glad you were finally going to order, you couldn’t tell.

Once the two of you ordered and the waiter was out of earshot, you turned back to the man seated across from you. “Thank you so much.”

He blushed and nervously rubbed the nape of his neck. “It’s no problem, really.”

“I appreciate it though,” you admitted. “Got stood up and I was getting all those looks of pity.”

“Well, I’m glad I could help.”

You smiled. “So, your name’s Bob?”

He nodded. “Lt. Robert Floyd, but everyone calls me Bob.”

“Lt. Robert Floyd?” You repeated. “You Navy?”

“Yes, ma’am. How’d you know?”

“We are in Fightertown, USA,” you mused with a grin.

“I guess you’re right,” Bob chuckled.

“I’m (y/n) (l/n),” you introduced yourself, sticking your hand out for him to shake.

Bob smiled and grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his lips to leave a kiss on the back of it. “Nice to meet you, (y/n).”

“Nice to meet you, too,” you replied, blush creeping up your face at his actions. “So is this your typical Friday night? Going around saving girls who got stood up?”

“N- no, this is the first time I’ve done this. And whoever stood you up is an idiot,” Bob replied.

You smiled at the man, head tilting slightly. The way he had said it was so genuine, you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell at the comment.

“Thanks, Bob.”

“Anytime, Darlin’.”

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“No way!” You giggled. “I don’t believe it!

Bob shrugged, bashful smile on his face. “Yup. Punched him right in the face.”

“What happened after that?” You questioned, trying to contain your laughter so you could hear more of the story.

“Suspended for two weeks.”

“And the other kid?”

“Nothing.”

You gasped, utterly appalled. “But he was the one being a bully! You were just standing up for your friend!”

“School didn’t see it that way.”

“Well, I do. Looks like you’ve always been a hero, Bob.”

A blush spread across his cheeks. “Anyone would have done it.”

“I don’t think so. You don’t give yourself enough credit, honey.”

The blush on his cheeks deepened as the pet name rolled off your tongue. “It really wasn’t a big deal.”

“If you say so,” you said with a laugh, resting your head on your hand as you gazed at the man.

The two of you had been talking for hours, meals long gone and a crème brûlée now being shared between the two of you. The conversation flowed naturally despite never having met before. You had talked about almost everything, from why you were in Miramar, childhood memories, to your favorite ice cream flavors.

“So, what’s it like being in the Navy?” You asked, pointing your spoon at him.

“It’s fun. I’m a Weapons System Officer which means I’m in charge of all the weapons in the back of the plane. Phoenix is my pilot.”

“Phoenix?” You question, tilting your head.

“That’s her call sign. Everyone has one,” Bob explained. “There’s Phoenix, Rooster, Hangman, Payback.”

“So what’s yours?”

“Uhh…Bob,” he admitted bashfully, eyes not meeting yours.

You grinned and let out a small giggle. “I like it. I think it suits you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, short and sweet.”

“Calling me short, Darlin’?” Bob joked.

“Definitely,” you replied with a wink.

———————

When the cheque came, Bob swiped it up before you could even touch it.

“To repay you for letting me crash your date,” he explained.

“‘Crash my date?’” You repeated. “Bob, you saved it.”

“Then to repay you for your company.”

You pouted and leaned back in your chair. “Fine. But you let me pay next time.”

“‘Next time?’”

Your cheeks heated up as you realized your mistake. “Not that there has to be a next time. I just had a lot of fun and thought maybe we could do this again. But that was a very bold assumption,” you rambled.

“Actually, I was gonna ask if I could see you again?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I had a really good time tonight,” Bob admitted, awkwardly shoving his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

Smiling, you reached across the table to grab his hand. “I’d like that.”

“Next Friday?” Bob suggested.

“It’s a date.”

———————

The two of you walked outside the restaurant hand in hand, giggling like a couple of high schoolers.

“Well, my car’s this way,” you mumbled, pointing behind you.

“Mine’s the other way,” Bob replied, frown making its way onto his face.

“Then I guess this is where we part,” you sighed dramatically. “But I’ll see you next Friday?”

Bob nodded. “Six o’clock.”

You smiled. “Goodnight, Bob.”

“Goodnight, (y/n).”

With a sudden burst of confidence you grabbed his collar and pressed your lips to his, relishing in the small gasp that left him. His hands came to rest on your hips as your mouths slotted together almost perfectly.

It wasn’t a long kiss, but it was long enough to leave Bob a mess when you pulled back. His glasses were knocked askew on the bridge of his nose, his cheeks were flushed, and a bit of your lipstick was now staining the side of his mouth.

You giggled at his appearance and patted his bicep. “You good there, Robby?”

“Better than that,” he whispered.

“I should get going.”

He nodded and pecked your lips once more before letting you go.

As you walked away, you couldn’t help but spare one more glance at the man. He was walking in the opposite direction, fist pumping as he went.

You smiled to yourself. Maybe this blind date wasn’t a total disaster after all.

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screaminglygay · 7 months

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KINKTOBER day 5

pairing: ghostface! sam carpenter x fem!reader

summary: you and sam are besties, but do you tell each other everything? (what is this? i dunno)

warnings: smut!!!, dom!sam x sub!reader, sam is a big meanie for a little, spanking, degradation, dirty talk, swearing, killing mentioned, tiny bit of knife play, slapping, crying, not proofread, if anything else, let me know - I’ll add it

word count: 4.4k

an: enjoy I guess, let me know your opinions, also thanks for so much support with wanda, tbh I though that it won’t do this great, but it did and all of you are so horny freaks, including myself, but truly I appreciate it!!!💕💕

(italics = your thoughts)

!MDNI!

Enjoy this spooky season and be safe!

The phone rings again, hidden caller. Picking up a secret number is really not your style. You let it ring, if they truly need you, they will write you a message.

Buzz.

Oh and they do need something important. You take your phone and look at the notification.

Hidden number

8:36PM

Call me ASAP, please! I can´t open the excel!

You calmed down a little bit as it was probably your classmate and accidentaly made their phone number hidden. Taking a deep breath before calling someone was always your go to thing, since the whole situation is very stressfull, you´d much rather write a long paragraph over a text, then just call someone. But since it´s about school, you´re less nervous.

You finger touch the last missed call and it starts to ring, as soon as you see that the other side picked it up, you started to speak.

"Hey! Sorry, I didn´t hear the phone. Anyways what´s going on with that file?" You took your notebook in case you have to make step by step tutorial to your classmate, because it wouldn´t be for the first time.

"No one ever told you lying is bad, (Y/N)?" You didnt recognize the voice, it wasn´t a voice you remember anyone having from your class, or the whole school. It was deep, raspy and mostly scary. You didn´t like horrors very much, but you were positive that you´ll get prank called or jumpscared by some idiot. And here they are, idiot on the line, at least that´s what you think.

"Haha very funny..." You´re mostly annoyed, but there is this side of little you, who is hoping this is truly your idiot classmate and no one else. "Do you wanna help with the sheet or not?"

Long big sigh can be heard on the other side. "And I thought you were a nice girl, (Y/N). Guess I was wrong. Don´t worry, we´ll work on that."

Now your little scary thought became a little bit bigger. You weren´t so sure it was someone you know.

"Who am I speaking with? Sorry, I don´t have your number added." You hoped they would say your name, you would stop panicking and it would be done it two minutes.

"Someone who likes to play games. (Y/N), would you like to play a game?" the raspy voice asked.

"No, thank you." Out of nervousness and mostly fear you hang up. You didn´t even realize until you stoped hearing the rapsy breath. Even if there was a truly a classmate who wanted a help, they shouldn´t prankcall you. Gosh how much you hated these things.

The phone didn´t ring again for quite some time, so you just let it go. Taking a long shower sounded like the best idea now. Out of the closet you took oversized shirt and some shorts and you headed to the bathroom. Doing your usual skin care routine went on automatic and brushing your teeth as well.

Coming back to your room, you notice that you left your closet opened, you sigh and close the door. Being too tired to prepare your clothes for tomorrows school day. As you lay on your bed, you hug your big teddy bear and your eyes immedietly close as you drift to sleep.

...

The next day goes smooth, first lecture was actually really interesting and you didn´t felt tired at all. You had your morning coffee and today was just a good day, you could feel it. You didn´t have those in a while, so it is very welcome.

Second lecture was indeed boring, but at least you know that the human eye blinks an average of 4 200 000 times a year, which is... a new information, that´s for sure. But the professor ended class sooner, so at least you had more time for lunch. And that´s a plus.

As you´re sitting alone, eating your lunch on a bench in a park, where you like to spend your free time between the classes, someone taps on your shoulder.

"Oh hi, Sam!" You smile, seeing your friend always makes your day better. "What are you doing here, I thought you´re working today." You scoop so Sam can sit next to you.

Sam met you when you were running late, literally. You two bumped into each other few months ago and because you spilled your coffee on her, you just had to pay for it somehow. So after you quickly gave her your number and basically sprinted out, Sam made sure you´ll keep your promise. And you did, few days after that you two met again and over a coffee realized how much things you two have in common.

She seemed like a cold and closed of person at first, but she is actually the sweetest teddy bear, as you like to call her for fun. Sam told you many times she hated it, but you made a good points that she is just so sweet, big and you feel safe when you´re around her, just like with teddy bear in your bed. And she was a taller than you, so that´s another point. After few "arguments" she actually let you win, so she is now your big and protective teddy bear.

You two started to hang out more and more, which just confirms your initial click, that Sam felt as soon as she laid her eyes on your sweet and innocent face.

"Well maybe I lied and I wanted to suprise you." Sam answers as she sits next to you.

"I am surprised," you giggle. "I have like a hour and something before my next lecture, so..." You look at your phone.

"Good." Sam smiles and tilts her head, she notices that you´re smiling ear to ear. "What got you smiling like that, (Y/N)?"

"Hm... nothing in particular, but it´s just a good day. And I´m enjoying a every single bit of it." You answer and your cheeks start to hurt a bit from all the smiling, you did in the last 10 minutes.

"Oh, I see. As you should." She nudges your arm with hers. "What are you doing after school?"

"I have to finish some excel to my statistic class, but besides that... nothing." Your thoughts are taking you back to last night and your weird call, with who you thought was your classmate.

Sam notices your smile fading and put her hand on your thigh, something she did pretty often, but it brings you butterflies everytime. "(Y/N)?"

"Hm? Yeah?" Sam just raises her eyebrow. "It´s nothing, I just had this weird person from school call me yesterday and... yeah, it was weird. A stupid prankcall." You roll your eyes.

Sam move her hand on your thigh up and down, trying to sooth you. "What did they say?"

"Just some stupid stuff, like do you want to play a game. Do I look like I want to play a game?" You sigh.

"Depends on the game. Horor game? Probably not. The Sims 4? Absolutely yes." Sam chuckles as you punch her arm.

"Every woman has her needs, mine is playing The Sims. Can you blame me?" You laugh, Sam always helps you with your bad and anxious thoughts.

The rest of your free time you two shared a lots of laughs, smiles and overall a good quality time together. Until you had to go back to your lectures, which made your day a little worse, since you wanted to keep talking to Sam.

...

Few hours later you finally finished all of your lectures for the day. You didn´t have that energy boost as you did this morning, but you´re still in a good mood. So you decided to walk from school back to your dorm. And even if it was October, it was still kinda warm outside so you put some soft music on and decided to walk.

Stepping into your dorm you notice that something is bad, you can´t point a finger on what it is, but the vibe seems off. Shaking off the feeling didn´t help for long, because as soon as you reach for your keys the ligh on the other side of the hall just turn off.

"Shit!" You flinch and your hands start to shake. As you succesfully get inside you lock your door faster than ever.

"Oh my god-" you take a few deep breaths. "It was just a light, (Y/N), everything is good. It was just a light." Mumbling out loud these words, in hopes that it will calm you down.

You turn all of your lights in your home on as a prevention for your mind from creating something that is not there. Lastly you go to your bedroom and open the door, you stop in your track in a moment when your eyes met a tall black figure next to your opened closet.

A cold shivers run down your spine, but with confidence it´s just your mind playing tricks you turn on the light even there.

But that choice just showed you, that this time, it´s not your mind playing tricks, but there is actually someone in your house. A tall black silluete turned into a big person with a black cloak and a white mask, looking like a ghost. You´ve seen this mask many times during Halloween parties. Quickly scanning the person you notice that they´re holding a knife. A knife!

"Oh fuck!" You qiuckly close your bedroom door, hoping you will get more time, but of course you had to lock all of your locks and jumping from a window was not an option since you´re living in the 9th floor.

Shit, shit, shit. Wait... I don´t hear anything.

The only thing that you can hear is your heartbeat, no steps, no breathing, just your heart. Looking back, noticing that the door you slammed shut before are now open again.

Your living in your worst shitty nightmare.

It´s a tap on your shoulder that almost makes you lose it. You let out the most horror scream in your entire life, you didn´t even think you could scream like that. The tall person with ghostface mask is standing right next to you, they shake their head and one of their hands makes it over your mouth to keep you shut. As soon as your bodies hit the floor, which suprisingly didn´t hurt at all due to all the adrenaline you have in you, right now. They pull their knife to your face and slowly slide it across your cheek, not hurting you in any way.

Your breathing gets faster and faster to the moment you feel like you start to hyperventillate.

"Hello, (Y/N). You cut our call last night, so I felt like meeting you in person, again, would help us solve the excel problem. Don´t you think?" It was the same raspy, deep voice you heard yesterday over the phone.

"I- uh s-sure." You nod as you mumble your answer agaist her hand, noting better came to your mind.

"Sure? Now you don´t have a problem with that, but yesterday you cut me off like I was a fucking no one?!" Now you were truly hoping that this is just a nightmare and you will wake up. "Isn´t it fair if i cut you off too? So you would now how it feels?" Their knife is swinging infront of your face again.

"I- No, please, don´t. I- i uh I´m sorry!" You mumble agaist their hand.

The person on top of you just laughs and bring your hand above your head and now you can´t move at all.

"I think it´s fair, you know how shitty I felt? And today you´re doing like nothing happened? Like I was just.. what did you described me as... as a weird person who said stupid stuff?" Their face coming closer to you. "I think it´s fair to show me some fucking respect." you feel a slight sweet cologne coming from that person.

A scent you know very well, It starts with a fresh burst of citrus, like a mandarin. With a little hint of vanilla and amber adds depth and warmth. This scent is a subtle and comforting, like a cherished memory to you. A cherished person, you know too well.

It can´t be...

Your eyes shift, looking over the mask again, your eyes anaylzing from side to side, like you´re trying to read their mind through the eyes on the mask.

They tilt their head again, the knife slowly going away from your face. You hope that what you thing is just a big misunderstanding, it can´t be her. Not your Sam.

"Sammy?" You mumble as their hand is going away from your mouth. Few tears forming in your eyes.

"Oh look at you, you figured it out." She takes her mask of and it was like a bullet straight through your heart. "Now be quiet or I´ll shut you up." She picks you up, like nothing and wallks quickly into your bedroom.

This was not your Sam, not your friend, she look like her, but her actions were the exact opposite of your comfort person.

She throws you at the bed and you´re now laying on your stomach, she comes closer to you again and whispers into your ear.

"Every woman has her needs, mine is playing with you, (Y/N). Can you blame me?" She chuckles as she repeat what you´ve said earlier. "Ass up." She put her hands on your hips and you put your ass up, as she told you. Too scared to do anything else. "Good girl." Sam praises you.

"S-Sam.." you whine out between with your tears streaming down your face.

"Oh shush, did no one told you to speak nicely about your friends? And not talk-" she spanks you, hard, "shit about your friends?" Sam spanks you again, this time it was even harder.

"I´m sorry, Sam- I didn´t-" you try to talk, but it´s hard when your face is burried in the pillows.

"I. Dont. Want. To. Hear. It. Now." Her voice was harsh and so was her hands on your ass with each words she growls into your ear, even when you have your clothes on, it still hurts too much. "Just take what I give you and then we might talk." Without any warning she takes your pants off, slicing your shirt and throwing it away.

"No bra?" Sam laughs. "You went the whole day without a fucking bra, you´re so pathetic, (Y/N)." She runs her knife on your back, she´s doesn´t want to hurt you really, at least not right now. "You did this on purpose? You´re look so innocent, but you´re not so innocent, are you?" Her hands find its way on your tits, she give them a tight squeeze and you can´t help, but let out a big moan.

You like this, which shock you more than the fact, that Samantha Carpenter broke into your house, just to play with you.

Her big strong arms, oh god how much you love her amrs. The way they hold you during your sleepovers, how they caught you everytime you walk into the street without looking both sides, or how they always brought comfort to you. Everytime.

But now? It´s totally different now, at least that´s what you think and Sam noticed that. And she can´t have you be thinking this much, when she wants to have her sweet time with you.

Her hands playing with your nipples, pinching each one very hard for you to come back to her. And you did, you realize just now that you´re not crying anymore, you´re just a moaning mess.

"You´re doing so good, look at you, mi amor, taking all the spanks as a punishment for how mouthy you were." You can sense the smile in her words and it´s like your Sammy is speaking to you, which instantly make your worries go away. Your body relaxes againt her and she can feel it, it´s like a small win for her. "Good, just like that."

You moan once again, it was more a needy moan than anything else. One second you´re on your stomach and the other one, you´re on your back, Sam holding your waist to scoop you closer to herself. She´s still wearing the black cloak, that don´t scare you anymore. If anything it is kinda attractive, that she´s still in her clothes and you´re just in your panties.

Looking at her with needy eyes was something that Sam saw a many times. Begging her to pick you up after school, or give you her hoodie, when you were cold. Or those many times when you cannot reach something, because it was way to high.

But this time you have this spark in your eyes, the good girl was gone, now Sam could really see the needy whore, who hid under the inoccent cover for the whole time. And this time Sam takes this as the ultimate win.

"Please-" you whine.

The most confident smirk appears on Sam´s face as her hands runs down your body, finally kissing your neck. "Please what?" Sam asks you between those sloppy kisses.

You let out another whine.

"I´m letting you speak, if i was you, i´d better use it." She bites your neck, which will definetly make a nasty bruise.

"Use me." Your move your head, so Sam has better acces to your neck.

"Oh wow, such a fitlhy words, for such a pretty little girl." She chuckles as she keep kissing your neck, her hands finding your tits again.

You never knew your nipples were this sensitive, but Sam knows. Of course she does. You feel as her hands are grooping your breasts, but you´re not satysfied, you want to see her, so you tug on her cloak and let out a whine.

"What?" She mumbles agaist your neck and then she pulls away to make eye contact with you.

"I wanna see you." You tug on her cloak again, "please."

Sam without a beat took her cloak off and she was now in her black underwear, sitting on top of you as your eyes wonder. She gives you a little time for checking her out and god you could stare at her for days. The light in your room making her muscles look even sharper, not that she needs it, but you just can´t have enough of her.

"You´re not so sad now, huh?" She smirks again, fuck how much you hated that confident smirk. Without waiting for your actual response, she dive back, her lips on your neck, making sure that after tonight everybody knows who do you belong to.

After a few minutes of Sam being basically a vampire, she starts to kiss her way down, slowly as she stops at your nipples again. Slowly, but hasrshly sucking on them, making sure to keep an eye contact with you. " Keep your eyes at me." You could cum just from watching her.

She treats you like a blank canvas, and as a skilled artist, she must make sure that you are painted with her in the end and with a pleasure you won´t forget.

Her big muscular hands are sliding down your body, pinching your inner thighs to tease you. She knows what you want, but she won´t give in that easily, even when you´re looking at her with those cute and innocent eyes.

Your hands are sliding off your panties, but Sam qiuckly takes your hands. "They are staying on and keep your hands above your head." Her raspy voice sends shivers down your pussy, that is now drenched, because of her touches and skilled movements.

You put your hands back above your head, wiggling a little to show Sam how impatient you are. She just sends you a quick slap on your thigh and you giggle.

Her finger slowly going up and down your clothed pussy, you can already see how wet your panties are and if Sam wasn´t that needy, she would make fun of you. Seeing you like this gives her so much power and let´s be real you are really feeding her ego.

"Sam!" You move your hips up, hoping she will actually do something.

"(Y/N)!" She mocks you with innocent smile on her face.

"Fuck- I need your fucking hands in me or I swear I´m gonna lose it!" You did lose it already.

"You want my fucking hand in you? You like my hands?" Sam whispers.

"I do! So much! I need your big hands in me, please!" You shift towards her again.

"Aww pretty little girl, do you think that your pussy will take my big hands?" Sam´s finger barerly toucing your slit.

"Yes! I can take it!" You think that you will be crying from the frustration.

"Say it."

"My little pussy will take your big fucking fingers! Hands! Whatever you give me, I can take it, Samantha!" You groan.

"Oh you´re using my full name, you really need it, huh?" She smirks again, but your wish is her command and in the end she wants to make you feel good. Pushing your panties to the side, your juices are everywhere and god she loves it.

"Is this for me?" Sam softly asks.

"Only for you." You give her a small smile.

"In that case-" she slides her two fingers in you, slowly pushing in and out. Sam already feels your pussy pulsating and her fingers get almost swallowed by you. "Oh wow, I was so wrong about you and I´m so happy I was." She adds another finger.

You whine, you feel aready so close, your pussy is feeling like it´s on fire, your hips going up and down and Sam´s just enjoying the view. You want more, so you feel like grabing Sam´s hand is a good idea. She raises her eyebrow and slip her fingers out of you.

You whine out, immedietly feeling empty, you feel like you gonna burst out, you really need to cum, but now you lost everything that felt good.

Sam slaps your pussy one time, but damn it´s painful. "I said, keep your hands to yourself." Her fingers slides quickly back into you, both of you know, that you´re very close.

"Ple-" you can´t even finish the word without a moan.

"Go on, scream. I want you to fucking scream my name, mi amor." She uses both of her hands now, one sliding in and out of you and the other one playing with your clit, which is something that gets you over the edge pretty easily.

Your whole body flex under her touch, this is the best release you ever had, it felt better than anything in this world, she definetly know what she´s doing. As you scream her name, Sam slows down her movements, for you to ride it all out, without being too overstimulated.

Sam gives you two kisses on each of your inner thighs and then kiss her way back up. She´s smiling and you are too.

The atmosphere went from being scared of your life to you having THE time of your life.

"There you go, little girl. How are we feeling hm?" Sam whispers into your ear as she wraps her strong hands around you.

"Fucking confused." You let out a small giggle.

"Watch your tone, young lady." Her hand squeezes your wrist.

"I- I´m good. Just... what just happened?" You lean into her.

Sam laughs as you´re confused. "You know I hate Halloween, you scared the living shit out of me with this prank, Sam. If you wanted to... you know, you could´ve just asked. I though you were some murderer!" You lazily mumble as you are half asleep already.

"Yeah and I love Halloween and asking you for a fuck session is not so fun. Me a murderer? Oh please." She kisses your head.

"Hmm.. whatever." You are too tired to have this conversation with her.

As you fall asleep in the arms of Samantha Carpenter you felt happy, today was really a great day.

Sam made sure you were dead asleep before getting up from the bed, but as soon as she did, you instantly start to move in discomfrot. She quickly grab your teddy bear and made you cuddle him instead and her plan worked. Cute smile was on your face again and Sam was glad you had this stuffie here as a replacement for her, when she needs to do her job. She knew you will be overthing when you woke up to an empty bed, so she quickly scribble down a note.

"I´ll call you later, I had to go to work, -s"

She took her knife that was laying on the ground, take on her cloak and last but not least take on her ghostface mask and went to work.

She was never a murderer, she was and still is just a protector. Especially when it comes to you.

…

Of course you had to call Sam, when you heard the news.

"Hi, how is my sleepyhead?" She chuckles into the phone.

"Hey, um... did you hear the news?" You quickly say to her, as you´re almost out of breath.

"What news?" She asks you.

"There was a murder, someone in a ghostface mask was seen few streets from my dorm. They killed a girl from my statistic class, I mean... I didn´t know her, but it´s still scary." As you say this, goosbumbs appear on your arms.

"Oh shit, that´s... scary even for me. Are you okay?" Sam asks with concern.

"Yeah, I didn´t know her or anything, but it´s crazy. Especially when you can buy the mask anywhere, since you have it too." You ramble over the phone.

"Right. It´s like I killed her, right?" Sam responds.

"Sam, don´t joke about these things. Can you maybe come to mine after work?" You really need her, to protect you and make you feel safe again.

"Give me 15 minutes." And with that Sam hang up. Drove away from the empty parking lot, where she watched your classmate, Tony. She heard a few stories from you, that Tony was being a dick during your presentation and no one can be a dick to you. No one.

And today is Tony’s lucky day, because you need her now and that´s way important. When she´s with you, no one can hurt you.

Only she can and that´s how it should be all the time.

Thank you for reading! Have a great day!!! And tell me what you think<3

#adele writes #samantha carpenter #samantha carpenter x reader #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #ghostface!sam #scream universe #kinktober 2023

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catcze · 7 months

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Hiii catte, just wanted to appreciate your work towards the whoreslay nation I EAT UP everything you put out.

Hmmmm as for wrio thoughts, maybe him making pink coloured tea after finding out it’s your favourite colour 😏 better yet, a pink themed tea party.

(yes I am encouraging you to write something self-indulgent because the yoinking accessories off your person fic has been rotting in my brain despite my irl aesthetic being like wrio. I just think it’s cute :])

Take care and have a lovely day/evening/night✨

anon i literally love youuu thank you for enabling me to be self indulgent tee hee ♡ take care too baby !!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

It's something so offhanded— you hadn't expected him to give it much importance.

"Something wrong with the tea?" Wriothesley asks one afternoon, brows furrowing when he notices that you had yet to take a sip of your teacup. Instead, you had been staring at your drink for quite some time, lost in thought.

His question startles you out of whatever thoughts you were having, though. "What? Oh— no no, nothing like that. It's just... the color's really pretty," you tell him bashfully, a small smile on your face.

Wriothesley looks down at his own cup in thought. To him it's just... pink? It tasted good, don't get him wrong. Sweeter than some of the other teas he had served before, thanks to the dries strawberries and raspberries that had been infused into the tea. But he didn't realize that it was something you found particularly entrancing.

That one instance with the tea makes him notice something afterwards: you always had something pink on your person. Whether that be a charm, an accessory, a piece of clothing, or if your whole outfit was just the color pink. Even the color of some of the foods you eat— cakes with pink berry cream, milk colored pink with strawberries, you name it. If there's food with anything pink on it, chances are you're going to try it. Wriothesley honestly wonders how he doesn't realize it sooner.

When you walk up the stairs to Wriothesley's office, you're expecting it to be just any other afternoon tea session with him. Maybe, if he wants to spice things, he got his hands on a foreign blend that he wants you to taste. Maybe he brought some cakes and crepes from a new bakery in the city.

What you are not expecting, however, is for his dark and relatively industrial-looking office to be covered head to toe in pink.

All you can do is gape, mouth open as you try to take in the barrage of pastel pinks, creams, and whites that decorate the whole space. Even Wriothesley himself, who meets you at the landing of the staircase, has donned a little bit of pink against his otherwise black outfit— one of your pink neck ties replaces his usual red, and a heart shaped earring dangles from his ear, both obviously pilfered from your collection.

"What—" you can't help but giggle, giddy and overcome with wonder. "What is this?"

"Nothing special," your boyfriend says humbly, even though what he did means the world to you. "Just wanted to do something nice for you, is all. You really seem to like the color pink, so I thought to myself... giving you a pink tea party is definitely something I can do."

You can feel your heart swell, choking up because damn you love this man so much, and he loves you even more. You can't bring yourself to say anything, can't even will away the tears gathering in your eyes because you're so touched by this sweet, sweet man and all the love he's handed to you on a silver platter. You sniff, and you can already feel the waterworks coming.

Wriothesley panics when he sees the way your lip wobbles and the way your eyes shine with tears. He grimaces, hands immediately going to your arms to hold you and pull you close. And if anything, that just makes you cry even more.

"What's wrong, baby?" he murmurs into your hair, hand petting your back in an attempt to soothe you. You just hiccup, burying into his warm chest even further, neither of you caring about how you're getting tears on his shirt.

You cry for a bit more and Wriothesley lets you, cooing into your ear. He hugs you close, kisses your forehead, and runs his hands through the ends of your hair, carefully undoing any tangles. And when the tears die down, you pull away from his chest with a small sniff, just enough to be able to look at his face.

"All done?" He asks, and you nod, rubbing the tears from your eyes. No doubt you look like a mess— bitten lips, tear stains, swollen eyes and messy hair, but Wriothesley still looks at you like you're the only thing in this world worth looking at.

"Sorry," you begin, voice hoarse, "I- I just really love this—" you cast a glance around the room, eyes tearing up again, but you try your best not to cry this time. "And I just really love you. So, so, so much. You make me so happy," you tell him, leaning close and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Wriothesley's heart races. His face flushes and his hands shake and gods he can feel an itch in his eyes that he does his best to tamp down, because no doubt if he started crying, so would you, and the tea he worked so hard to prepare would go cold, and he can't have that. So he inhales deeply, wipes away your tears with the pad of his thumb, and leads you by the hand to the pink table where your pink tea party awaits.

"I love you too, sweetheart," He murmurs, sitting across from you, still holding your hand over the table. "Forever and always."

#astronetwrk #「 🐈‍⬛ 」 catcze.desserts #wriothesley x reader #genshin impact x reader #cw gn reader #genshin impact #wriothesley #baby when i tell you i was GIGGLING as i wrote this oh my godddd #this is so self indulgent this is so for ME im whole ass gonna cry

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kairiscorner · 8 months

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what if miguel and y/n switched bodies for a day bc of sum villain that put a spell on them or smth imagine how weirded out the hq would be to see miguel smiling and all cheerful just not being his usual self 💀💀 and y/n being grumpy and petty

HFIREOGHRJTNVEIFBBREUFI BOO, I ... you have awoken my younger self's love for freaky friday (yeah i liked that movie as a kid BWAHHAHAHAHAH) anyway, I LOVE THAT

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

being in your shoes. — miguel o'hara x reader

"wow... i'm a fucking statue come to life." said miguel's awestruck voice with a chuckle following his statement of disbelief. he admired his palms, then his knuckles and the backs of his hands and arms—every vein and every curve, groove, and bump of his muscular arms were just a sight to behold; and the way his fists looked when clenched, and the way his fingers unfolded like the blooming petals of a flower... it was too much for your heart to handle, which, in this case, was technically his heart—anatomically speaking. as he admired the beauty of, well, himself–you went up to him with widened eyes, which quickly morphed into a scowl. "this is... humiliating." your own voice muttered in a low voice, almost as a growl, but miguel chuckled and ruffled your hair. "ooh," the big man let out a soft sound of curiosity at the discovery that he was practically twice your size.

he pressed his elbow down onto your head, making you–rather, miguel–grumble at this act of degradation and disrespect upon shorter people. "wow, y'know, i wouldn't blame you for doing this to me if we ever got back to normal. hell, i don't even want to go back to normal! have you seen this body?" you asked him aloud with a chuckle, his own chuckle that was hardly ever heard, reverberating out into the atmosphere and making the you inside of his body swoon. "stop laughing, it's not funny, this is a cause for concern." he said with your voice as he folded your arms over your chest and glared at you, instinctively pouting despite his lips not appearing as pouty on purpose anymore.

"oh, shit, you do pout?" you asked him with a chuckle that made you giggle internally. miguel didn't appreciate how you abused his laugh so much that he grumbled and turned on his heel–in this scenario, it was your heel–and stormed out of his office as you remained there; admiring his wonderful body and flexing, asking lyla to take pictures of this rare moment when the photo shots of miguel are candid but also taken with such flare that you'd think he was crazy for agreeing to this–the miguel o'hara everyone knew was... nothing like this.

as you walked down the halls in a pink compression shirt and yoga volleyball shorts, as opposed to the usual spider suit miguel donned on every day–you smiled at everyone you met, even if they didn't greet you first–stunning and shocking everyone out of their minds. wide-eyed lenses and hung open mouths greeted you as you greeted them with a warm smile that nobody had ever witnessed before. it was like an silver lining had unexpectedly shown through as the eternal, dark and thunderous clouds tore the sky asunder and welcomed the first rays of sunshine that the spider society had sworn they saw before... on you. but that sunshine was replaced by a gray rainy day hovering over your head and furrowed eyebrows that didn't complement your soft, adorable, amicable face.

whenever anyone greeted you, with miguel in your body, he'd practically growl at them to a loud silence–he'd nod without even looking anybody's way, confusing everyone into thinking you woke up on the wrong side of the bed today or something really bad had happened to you. as everyone went over to you, patting your shoulder, asking you if you're okay–he's scream in your higher pitched voice that you were just peachy.

everyone was astonished at how boldly angry and furious you were being, and at how boldly sweet and darling miguel was being today–everyone kept referencing that a freaky friday situation must've happened to you two, with only miguel in your body explaining that was exactly the situation, but they all laughed it off as a joke, since it came out of your mouth. "yeah, pequeña–oh, fuck, that sounds sexy–yeah, uh, chiquita–you're acting out of your mind right now, darl." "darl?!" your voice snarled in an angry, squeaky voice, making miguel chuckle and ruffle your hair again. "so sweet for me, chiquita." you said in miguel's voice, teasing him in your body as he grumbled.

oh, this was not gonna be fun for him, at all... but it was gonna be way, way too much fun for you.

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niphredil-14 · 4 months

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I am going to drop an idea

So, Donnie x reader (Mr. Bootyyyshaker9000 has me on chokehold-) ft. Shelldon. So without Donnie knowing, fellow reader here has been taking care of Shelldon during his rebellious phase. Oh Donnie said no to racing? Well Shelldon would fly to wherever reader is and do it with them. When Shelldon's got scolded, he'd say something like "[reader] would let me do this!" here and there.

The bros said they're like a divorced couple and Shelldon is their son. Shelldon plays along with it, Donnie and reader? They said no but their faces said otherwise.

This is such a cute idea, I'm obsessed!! I did not mean for this to get nearly as long as it did, but I got into it, and I hope you enjoy!

First and foremost, I think that on the rare occasion that you aren't actively going against what he says, he would really appreciate your help with Shelldon, raising an AI son is far from an easy task, especially when you are also responsible for frequently saving the world, and all that comes with it. I think that just knowing that there was another person around for Shelldon, aside from him and his brothers, would be a huge comfort to Don, one that in the grand scheme of things, is rarely overlooked.

Though his annoyance will, at times, make him temporarily forget what a godsend you are. If he forbids Shelldon from doing something, it is because that was the most logical thing to do, the keyword being logical, which may not necessarily mean the best. In any situation that is new or scary, Donnie relies almost completely on his logic, not his emotions, and considering the fact that parenting, no matter how long you've been doing it, is always a new and scary situation, means that Don often approaches it from a completely logical standpoint, often overlooking emotions, and lacking sympathy. He has lived through all that Shelldon has, and yet often forgets what it's like to be in Shelldon's place. Don tries to not be like his father, but in doing so, he overcompensates, and instead of being borderline-negligent, he is overbearing and overprotective. So although he doesn't always agree with your methods, to have someone to balance him out is definitely for the best for dear Shelly.

When he finds you and Shelldon doing what he specifically forbid Shelldon from doing, he will be pretty upset. He trusted you to be a responsible figure in Shelldon's life, and yet to him, it seems like you, in those moments, do nothing but enable him. He will most likely do his best to shut down whatever it is that he had originally told Shelldon not to do, which of course, only serves to piss you and Shelldon off. If this were to escalate to a full argument, Shelldon would probably either go to one of his uncles for a little while or hide away at his charging station until the two of you were done.

After some talks with Dr. Feelings, and realizing how he was wrong, I think that as hard as it would be for him, he would go to apologize to not only Shelldon, but to you as well. I think that he would get the three of you together, and would explain his though process, and apologize for being overbearing. He would want the three of you to come up with both general and specific goals for what Shelldon wants both short-term and long-term, as well as what you and Don want, and want to improve at short-term and long-term. He would want to talk about meeting somewhere in the middle, and being able to keep each other accountable. He knows that sometimes he can be too strict, but he also feels that sometimes you can be too lax, and would want a compromise. Would want to go over communication, and come up with code words for when he, or you, were overstepping. He would also include Shelldon in this, wanting to know whenever Shelldon felt genuinely hurt, and not just indignant about a rule made for his safety. Donnie knows that the two of you are not perfect, and that the two of you will continue to make mistakes, but he wants to do his best to do right by his son.

Whether or not you and Don started out platonically, Shelldon claiming you as another parent would bring you and Don much closer. It would ultimately be up to you whether or not you wanted to redefine yours and Don's relationship as romantic, but regardless of whether you do or don't I don't think Don would be able to be with anyone else. The three of you were like a little family, and that was enough for him, regardless of what label you had decided to assign to it. He would be happy just being friends that co-parented, but he would also be happy as a couple raising Shelldon, though he will ultimately leave it up to you to bring up, as he would be very afraid to lose you, and wouldn't want to rock the boat, as he was just happy to have you in his life.

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msbarrybeeson · 2 years

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Like You | Donnie X Reader (Part I)

A/N: Aha, confession imagine with Donnie? This is a part one, because I wanted to make a dramatic scene with you and Donnie during homecoming. Actually, this is the first time I’m applying two parts. Anyway, remember that constructive criticism is appreciated, and enjoy!

Summary: You were avoiding Donnie, so he pleaded April to talk to you, hoping he’d understand what happened. But low and behold, he found his own brother there.

Pairing: Rise!Donnie X Reader

Reader: Gender-neutral pronouns used. Mostly mentions. Few actual appearances.

Genre: Dramatic Fluff & Humor

Warning: Not proofread? I was in a hurry to get the argument part in.

Word Count: ~1430

Part: One / Two

“They’ve been avoiding me April!” Donatello complained, falling back on his chair while covering his face in dread. “I don’t understand. What went wrong— what is it did I do wrong?”

“Are you for real? That’s what you called me in for?” April crossed her arms. “(Name)’s probably just a bit shy around you.”

“Oh the naïveté, it is never that simple.” He shook his head. “I hadn’t detected any signs of discomfort a couple of weeks ago. Then, suddenly, they don’t even respond to my texts until 48 hours 20 minutes later!

In fact,” the soft-shelled turtle slouched over, grumbling, “they decided to see another guy for calculus tutoring.”

April raised her eyebrow. “How did you even know—?” “And he’s not close to having the brains like I do!” As per usual during his rambling, Donnie ignored the question.

She rolled her eyes.

“Don, you gotta calm down.” April placed her hand on his shoulder. “Maybe they’ve got a crush on you too, and they don’t know how to tell you that. They do owe you an explanation though….”

“Hah, sure, give me false hope that they’ll return—.”

“Oh no. Don’t you dare switch up on that cocky attitude of yours from just a second ago.” April hushed him. “Look, Donnie, if it bothers you so much, I—.”

Donnie slammed his hands on his armrests and sat upright.

“—can secretly get (Name) to reveal their thoughts to you, while wearing a camera I can attach to you?”

“Wait what, I never said—!”

“I thought you’d never say so!”

April’s eyes widened. “Hold up, I’m not about to put (Name) on the spot like that! What if they say something that they don’t want you to hear?”

“Ignorance is bliss, April, they won’t have to know.”

“Well, for one, Don, I’m not that close to them. We don’t have any classes together. Also, I don’t wanna creep them out by asking personal stuff out of nowhere!” she said. “Are you trying to embarrass me!?”

He groaned. “All right, I give in! Just at least ask them how’re they’re doing before I start chewing on my tech-bo.”

—

“At least I got something to entertain myself in school for once,” April muttered to herself, hiding behind one of the beams. “But I don’t see (Name) around, not with so many kids in the hall.” The camera on her glasses blinked. “Seriously, how much money does this school want?”

“April, over there by the lockers—. Who the hell is that?”

April glanced to where Donnie mentioned. You were talking with a guy in a basketball uniform and cap. Oh boy, she could hear the bitterness through her earpiece.

“So, this must be her new, pathetic calculus tutor. Really, a guy in gym shorts?”

“Don, I can hear your muttering. And quit trash-talking about (Name)’s choice in tutors.”

“Whatever,” he scoffed, burning holes into the guy’s head when you started to smile with him. “Let me activate the human identification program based on your school’s database, so I— I mean— we could get a name.”

Donnie paused for a moment. “Although, he does seem oddly familiar—.”

April’s eyes widened. “Hold up, is that Leo?”

Donnie monotonously replied, “Ha, that’s funny, April. Leonardo would never go to a school willingly—.” The student turned around, revealing the red markings on his green face. Not just that, his own program flashed a message in red.

[ ERROR! NOT HUMAN ]

“...”

Donnie fell off his chair, choking.

April immediately touched her earpiece. “Don! You good back there?!”

“Of course not! Why the hell is Leo in your school!?”

He grimaced even more at the sight of you laughing (more like chuckling) alongside his oh-so opposite brother. “April, quick, get closer to them without being noticed!” Donnie commanded. “I demand answers!”

“I thought our plan is to talk to them, not eavsdrop!”

“Hey, plans change when it is necessary…. It-is-necessary, and I’m paying you twenty bucks for this!”

April facepalmed in embarrassment. She snuck closer in, turning her head away so you and Leo wouldn’t recognize her. There, while the camera couldn’t catch your faces, its microphone did pick up on your conversation better.

“I’m thankful I can count on you, Leon.” They could hear you sigh. “Calculus is taking up so much time, and my tutor isn’t being helpful..”

“Anything for mi amigue.” The red-earred slider grinned, leaning on the lockers.

Donnie frowned. He didn’t want to question it, but.. were you feeling more comfortable with his brother than him..?

Then, Leo coughing brought Donnie back from his thoughts. “I do got something to ask you, though, (Name).” The soft-shelled turtle narrowed his eyes at how Leo rubbed his neck nervously. Worry was bubbling inside.

“You said homecoming’s coming up soon, right?”

It piqued everyone’s interest. “In a week, I mean, there are posters everywhere for it. Why.. do you ask?”

“…You don’t have a date yet, do you?”

April gasped, covering her mouth.

That was it. Donnie’s heart dropped.

Suddenly, the microphone lost focus on you two. Instead, the host’s heavy breathing was heard. Donnie’s camera was shaking up a lot, making him panic.

“Hey hey hey! They’re not done talking yet, April! I need to know what their answer is!”

“Dale’s coming my way!” she exclaimed, shuffling between other students. “And I’m not about to get asked out to homecoming by him again!”

Not long after, Donnie’s camera disconnected. He sat there in shock… until he clutched his head. “No, no, no! This shouldn’t be happening!”

Questions ran through his brain. It wasn’t adding up: how could Leonardo like you too? You and he had no common interests! Why did it have to be him out of everyone else!?

“AHRGH!” Donnie groaned, slamming his head against his desk. Then, he stood up from his chair, storming out while punching numbers into his phone. “That’s it! I’m going to have a civil discussion with this traitor!”

—

A tennis racket flew across the room.

“Don, Donnie, I know what you’re going to say, but I promise— OOMPH!” Leo was knocked hard in the face by a thrown tennis ball.

“You!” Donnie snapped, picking up another one. “You traitor! You knew I like (Name), yet you proceeded to ask them to this homecoming dance anyway!” The red-eared slider dodged the second throw.

“Is that why you randomly asked me, last week, to do your calculus problems for you! Taking my notes and answers only to give to them and take credit for my calculations!”

“Don.”

“I knew it was too good to be true: Leonardo, who’s never read any novels or understood mathematics beyond basic algebra, wanted to learn calculus!”

“Hey! I know more than you think, okay!” Blue took offense. “Donnie, listen to me—.”

“It just had to be another cliché, doesn’t it! The ridiculous ‘love interest picks the jock over the nerd’ scenario! Oh, I’ve had enough of your stupid stunts ruining everything, Leo!” Donnie tried to throw a punch, but he fell over onto the ground when his brother jumped to the side.

“Listen to me for once, Donnie— I never asked them to homecoming with me!”

“Oh, but Leonardo, why in the name of logic would you ever ask them whether or not they have a date to homecoming— while looking soo nervous back there— without any intention of asking them out?” Distaste dripping from his words.

“Bro.. I was asking for you!”

Donnie shook his head, tsking. “Excuses, excuses....” When his brother’s words loaded, he froze. “Excuse me, did you just say you asked them out for me? Why would you ever—!?”

“Hey, you had an opportunity waiting, and I took it for you.” Leon nudged him. “Don’t act like I didn’t just do you a favor.”

“I could’ve done that myself! There were posters everywhere; I would’ve known, therefore, I would’ve asked them!”

“Hah, mi hermano, you’re saying you’d actually have the confidence to tell them?”

Donnie scrunched his face and stared down at the floor. His smug brother wasn’t wrong on that; he used to be more sure, but with your distance, he had a hard time confronting you with his feelings. He didn’t want to make things any more awkward.

“Hey.” Leon grabbed Donnie’s shoulders. “Just be yourself, Don. Knowing them, they’ll love you no matter how weird and science-y you get.”

Purple deadpanned. “Wow, you sure know how to reassure someone.” He touched Leon’s hand, gazing up to meet his eyes. A small smile formed on his face. “…Thanks.”

"Espera un minuto, repeat that again? I, uh, I didn’t catch that.”

Donnie shoved him away.

#rottmnt donnie #rise donnie #rise donatello #rise of teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo #rottmnt april #april o'neil #donnie x reader #rise donnie x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #reader insert #donatello x reader #reader

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opertabry · 9 months

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wrong number smau ➝ late night calls (full written)

synopsis ➝ peer pressured by your group members, you ask a fellow idol for her number. but when you texted her that night, you realised that she wasn’t the person you were texting. what you didn’t know was that she gave karina’s, aepsa’s hotshot visual and leader, number to you.

bonus ➝ late night calls

you couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your face when karina’s sleepy grin slowly filled your phone screen.

“hey, you.” her sleepy voice was raspier than normal and it made you feel things - things that you did not want to feel but the heart wants what it wants, right?

“tell me you didn’t just quote joe goldberg.”

“who’s that?” you narrowed your eyes at your phone, watching as karina tried to muffle her snicker.

“…”

“y/n?”

“karina. are you telling me you don’t know who joe goldberg is?” you slowly said, making sure to enunciate every single syllable.

“am i supposed to..?”

“yes! how do you live being so uncultured?” you spluttered out, and you were sure you looked ridiculous by the way karina wasn’t even hiding her laugh at this point - and if you saw yourself, you would see how your eyes twinkled with admiration. she looked so much prettier when she was laughing.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry!” her laughter died down as you both stared at each other from your screens. you don’t know how long you both stayed silent, but what you do know was that it was you who broke it.

“you know, i never apologised for that one time i went out with ryujin when i said i would buy you food. but i promise it was seriously-“

“i know. yeji explained everything to me.” karina cut you off, with a soft look in her eye you couldn’t get enough of.

“oh. and you’re not mad?”

“there’s no reason for me to be.”

“but there is! i just left our plans to go with someone else.” you whisper-yelled, well aware that your group mates were sleeping, as karina giggled at you.

“you told me beforehand, i was just being stupid and petty. that was on me, my own problem. not yours, dork.” there was a teasing tone to her voice, but you knew she was serious nonetheless.

“i’m still sorry though.” you furrowed your eyebrows, still feeling guilty.

“you shouldn’t be. but if it makes you feel better, i forgive you.”

“that does make me feel better.”

“good, so sleep.” and with that, karina turned away from the screen and you stayed silent for a while. you watched as she occasionally went out of frame, and pop back in with the shuffling that you could hear in the background.

“can you sing for me?” you suddenly blurted out, wanting to hear her voice again.

“really? how old are you? six?” karina slowly turned her head to look at her phone, with an eyebrow raised.

“yes, i am.”

“what song would you like?” she shook her head, giggling - you could listen to that sound for forever, you thought.

“anything.” as long as it was you who was singing, you wanted to say. but that was too bold wasn’t it?

“hmm, okay.”

“wise men say

only fools rush in

but i can’t help

falling in love with you.”

karina’s normal raspiness translated to a much deeper tone in her singing voice - something your insomnia appreciated very much, her singing already lulling you to sleep.

“can’t help falling in love? cheesy. what a loser.” you mumbled out sleepily, well aware of the childish grin that now donned on your face.

“shut up and let me sing.” you promptly shut your mouth and laid your phone next to your head.

“shall i stay?

would it be a sin

if i can’t help

falling in love with you?

like a river flows..”

and you weren’t sure if karina stopped singing, or if you fell asleep, but that was the last thing you remembered hearing that night.

soft ynrina hours 😫 but this is the last update before i get busy so enjoy!

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theferrarieffect · 2 months

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jealousy, jealousy - chapter 10: monaco sure is pretty this time of year

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summary: imagine your love being so inspiring it gives other people hope...

chapter 10: monaco sure is pretty this time of year

Max had lived in Monaco since almost the day he turned 18. But as he watched Charles bounding up the slope of the Tête de Chien, gasping at the panoramic view below despite it undoubtedly being the hundredth time he’d seen it, it occurred to him that he had never lived there.

Until now.

On a precious free day before the Grand Prix weekend, Charles made good on his promise, holding Max’s hands as he helped him climb onto Charles’ yacht. He had donned one of his many paisley bandanas—this one white, with swirling patterns of blue—and his messy curls flapped in the wind as he steered them along the French Riviera. Max appreciated the view of the golden sands on the beach, the colorful umbrellas crowding the shoreline, the smooth road that hugged the coast…almost as much as the sight of Charles undoing the buttons on his pale blue shirt, grinning at Max as he raised his tanned biceps overhead, and effortlessly diving into the turquoise water.

“WOOOOOOOO!” came a jubilant cry from below.

Max followed suit, just knowing Charles would be lying in wait underwater to ambush him. The pair emerged on the surface laughing breathlessly, treading the water as one.

Charles pointed to the distance. The sky had blessed them with an utterly cloudless day; Max squinted as he focused on the horizon, where the endless sky met the sea. It was the clearest, bluest thing he’d ever seen.

“You know, Max,” Charles said, gently pushing a lock of dripping hair back up Max’s forehead.

“Mm?”

“I changed my mind. The ocean has nothing on your eyes.”

Max was right. It was nice to see La Mala together.

It was the nicest thing that had ever happened to him in his whole life.

epilogue

George and Alex stood shoulder to shoulder, watching the tangerine sun slowly sink below the horizon. Its very last rays filtered through Alex’s bleached hair, turning it a glowing, fiery red. George’s heart ached just a little bit.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Max milling around the paddock aimlessly like an unmoored ship, tapping his foot. His patience was eventually rewarded when a driver emerged from the Ferrari hospitality; Max’s joy was practically palpable as he raced over to Charles with a now barely noticeable limp. George knew without having to look that Charles was grinning from ear to ear, and that an arm clad in a Red Bull suit would casually lope around the Monégasque’s shoulders.

“La Mala, here we come!” he thought he heard Charles say distantly.

Nothing was ever guaranteed in Formula 1. You could wake up one morning and find out you’re off the team, off the grid, just like that. Waiting for the perfect opportunity, waiting for exactly the right time…god, George thought, we could all just be gone by then.

He looked at Max and Charles striding away from the paddock hand in hand, then back again at Alex, and made himself a promise.

I’m going to do it. Before the end of the season. I’m going to tell Alex that kiss wasn’t just silly—wasn’t just casual—to me.

I’m going to tell him I love him.

notes: so it's probably not surprising the next fic's gonna be george x alex...right? 😅

this is a little bit personal, but i wanted to say that as someone who always loved writing for fun but ended up in the most stem field to ever stem, it was too easy to push it to the back burner over the years. don’t get me wrong, i love practicing medicine and doing The Science™️…but writing this has been an incredibly cathartic experience; it was like resurrecting the creative part of me that i thought had died for good.

what i didn’t expect was to have the idea to share my writing, to allow total strangers to read (and hopefully enjoy) it. this community has some incredible talent, and i’m so very grateful to have discovered it, and even more so to each and every one of you who joined me on the absolutely wild ride of bringing my first f1 story to life. so much love to y’all 🫶 i can’t wait to keep being creative with you.

inspo: charles’ sun-soaked day in monaco, courtesy of this video

taglist: @fangirl-dot-com @spacegirlstuff @vroomvroomgang @perfectlyrainywerewolf

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yandere-daze · 2 years

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Congrats on 2k followers! Could you please do some general yandere neige headcanons?

Thank you!!!

I´ve actually done some general yandere neige headcanons before but I´ll see if more comes to mind ^^

Kind of went wild in all directions I guess but I hope you like it!!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, stalking, delusion

More Yandere! Neige headcanons

Yandere Neige is a worshipper that desperately wants to please his darling. He´s a very hard worker that always tries his best and so there is no doubt that he would do anything he can make his darling like him

In his mind, you are the very definition of a perfect being so it is only right that he puts in the work to one day be on equal terms with you. Sure, one might say that he is in a much more influental position as a famous and well-loved celebrity but Neige himself doesn´t think that that could ever be enough to measure up to you

What good are millions of adoring fans if you don´t look at him the same way he looks at you? He's just so obsessively in love with you and it's pretty obvious to anyone that has eyes

He's always trailing after you like a lost puppy begging for affection and can you really refuse him when he's being so sweet to you? Always sweeping in to help you with something you were struggling with, it's like he has a sixth sense or something!

Neige is actually just stalking you and happened to be watching you through the doorway when he noticed that you were having difficulties with a task. What better way to show you that he's worthy of being with you? Look, he can be useful to you!

He wants to look at you all the time so Neige really feels like he has no other choice than to secretly follow you if you refused his offer to spend some time together

He's so enraptured with the idea of you being in a fairy-tale romance together that he can't handle staying away from you for so long

You say you need some space and free time but Neige can't live without you! So please don't be too mad if you happen to catch him one day, okay? It was all out of love for you!

Loves taking pictures of you when he's stalking you and then prints all of them out when he's in the comforts of his room. He's bought an album where he can safekeep all of your precious shared memories in these photos

Lots of couples have scrapbooks like this and so Neige hopes he can surprise you with what he has already put together when you two finally start dating

"Look y/n, this photo was back when we had our first date in that one café you love so much! You were sitting there at your table, looking so cute as you ate the sweets you ordered! I was sitting a bit far away so I couldn't get a very good angle but the smile on your face almost took my breath away!"

"Sadly you didn't turn to look in my direction even once but that must have been because you felt shy. You probably felt it would be too awkward to walk through the entire café to get to my table that was in the far back, but that's okay! I shot more than enough photos of our romantic coffee date so we will always remember this precious memory "

"There's still plenty more I can show you that you probably won't remember because you couldn't see me but you must have secretly known I was there by the unbreakable bond we share. You kept looking behind you, how cute!"

Neige genuinely doesn't see anything wrong with this and doesn't understand how anyone could see his behavior as creepy, he's way too deep in his delusions by now

This is just what a good boyfriend and future husband should do; making sure that all of your wonderful memories are kept safe for all eternity

Also even before you get together? Neige is already kind of convinced that the two of you are dating and that you're just trying to keep it a secret because you fear the backlash from your classmates for dating a student from RSA and from his fans and he understands, truly!

It's sad that things have to be this way but soon enough you can be true to yourself and finally wrap your arms around him and you can do even more couple-y activities. Maybe this time you can even do them without several meters of distance between the both of you!

I feel like Neige would low-key vague you on his social media? Liek suddenly the day you two meet at the VDC his followers see an influx of posts where he expresses his admiration for an unknown stranger and he just keeps talking about them all the time. How he wonders what they're doing right now and that he hopes he can see them again soon

There are days where he will literally spam his profile about how wonderful and kind you are and how he wishes to hold you and be with you and kiss you and marry you and-

Yeah his management steps in and puts a stop to all that pretty soon because wow okay that's kind of creepy and also don't post that kind of thing on your official social media profile where all of your fans can read it?? And don't post random photos where you can see the shape of an obscured person in the background with something like "they're so cute again <3"??? Like literally stop

Neige literally almost causes a huge scandal and he's just sad that he can't tell the entire world how amazing you are and how much he loves you any more

Guess he'll just have to tell you in person sometime soon

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3-2-whump · 8 days

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Doctor of Nonpersons

A.K.A., the author takes inspiration from their own tonsillectomy! Fortunately, for the author's procedure, the doctors were legitimate and used anesthesia, so a lot of this was extensively researched and imagined instead of being experienced first hand (thankfully!) Special thanks goes out once again to @whumped-by-glitter for beta reading.

Read this chapter before hand, or you will not understand the references made to the Key Game

TW/CW: nsfwhump, medical whump, multiple whumpers, institutionalized slavery, noncon drugging (injection), blood, graphic description of tonsillectomy, restraints

It took Khaled only half the time to find the key nowadays, with Nico’s assistance. Even if they didn’t see each other for lunch anymore, Nico would always text him late at night as soon as he knew who had the key. It was a gesture Khaled deeply appreciated from his friend, and he thanked Nico generously each time, but all Nico wanted in return was the truth, and he had yet to give it to him.

Of course, knowing where the key was didn’t change the fact that Khaled still had to degrade himself to get the key, and now there was the added element of waiting until a reasonable amount of time had passed before presenting the key to his master, lest the man become suspicious. Don Thomas Costa was a smart man, he would find out eventually, and Khaled found himself dreading the day the key game would have to be forcefully put to an end. But it didn’t end the way he had thought it would.

“Is your dancer okay? He looks kinda sick.”

Khaled’s head swam as he reluctantly detached himself from his master’s arm and straightened his posture. The boss had dragged him out to one of those parties again, forcing him to wear that same red outfit that revealed everything. He didn’t want to go; he never felt up for being stripped and dolled up and displayed like this, but especially not tonight. His throat was so sore he could barely talk, drink, or eat for the past few days, so he didn’t. The lack of food and water made him weak, his head throbbing with an underlying current of nausea throughout. And it was hot, so hot, and yet he couldn’t stop shivering. Even the simple act of standing hurt. He wanted to go home.

Thomas covered for him. “He’s fine, he’s just a bit tired, right? Go on, boy,” he implored, his tone on the knife-edge of civility. “Tell him you’re fine.”

All that came out of Khaled’s inflamed throat was a pathetic wheeze. Understandably deterred, the guest who checked on him immediately retreated, side-eyeing Thomas all the while. As soon as he could confirm no one was paying attention to them, Thomas grabbed Khaled’s wrist and dragged him to the nearest private place.

He took refuge behind a large potted palm tree. “What’s wrong with you?” he whisper-hissed. He forcefully gripped Khaled’s face in his hand and craned his head up to meet his eyes. “You’re burning up, are you sick or something?”

Khaled tried his best to nod with his head in such an awkward positon.

Thomas huffed. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you have to wait until we were in public? Are you trying to make me look bad?”

“I’m sorry, Master…my throat… it…” The words ground abrasively out of Khaled’s sore throat.

His master’s gray eyes widened in realization. He let go of his face and reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone. “Open,” he commanded.

The young man’s jaw dropped with a practiced ease. His master turned on the light to his phone and shone it straight into his mouth. If the silently whispered “oh my god” was anything to go by, then it must have looked as bad in there as it felt. Twisted as it was, he was almost glad Thomas deemed him sick, too, if only to validate his suffering. “Okay, close.”

Khaled reflexively closed his mouth. The older man scrolled through his phone, muttering all the while. “This isn’t some common cold, this is far beyond what I could do treating you at home. I’d really rather not take you to the hospital; I have a fake ID and a convincing backstory for you, but I’d have a tough time explaining away all your disciplinary marks-” Thomas cut himself off with a groan. Then, in a move Khaled had never seen before, the boss heaved a reluctant, almost defeated sigh.

“Master?” he rasped.

“It’s decided then,” he said bitterly, “I’ll have to take you to her.”

Thomas had only heard secretive whispers and unsubstantiated rumors about this clinic, and those whispers and rumors yielded mixed reviews, to put it nicely. However, Khaled was sick enough for him to drive across state lines in the dead of night to find one obscure little shop front in an unfamiliar city, to put his pride aside and ask for the help of someone who might not even help him anyway.

A short, waif-like, collared redhead answered the door. She took one look at him and Khaled with her tired blue eyes before opening the door wider and silently ushering them in. Thomas noticed a neat vertical scar running down the front of her neck. Looks like I’ve found the right place.

The mute slave girl led them past a harshly-lit waiting room, through a maze of narrow corridors decorated with unobjectionable photography, and into a tiny room with two plastic chairs and the typical examination table in the middle. Thomas was impressed that it was almost like any other medical clinic, but perturbed by the distant screams and weak sobbing sounds coming from the neighboring rooms. The redhead closed the door behind her as she left. A faint clicking noise as she left indicated that they were locked inside.

A warm weighted pressure on his right redirected Thomas’ feelings of dread and regret. Khaled was clinging to his arm, looking up at him with terrified eyes. He was trembling, whether it was because of the fear, the fever, or because he was still in that damn dancer outfit, Thomas wasn’t sure. “I’m sorry, boy. I don’t like it either, but this was our only option,” he sighed.

The door unlocked and opened with a faint click as the doctor came in to their room. She was a woman in her early forties, wearing a white lab coat over business casual clothes, who nearly dropped her tablet as she noticed them standing in the exam room. She blinked once, twice, and adjusted the glasses on her face. “I don’t believe this,” she gasped. “Is that you, Thomas?”

“Lennie Sal…”

The woman frowned –something she seemed to have done quite often in the intermittent years since he’d seen her. “You know damn well you’ve lost the right to call me that,” she replied, her tone turning frosty.

Thomas groaned. This bitch. He remembered why he’d never kept in touch with her. “Lenore,” he sighed through gritted teeth, “I need to call in a favor.”

The woman squinted at the feverish slave leaning on his shoulder. “That one yours?”

“Who’s else would he be?” Thomas guided Khaled to the raised examination table and lifted him onto it. It took everything in the boy to keep himself in an upright seated position; he started leaning to one side as soon as Thomas took his hands away.

“I’d heard rumors, but never actually thought you would acquire a nonperson,” she shrugged. She gave Khaled a quick once over before going to the sink to wash her hands. “Though, from the looks of him, I can see why you bought him. You certainly did have a type after Afghanistan,” she commented with a wry side-eye.

Thomas deliberately ignored that comment. “He’s got a fever, and a sore throat. When I shone my phone light down his throat, it was all red and irritated. And his tonsils looked, I don’t know, pitted?”

Lenore had just pulled on a new pair of gloves. “That so?” Turning to her patient now, the doctor adopted a completely different demeanor. “Open.” Khaled’s jaw dropped on reflex as he stretched his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue invitingly. “A little further out, like that –yeah, just like that, good boy,” she praised, much like a veterinarian to a pet. Taking out her penlight, she peered down the young man’s throat and confirmed what Thomas had suspected. “Yup, they’re infected. They’re basically nuclear.” She withdrew her instrument and directed Khaled to close his mouth. “I won’t bother asking why you didn’t come to me sooner,” Lenore began, “but the point is you’ve come to me now.” She gently but firmly pushed Khaled down onto the examination table and reached underneath for a set of straps. “Has he taken any of the following meds in the past ten days?” she asked, following up her question with a rapid-fire list of OTCs.

Thomas shook his head. “No, don’t think so,” he replied.

“Has he eaten or drunk anything in the past several hours?” Lenore restrained Khaled’s wrists and upper torso snugly to the table with the straps.

“Nothing we can’t just make him throw up, right?” The flat, unimpressed stare Lenore gave him made Thomas cringe. “No, he hasn’t eaten since lunch, about ten hours ago, and I don’t think he even ate that much.”

She had just finished securing the young man’s legs and ankles. “Hold his head in place,” she directed with an offhanded wave. There was a clatter of a compartment opening under the examination table. “Intimate types seem to do well with the physical contact they get from their masters during procedures. The touch grounds them, I think,” she explained, fishing around the compartment until she found the tool she needed.

Khaled recognized it right away, shaking his head and whispering a hoarse “please, no, Master, please-” Thomas locked both hands on each side of the boy’s head, just as he’d been directed, to keep him from turning away as the doctor worked the open-mouthed gag in between his teeth.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Lenore asked as she buckled it tight behind the boy’s head. She gave his distended cheeks a condescending pat before addressing the man above him. “So, do you want me to give him something for the pain, or should I just get in there and…” She made crude snipping motions with her index and middle fingers.

Thomas scoffed, unbelieving that such a sweet girl like her could’ve become so cold. “God yes, woman! Of course, I don’t want him to feel it!”

“Hey, hey, doesn’t hurt to ask,” she defended. She lowered her head to address her patient again. “You’ve got such a considerate master, pretty boy. Looks like he ‘doesn’t want you to feel it,’ isn’t that nice?” she said with a smile.

Khaled let out a pitiful whine.

The doctor turned toward a mysterious rack of vials and tinctures as she procured a sterile needle from a drawer under her desk. “You’re going to have the best twenty minutes of your life,” she promised as she siphoned out an esoteric blend of medicines from the bottles.

Thomas frowned skeptically at the rack as his former lover hummed a song they once danced to under her breath. “Wait, what exactly are you giving him?”

“Oh, just a custom cocktail of sedatives and psychotropic drugs,” Lenore explained. She inserted the needle into a vein of one of Khaled’s restrained hands –though not without difficulty, considering how much he squirmed. She emptied the contents of the syringe completely into the boy’s bloodstream. “It won’t knock him out completely, but it should dull the pain, as well as the rest of his senses.” She sat back with a smug smile as she withdrew the needle. “It’s relatively quick too, just like hospital-grade anesthetics. Look at him.”

Thomas looked down. The young man lay motionless on the examination table, his body slack against the restraints. His eyes were hazed over, distant, and half-lidded. Thomas waved a hand over those blank eyes. The only indication he was still in the world of the living was the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. “Wow, out already?” he asked incredulously.

“Not out,” Lenore gently corrected, “just too sluggish to put up a fight. Now hold his head straight for me, please.”

Thomas repositioned Khaled’s head between his hands. He tried not to think of how close in proximity Lenore was to him as she bent over the boy’s mouth. Her hair now had thin threads of silver running through its thick chestnut brown ponytail. He resisted every urge to reach out and touch it. He knew he’d lost that right years ago.

“So…” he began, punctuating the silence, “what have you been up to?”

“Oh cut the crap, and hold his tongue out for me,” she instructed brusquely. Thomas carefully reached into Khaled’s mouth to pinch his tongue between his thumb and index finger and extended it gently. It was hard to get a grip on the slippery little thing, which prompted Lenore to hand him a gauze pad to place between his fingers and Khaled’s tongue, giving him a much better grip.

“What I guess I’m trying to say, Len-Lenore…” It wouldn’t do to piss off the lady holding surgical tools down his slave boy’s throat. “-is do you ever wonder why it didn’t work out between us?” Thomas asked.

“Not really,” his ex-fiancée shrugged.

The motion of her shoulders jiggled the forceps and electrocauterizing pen in a way that made a cold bead of sweat run down Thomas’ back. He blinked, just to give his body something to do while his brain formulated his next words carefully. “Look, if it was because of the family business that made you change your mind, you could’ve just told me-”

“It wasn’t,” Lenore interrupted. She gently pulled away the irritated tissue with her forceps as the pen severed its connection to the wall like butter. “You know, I wouldn’t have even minded –hold his tongue further out,” she instructed, resuming her thoughts as soon as Thomas had done as she asked. “I didn’t mind the killing, the extortion, the cheating, but I just didn’t like that you lied to me about it!”

“Well, what was I supposed to do-”

“Tell me the truth, Tom! That’s all I ever wanted, the truth!” The wet splotchy sound of freshly excised tissue hitting the bottom of a stainless-steel bowl punctuated her argument.

“Wait, is this about you walking in on me blowing the priest?” Thomas guessed.

“No, no, it’s because it was hot that day, and –of course it’s because of you blowing the fucking priest on the day of our fucking wedding!” she screamed. “It’s because of all those times your smile didn’t meet your eyes, those times you’d pull your hand away from mine as soon as we were truly alone, those times when your head would turn as soon as you saw a-” The second tonsil soon joined its twin in the bowl, its own sound no less wet and splotchy. “-without even giving me a second glance! You and your fucking family who saw me as nothing more than a jewel to your crown, so just admit it –you never loved me!”

“Renée Lenore Salvatore!” Thomas hissed, ignoring the bleeding gashes her barbed words left on his heart. She looked up at him in equal mixtures of shock and anger that he dared to use her full name. “Never assume that what I felt for you wasn’t real!” Thomas cried. “Maybe you’re right in that I never loved you like I should have, but never say I never loved you.”

A small moan rose from below him. He glanced down at the examination table, and Khaled’s glassy, unfocused eyes stared back. “At any rate, let’s not argue in front of him, okay? All this shouting is probably stressing him out.” He leaned forward to give Khaled’s forehead a reassuring kiss.

Lenore gently removed her tools from Khaled’s mouth, setting them aside the metal tray with the severed tonsils. “Fortunately, we’re basically done with the procedure now,” she said as she swatted him away. She leaned over Khaled’s head again, unbuckling the gag before pulling it out of his mouth.

Khaled remained slack-jawed. Thomas had to close his mouth for him. “You don’t need to stitch anything up?” he asked curiously.

“No. The pen cauterizes the flesh as it cuts, sealing off any blood vessels along the way,” Lenore explained. She moved on to undoing the straps on the table next. Thomas joined her unprompted as he undid the other side.

“I gotta ask, though,” Lenore piped up, seemingly out of nowhere. “Is his primary role what I think it is?” The devious smirk on her face as she threw away her bloodied gloves filled in the blanks.

Thomas nodded, averting her knowing eyes. She (understandably) didn’t take it too well when she caught him in the act with a priest twice their age. He could only imagine how painful this must be for his ex-fiancée, to see the man she had loved strolling in with a pleasure slave half her age.

Whatever she must have felt was kept perfectly masked behind her ‘good doctor’ act. “And are you sharing him, or is he exclusively yours?”

“Mine, for the most part…” Thomas trailed off, remembering the devious Key Game he’d invented. The woman waited for him to finish. “I mean, at least his ass is all mine,” Thomas explained, though not without going red from embarrassment.

“Ah.” Wordlessly, though not without a heavy air of judgment, she typed something into her tablet. Thomas swallowed down the embarrassment and the morbid curiosity to see what she wrote in the post-op notes.

“The next part involves monitoring him for any complications within the next twelve hours,” Lenore told him. “Now, nobody expects you to stay here for twelve hours, so drive home, get this poor thing some actual clothes, and come back in the morning.”

“But-”

“It’s fine,” she reassured. She flashed him a familiar smile, though far less warm and happy than he remembered. “I know how people get around certain pets, and I can see you’re one of them. Your boy will be fine, I promise.”

With her peace said, she tucked the tablet under her arm and walked toward the door.

“Lenore,” Thomas implored. The woman of his dreams turned around, hand gripping the door knob, resting bitch face back as she stared blankly through him. “I’m sorry I hurt you,” he said truthfully.

A melancholy darkening of her dull brown eyes lasted for only a second as she dropped her gaze to the linoleum floor. “Yeah, well… I’m sorry I let you.” Her white lab coat swished lightly as she walked through the open door. “You may pick your pet up after the twelve-hour observation period, where I will have a detailed post-op care sheet for you to follow to the letter. Bella will see you out now.” And with a final swish of her coat, she was gone.

POST-OP CARE SHEET FOR THOMAS J. COSTA

Nonperson: Khaled

Procedure: Tonsillectomy

Stitches: No

General Comfort: Keep him at home for one to two weeks, avoid exposure to sick people during these one to two weeks. He will likely be tired and still have a sore throat for the first week; that is normal. He may also feel pain in the ears, neck or jaw, nausea, and like something is stuck in the back of his throat; that too is normal. Please contact this clinic if Khaled shows any excessive bleeding, a fever exceeding 102° F, difficulty swallowing or breathing, signs of dehydration, and/or if he is not responding to pain medication.

Exercise: No strenuous physical activity for two weeks after surgery.

Feeding: Keep him hydrated, plenty of fluids, nothing too acidic. Soft foods are recommended, nothing too acidic, nor spicy, nor crunchy so as not to irritate the throat.

Medication: Antibiotics and pain medications as directed.

Sexual Activity: falls under strenuous activity, also see note below.

Any Additional Notes: STOP PIMPING HIM OUT TO OTHER PEOPLE, YOU ARE SO LUCKY HE ONLY GOT INFECTED TONSILS THIS TIME!

Khaled may return to his duties when he can eat a normal diet, sleep throughout the night, and no longer need pain medication.

Schedule a post-op assessment: xx/xx/20xx

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my-quackson · 1 year

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Steve the Clueless Babysitter

A/N: Requests are open and very appreciated, if there is anything you would like me to write with a certain avenger let me know! Summary: Peter has somewhere to be, which leaves you to be babysat by someone with no knowledge of babysitting whatsoever.

"Don go." You begged Peter while he carried you into the Avenger's tower. Apparently you were being babysat by one of them, you had no clue who though. "I know, I hate to leave you too, but daddy has to go beat up bad guys." He said making his way into what you assumed was the living room. There were two others in there, one you recognized to be Captain America and the other to be Thor. "I could totally lift that hamm- Oh, Peter you're here." Steve said getting up to face Peter. "Yeah I'm running kinda late, but everything you need is in here and if anything goes wrong just call me." Peter said handing him the bag.

"You be a good girl ok? I'll be back before you know it," Peter said quickly pecking your lips. There was no way you were falling for that, "back before you know it" always meant you'd see him in the morning.

"I'm gonna give you to Stevie now ok?" He attempted to hand you over, but you clung on to him like your life depended on it.

That was until Steve stripped you off of him and settled you on his hip. Curse his stupid super soldier strength.

"Shhh sh sh it's ok. I'm not that bad am I? He'll be back." Steve said attempting to calm you down from the fat tears that were now streaming down your face.

Steve kinda just stood there in the middle of the room awkwardly bouncing you in hopes of calming you down, while Thor watched from the couch poking fun at his little knowledge.

After awhile your cries turned into sniffles. “Are- are you all good now kiddo?” Steve asked as he sat you down on the couch next to the god. You just nodded and rubbed your eyes and whined.

“Umm do you need a nap? Milk? Blanket? Pacifier?”

“No nap.” You said shaking your head.

“Ok… no nap. How about a bottle? Pete said to feed you around this time.” Steve said checking his watch. You just nodded your head.

“Wait here with Thor and i’ll be back with your bottle. Thor don’t let her do anything bad.” Steve stated. Thor just nodded his head and waited for him to leave.

“He’s pretty up-tight huh?” The god asked. You just giggled.

“Wanna try lifting my hammer? You could potentially rule Asgard if you’re worthy.” Thor shared, placing the hammer on the coffee table.

You tried to lift it for a good minute until you realized it wouldn’t work, Thor just watched in amusement.

“I got your bottle.” Steve announced walking over to where you were sitting.

“Alright uh, would you be comfortable with me feeding you?” Steve asked sitting down next to you. You nodded and he pulled you into his lap, laying you down.

He hovered the bottle over your lips allowing you to decide when to start drinking. No one else has ever fed you other than Peter, so it was a new experience.

He just watched as you suckled on the bottle and the adorable noise it made. He cracked a smile while watching you drink and started humming a song that you’ve never heard before.

After you were done with the bottle Steve sat you up, which confused you at first. Then he started gently patting your back until you let out an involuntary burp. Which led your face to burn bright red from embarrassment, earning a chuckle from Steve and Thor.

“How about we watch a movie huh?” Steve asked apparently rhetorically because he didn’t wait for an answer. He got up and turned on Netflix and flicked through the movies.

“Anything in particular you wanna watch sweetheart?”

“Um.. Bambi?”

“haha I LOVE that movie! Wonderful choice youngster.” Thor exclaimed patting you on the head.

Steve clicked the movie and sat down beside you, he smelled like a bar of soap. (Understand my reference or look it up. :])

A quarter through the movie you thought maybe you should have taken Steve’s offer on that nap, you could barely keep your eyes open.

Steve noticed this and put your pacifier in. You fought to stay awake, but you knew sleep had won when you fell onto the super soldier’s chest and fell into a deep slumber.

You woke to the familiar smell of lavender, vanilla, and amber. There was only one person in the whole world you knew with that scent.

“Baby, wake up. You ready to go?” Peter asked as you still were lying on Steve.

“Daddy?” You questioned trying to focus on the person in front of you.

“Yes, that’s your daddy,” Steve chuckled “I guess that means I have to give you back now.” Steve said giving you to Peter and being overly dramatic, pretending to cry.

“Don cry Stevie, I be back.” You stated giggling, earning a smile from Steve.

“Thanks again Steve, hopefully she wasn’t too much trouble.” Peter said facing you accusingly.

“She was a very good girl. I’ll see you later kiddo.” Steve parted, lightly waving.

“Go give him a kiss on the cheek.” Peter whispered in your ear and setting you down.

You approached Steve and gave him the universal sign to be picked up, when he did you pecked him on the cheek and he just about exploded from baby-fever.

He returned it and handed you back to Peter.

“If you ever need a babysitter Pete, you better call me.” Steve warned.

“I will.” Peter said with a chuckle.

#daddy!peter #daddy!steve #little!reader

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