#gonna go the bed soon but wee
Text
𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 | angus tully x reader
sequel to 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲, won't really make much sense without reading that!
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | holiday break can only last so long, but angus wants this to be more than a fling-- and you, as much as you want to deny it, already know it's more than a fling. the question remains if either one of you will admit it.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 5.3k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (18+ only!!), age gap (not huge but angus is 18 and the reader is just out of college), semi-public sex, breeding kink, very inappropriate activities in a church, secret relationship, a wee bit of angst and fluff at the end!
part 3 coming soon!
“Fuck, I don’t wanna go back,” he groaned, dropping his head defeatedly into the crook of your neck. “I never wanna go back to that horrible fucking school.”
“I guess you’ll just see me at Easter break then, huh?” you purred, grazing your teeth over his ear.
“You know, if sex with you keeps lining up with the Catholic calendar, it’s gonna give me a complex or something,” he noticed.
“Oh, I can do better than that,” you beamed. “Next time you see me at Mass, I won’t be wearing any panties. And you’ll be the only other one who knows.”
He perked up again, balancing himself over you with bent arms against the mattress. “I swear, you’re a dream come true. A really fucked up dream I had after seeing a porno mag or something.”
You laughed, but it was cut off with him pulling you into another kiss— sweet and slow, with both of you smiling against each other. With your limbs tangled together under the sheets, you melted together into your bed; and no, none of it really seemed real yet. Every time this happened, you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you were hooking up with Angus Tully. Frankly, you were sort of trying not to think about it, at least not too much. If you really tried, you could look at his face and see the little kid you babysat all those years ago, and it just made you feel sort of awful about it… yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.
Your smile fell into a gasp when he started to kiss your neck, his hands guiding your back as it arched slightly. When he pressed his body against yours, you felt him getting hard against your leg, and you groaned softly.
“Fuck, Angus, again?” you whined. “We already went twice—”
“I’m leaving in two days,” he explained, “I need you as many times as I can get away with it.”
You wanted to protest, say something about how sore you were or about how he needed to leave and go back home before someone noticed he was gone— but his slender fingers were already diving between your legs and making you just moan instead.
“See? You’re wet already,” he noticed with a playful mockery to his tone. “I’ve gotta take care of you, baby…”
Oh, you couldn’t stand it when he talked like that— when he made you feel so vulnerable to him, so paradoxically submissive. When this started a couple weeks back, it was the other way around: you were the cool, older woman with all the power. You told him what you wanted and he was more than happy to oblige, never questioning you— he was obedient, basically. But once you’d had a few more encounters, he realized that you wanted him just as badly… that he could make you desperate, if he wanted. Once he’d had the smallest taste of control, he was suddenly a changed man; now, he loved to tease and taunt you, see how far he could push you, even once he made you beg— and you expected you’d never get to live that down.
He watched your face with a mischievous smile as he slowly slid two fingers into you, watching the way you winced and then relaxed. “I’ll be careful,” he promised, “I know you’re all sensitive still… thought you might wake up the whole house with that last one.”
You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks flushed, remembering how he’d had to cover your mouth with his hand when he made you come. These were issues you hadn’t considered much before, since you spent most of the year living in a dorm where you didn’t really care if anyone heard what you were up to. Staying in your parents’ house again— and secretly fucking their friends’ son in your childhood bedroom— posed new challenges to say the least.
You gasped when his fingers curled inside you, rubbing that spot that made everything clench for a moment. “Mm,” he observed encouragingly, “like that?”
“Yes,” you hissed under your breath. Just when you began to let your eyes fall shut, they shot open when he added a third finger inside you. “Fuck!”
“Oh, don’t be dramatic,” he scolded, “you can fit three fingers just fine— my cock’s bigger than all that anyways.”
He twisted the fingers inside you as your hips rocked, shivers running over your skin. “Yeah, but still— fuck, it’s a lot…”
“You take it just fine,” he assured. “You take whatever I give you, huh?”
“Sh-shut up,” you whimpered, and he laughed softly.
“You’re so good for me,” he continued anyways, making you bite your lip in hopes he wouldn’t notice his effect on you. Whenever he said stuff like that, you just wanted to ask him who the fuck he thought he was— it made you want to shove him off of you and pin him down, remind him of his place. But you never did, because letting him take control always felt so damn good…
His head dipped down a bit under the covers— and his lips latched onto one of your nipples, making you gasp and grab his hair with one of your hands. “Oh god— yes,” you praised, shuddering a bit as he suckled hard on the bud.
He moaned around it, his free hand holding the other breast and keeping you down even when your back longed to arch deeper. “You get so wet when I do this,” he noticed as he pulled away briefly, moving to suck the other for a moment as his fingers gently pumped into you. When he pushed them in all the way to the knuckle, at the same time that his tongue swirled around your nipple just right, your patience finally gave in.
“Just fuck me,” you begged, tugging harder on his curls as you felt him smile against your skin. “God, I just— fuck—”
He pulled away from your breast with a pop and a grin. “Just ask nicely, baby, and I’m all yours.”
“I know you want to, just fuck me,” you growled, but he shook his head and you clenched your jaw.
“You can say it,” he encouraged, “just use the magic word.”
You rolled your eyes, hating the juvenile way of describing it, but his fingers were still moving inside you and you just needed it too bad— “Please,” you breathed. “Please fuck me.”
“There you go,” he praised, slowly pulling his drenched fingers out of you and moving his hips to line up with yours instead. He was so hard; you were almost impressed with his resolve, though at the moment you were mostly just annoyed with it. “Look up at me,” he demanded, making you meet his gaze before he pushed himself inside you.
It was almost too intense, looking right into his eyes as he thrust into you carefully— you bit your lip, watching the heavy sigh of relief leave him as he filled you.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his eyes scanning all over your face and watching your expression change as he pressed his cock as deep as possible. “You’re fucking perfect.”
You didn’t really believe that, but you at least would concede that this moment was perfect.
You held tighter onto him, legs wrapping around his hips, as he leaned in closer and moaned against your neck. “How am I supposed to leave when you feel this fucking good?” he groaned lowly, and you felt yourself already beginning to pulse inside as you moved closer to the edge. “I feel good too, right?”
Poor thing— if only he knew that it was his own fault you withheld praise, just because he sounded too precious when he asked you for reassurance like that. He was really fucking talkative, way more than you expected; sometimes you thought if you didn’t say anything, he’d just go off on these wild tangents about how bad he needs you. “You feel good,” you replied, trying to keep it a little vague so he’d ask for more.
“How good?” he asked with a grin, and you smiled, too, because he was wonderfully predictable sometimes.
“So good,” you cooed, “so fucking good that I’m gonna come way too fast.”
“Hey, that’s my thing,” he joked. His stamina had definitely increased a lot in just a few encounters, but he still had a habit of coming quickly if you got him a bit too riled up. Not that you really minded… it was still cute, after all, and he usually made it up to you one way or another.
He picked up his pace, letting out a low moan against your ear. “Tell me you want me to come inside you,” he ordered, panting with each quick thrust.
“Fuck, Angus, I want you come,” you replied, whispering against his ear. “I want you to fill me—”
“Fuck…”
“And put all your come so deep in me—”
“Fuck, baby,” he whined again. “I’m so fucking close.”
You whined, running your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling your chest get tighter as you moved closer to the edge.
“Tell me you want me to breed you,” he added; okay, so much for predictable…
“Wh-what?” you choked, feeling suddenly hot all over. “Angus, I—”
“I know, you won’t,” he soothed, “it’s just, you know, pretend… just say you want it, please.”
You swallowed but nodded, holding on tighter to the back of his neck. “I… I want you to get me pregnant.”
“God, yes,” he whined through his teeth, fucking you faster.
“I-I want you to fill me up so I can have a baby,” you continued in a whisper, and he moaned again as his grip on your hips tightened. You could hardly believe what you were saying, nor that he had asked you to say it, and yet it made the most wonderfully bizarre feeling stir inside you— strangest of all, it was turning you on. “F-fuck, Angus, I’m gonna come.”
“You’re gonna come with me?” he pressed, sighing when you nodded. “Fuck, let’s do it— we’ll come together. That’ll definitely get you pregnant.”
“Jesus, Angus,” you hissed, “what are you talking about?”
“It doesn’t get you hot, thinking about it?” he challenged. “Thinking about us making a baby right now? Imagining how good it would feel to let me breed you and make you a mommy?”
“Sh-shut the fuck up,” you grunted, but you were already trying to hold it back.
“God, you want it so bad,” he noticed— how was he only this perceptive in these sorts of situations? “You want me to come in you and knock you up, I can tell. You’re gonna come just thinking about it.”
Even though it wasn’t really just thinking about it— it was him fucking you deep and fast and hard after a whole night of making love— you were forced to bite your lip and nod.
“C’mon, baby, I wanna feel it again,” he purred. “Feels so fucking perfect when you come around me— you’re mine, aren’t you?”
Your heart jumped and your eyes shut tight. “God,” you groaned in frustration, but he just smiled and held you tighter.
“It’s okay,” he cooed, “nobody has to know, it’s just me— you’re mine, right? Say it. Say you’re mine.”
You whined when it hit you— and nothing had ever hit you quite like that. Tensing up inside, pulsing uncontrollably, you felt the weight on your chest lift and you dug your nails into his shoulders as he fucked you through it. “Fuck! I-I’m yours!” you blurted out, unable to stop it when you were drowning in your ecstasy like that.
He swore against your ear, and gave you hardly one more thrust before falling over the edge himself, groaning weakly as his body sank down onto yours.
You hoped against all odds that he wouldn’t force you to address any of what you’d just said; he looked so exhausted that you almost wanted to let him fall asleep here if it meant avoiding that conversation. But it was just like him to only give you about ten seconds of silence before running his mouth again.
He started by just sitting up enough to kiss you on the cheek, then the lips, then the side of your forehead when you turned away. “That was so hot,” he announced, still catching his breath, as he grinned down at you.
“That was… different,” you admitted as you hoped your embarrassment wouldn’t show on your face. “You weren’t serious, right? I mean, you know I’m on the pill—”
“Yeah, of course,” he assured, “it’s just, I don’t know, a fantasy.”
You raised an eyebrow as you looked at him. “Respectfully, I thought it was more of a nightmare— you know, it’s kinda worst-case-scenario here.”
“No, no, I know— that’s why it’s fun,” he explained. “‘Cause it’s, like, bad. Well, not bad, but… scary. In a good way! Like a rollercoaster or something.”
“Yeah, sure,” you scoffed, “just like a rollercoaster. That’s why the maternity ward at the hospital looks so much like Six Flags.”
“You know what I mean,” he laughed. “It’s just… if it actually happened it would be a huge fucking deal… but just imagining it, just for fun I mean, it makes my heart race. See?”
He picked up one of your hands and put it on his neck, pressing your fingers into his pulse so you could feel its rapidness. “Fair enough,” you shrugged, “you sure scared the crap out of me for a second.”
“You liked it,” he cooed, kissing the tip of your nose. “You like being mine, too.”
Even if you could’ve hid the reaction on your face somehow, the way your weak muscles still found the energy to clench around his softening cock gave you away; he purred as he smiled, kissing you more tenderly on the lips this time.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered to you.
“I probably look like a mess,” you laughed quietly, “I don’t even want to know what my hair looks like after a night like this.”
“Yeah, that’s how I like you, though— you look pretty all fucked up,” he explained.
You glanced over as he moved to bury his face in your neck again, only to see the slightest blue glow in the window: the early light just before dawn. “Angus, it’s almost morning,” you noticed. “You need to go.”
“Not yet,” he begged, hugging you tighter. “I bet I can make you come again—”
“No,” you snapped, “if your parents find out you snuck out— and if anyone knows you came here—”
“Baby, c’mon,” he pouted, “I’ll be quick, nobody’s gonna know—”
“I swear to god, Angus—”
“Fine, fine,” he sighed, “then just kiss me before I go.”
He held your cheek and turned your face to his, and you kissed him; you hated these kisses, the ones that felt like goodbye. They were amazing, of course, but they always broke your heart.
“I’ll see you later?” he assumed.
“You’ll see me on Sunday,” you replied.
“Nooo, I can’t wait that long,” he whined.
“Yes you can,” you breathed. “Now get up, please, before I have to literally kick you out.”
“Fine,” he relented, climbing off of you and searching the floor for his boxers and t-shirt.
“I still can’t believe you ran here without even putting a coat on,” you remembered, “it’s below freezing out.”
“Whatever, it’s not even a block to my house,” he rolled his eyes.
“Mr. Lindy across the street takes out the trash insanely early in the morning— what if he sees you running back to your house in the snow without any fucking clothes on?!”
“He was young once, right? He’ll understand,” Angus laughed.
“I’m hoping he doesn’t understand,” you groaned, “‘cause if he figures it out and tells my parents—”
“I know,” he breathed, slipping on his shoes and leaning over the bed to kiss you quickly. “It’ll be fine, okay?”
“Okay,” you smiled back.
There was a brief pause before Angus dropped his arms down against his sides, hitting his legs; “Well, I… guess I’ll see you at Mass,” he announced.
“That’s gotta be the weirdest thing to say after hooking up with somebody,” you decided.
“I couldn’t think of anything else!” he defended. “I’m about to jump out your window, it’s already a pretty weird transition.”
“Okay, first of all, please don’t jump,” you replied, “but fair enough. I’ll see you at Mass.”
He hesitated, suddenly giving you one more kiss— one that lingered a little more— before opening your window and beginning to climb out.
~
Mass was certainly a lot more interesting when you kept feeling Angus’ eyes on you. His family had been just barely on time for the service, so you hadn’t been able to talk to him before it started; you could tell he was dying to know if you’d gone through with it.
You tugged on the bottom of your dress as you adjusted yourself in the pew; it was definitely a weird feeling, and you couldn’t stop worrying that someone, somehow, would see up your skirt and get an eyeful. The anxiety of it was oddly arousing, though— it made you understand a bit better what Angus had said about the whole scary in a good way thing.
When you occasionally spared a glance at him, you noticed that Angus still looked a little underslept; you’d both been up all night just a couple days ago, but the difference was that your parents didn’t really mind if you spent most of the next day in your room, so you’d had a chance to catch up— Angus’ parents were more determined to make use of his time off from school, and had him doing all kinds of chores and activities on Saturday that prevented him from getting more than a quick nap here and there.
And they’d tugged him out of bed bright and early for church today, so he was probably still feeling the effects of an all-nighter. That said, he certainly didn’t seem lacking in energy at the moment— he kept wringing his hands, constantly glancing at you, so noticeably that his mom lightly smacked him on the shoulder when she noticed it.
But you were looking across the aisle at him, too. If for no other reason than how cute he looked in his shirt and tie.
After the service, as everyone mingled around coffee and donuts, Angus made a beeline towards you— you’d kind of hoped he would be a little more subtle.
“Hey,” he greeted, and you just nodded at him with a smirk. “It’s been too long.”
He glanced at all the people passing by, stepping closer to you to let someone walk past but never moving back; he waited until no one was too close before he spoke again in a lower voice.
“Are you really not wearing any…?” he asked, an extra sparkle in his eye and a mischievous smile on his face. His smile dropped a bit when you nodded, though, and his eyes raked over you in the most intoxicating, lascivious way. You were sure you’d never had someone look at you like that, like they’d give anything to devour you right then— and with no panties to hold it, you felt your arousal slicken where your thighs rubbed together.
He cleared his throat and glanced over his shoulder, making sure no one was looking over at him as he adjusted his corduroys awkwardly; you licked your lips, a little too flattered by the effect you had on him.
“That’s, um, that’s…” he mumbled, tripping over his words. “That’s really… yeah.”
“Really what?” you challenged as you bit your lip briefly, moving closer to him and all but batting your eyes up at him.
“It’s really fucking sexy,” he whispered.
“Yeah?” you cooed. “I think it’s sexy that you think it’s sexy.”
“I haven’t stopped thinking about—” he began.
“I know,” you sighed, “me too.”
“I wasn’t even tired that day— I was wired, actually,” he laughed quietly. “I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Your heart’s pace picked up a bit, and you glanced away briefly. “I, um… I thought about you, too.
“There’s gotta be somewhere we can go,” he whispered. “It’s a big place— everyone’s here, if we just… found an empty room—”
“Jesus, Angus— in a church?!” you hissed.
“Come on,” he begged, “I don’t know when we’ll get a chance again— and I’m leaving tomorrow— and I want you so bad—”
“Shh,” you warned him, making sure no one was nearby again. “We’ll figure something out— just not here. It’s too risky.”
“But I need you now,” he insisted, voice lower and darker as he stepped just a bit closer to you. “It won’t take us long— I mean, it definitely won’t take me long, after spending the last two days thinking about you.”
You crossed your arms, looking down at the floor, and you felt him lean in over you. “Please, baby?” he whispered under his breath.
Releting, you took a glance at the crowd and made sure nobody was looking in your direction. “You go find an empty room in the east wing. I’ll talk to a few people— so it doesn’t look like we’re going together— and I’ll come find you in a few minutes, okay?”
“Great,” he beamed. “Uh, which way is east again?”
You pointed him in the right direction and watched him bound away, sighing to yourself as you re-entered the crowd. You got a lot of questions about your plan now that you finished your degree— and you found yourself repeating the same stock answer about how your graduate program didn’t start until the fall so you had the spring and summer to stay home. Even though you knew you needed to kill some time to look less suspicious, you found yourself glancing constantly towards the east wing, getting more and more impatient for your chance to slip away as unnoticed as possible.
As the crowd was clearing out and nearly everyone’s attention was turned onto somebody’s new baby, you took the opportunity to disappear into the dark hallway. As you peered around the doors, you saw Angus peeking out at you through one of the little windows; the door opened, and you slipped into an abandoned Sunday school classroom, barely having time to gingerly shut the door behind you before you felt his lips on your neck and his hand sliding up your thigh.
“That took forever,” he complained, and before you could remind him it had hardly been five minutes, his fingers were exploring between your legs. “Fuck, what’re you so wet for?” he teased, and you groaned as you pulled him closer by his pants and hopped up to sit on the low bookshelf nearby.
“Just hurry up,” you hissed, “we need to get this over with before somebody finds us here.”
He opened his fly quickly, but struggled slightly to free himself from the confines of his trousers; you hummed a bit when he got it out, pressing it against you right away as you moved your hips up.
Thrusting into you all at once, you both sighed slowly; you took hold of his shoulders, he grabbed onto your hips, and instantly he began to fuck into you impatiently.
“God, you’re so tight,” he hissed against your ear. “Touch yourself— I want you to come, too.”
You reached between your bodies to put a few fingers on your clit, rubbing fast in hopes that you could catch up with him.
“Do you always do what you’re told?” he mocked playfully.
“I think the fact that we’re doing this right after church proves that I don’t,” you replied.
“Guess you only do what I tell you to,” he shrugged, which really made you want to talk back, but you couldn’t because you were trying not to moan too loudly.
He moved faster inside you, and something about the angle of sitting up on the shelf was making him hit just the right spot— or maybe you were sensitive from the exhilarating fear of getting caught.
“What if I got you pregnant here?” he purred, making you arch your back slightly. “Wouldn’t that be funny?”
“You’ve got a weird sense of humor, Tully,” you breathed, struggling not to let your voice come out all whiny and weak.
“Knocked up at St. Mary’s… it’s what God would want, right?”
“Do you never shut up?” you hissed.
“No,” he smirked, “you’re cute when you’re ticked off at me.”
His eyes met yours, and you felt a strange emotion stir in your chest: you bit your lip, willing yourself to tear away from his gaze, but you found it impossible somehow.
One of his hands moved from your hip up to your chest, palming at you through your dress. You tensed up inside, making him wince a bit, and you couldn’t believe how close you were already.
“Oh god, baby, m’gonna come,” you whimpered, moving your hand even faster over your clit; he groaned in approval, leaning in to kiss all along your neck.
“Come for me,” he pleaded, “I’m so fucking close— please come, fuck—”
“R-right there,” you gasped, gripping his shoulder tighter— actually, that wasn’t the only place you were gripping him tighter. He was struggling to maintain the pace of his thrusts, in fact, with how hard your walls were bearing down on him. “Yes, yes, yes—”
“Not too loud,” he warned you, and you bit hard on your own lip to suppress your moan: it stayed in your throat instead, and you heard him gasp as he heard and felt you reaching your peak. He had to take his hand off your chest and put it on the bookshelf under you to help keep you upright, and he looked down between your bodies to watch himself give you a few final thrusts.
He stopped suddenly, whimpering slightly as he buried himself in you as deep as he could go; you sighed and laid back on the bookshelf again, having to tilt your head to avoid a figurine of some prophet or saint that you had absolutely no interest in identifying at the moment.
Angus took a moment to catch his breath, before looking back over his shoulder and through the door’s window to make sure no one was in the hallway. He pulled his cock out of you carefully and did his best to fit it back into his pants. As you felt a warm oozing feeling between your legs, your face began to heat up.
“Maybe I didn’t think this through,” you realized.
“What?” he mumbled.
“I’m gonna have to go out there with nothing on under my dress, with your come leaking out of me.”
He bit his lip.
“It’s not sexy, Angus! It’s very inconvenient!” you frowned.
“It’s both,” he insisted. “It’s very much both.”
~
Though you did get another chance to see Angus before he left, it wasn’t that sort of rendezvous, unfortunately. Although, just sitting and talking with him was wonderful, too— in an entirely different way. See, that was the thing that scared you most, even more than how badly you’d come to crave his touch: how happy you felt just being with him.
He was funny, and weird, and seemed to think your stories from college were fascinating; he was well-read, especially for a high school student, and you two could chat about your favorite books— a hobby most of your classmates in college found too nerdy to sympathize with.
It probably looked totally wholesome from the outside: two childhood friends catching up while they were back home for a while. And you, you probably looked normal and cool on the outside— you were trying to, at least. But inside, you were terrified. You wanted it to be like what Angus said— scary, in a good way, like a rollercoaster— but you were starting to just feel sick. You know, like an actual rollercoaster would…
“Everyone there is so… dumb,” Angus decided as he leaned back, looking up at the ceiling.
“That can’t be true, it’s a good school,” you tried to encourage him.
“I mean, maybe they could be smart, but they act like morons,” he clarified. “They hate me, too, and I don’t even really know why.”
“Probably because they can sense that you think they’re all morons,” you suggested; and he looked over at you, as if he’d genuinely never thought of that before.
But instead of addressing that, he sat up again and changed the subject. “My parents probably want me to go back and, like, put my trunk in the car and stuff…”
“Right,” you nodded, “you should go.”
“Yeah— b-but, listen, um, before I do…” he trailed off, leaning a little closer to you on the couch. “I wanted to, you know, talk. About something.”
“We’ve been talking for half an hour,” you noticed.
“Right, uh— I meant something specific,” he explained, his cheeks seeming to get a little bit more pink. “I… I won’t be back until spring break, you know…”
“Uh huh,” you nodded, raising an eyebrow as you wondered what he was getting at.
“And, you know, we’ve been having such a great time,” he went on, and your heart twisted. You’d heard this spiel before: the things are so good now, why do we need to put a label on it? why can’t we just have fun talk. The you’re great, but not good enough for more than this talk. You decided to jump in and spare him before he said anything too… honest.
“I get it,” you promised, and he looked at you nervously. “We’re gonna be too far apart for too long— and you shouldn’t, you know, feel like you’re tied down to anything. It’s okay— I didn’t think I was, like, your girlfriend or anything.”
“R-right,” he coughed, looking away and putting his hand on the back of his neck. “Yeah, that’s— that’s what I was gonna say. I knew you’d understand.”
You smiled, wishing you weren’t always so goddamn understanding. “But it was fun— a good way to kill time over the break, for sure.”
“Yeah,” he agreed alongside a thin laugh. “I… I think I’ll always owe you, for being my first time and all.”
“Well, you’ve certainly spent your first two weeks of not being a virgin pretty well,” you snorted. “I had a good time. We’ll call it even.”
“And… when I come back?” he pressed. “Maybe we can, I dunno… maybe we can do it again.”
You grinned and tilted your head. “Yeah, I like that idea.”
“But can I still call you?” he asked nervously.
“Of course!” you beamed. “You’ll have to tell me if you get any good books assigned this semester.”
“Yeah, I doubt it,” he scoffed, but his smile lifted just a bit.
“I can come see you off, if you want,” you offered, “but it might make your mom suspect something…”
“You’re probably right,” he admitted, “I wish you weren’t, but you are— but I’ll call first thing when I get there!”
You smiled, and he gave you a hug before he left; and he promised to call again, though you’d believed him the first time. And the next time you stayed up all night with Angus, it was on the phone— he snuck out of bed with a bag of quarters, and told you the phone was free so you wouldn’t feel bad, and talked to you about everything he could possibly think of.
Except, you didn’t quite make it all night: you fell asleep at some point, while he was talking about his English paper… not that he could blame you.
And for some reason, one that even he himself couldn’t quite explain, he kept feeding the phone quarters and listening to you sleep; he didn’t hang up until it was nearly morning and he had to sneak back into his room.
[series masterlist here]
2K notes
·
View notes
Note
https://www.tumblr.com/theemporium/732996365739819008/httpspbstwimgcommediaf-cfpsex0aa8a5hformat
PLEASEEE can we have the smallest of blurbs/thots on this, them cuddling into the reader because they’re wee pups after all
-🥀
I KNEW I HAD TO AS WELL
.
You were aware that the forecast said it would rain, but you didn’t realise it would be a full fucking thunderstorm.
You had been huddled in the Red Bull garage when the weather took a dramatic turn for the worse. First, there were just a few radios here and there about some rain hitting the track. Seconds later, a massive dark cloud was covering the track, the sun was gone and the conditions were far too dangerous to finish the end of qualifying.
You were honestly just happy both your boys were safe as they made their way into the pits, even prouder when you realised this meant they would be starting on the front row together. But then the thunder started and a part of you froze.
Thunderstorms were never a problem for you. If anything, you enjoyed them. The rain pattering against the window, the distant sound of thunder claps in the air with strikes of lightning as you played some calming music. Being cuddled up in bed, maybe even a book in hand with a warm drink by your side.
But your boys never thought the same.
You had began moving before you could even process it, but the team wouldn’t let you leave the safety of the garages just yet, which left you watching the interview on one of the screens. You could see it on their faces, even if they tried to hide it. You could see them trying to laugh it off and continue with the questions. You could see the way their bodies flinched, the way they covered their ears, the way they gravitated towards each other for safety. It broke your heart to see because you knew exactly how they were during thunderstorms.
The second they were given the go ahead, the boys were heading straight back to their drivers’ rooms to leave for the hotel as soon as they could. But it was short-lived when both boys barreled into Max’s driver room, Charles rushing towards you before you could even blink.
A low whine left him as he wound his arms around your waist, tugging you close and burying his face into the crook of your neck as another distant thunderclap echoed outside.
“I know,” you murmured, holding onto him tightly as your eyes caught Max’s—who you knew was trying to put on a brave face. “Let’s head back to the hotel, okay? Everything is gonna be fine.”
Both boys were twitchy the whole ride over. All three of you were sitting in the back of the car, with you pressed between both boys as they tried to distract themselves. You could feel the anxiety rolling off them, you could feel the way their bodies tensed and the way their hands tightened on your thighs. You knew they just wanted to be alone and far away from the thunder.
The second the hotel room door locking sounded through the suite, you heard the distinct sound of clothes ripping before two massive, fluffy beasts were approaching you. Another clap of thunder rendered through the air and both boys let out pitiful whines, cowering slightly as they looked up at you with big eyes.
“My poor boys,” you cooed softly as you reached out to run your hands over the heads, scratching behind their ears until both wolves were nosing at your legs. “C’mon, we’ll do what we do when we’re home.”
And it was a little more squished than the bed you shared at home, but it did the job just fine. You had both wolves squashing you between them, their heads resting on your stomach with the duvet over them. It was a trick you read online with dogs and fireworks, but it seemed to work perfectly with your werewolf boyfriends.
“You both need to eat something soon,” you told them when you felt one of them—probably Charles, if you knew your boys well—pushing the fabric of your shirt up until he could rest his head on your bare stomach. “And I would rather not scare hotel staff with two massive dogs that are technically undisclosed.”
Max let out a huff against your thigh.
“Don’t be a puppy,” you snorted as your fingers threaded through his fur. “Just one meal and then you can transform back. I would like at least thirty minutes with my boys to tell you how proud I am of both of you for getting the front row.”
Charles let out a loving purr as he nuzzled himself further into you.
“Yeah, I love you too.”
.
#lestappen#charles leclerc#max verstappen#formula one#f1#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc x you#charles leclerc x y/n#charles leclerc fic#charles leclerc one shot#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen x you#max verstappen x y/n#max verstappen fic#max verstappen one shot#formula one x reader#formula one x you#formula one x y/n#formula one fic#formula one one shot#f1 x reader#f1 x you#f1 x y/n#f1 fic#f1 one shot
463 notes
·
View notes
Note
❤️❤️ah, I didn't want to dump requests into your inbox in case it came off as "cater more to ME" but if you do take requests.. I've been struggling with serious fatigue and migraines lately (Dr and I have no idea what's causing it) so I've had a hard time dragging myself out of bed and taking care of myself. Which of the cod boys do you think would find ways to help? I think Simon would be gentle but absolute in his caretaking. I bet he would hold me upright in the shower, whereas Gaz would share a bubble bath and order takeout :')
{I hope you get some answers soon anon! And don't be worried about sending requests! I love getting them ♥️}
Personally, I think each of the 141 would have similar yet subtly different approaches.
Price
John is a worrier. Always has been. The man exudes stress when it comes to the ones he loves, especially when they're in pain. He'll bundle you up in some blankets, carry you to the couch and turn down the lights. Letting you rest comfortably.
Without taking his eyes off you, he's probably in the kitchen talking to your doctor on the phone. He wants to know how to help you, not having answers frustrates him.
The rest of the time is about you. He'll get you some migraine medication. He's definitely making you eat a lot of fruit because he read somewhere it helps with headaches. He doesn't want to toss you around, just trying to keep you comfortable.
He also will not tolerate if you feel guilty about being so exhausted.
"You just don't feel good love.. don't you worry about a thing. Just let me take care of you. It's what you deserve."
Gaz
Kyle, dear Lord, will take such good care of you. Like it's second nature. From the moment you wake up, you're held close in his arms. As soon as you stir in pain he'll ask what's going on, pressing kisses to your skin.
You're gonna be pampered the entire day. The room is only lit by some candles, he'll carry you from bed to a warm bath. Stripping down and joining you as well. You won't have to lift a finger, not that he'll let you anyways- definitely not an excuse to wash and play with your hair.
He'll wave you off anytime you say that you feel like you're burdening him.
"You know I like takin' care of you anyways"
He might leave to go get you medicine real quick, probably sits in the tea aisle as well- trying to find something that helps with migraines.
Soap
Johnny, the sweet bastard, kinda takes this to have a lazy day with you. If anyone, he's the one ordering take out with you. Arms wrapped around your waist, kissing on your stomach and snuggling into you.
"my poor wee lass.."
Cooing and doting after you. You aren't getting up even if you want to. He's pulling you right back in bed, whining to not over exert yourself.
"You tell me what you need hen."
And you somewhat have to, he doesn't really know exactly what to do. But he'll do anything you ask of him. Get your medication, get you some water, practically spoon feeds you. Opens the windows to get you some fresh air. If you're cold, well he's right there to warm you up.
Ghost
Simon is more of a watch dog. At your side constantly. If you want up and around, he won't stop you. But the moment you look too exhausted, or wince from your migraine? You're getting scooped up and taken back to bed. He just wants what's best for you.
Anon is right about the shower. He'll hold you up against him, lips pressed to your forehead. Supporting you against his body, mumbling sweet words into your skin as he washes you up. Swaying the both of you slightly together with a deep rumbling hum.
"I'm right here doll.. I'm not leaving ya.."
He mutters. Simon can sometimes be a hard ass, even in your relationship. But when you're hurting like this? He can't have a mean bone in his body. Every little thing you do, you're getting so much praise for it. He knows how tired you are, you're doing so well.
#cod x reader#disabled reader#call of duty x reader#cod mw x reader#simon riley x reader#john price x reader#johnny mactavish x reader#kyle garrick x reader#141 x reader
180 notes
·
View notes
Note
Is me~ back to haunt you Ask Box o/ because I just had A Thought(tm)
What if~? The OPPOSITE of my Magic Sex Toy idea? Uno Reverse?
But how would that even work? You say. Tim would very obviously notice!
Oh ho ho~ ye of little Faith! *slaps my "join the Church of Civilian Tim" poster I obviously made myself* CONSIDER! Not a cape! Semi-stable schedules!
We open our scene with stalking. As ya do. Tim would prefer you call it "bird watching" or "observing the night life" but... let's be real here. Stalking. He's getting them NICE Premium Pics for his Definitely-Not-A-Stalker-Shrine. There's a newbie on the scene. A gaudy robe wearing mofo.
3 guess what HIS shtick is. First two don't count.
But! Thing is? Tim is no long a wee baby faced pre-teen. He is a Man(tm). Legally, twice over. And well... you find a LOT if Neat Late Night Shops running after the bats. He may have been persuaded by CERTAIN libidos that maybe he should check them out. Who can say? You can't prove ANYTHING. These bags are groceries and no you can't check..
Where was he? Ah, right, Pics of the Nightwing booty. *click*
Tim forgets Rule Number 1.5: ALWAYS keep an eye on what the villian is doing.
By the way... what that bright light? Oh, just a SPELL BOLT. Fuckin DODGE, MAN!
He fails to dodge.
🥺 H-His camera... Night-booty... Also why does he feel? Tingly? He doesn't stick around to figure it out. Grabs his TRAGICLY dead camera and bolts. Not getting caught at the scene of the stalking TODAY, no sir! Batmans definitely gonna check the area and he SHANT be there! Early night it is!
He gets back to his apartment. Still feels tingly... but less? Maybe those charms he looked up how to make protected him after all. Still, shouldn't push his luck, you know? He settles in for the night. Gets a warm shower.
Comes out and eyes the bags he dropped by the bed... and... well...
He DID wrap up early~ Maybe treat for Timmy time. He digs them out.
Weird.
They? We're already pretty life like (it's why he bought them) but... when he TOUCHES one? He swears it gets MORE life like? He really should look this up or something... suspect toys in Gotham and all... but on the other hand? Horny. And the boxes WERE closed. It's fiiiiine.
But which one? It's kinda been a while. And he doesn't want to be sore tomorrow. This one!
So Tim lays back. Let's himself enjoy working himself open. Then works the fake(?) Cock inside himself. And oh~ it's WARM. Twitchs. He let's himself enjoy a slow, lazy session. Get really sloppy and relaxed before finally finding juuust the right angle aaaand~
Across the city, the current Robin, Damian Wayne, is shaking APPART on a roof top. Sweat pouring down his temple, thighs trembling as he tries ro stop himself from rutting up into empty air. It won't help. Won't make the damnable TEASING go any faster. Wet and tight and PERFECT around him.
Came out of NOWHERE. One second he was patrolling, the next barely catching himself from falling. Stumbling into an alchove on some god forsaken roof. Hands fumbling to turn off his comms. Absolutely not. They could NOT hear him like this.
Panting into hands pressed tight over his own mouth to stiffle the sound he wants to make. Beg and demand that magnificent heat go FASTER. Plunge him DEEPER. But he CANT. Because there's no one there. Just him and the slowly increasing pressure in his balls, begging for relief.
Then, like prayers answered, it DOES. He could WEEP. Can't stop the aborted jerks of his hips as he chases his relief. Soon is trembling like the virgin he ISNT anymore as he spills into... into SOMEONE.
They take it so well. So perfectly.
He's RUINED. His hand will never be enough after this. And Tim has no idea.
Sure, he's not stupid. He didn't buy toys the fake cum. (So to be safe plan B it is) But? In the cold like of day? Prooooobably magic sex toys. Eh. It's Gotham. Not the weirdest thing to happen. Tim's keeping them.
And using them.
Thus begins the "phantom lover" incident, as Bruce will insist on calling it. Because "we were haunted by random fuckings" sounds... unprofessional. And he's a Dramatic Bitch at heart.
Damian, obviously, told NO ONE. Patrol? Utterly normal. Mind you business. But Bruce? Uncomfortable conversations for EVERYBODY~☆
See, Tim has a long day. His new camera isn't gonna be in for a WEEK. There is no point in going out. So his evening stretchs long and empty before him. Which... SPEAKING of things both long and things empty... >.>
He remembers. There was an absolute UNIT that he bought. It also has that base... which mean he could put it on the sex pillow. Try riding it... oh he's GOTTA, now.
Lucky for Bruce, he's not even in the cave when it hits. Unluckily, it is a cock teasing hell. Nothing to hold. No body to press close. No skin to run his hands across or ears to whisper filthy praise. So TIGHT. Fluttering and fighting to take him. Sinking little by little. Can't even HEAR him praising them. He can't even distract them, rub their clit and sooth them as muscles relax.
Can't hold them by the hips and work them up and down. They way he knows will work best. At angles that will make them SOB. Just nothing, nothing, nothing. Trembling and eager around him but so SLOW. Pausing again and again to adjust. Can't thrust in, can't pull out, only TAKE it. Let himself be teased.
But OH. When they finally, FINALLY get a rythme? He knows they can hear a word he says. Not yet. But the FILTH he growls. The audacity of what they're doing. He's GOING to find them. Going to pin them done and-
Tim spend the next day sore, but happy. Definitely not an "every day" sort of toy, but holy shit the orgasm. He hasn't slept this well in a WHILE. Though... when he wakes up? The Bats are acting weird. Violent, hyper-focused, seemly shaking down leads with a single minded enthusiasm. Weird.
Speaking OFF. Now he's wondering... does the possibly fake cum... TASTE like real cum?
One way to find out.
And... look. Dick may have been warned, but it's one thing to hypothetically get your bits milked dry and another to be doubled over seeing the face of god. He would gladly kill a man for the ability to grab hold of whoever is doing this and ram home. The mouth on him is a thing of wonder and it keeps TEASING the tip. They keep running soft, pampered, little hands up and down his length. God he wants them to feel him in their GUT. Fuck their face and their ass and any OTHER holes they have til everything is sloppy and wet and-
Yep! From the tast flooding Tim's mouth, that's real cum. Good his he got his shot. But it begs the question... whoms't exactly is he fucking? Tim's not sure he's comfortable with random hook ups. What if, Gods forbid, it linked him to the JOKER or something!? He'd have to blow up the city and everyone in it.
He considers this as he resumes his sta- he means, BIRD watching. Newly be-camera-d. Weirdly enough, now Nightwing is acting off too. What is going ON? Also... he could of SWORN he saw the Red Hood a second ago. Did he leave? Aaw D:>
.....what's that sound?
*boss music starts playing* That would be the Red Hood. Owner of the mythical Common Sense gene. HE immediately phoned a friend! And by THAT we mean he beamed up to The Watchtower to get poked at by magic users until he had a scanner.
Beep beep, mother fucker. You have explaining to do.
OR, counter argument.... Tim makes a run for it. Doesn't GET far. But he Sure Did Try! Jason is unamused. Consent is sexy, kids. And he has the gun to explain that. But! TIM has the panic babbling to explain his horny stupidity and innocence.
Fair enough. He's confiscating them though. If you get horny, just fucking ask.
Wait.... really? Does Jason really mean that?
And... two things. Cute Horny Idiot knows his identity. And.... he never said HE wasn't also apparently a horny idiot. Sure, why the fuck not.
He confiscate the magic contraband... then bends that twink in HALF. Comms off, back into it. Tim can barely breathe, pressed down so tightly to the bed as his guts get re-arranged, callused hands holding his legs spread, his childhood hero rumbling FILTH into his ear as hips snap against his, again and again and AGAIN. The world is hot and fuzzy around the edges and... AND-!
Jason's pretty damn smug that HES not only the one who found mystery twink, but them fucked him incoherent. He seriously considers just... not saying anything. Whoops! Nothing to find here folks. To bad the Watchtower is a fuckin snitch.
So obviously Bruce finds out. And wants to "talk to him". Which inevitably ends with Tim, pressed close to his front, held still as he "fucks him properly". Which as far a Tim is concerned is a god damned excuse to EMPALE him on his monster of a cock. Work it deeper and deeper, all while holding him like a lover, as he absolutely DESTROYS Tim's poor puss. Makes him lose count of how many times he's gotten off. Until everything is too bright and hyper sensitive. Til it's nearly hurting but not quite there and all Tim can think about, as he whimpers and drools, is SLEEP.
Oh... and THEN he wants to talk about how Tim knows their secret identies. Ask him in the morning or Tim WILL cry at you.
He wakes up in Wayne Manor. He did not go to sleep in Wayne Manor. He can't move his lower body with out pain. Bruce is clearly pretending he planned that. Liar.
Then? Karma. His horny chickens come home to roost. Has Bruce introduced you to his sons? This is Dick and Damian. They remember you. And would like a "word".
(The word is sex and they would like it as soon as possible)
👀👀👀!!!!!!!!!!!! a reverse magic sex toy!!!!!!!!!!!!! where tim tortures the other bats by fucking his little pussy with their cocks while they're forced to just suffer and endure it until he's finished. more than once they almost scream from frustration because tim finishes before they do and he pulls them out of his warm, slick little hole. 👀👀👀👀
157 notes
·
View notes
Text
History
a/n: Hope you enjoy this one, feel free to request anything you want❤
word count: 0.6k
“Come here” he said while pulling your hand
“Ok, but you have to guide me, don’t forget that” you said while clutching to his hand. Charles had blindfolded you as soon as you got in the car. He had told you he was taking you to dinner, but not telling you where.
“Don’t worry, I got you, here, stay here, and don’t move”
“Copy clear, sir” you joked and he laughed before hugging you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder, kissing it softly
“Ok, I’m gonna take this out now, but keep you eyes closed, ok, chérie?”
“Charles, what are you doing?”
“Trust me” you just nodded, and kept your eyes closed, as promised “ok, you can open them now”
You opened your eyes and saw a beautiful sight. A towel was laid on the floor, pillows on it, a picnic basket as well. You looked at charles who stared back at you, watching very carefully your reaction “Do you like it, mon ange?”
“Do I like it? I love it, Charles, thank you, thank you, it’s perfect” you said while resting both your hands on his face, giving him random kisses on his whole face “What’s the occasion?”
“You” he simply said. His hands resting on your hips, pulling you to him. Your hands nor located on his shoulders, while you stared wordless at the sight, you really were a lucky girl, you had everything you always wanted. “C’mon, let’s eat”
.
“This is so pretty, Charles” you wee laying with your head dropped on his chest, both looking at the stars
“I’m glad you like it, there’s one ore surprise though”
“Another?”
“Yep, I’m gonna need you to close your eyes again, mon ange”
You closed your eyes and felt Charles shift a little below you, and soon enough you felt him place something on top of your belly”
“You can open them now”
You opened your eyes, only to see a black velvet box on top of you, but you didn’t though much of it, it wasn’t unusual for charles to give you little gift, that was until you opened it and saw a beautiful ring with a diamond on top of it “Charles-” you said removing your eyes from the ring “-what is this?”
“This, this is yours, if you take it. y/n, I cannot imagine my life without you in it, you’re the reason I get up everyday and try to be the best version of myself, you’re the reason why I don’t quit after something bad happens, you’re the light in my life, and ever since you’ve been in it, you completely took over my heart, and my mind. You’re the first though that pops into my head when I wake up, and the last one before I go to bed. My favorite part about Sundays used to be when I’m racing but none of that matters anymore if I don’t have you. Now, my favorite parts are when I wake up next to you, being able to see those beautiful eyes as soon as I wake up, not caring about anything else int that moment. I cannot imagine my future without you in it, so please, please, say you will be my wife and I promise to spend the rest of my life making sure you know it was the right answer”
At this point, you were full crying, emotions taking over as you listened to his speech, you loved that man more than word could describe, but if they could, it would be those exact words he said to you
“yes, yes, of course, how could I say no” you answered after you felt in eyes on you. He softly put the ring on your finger and kissed you passionately.
And well, the rest was history, YOUR history.
#charles leclerc fluff#charles leclerc fanfic#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc drabble#charles leclerc x y/n#charles leclerc x you#charles leclerc x female reader#taurussbabe
554 notes
·
View notes
Text
here’s another jack fic, because i’m a wee bit obsessed. This is literally just straight up the sweetest fluff ever. CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR SCREAM V1!!!
Jack Champion x reader
EMOTIONALLY UNWELL
You weren’t sure why you were feeling the way you were feeling. Maybe it was the stress from work, maybe it was the fact that all of your friends suddenly wanted nothing to do with you, or maybe it was all of that and that Jack left for the gym hours ago, and all you wanted was to be cuddled up with him.
You laid on the couch, swaddled in the fluffiest blanket you own, with one of Jacks hoodies on. You had decided to have a Scream marathon, just you and your sweet angel Butters, who had decided to abandon your pity party about 30 minutes ago.
You were in the middle of Scream 5, when your favorite character Dewey dies. You’ve seen this movie probably close to 100 times, so why only now do you find yourself crying your eyes out, as you watch Gale scream for Dewey. Which then got you thinking about Jack in Scream VI. Yeah sure he was a psycho killer, but you still didn’t like seeing him die. He’s your angel face sweetheart, after all.
That was your breaking point. You grab your phone, clicking on Jacks contact. After two rings, he picks up, slightly out of breath. “Hey sweetheart, I was just finishing up here.” His voice calming you already.
“Oh, okay.” You pause for a moment, clearing your voice to hide the emotion. You figure telling him how much you need his undivided attention because you’re very emotional, would cause nothing but panic. And he did say he was finishing up. So, you said the first thing that came to mind, “I just wanted to know if you wanted to cook for dinner, or grab something on your way back home?” You can FEEL him perk up, already knowing what he’d rather do.
“Angel, c’mon, you know I’d rather cook dinner with you. Give me like 10 more minutes here, and I’ll be on my way home.” A relieved sigh escapes past your lips. “Okay! Just please be quick Jack. You always say 10 more minutes, and then it turns into, “5 more reps babe!”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I love you sweets. I’ll be home in like 30 minutes max.” Knowing that probably wouldn’t happen, you roll your eyes. “Okay, I love you too!” Hanging up the phone, you stand and make your way to find Butters. If Jack was gonna be gone longer, you had to get the next best thing. You soon find Butters cuddled into Jacks pillow on your shared bed. Snapping a quick picture because of how cute he looks, you scoop him into your arms and fall on to your bed.
As soon as your head hits Jacks pillow, you can’t help but snuggle your face into it even more. His scent gently taking over your senses. It was calming for a few seconds, until you started thinking about how he tucks you right in under his chin, and the soft rise and fall of his chest against your cheek.
You missed him. All you wanted was him, and you realized very quickly, nothing was going to help you except for him. He was the absolute only thing that ever made you feel safe.
More tears came rushing down your face, a sob falling from your lips. “What the fuck is wrong with me today?” You ask yourself. Butters gives you his signature side eye, before jumping out of your arms, and once again leaving you alone.
And then you hear your front door open.
Jumping up, not caring at all how tears are still streaming down your face, you run down stairs and straight to the kitchen. You knew that’s immediately where he would go. And you were right, you were always right about Jack.
His back was facing you as you walked in, and as soon as you reached him, you squeezed yourself between him and the counter. “Oh, hey baby!” His hand comes up to your back, and he leans down to press a kiss to your hairline.
After a few minutes, he finally takes a good look at you. “Hey what’s wrong?” You were clinging to him by this point, not daring to let go. Your cheeks still had tears streaming down them, and your poor eyes. All swollen and bloodshot. He grabbed you by the waist and put you on the counter to get a better look at you. “What happened sweet girl?”
And that’s when it all came crumbling down.
“You were gone for forever today! Work was absolutely horrible this morning, Maya and Blake want nothing to do with me for some reason. Butters, our sweet angel, keeps giving me bombastic side eye. AND on top of all of that, I keep thinking about how you die in Scream and it’s making me really sad.” He can’t help but laugh. He wishes he could stop himself, his sweet girl is having a bad day and he’s laughing.
“Jack!” You hit his shoulder, stopping him from laughing more, a smile still on his lips. “You’re adorable. You know that?” He places a quick kiss to your lips, and you pout up at him when he pulls away. “Hey, stop that pouting, I’m right here, baby.” You grasp the sides of his shirt, and let out a whine. “Yeah, but you’re not close enough.” Jack couldn’t help but let another laugh out. He secretly loved when you got like this. So needy for him, whiny and borderline bratty, all because you just wanted him close to you.
“I have to go shower. You wanna sit in the bathroom and talk to me while I do that?” “Mhmm.” You nod your head, a slight pout still on your lips. “Alright, c’mere.” He scoops you up and makes his way to the bathroom, before sitting you back down on the bathroom counter.
You watch him start the shower, and then come back over to you while it warms up. “So, what are we gonna make for dinner?” You knew what he was doing, he was trying to distract you from your thoughts. “I don’t know. I don’t even think we have anything to make for dinner. So, we’ll probably have to go to the store.” You sigh out, the thought of going to the store, where there are a lot of people, did not sound appealing to you. Jack kisses your cheek, then starts walking back to the shower, stripping before he gets in.
“Okay, then how about you choose somewhere to get takeout, and we’ll go pick it up together.”
“We can do that.” You reply back softly.
After about 20 minutes and you and Jack talking about any and everything, Jack literally tumbles out of the shower, slipping as he steps out, making the cutest giggle fall from your mouth. Jack couldn’t help but smile at the sound.
As he starts getting dressed, you hear him start to sing softly. Something he only did in front of you and his mother. And you couldn’t help but start to tear up at his voice.
When Jack finished getting dressed, he looks back over at you, and immediately rushes over. “Baby, what’s wrong now? Have you really missed me that much today?” He wipes the tears from your cheeks, and guides your head to his chest, rubbing the back of it.
You sniffle before looking back up at him. “It’s just, I’m so in love with you.” You pause, sniffling again, before continuing.
“Everything about you, just brings me so much joy, and comfort. And your voice- Jack I swear all I can imagine is the sun kissing your throat every morning before you wake, giving you this warmth, that could have only been created for you.” Jack couldn’t resist anymore, he needed to kiss you. So he did, and he tried to put every ounce of love he had for you in it.
When he pulls away, there’s a smile on his face that he thinks will be there for the rest of his life. “I don’t know what kind of person I was in my past life, but I had to be a fucking saint to end up with someone like you.”
“Then can you pinky promise that you’re never gonna leave me?” You hold your pinky up, big hopeful eyes staring right into his. He hooks his pinky with yours, sealing the promise with a kiss to your hand, and then a kiss to your lips. “I would have to die in order for that to happen.”
You smile and let your head fall against his chest again. “I believe we would find our way back to each other. Theres no way our souls aren’t bonded together by an invisible string, since we were thought to be created” You can feel his hand rubbing up and down your back. “You are undoubtedly my soulmate, Jack. No one could convince me otherwise.”
“You’re mine too, angel. I hope you always believe that.”
629 notes
·
View notes
Text
warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, (pinv), supposed to be one night stand, my very vanilla definition of filth, and a wee bit of praising if you squint
you met dean in some dive bar in the middle of nowhere.
of course you were working a case and so was he. the night had so much in store for the two of you it was ridiculous.
talking, flirting, dancing, and a lot of drinking. you both being highly inebriated made the moment a thousand times better. “what? no no no no, no. scarface is wayyyy better than rocky” he spoke in his drunken language earning a scoff from you and an look as if he had shot you.
“how drunk are you? rocky, all versions; for clarification is like a gazillion times better than scarface..on its worse day” you shrugged sipping your third beer. “yeah yeah whatever…” he said shaking his head with a grin to die for just below his prickly facial hair.
“after this you have any plans?”the man in hunter green questioned rubbing the fabric above your knee, “i was gonna go watch rocky again” you snorted softly shrugging and tilting your head a bit “why? you were gonna ask me out?”.
“if i were, would you say no?” dean asked mocking your movements, his hands going just a tad higher. in your head, him asking if you would say no was the dumbest thing ever. look at him! but of course you still had to play cat and mouse.
“depends..are you always this flirty or is it the liquor?” flew out of your mouth as your hand slide onto his, simply holding it. once the man felt your warmth he looked down and smiled as his cheeks turned red hot.
now you don’t remember much from that night, but what you do remember is..
“mm” you moaned one that was muffled by his lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck and he tossed you onto the bed of the shitty motel he was staying at.
without thinking dean quickly pulled his black cotton shirt over his head and throws it onto the floor.
next was his pants, man oh man were you excited. he slid the dark wash denim down to his ankles as you started to do the same before he abruptly stopped you.
“nuh uh, i wanna” the man suggested as he began kissing your neck, switching from one side to the other. you cooed softly as his tongue worked its way up your neck and down again.
soon enough, he was down at the waistline of your jeans making a hickey belt. his words.
this continued on for awhile until he undressed you completely looking down at his artwork, a true picasso he was.
“are you sure?” dean inquired gently biting your earlobe as you nodded arching your back a bit. this received a low deep chuckle from him.
he then flipped you onto your back and rubbed himself against your plush lips. “gah” he groaned as you whined rocking your hips trying to get any friction you can “hold on baby” the man towering you told moments before sliding himself into you.
“shit” you hissed your back arching even deeper than before. the thrusting started shortly after. any innocent patrons of the hotel would’ve thought you were clapping. a very rhythmic pace he tried his hardest to maintain.
“mmphm” you moaned biting down on your bottom lip, “i wanna hear you, tell me how good you feel right now” he leaned down whispering into your ear causing an string of cuss words to roll off your tongue.
“shit right there please” you begged placing your hands onto deans hipbones in an attempt to stop him from bottoming you out. “move your hand” he stated swatting your hands away and pinning them above your head.
“damn you feel like heaven baby” the hunter growled as you felt his balls slapping against your ass. “you feel so fucking pretty, my god”.
that.
that was what sent you over the edge and into an very amazing orgasm. you began twitching a little and felt dean pull himself out as your hand flew to your throbbing cunt.
“open ‘em back up” dean told spreading your legs as he continued running his hand up and down his cream coated cock before hot milky colored strings of cum shot onto your stomach.
“fuck that was good baby” he praised as you smiled weakly and he leaned down pecking your lips.
@taylormarieee for my darling 🩷
#spn#dean winchester#supernatural#taylormarieee<33#dean x female!reader#dean x y/n#dean x you#dean x reader#dean winchester smut#dean winchester supernatural
98 notes
·
View notes
Text
Jay- Trying For A Baby/Finding Out
Jay and I knew that as soon as we got married we both wanted to have a child. So in anticipation Jay and I move into a larger house a couple of months after we come home from our honeymoon. This time a three bedroomed house.
I came off the pill the day of our wedding and since then my period has been all over the place so I've just been taking a test every week, but it's starting to become a little disheartening so I've decided to stop taking a test until I have any symptoms. Jay and I walk through the doors of the precinct. Trudy buzzes us in and we head up to intelligence
"Good morning YLN, Halstead it's good of you to join us" Voight says crossing his arms
"Sorry we're late. Our hot water wasn't working this morning" I sigh putting my bag down at my desk
"Used it up last night?" Adam wiggles his eyebrows
"Not that it's any of your business, no. The boilers fucked so that needs replacing" I snap at Adam who holds his hands up. I go over to the break room and pour myself a coffee. Adam walks in behind me "sorry I didn't mean to snap at you. I've got a headache and I keep getting negative tests back and now the boiler. It's just getting to me"
"You don't have anything to apologise for. Here" Adam opens up a cupboard and takes out some pain killers "for the head"
"Thanks" I smile at him and take two tablets with my coffee.
I walk back to my desk and sit down starting to look at possible connections to the drug cartel we've been looking at the last couple of weeks. While I'm sitting there I start rubbing my head as the headache continues to get worse as I'm staring at the screen in front of me
"I think I've got something" Antonio says standing up. He walks over to the board with something in his hand. I stand up, but immediately feel dizzy so I sit back down as my ears ring
"YN?" I hear Jay say. I look up at him
"Your headache not getting better?" Adam frowns
"No. I feel a little dizzy. My stomachs cramping a little as well. Guess it's my period coming"
"Go lay down" Voight nods towards the beds we have. I stand up but as I do I decide to sit back down
"I'm gonna pass out if I stand up" I say to no one in particular
"Lean on me when you stand up. I'll carry you" once again I stand up and lean on Jay who picks me up and carries me to the break room and puts lays me down on a bed
"Go to sleep see how you feel afterwards" Jay kisses my head and leaves the room. Only 20 minutes later I need the loo. Slowly I stand up and start to make my way to the toilet, but the last thing I remember is my ears ringing and my eyesight going.
I wake up to a white ceiling and a hand in mine
"Thank god your awake. You scared me" I turn to look at Jay who looks worried
"What happened?" I ask
"You passed out when you got out of the bed" Will walks into the room as I say
"I needed a wee. I didn't piss myself did I?"
"Typical. You pass out and your more worried about wetting yourself" he chuckles
"No babe you didn't, but we know why you passed out?"
"Period?" I ask looking between Jay and Will
"No. Natalie checked you over and ran some tests"
"Oh god am I dying?" I ask wide eyed
"No baby will you let Will speak"
"Sorry"
"Your pregnant YN. You and Jay are going to be parents. And I'm going to be an uncle" Will smiles. I frown feeling confused. Natalie walks in
"How are you feeling YN?"
"I... I'm... I took a pregnancy test a few days ago. It was negative so I decided I wasn't going to take anymore until I had symptoms"
"Tests aren't always accurate or when you took it you may have been to early for it to detect. Now, I'm going to have you rest up for a couple of weeks while this dizziness passes. Don't hesitate to come back if it continues or if you experience a lot of sickness. I can give you some tablets for that"
"I'll let Voight know we're taking some time off"
"We?"
"Well yeah I need to make sure you don't pass out on the way to the bathroom" I smile shaking my head
"I'll be fine"
"She will as long as she rests up and drinks plenty"
"Thank you Nat"
"No problem. I'll have Maggie get your release forms ready. Congratulations to the both of you"
"We're really going to have a baby?" I ask with tears in my eyes
"We really are" Jay says leaning down to me, peaking my lips.
#jay halstead imagine#jay halstead x you#jay halstead x yn#jay halstead x reader#jay halstead x oc#jay halstead#one chicago imagine#one chicago#chicago pd
268 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sweet Pea - Steve Rogers x Reader
Sweet Pea (Lathyrus odoratus) - Meaning: Thank you for a lovely time, farewell
Summary: While on the run, Steve comes to reader for comfort. What starts as a series of one night stands turns into so much more.
Pairing: Nomad!Steve x Reader
Word Count: 955
Warnings: Allusions to smut, Steve leaving notes and being sweet, domestic fluff, dirty notes and drawings, the Blip, angst, Steve freaking out
Day 14 brings us some fluffy angst with our favorite Nomad!
In Bloom Masterlist
Likes, comments, and reblogs are SUPER appreciated! ❤️
You kept the notes squirreled away in a small box in the back of your sock drawer. Steve always left one, using whatever scrap of paper was nearby. After the first few notes you’d taken to keeping post-its and a pen on your nightstand, which he used from then on to leave you his sweet farewells.
The first few notes were stiff, formal, things like ‘Thank you for a lovely time, Sincerely Yours, Steve’ or ‘I truly appreciate you, Best, Steve’ like he was thanking you for picking up his dry cleaning rather than letting him fuck you into next week.
At the beginning of your relationship, he’d only come by your safe house after dark and would leave almost right after you passed out. The more times he visited, the more comfortable he got and the longer he would linger. Sometimes you’d wake up in the wee hours with him spooning you, snoring adorably, but he’d always be gone by morning, a note left for you stuck to your coffee maker, a full pot already made.
He was sweet like that.
‘Thanks for last night. You’re incredible. <3 Steve’
‘I’ll miss you, but I won’t be gone long. <3 Steve’
‘See you soon, beautiful. <3 Steve’
The little doodled heart next to his name made your heart stutter.
His visits became more frequent, from once every few months to once a month to every other week or so. More often than not, you woke up next to him. The first time that happened you’d shaken him awake, afraid he was late to something or needed to go. He’d smiled his classically handsome smile and simply folded you back into his arms.
“Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” he said, voice still thick with sleep. “I don’t have to be anywhere for a while yet.”
A while yet turned out to be two full days with Steve. At first, you weren’t sure about his presence in your house, thinking he’d be bored out of his mind, but he found some home projects you’d been neglecting and did as much as he could in the time he had. The domesticity of it all was a new kind of intimacy that neither of you were familiar with, so there were some awkward moments trying to figure out each other's routines and particularities. But once that initial adjustment period was over, everything felt…natural.
You feared this would be the end of his sweet little notes, but instead of the end the notes started popping up everywhere. Sometimes it was a flirtatious note, sometimes a quick drawing of something silly or pornographic or a reference to something he now understood thanks to your pop culture tutelage.
‘I love your tits in that top ;)’
‘Meet me upstairs when you’re done in the garden’
‘I definitely didn't use the last of the milk, it was a ghost. Who ya gonna call?’
The drawing he did of you pegging a suspiciously Steve-shaped Deadpool was probably your favorite. That one got taped to the fridge.
While he was on the run, you were more than happy to provide him a safe place. His touchstone when he needed a reminder that he was still a human being. A place where he could fully shed the fugitive mantle and act like a normal person.
He gets the call from Nat while he’s rehanging drywall in your upstairs bathroom. They needed him to get to Edinburgh, some weird readings were coming through whatever scanners she had. You were at the grocery store, so he grabbed the post-its from his side of the bed and wrote a note.
‘Got a call from Nat, gotta go save the world again <3 Love you, Steve’
He stuck it where he’d be sure you’d find it, on the fridge, next to the naughty drawing that you loved, and made sure to lock the door when he left.
A few days later, the truck he’d commandeered screeched to a halt in your driveway. His heart pounded in his chest as he thudded up the porch steps and threw his shoulder into your front door, busting it open — he’d fix it later, he had to know.
He called your name and ran from room to room, searching for you desperately. Half the world was gone, and he couldn’t waste another second without knowing if you were one of them.
He’d already lost Bucky. He couldn’t lose you too.
Up in your bedroom he found his answer. On the bed, spread all over his side of it, were all the notes he’d written you. On your side, nothing but a hint of dust. His legs went numb, but they managed to bring him to the end of the bed before he collapsed, gripping the duvet and some of his wayward notes.
Steve couldn’t hold back anymore, so he let the tears fall pitifully — first Bucky, then Wanda, Sam, T’Challa, so, so many others. And now, you were gone too. The one person who could have possibly helped him hold together what was left, had already done that once before after his schism with Stark. He’d come to you shattered and slowly, carefully, you’d glued him back together.
“Steve?” your quiet voice asked. At first, he didn’t move, convinced he was hearing things until he felt your small hand on his shoulder.
He turned, your name falling from his lips like a sacred prayer before he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his wet face in your stomach. More tears fell, but these were from relief.
“You’re alive,” he chanted, voice muffled by your tummy. You shushed him gently, running your fingers through his hair.
“I’m here, Steve,” you promised, “I’ll always be here.”
#writing challenge#fanfiction#in bloom#mcu fanfic#steve rogers x you#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers#the blip#nomad!steve x reader#nomad!steve x you#fluff#angst
23 notes
·
View notes
Text
Fic Finder
~*~
1. Hey, I'm looking for a fanfic in which LWJ assuming that he somehow impregnated WWX in his dreams when WWX says that he birthed Wen Yuan, I remember reading this fanfic on ao3, but I can't find it. There's a fanfic that looks like the one I want. called Taking Responsibility, but it's not what I'm looking for. please if anyone knows, help me 😭😭😭😭😭 @narablackpotter
~*~
2. I read a fic (obviously), one key scene is LWJ has OCD and needs to feed LXC’s pet snake a defrosted mouse and has a bit of a panic attack while doing it. WWX eventually steps in to help feed the pet. LWJ then obsessively cleans the kitchen. There is a balcony near the kitchen.
So, LXC is dating NMJ and they are living together and are together but somehow LWJ doesn’t know. WWX needs a place to stay. He is an art student and is applying to universities in London, I think. NHS offers to let him stay at the apartment. NHS is also staying there in NMJ’s “room” which is like a workout room with a futon. So, WWX is sleeping on a sofa that's a bit too small for him. Eventually it turns into "there was only one bed" (maybe).
I hope you can help!! @dreamlandtrees
FOUND? Adventures in Pet Sitting by raitala (E, 63k, wangxian, modern, hurt/comfort, artist WWX, maths nerd LWJ, LWJ pov, comphet LWJ, self-realization, coming out, London, sharing a bed, exploring sexuality, pining, fluff & angst, happy ending) I'm still in the middle of reading this so the scene described hasn't come up yet but the premise is the same!
~*~
3. hi~~ <3 for the next fic finder i was hoping you might help me find a weird but good one! wen ning and wei ying were best friends and used code to talk to each other around other people but they were modern and using memes and references so the not modern everyone else couldnt understand them, and thought they were a wee bit crazy. At one point, wei ying gave lan xichen a doom prophecy of everything that was going to go down. It was so good and i miss it lol. Thank you for any help!
FOUND? So Call Me a Pessimist, but I Don't Believe in It by Anonymous (Not Rated, 121k, WIP, WangXian, Food Issues, Family Feels, Possible future XiCheng, Transmigrator WWX, transmigration au, Slow Burn)
~*~
4. There's this one fic on archiveofourown that I've been trying to find since ages ago.......
The fic has (maybe) foxxian, and he's an omega. It is kind of au, but when Wen Chao attacks Lotus Cove, Wuxian kills him when he tries to mate with Wei WuXian because his omega counterpart knows that he's not the alpha who can dominate him. Later, he brings Wen Chao's head to Jiang siblings after killing all the Wen people there at Lotus Cove.
This is the only thing I remember. It would be great if someone could help me find this fic because I'm gonna lose my mind soon if I can't find it again. Feel free to tag my account if someone finds this eventually and contacts you. Thanks in advance!! I hope to get a reply soon!!!! @nabi1118
FOUND? In Love and War by Cataclysmic_Calamity (E, 68k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Canon Divergence, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Arranged Marriage, Kind of a slow burn, enemies to lovers ish, rampant sexual tension, Miscommunication, past emotional abuse, Dubious Consent, Consensual Non-Consent, Semi-Public Sex, Anal Fingering, Dom/sub, Anal Sex) There's no foxxian, but everything else seems to be present
~*~
5. For ficfinder, it's a time travel one. The scene I recall: WWX and I think JC were captured with JF by Wen Ruohan. After they defeat WR, LXC is a bit mad they killed MY since he was the spot, but WWX said "he killed uncle Jiang" and everyone accepted it. I really want to read that scene again but I've read approximately 70 billion time travel AUs so uh I need your help... @mreisse
FOUND? Hand in Hand Together (All Your Life) by sami (T, 41k, JC/WZL, WangXian, Asexual JC, Queerplatonic relationship, Implied future MingLi, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Slow Burn)
~*~
6. Hi do you think you know this one fic where WWX came back from the burial mounds without memories and stuff? I remember he kinda knew who JC was, and that LWJ was playing the guqin to try and bring back WWX's memories. I think it also had WQ and JYL as a ship
FOUND? Helping Yourself by nirejseki (Not Rated, 1k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Temporary Amnesia, Short-Term Memory Loss)
~*~
7. Hi! I'm looking for a fic where LZ proposes Weiying a threesome with Moyuanxu (no explicit sex scene described) in Modern Setting, which triggers WWX jealousy & wonders about LZ feelings bc he admits that 'boy Moyuanxu reminds him of WWX' (at the end). It starts when Mo is leaving after sex (he's LZ office's co-worker). The entire fic is ab Weiying questioning their relationship & explores both of 'em feelings after being together for so long. Prob cheating/unfaithful LanZhan. Happy ending. Tysm @einherjermineord
FOUND? give something new a try by ilip13 (E, 12k, wangxian, modern, established relationship, angst w/ happy ending, married life, insecurity, jealousy, mentioned threesome (WWX/MXY/LWJ))
~*~
8. Hello! Please help me find this fic. Its a modern au where WWX and LWJ is theater actor. I think the setting is in acting department in university? The junior and WangXian practices for an oncoming show. In the past, WWX was kicked out from university and the reason he can play for this show is because of LWJ's recommendation. When its close to the day the show playing, LJY (and other junior i think) overheard that SS wants to blackmail WWX with the same material that makes WWX dissapear in the past. So they tried to investigate it and ask NHS for help (?). The material of that blackmail is WWX writes an essay and claim it as JWY's without JWY knowing. I think LQR already knows about that but decide it was already in the past (?). I think thats all i can remember. Thank you! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername
FOUND! stir things apart by azurewaxwing (T, 27k, WangXian, Modern AU, College AU, Fluff, Angst with a happy ending, Pining)
~*~
9. hello, I don't know if you'll understand cause English is not my first language. I'm trying to find three fic(but one is a series) and i cant find them.
A) This series is an a/b/O universe. I think it was an arranged marriage between wei ying and lan zhan. It was to unite YunmengJiang and the GusuLan clans because of the war but madam yu didnt didnt want to send her children. The marriage wasn't supposed to be a happy one but lan zhan and wei ying mated on the night on their wedding and both of them had a mate Mark and in this verse is a big thing for an alpha to allow an omega to bite them, it gives an omega a higher status. The jiang siblings were jealous of wei ying for this as her marriage to jin zixuan wasnt a happy one and he didnt allow jiang yanli to bite him, so she had to now to wei ying as he is of higher status than yanli. Also lan sizhui is wei ying and lan zhan biological child.
B) This is like a fantasy where they we're all gods. Wei ying was bunished to his place for a crime he did not commit. Lan zhan firstly did not believe wei yinh but later realised his mistake. He went to live in wei yings palace. But wei ying was very angry and did not speak to him for many years but lan zhan managed to win him with his loyalty.
C) I don't remember the context of the story but what I remember is that lan zhan used to call wei ying san Lang
9A)
FOUND! Alliance AU by Ilona22 (E, 17k, wangxian, ABO, arranged marriage, intersex omegas, canon Jiang family dynamics, not JC friendly, matchmaking, night hunts) is the first in the Alliance series I think
9B)
FOUND! The Mark of a Phoenix by glowingreverie (G, 3k, wangxian, gods & goddesses au, angst w happy ending, betrayal)
~*~
10. Hello! Hope everything's great! I've searching for a fic for a while now, I hope you can help me. I remember a couple of things about it:
-The Wen/WWX give A-Yuan to LWJ (because he got sick, I believe. And they couldn't help him. Or maybe just to get him out of the BG and the storm that was coming.)
-LWJ claimed him as his son and everyone believes he fathered a bastard. JGS even compared himself to LWJ and got shot down LMAO. In this scene LWJ asked JGY for future advise in how to raise his son so he would know life outside of the Great Sects' vision.
-LWJ composes a song and ask a street musician? to play it for him. I believe he cries. Words go out and everyone just talk about the tragic love between LWJ and a dead woman LOL Maybe WWX even sends a reply or something, I don't quite remember.
If you can help me find it, I'l appreciate it! Even then, thank you for the time! ♥︎♡♥︎ @randomhystericgeek
FOUND? Part 2: Han Guang Jun’s Son of Claiming Life from Death series by MarbleGlove (T, 3k, wangxian, canon divergence, rumors, lying is forbidden, but what is the truth)
~*~
11. Hello again!!!
I need help finding a fic please!
I don’t remember much but I know that wwx and the juniors were on a night hunt or something when they came across some type of dog-like yao. Wwx fought it by himself even though he was scared shitless and I think he did something to restrain or protect the juniors so they couldn’t help him. I think he got injured and all the juniors were worrying over him. Sorry if this isn’t descriptive enough. It’s all I can remember 🥲 thanks in advance!!! @jikcf
~*~
12. hi hi! Im trying to look for a wangxian fic but i barely remember anything of it.
the only thing i remember was the near ending where wwx is in a hospital bed and mutters "fuck me" and lwj "maybe later"
that's all i remember i'm so sorry 😔
~*~
13. Hi! I’m looking for a tumblr fic. I think it’s in jiang cheng’s pov. Jiang Yanli comes back to life but the price of that is that Wei Wuxian loses all his memories of Lan Wangji. He eventually kills himself because of it. I don’t think it’s super Jiang Cheng positive and Jiang yanli doesn’t forgive him for it either. Something along those lines, thank you in advance!! @fruityloopsh
FOUND? I think it is this Tumblr Post
~*~
14. Hii! For the next fic finder can you help me with this fic where
A) after WY resurrection lWJ is happy but at the same time has moments where he’s annoyed by WY but then he also feels guilty about it cause he should just be happy WY is back after all. It follows the canon, mostly, it just has more LZ POV
B) -- This one moved to ITMF post ^^ ~Mod L
~*~
15. Ack, sorry if this has been asked before, but I'm looking for a post canon fic where LWJ was cursed and sort of fell out of love with WWX, who was hurt by the growing distance, but only really twigged something was wrong when LWJ began ignoring Sizhui too. I remember there was a part where he confronted LWJ about not meeting LSZ at the gates.
FOUND! Does anyone even read work titles? idk what to call this by Nighttdust (M, 14k, WangXian, Curses, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, though not to much, Both get hurt both get comforted, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Happy Ending, Protective WWX, Insecurity, a bit only)
~*~
16. Heyy how are you feeling ???
I’ve been looking for this fic where nhs and wq secretly make wwx and lwj meet each other and wei ying over hear it and leave. (He is also loaded because he invented the tiger seal : a security system when he was working / in a summer camp with nmj) also he pretend to be someone named mxy to talk to jc and fix the problem they have. They are also some musicals references like wwx singing defying gravity and playing the flute with lwj (and also the piano alone)
But I’m scared these could be two different fics please help 🙇🏼♀️✨✨ @ihaveasoftspotfora-yuan
FOUND! Come Around and Stay by trippednfell (M, 160k, wangxian, modern, slow burn, kid fic, found family, it gets worse before it gets better, PTSD, blood and injury, dissociation, trauma, angst w happy ending, musicals, alternating pov, JC & WWX reconciliation, hurt/comfort, panic attacks) it's all in the same fic, the scene described with NHS and WQ happens in chapter 9
NOT FOUND! Tempo Rubato by Spodumene (E, 107k, WangXian, Modern AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Romance, Persuasion au, Separations, Mutual Pining, Depression, Miscommunication, Emotional Roller Coaster, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Reconciliation, Eventual Smut, Jane Austen Fusion, Underage Kissing) the tiger seal security and musical part reminds me of tempo rubato. i wasn't sure this was the fic since the other parts doesn't match, but since u mentioned u might have mixed up different fics, i might as well put this here
~*~
17. I'm looking for a fic where the night after Wei Ying tries to run away and is brought back by the Jiang children, someone (either Madam Yu or the Head Disciple) mentions they'll need to talk to the night watch, because 'three children shouldn't be able to slip away at separate times without being noticed' (Not quite a direct quote but alpng those lines.)
~*~
18. Hi, I'm looking for a fic where Wei Ying has amnesia and thinks hes a ghost who haunts lotus pier and is really out of it and convinced hes dead. Good ending, just cant find it. @quxxnrandonmness27
~*~
19. I am looking for a fic for a while. It would be really great if you are able to find it. There was a scene where a a baby Lan sect disciple challenges LWJ for a duel to marry WWX. It was an adorable scene where the lan child confuses WWX platonic cheek kiss and concludes that he has to fight for his Wei-qianbei’s honour (even though he is intimidated by Hanguang-jun). Thank you in advance!!
Hello it’s the requester for no. 19 from the recent fic finder. Thank you so much for the quick response. The fic you found was really similar to the one I was looking for and I enjoyed it. Although it was not the fic I had in mind(I guess it is a scene from a larger work or it may be deleted). But, nevertheless I really a thankful for the mods and others who are so enthusiastic and helpful!!! I hope you have a great day!!
not FOUND A Small Love by JTHM_Michi (G, 1k, wangxian, puppy love, teacher WWX)
~*~
20. Hi can you help me find a wangxian fic.
All I remember that they are fact together.. and wei ying want to have a work shop in the lan area. And wangji said with Me and in my arm sleeve. Like big empty place.. for wei ying to be at and I also remember wangji put his head into to it to make sure it was safe for wei ying. . @sadritsuka12
FOUND! My heart in my sleeve by exmanhater (G, 2k, WangXian, Crack, Qiankun Sleeves, Sleeve Husband, LWJ’s Fondest Dream, Let LWJ Spoil His Husband, Post-Canon)
~*~
96 notes
·
View notes
Text
“—and we still need to get the towels, in case someone forgets. The beach ones, please, not the nice ones—”
“Yes, love, I know not to use the nice ones,” Ed says, patient with a thread of laughter in his voice. Stede ignores him and checks his hair in the bedroom mirror again, even though it may be for naught as soon as they get started.
“They know it’s at 4:30, right? Not 4?”
“I would hope so, considering 4:30 is the only time we ever gave them,” Ed says.
“But they know not to come early?”
“Stede,” he says, which is not an answer, so Stede turns to glare at him only to be met with an infuriatingly soft expression, not a hint of urgency in his boyfriend’s eyes at all. “Sweetheart. It’s gonna be fine, okay?”
“I know that,” says Stede, who does not know that and is, in fact, more sure of the opposite. “Now please, can we finish getting ready, they’re gonna be here in less than an hour and you know some of them are going to be more on time just for the drama of it—”
“Stede.” Ed grabs his shoulders, drags him gently to their bed. Stede sits with a huff, though his legs instantly thank him for the reprieve—he’d set his forearm crutches down at some point, wanting to get the cleaning done faster. Ed plops next to him. “Your friends love you. They are going to support you.”
“Us,” Stede says, though he’d been thinking mostly of himself the last few hectic hours.
“Us,” Ed agrees. “And when we tell them what we are, they are gonna love us just as much. Lucius will make some sort of hentai joke, Wee John will say he knew mermaids were real, and then we’re going to have a very fun pool party with all our friends. Okay?”
“But what if—”
“Nuh uh, no what ifs. It’s going to go great, okay? Hell, Buttons is probably one of us. Like a—penguin or something.”
Stede frowns. “Are penguin people a thing?”
Ed shrugs. “Fuck if I know. But I do know he won’t blink fucking twice at a few fins and tentacles.”
Logically, Stede knows he’s right. But he’s never told more than one person at a time before—hell, he’s never told more than one person period. And never somebody who isn’t sort of like him.
“I just—” He takes a long, heavy breath and leans into Ed’s side, head tucked on his shoulder. “They’re practically my family, Ed. I don’t wanna lose them. Or—or have them look at me like I’m an alien.”
“Hey, aliens are fucking cool.”
“You know what I mean. I don’t want them to look at me differently. Other than—you know. The obvious stuff.”
“I know,” Ed murmurs. “And I can’t promise they won’t be a little…surprised, at first. But it’s not because of us, yeah? It’s just a lot to take in. And they’re all so fucking weird, I’m sure they’ll be used to us in ten minutes flat.”
“I hope so.” Stede touches his foot to Ed’s, marveling for the millionth time that their bodies can be so different and yet create something so similar to walk on land. “I hope so.”
Read on ao3! (ch1 up now, ch2 up by around april 28)
15 notes
·
View notes
Text
Chapter 6 - The Tour
This is gonna be a big one, so buckle in. Also there's a weird perspective change in the middle that I wasn't sure how to do so there's just three dashes (---) instead because that was the best I could come up with, and it didn't feel right to split it into two parts.
I can't promise any updates for the next two weeks because I'll be on holiday and I have no idea how much access I'm gonna have, but I'll try and get the next part out (there's only 2 or 3 more probably) as soon as I can after I get back :)
Please let me know if you wanna be added to or removed from the tag list as well!
Warnings: past trauma (they're actually gonna talk about it now so please be careful my lovelies), implied past rape
Word count: 6.7k (I don't know how this happened)
Series master list here!
Tag list: @kentucky-criedfricken, @hauntedenthusiasttragedy, @kateswone, @historianthesecond, @polli05927, @ell0ra-br3kk3r
This tour was going to be the death of Nikolai, and it had only just started.
While he and Y/N had built up some sort of relationship over the second part of their honeymoon and the following few weeks, the carriage rides were still a little awkward. Neither of them had said anything about when she had kissed him on the cheek that night (which he could swear he still felt sometimes), and now they had to spend every hour of the day for the next few weeks together trying to prove to everybody that they were completely in love. Nikolai wasn't finding it as difficult as he thought he would, but then he'd always been one to fall hard and fast. He knew he was definitely on his way to being hopelessly besotted with her, especially after the coronation. He had no words to describe how beautiful she looked that day, and seeing her in a crown only gave him further proof that she would be perfect as Queen of Ravka. He had probably looked like a lovesick fool that day, staring at her with unmasked awe, but he found that he didn't care. He was mostly trying to figure out how in the name of all the Saints he got so lucky to have her as his wife.
But this carriage ride was awkward.
She'd agreed to sharing a room with Tamar while Nikolai roomed with Tolya (since back at the Grand Palace they were sleeping separately anyway), but the night before Y/N had seen Zoya going into his room. The inn was small, only really large enough to house the touring party, but they'd put Nikolai as far away from everyone else as possible, just in case something happened. Tolya had been busy securing the perimeter when Nikolai had gone to bed, so Zoya had come to chain him in for the night, but neither of them accounted for the fact that she might be seen by Y/N. His wife had gone to bed over thirty minutes ago, so they had assumed that she was asleep.
When she then appeared on the landing after apparently needing a wee, she'd frozen, then disappeared into her room.
Breakfast that morning had been slightly tense, especially since Y/N had refused to meet either Nikolai or Zoya's eyes.
It was obvious that she thought that the two of them had slept together in the more... intimate way, but Nikolai hadn't had the chance to explain that that wasn't the case yet, since they had all been too busy packing and getting ready to go on the road.
So now the two of them were sat in the carriage, tension filling the air, and Nikolai thought that this might be the death of him. He didn't think he could just say "Oh, by the way, Zoya and I aren't having sex, she's just chaining me to my bed every night and sedating me so that the demon that lives inside me doesn't get out and kill anyone."
Yeah he definitely couldn't do it like that.
“Is there something wrong with me?”
The question shocked Nikolai, and he couldn’t help but jump in surprise a little at the sudden loudness in the quiet of the carriage.
“Not at all, darling, why would you think so?”
“Because you ran away on our wedding day, and you ran away that night - which I know we've sort of talked about, but still - and you said that you ‘definitely didn’t want this marriage’, and you haven’t visited me in my chambers the entire time we've been married, but Zoya has visited yours for all of them, including last night which I did see, by the way, which is fine if the rumours are true, but I want to know if there’s something wrong with me. And don’t call me darling, I don’t like it.” She was slightly out of breath when she’d finished, and Nikolai immediately felt horrible for not giving her the reason as to why he’d left her, but he also knew he still wasn't able to tell her the truth, despite how close they had become the last few weeks. His next words were quiet, almost whispered.
“There is nothing wrong with you, at all. I am the one who has something wrong with them. And I’m not... Zoya and I aren’t... they’re just rumours.” He had been looking her in the eye when he said it, hoping that she would see how sincere he was being, but now he turned back to look out the window, contemplating whether to say more or not. They were both quiet for a moment, before Nikolai spoke again.
“The war was... horrible, to put it lightly. The things that people went through, well, I’m sure you know. I don’t think a single person that went through it has come out without some sort of scar. Mine are... they uh...” he took a shallow breath, trying to fight back the memories of being under the control of the Darkling’s creature, to fight back the memories of being powerless. He shut his eyes, squeezed his hands together, bit the inside of his cheek. “What happened to me, in the war, that’s why I left that night by the lake. I know it’s a crappy excuse, but I don’t think... to be honest? I'm scared. I'm scared that if you know the truth you'll leave, and I think I care about you too much now for that," his face went warm at the confession, but he kept going. "I had to leave because something was happening to do with what happened to me in the war, and I was trying to keep you safe. I know, I know, that it’s not nearly enough to make it up to you, and I realise that I hurt you, but it’s the best I can do for now.” He hoped that what he had said was enough, that she would let him further into her heart past the barrier that he had helped create, and when she nodded and said a small “Okay then” he could have jumped for joy.
He deflated slightly when her brows furrowed, scared about what would come next.
“So why did you run away on our wedding day then? Was it the same thing? And is it also why... why you haven’t... you know?” She blushed slightly at the last part, her voice getting smaller as she went on, and Nikolai could guess at what she meant.
“It’s why I haven’t visited you, yes. But our wedding day it was just nerves. Truthfully, I was scared that you had run away, and that was what was taking so long, and I lost my nerve and went and hid in the workshops.” She let out a breathy laugh at that, and Nikolai felt hopeful for the days ahead.
“You really do love building things, huh? Definitely not a very kingly thing to do, running away to go build things.”
“I’ve always loved making things. It’s more of a ‘Nikolai’ thing than a ‘King of Ravka’ thing, like you said, but it’s where I feel at home. There or on-” he cut himself off, not sure if he should reveal that part of himself.
Ah, what the hell. She needed to know something true about him, even if it wasn't about the demon.
“There or on the True Sea. I’m sure you’ve heard the rumours about where I went for those years when nobody could find me.”
Her eyes went wide. "Wait, you're Sturmhond?"
"Yep," altering his voice back to the accent he had used as the privateer. "The one and only, and just as handsome in the flesh." He laughed then, realising something. “I guess I have a habit of running away from things. Although running away from University was because I didn’t think they could teach me anything new or that I couldn’t teach myself, so- Saints, sorry. That probably sounded really arrogant and like I think I’m better than them and I don’t, I just read a lot when I was a child because I like learning, so I-”
“Kolya! It’s fine,” she giggled, and Saints, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. “I know you didn’t mean it in that way, and honestly you were just digging yourself further and further into a hole there.” All he could do was stare at her, though.
“You called me Kolya.”
“Oh, would you rather I didn't? It just sort of slipped out. I don't have to call you that if you'd rather I didn't?” She was panicking slightly, so Nikolai reassured her, making sure she knew that it was fine to call him by the nickname.
The air between them turned comfortable again, when all of a sudden the carriage went over a dip in the road, jolting them and sending Y/N flying.
Into his lap.
His hands automatically went around her, one on her back, the other gripping her thigh, holding her in place so that she didn't fall, while both of hers landed on his chest. Their faces were so close he could feel her breath against his mouth, and their noses were brushing against each other. She was straddling him, legs on either side of his thighs, and his heart was beating so fast that he could have sworn she would be able to feel it through his jacket.
"Uh... Kolya?"
Saints, he needed to get her off of him.
Luckily she did it herself a second later, levering one of her legs over to the other side so that she was sat next to him. The carriage was small enough that they were squished in sat like that, and her thigh was pressing into his. He was sure his face was burning, and looking at her, she wasn't doing much better. He clenched his hands into fists in his lap, trying to ignore his reaction to having her sat on him.
"You okay? I can move back over if you want?" Y/N's voice was quiet, and as she got up to sit back where she was, he grabbed her wrist. She flinched slightly, eyes wide, and he quickly took it back.
"Sorry, I just... you don't have to move, darling," his voice was lower than he'd hoped, and he could tell that she'd noticed. Damn it. She sat back down, still next to him, and he cleared his throat.
The atmosphere was back to being awkward.
They spent the next ten minutes in silence, glancing at each other then quickly looking away when caught. Nikolai was glad when they came to a stop just outside the next town and he could breathe fresh air. He helped Y/N down, flushing when she put her hand in his. She stumbled slightly on the step, falling into him for the second time that day, and he heard her breath hitch in her throat.
"Alright?" he asked, hand on her waist again. She nodded in response, righting herself. They turned around to see the twins and Zoya watching them, Tamar with an eyebrow raised.
"Come on, lovebirds. Let's get you on the horses."
The aim of the tour was to show off the new Queen to the people, so Nikolai and Y/N would ride horses through the main roads up to the inn they would stay in for that night. It was bringing back memories from when he did the same thing with Alina, and although he had had feelings for her, he knew that what he felt for Y/N was far stronger.
This town was far more inviting than the previous one had been, with people lining the streets, cheering for the newly crowned monarch. Nikolai hadn't had the time to do this for his own coronation, and most people knew about him anyway, but he was pleased to see so many happy that they were there. He looked over at Y/N, smile wide on her face as she greeted people like she'd known them her whole life.
They had barely made it to the market square where they would dismount when a woman came rushing towards them, pushing through the crowd.
"Y/N! Y/N!!"
Her head whipped around, searching for the voice, and when she found it she squealed - actually squealed - practically leaping from her horse, running to the woman (who looked weirdly similar to Y/N) and throwing her arms around her. Nikolai realised with a jolt that she did know these people, and that the woman was her mother (which he'd like to claim as his observation skills, but really it was when she greeted the woman as 'mother'). He climbed off of his own horse, handing the reigns to one of the stable hands and thanking him. Y/N was still embracing her mother when he walked over to them, and they were talking so animatedly he wasn't sure how they were still hugging.
"Ah! Moi Tsar!" Y/N's mother curtsied, which both he and her daughter went to rectify.
"Oh, there's no need. You're Y/N's mother?" he asked, and she nodded in response. "Then family doesn't need to use formalities. And Nikolai, please." He flashed one of his smiles, hoping it would help win her over, but he clearly didn't need to worry as she launched herself at him, flinging her arms around him in a hug. He was surprised momentarily, but quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around her with a chuckle. When she pulled away she introduced herself, then promptly dragged Nikolai and Y/N over to a group of people at the back of the crowd. At the delighted sounds and cheers they gave, he assumed they were more relatives, and when they introduced themselves they confirmed his suspicions. The two of them spent the afternoon with her family, and he found that he was thoroughly enjoying himself, learning lots about her childhood and her family, baby pictures being brought out at some point (much to Y/N's dismay - she tried to wrestle them out of her mother's hands). Dinner was wonderful, cooked by Y/N's mother (who refused to let either of the monarchs help, even though they tried multiple times), and the conversation was easy.
By the time they were collected by Tamar, Nikolai felt far more like himself than he had for months. The last time he had felt this free was when he was Sturmhond, sailing on the Volkvolny.
It was nearly dark now, the sunset casting a glow over the town, and Y/N slid her arm through his, closing her eyes and basking in the warmth.
"I didn't realise this was your hometown. We should come back sometime, visit your family again," he said.
"I'm sure mother would love that, she was practically head over heels you the moment she saw you!"
He laughed, saying "I do have that effect on people, it's truly a blessing having a face as damnably handsome as mine. But don't worry, I won't start anything with your mother." She wrinkled her nose, then pretended to gag, and Nikolai laughed even harder.
"Saints, I did not enjoy the image that just came into my head, ugh." Y/N shuddered, clearly completely grossed out.
"We're here, let's get inside, there's a bed in there with my name on it," Zoya called out, and they followed her through the door of the inn. It was small, but homely, a fire in the front room warming the area and making Nikolai feel cosy here. Room keys were given out, but when Tamar handed Nikolai his, that was the last one. He frowned in confusion, since Y/N hadn't received hers yet.
"What about me?" She was also confused, but Tamar just said:
"You're going to have to share tonight. Don't worry, there's two beds, so you'll be fine." Nikolai stared at her, thinking she'd lost her damn mind.
"Tamar, a word?" He shot Y/N an apologetic look, then herded Tamar, her brother and Zoya into a separate, empty room. "Why are we sharing?" he demanded.
"You'll be fine, Nikolai. We'll give you the stronger sedative, you're in separate beds, and the twins have offered to take turns keeping watch outside your door, so if anything happens, they'll know, and we can hopefully stop it before it gets bad," Zoya explained, a small smile on her face. He couldn't help but feel that they had planned this.
"What? Oh, no, I'm not worried about that, I'm sure it'll be fine. I'm more concerned about the fact that we are sharing a room for the first time in a small room in a small inn!" He got dangerously close to shouting, calming himself down with some deep breaths. The three of them had to know that Nikolai and Y/N had not shared a room at night before, so why was it happening now? And why did it have to happen on the same day as having her in his lap and meeting her entire family?
"Like we said, there's two beds, so it's not like you're going to be sleeping on top of each other. Just calm down, and it will all be fine," Tamar soothed.
It was not all fine.
Tamar had lied.
There was only one bed.
"I'll sleep on the floor, I've slept in worse conditions," he said once he found his voice, both of them stood stupidly in the doorway.
"No, no, no, you take the bed. You forget that I have also slept in worse places than this. I'll sleep on the floor."
"What sort of husband would I be if I let my wife sleep on the floor? No, just give me a pillow and the throw and I'll be fine." He was panicking slightly now; he hadn't accounted for the fact that there might only be one bed, and that put Y/N in far greater danger if the demon came out because it was uncomfortable on the floor.
"Ugh, okay. A compromise. How about we both sleep in the bed?"
"Wh- uh... Are you sure? We haven't... we haven't even shared a room yet," now he was panicking because she had just offered to share the damn bed, and he wasn't sure he would ever get to sleep when the memory of her sat on him, cheeks flushed, came back to him.
"I mean, it's not like we're going to be naked or anything, right? And we're both mature adults, so I'm sure we can make it through one night together. That and we are actually married? Not sure if you remember that, but..." she was teasing him now, easing the tension.
"You know what? I do vaguely remember some sort of ceremony, lots of people, a beautiful girl..." he winked at her, getting braver as he went. He internally cheered when she blushed, scoffing slightly.
"Flirt."
"I don't need to flirt, we're already married, darling."
"You didn't propose, though, so maybe you do need to flirt. Since the whole marriage was arranged?" Was she outright asking him to flirt with her? He didn't mind if she was. Apparently he was getting his charm back when around her, so he wasn't opposed to it at all. She also hadn't told him to stop calling her 'darling' this time, assuming that she actually enjoyed the pet name and pocketing that piece of information away. They spent the next ten minutes getting ready for bed, swapping halfway through to take turns using the small bathroom that joined onto the main bedroom. Nikolai had gone in first, so now he was sat on the edge of the bed (they had picked sides already, although it was more Y/N had picked a side and he'd had to go where she wasn't), vial of sedative in hand. He couldn't decide when to take it, since it knocked him out pretty fast. Should he take it now, and avoid any questions? Or should he wait until she was asleep? His train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening, Y/N stepping through. She was dressed in her nightclothes, and once again Nikolai found himself thinking about the carriage ride that morning.
"Are you okay? You look... not upset, but not happy," she asked, worry lacing her tone.
"I'm fine," he replied, and Y/N scoffed.
"Yeah, as a woman I can tell you that whenever someone says 'I'm fine' they're not fine. But if you don't want to talk about it I won't pressure you, okay? Similarly I'm here if you do want to," she said, the worry being replaced by something softer. She moved around the room, packing away her clothes from the day and brushing her hair.
"It's a sedative. To help me sleep."
She stopped brushing, turning her head to look at him in confusion. Placing the brush down, she walked back over to the bed, sitting down beside him.
"The thing you're holding? Do you get nightmares?"
"Yes to the first one. Technically yes to the second? But that's not why I take it." He was taking a risk, telling her this, but if today had told him anything it was that he was completely in love with Y/N, and that Zoya was, unfortunately, right, and he would rather the words came from him directly than Y/N found out through rumours, which she clearly hadn't heard since she'd been underground during the war. He would take it slow, reveal the truth in pieces to give her time to process it all.
"Oh. Do you have insomnia or something?"
"I'm possessed by a remnant of one of the Darkling's nichevo'ya and every now and then it wakes up at night to eat something."
So much for taking it slow.
He grimaced, looking over at her face. Her eyes had widened, mouth open slightly, and while he knew it was completely the wrong time he couldn't help but think about what it would be like to kiss her.
"You... what?"
"During the war, the Darkling attacked the Spinning Wheel, have you- you know about it? Alright. It was awful, so many good people died. His nichevo'ya ripped a man apart in front of us. When one of them headed straight for me I thought it would just... kill me." He paused, taking a breath and fighting back the memories of what came next. "I had been wounded, and he sent one of them... into me through the wound? That sounds stupid, actually, but I can't think how else to put it. It took over; I couldn't think for myself, couldn't read, couldn't talk. He'd stripped me of everything I pride myself on." Another pause, another breath.
"You don't have to keep going, if it hurts too much," she whispered, and he was grateful for her calmness to the information that he was possessed.
"No, it's... it's alright. I'm just trying to think about it as little as possible."
"Okay then. So why didn't it just... disappear when the Darkling died? The Fold did."
"Honestly? I'm not entirely sure. We've theorised that because he used merzost to create them, they're outside the laws of nature and therefore outside the law that if he dies, so does his power. But for about three months after the war it was dormant. Something triggered it, woke it up, and now I spend every night wondering if I'll wake up back in that body."
"So the sedative helps? Puts you deep enough under that it stops the demon?"
"Supposedly. Normally there's chains as well, but given we're sharing a bed I think we'll forgo those tonight."
"...Chains?"
"Yeah. That's why Zoya comes to my room, by the way. We're not... she's locking me up for the night to try and stop me escaping, which I think she enjoys a lot more than she should."
"Right."
He took another breath before taking off his gloves.
"Nik..." she gasped slightly at the blackened veins of his hands, reaching out to touch them, but hesitating.
"Even when the demon wasn't awake, I had this. Nothing we tried got rid of it. It won't hurt either of us, if you want to touch," he said, and he could have died a happy man when her fingers brushed his bare ones for the first time since they met. How are they so soft? It didn't make sense, especially given her upbringing in fields and having training sessions in the Little Palace, but he wasn't going to complain. He was feeling her skin for the first time, and he couldn't help but lean into her slightly. They sat like that for a while, her hand tracing over both of his.
"Thank you, Nikolai. That can't have been easy for you. So really, thank you."
"If there's a chance it might wake up and eat you tonight I'd rather you had some idea of what you were up against." She started at that.
"Will it eat me? Like is that a genuine worry I should have? Because I'll get someone else to sleep next to you if I might die, no matter how much I care about you." His heart skipped a beat knowing she cared about him, and he couldn't stop staring at their linked fingers.
"Hopefully not. So far it's satisfied with just livestock, but the twins are taking turns outside the door just in case it comes out so they can get you to safety. Obviously we don't want that to happen, but we've planned for every eventuality. Although I won't lie I didn't know there was only one bed in here. I'm convinced that they did and they're just trying to get us together." She laughed, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Well if you don't chew my arm off in the night, then I'll call that a success and their plan worked."
They spent another few minutes in comfortable silence, laying with each others' fingers.
When she spoke, it took him by surprise.
"I was 13 when I got left. In the dark." She was quiet again after that, for so long that Nikolai thought she'd gone to sleep on his shoulder. "I never usually stayed the night at the Little Palace, but it was somebody's birthday or something, and Zoya said I could share with her, so I did. He - the Darkling - was there, he'd uh... he'd always chosen me and Zoya to go on missions and things, since we were the most powerful, and he said that we'd both done so well on our last one he wanted to give us something as a show of gratitude."
Nikolai was frozen where he sat, mind racing at all the possibilities of what could have happened, and desperately hoped that none of them occurred.
"I went with him, of course I did, he was like an older brother to me, and since I never had someone like that it felt nice. I was tired, though, didn't notice when we left the path and headed into the woods. He-" she broke off, and Nikolai's heart clenched.
"You don't have to keep going, my darling. Not if you don't want to."
"I want to. I trust you." Those six words made his heart swell, and he kept his mouth shut, letting her continue in her own time. She took a shaky breath before speaking again.
"He told me to close my eyes, said he didn't want me seeing the gift too early because it was a surprise. I never noticed him leave. When I opened my eyes because I couldn't hear him anymore, I was alone in a clearing somewhere in the woods. I knew nobody would hear me, but I also knew that I had no idea where I was, and I could get more lost by just running blindly. I tried using my powers to find something to help me, but I was scared, and that made me weaker. Someone came up behind me - I won't say who - and grabbed me, and I was still too scared to do anything. I couldn't even hit him, I was just... lying there, frozen. He uh... he just..." she was blinking back tears, and Nikolai wrapped his arms around her, letting her sob into his chest. Part of him wanted her to say who it was that had hurt her, done such a thing to her, just so that he could hunt him down and kill him, but he understood if she didn't want to. She was already telling him so much. They sat like that for Saints knew how long, her crying into him and his hands stroking her back. At some point she sat up, eyes puffy and red from crying, and Nikolai didn't resist the urge to wipe away her tears.
---
His fingers were gentle, and his eyes were watery and filled with worry and care, which only made Y/N want to cry again. Knowing that the reason he had left her on their wedding night was because he was possibly going to eat her alive allowed her to feel safe enough to trust him with her trauma too, and she felt like she owed it to him to tell him why she'd been so upset about it. Seeing him with her family today had helped, especially since they had all taken an immediate liking to Nikolai, but even her mother had said what a wonderful man he was, and Y/N couldn't help but agree. Her mother had also said that he was probably incredible in bed, at which point Y/N had walked away from the conversation.
Of all the reasons why her husband hadn't had sex with her though, she hadn't expected it to be because he might eat her. Literally.
As he wiped the last of the tears off of her face, she studied him in the candlelight. She knew he was handsome, sure, but she didn't think she'd actually been this close to him before (apart from the carriage ride, but she was trying desperately not to think about that and how good it had felt to be sat on him). He really was gorgeous, golden locks neatly styled on his head, although as she looked she realised a few strands had come loose, resting against his forehead. She brushed them back, pushing them to join the rest of his hair, and his breath caught in his throat.
The mood wasn't right to kiss really, given what had been shared, but Y/N felt lighter knowing that they trusted each other. That the reason he had left was the complete opposite of what she had assumed; even when he'd known her for less than a day, he'd wanted to protect her, not hurt her.
"Kolya?"
"Hmm?"
"Thank you."
"Of course, darling."
He rested his forehead against hers, and she let her eyes fall shut. Their fingers were still linked, and she couldn't help but marvel at them. They were rough, obviously from his time in the army and multiple years at sea, but somehow still soft? Given how much he cared about his appearance, she wouldn't be surprised if he had some sort of special Fabrikator hand cream that made them feel this way.
"What are you thinking about?" It was a murmur, quiet enough that it didn't disturb their peaceful moment.
"You." He pulled his head away slightly, and she opened her eyes, worried that she'd gone too far. But then he had been flirting with her earlier, so surely she could do the same with him?
"Saints, the things you do to me," he breathed out, and she got butterflies in her stomach from how he sounded. Part of her wanted to kiss him, kiss every inch of him head to toe and let him do the same to her, but the other part knew that it hadn't been that long since she'd dredged up the memories of what had happened, and to do anything now might scare her and close her off again. She really didn't want that, desperate for this relationship to evolve into something more.
"We should get some rest, it's been a long day and tomorrow will be even longer," she managed, and he nodded, retracting his arms from around her. Y/N was disappointed at the loss of his warmth, but when they got under the covers and he pulled her closer, whispering "Is this okay?" into her ear, she decided she didn't want to be anywhere but in his arms.
"This is okay. Do you need to take the sedative?"
"Yeah, probably. Let me move my arm, hang on."
They spent a few moments shuffling about, since in his haste to have her close to him he'd trapped one of his arms under her body. He sat up slightly, and Y/N watched as he tipped the liquid down his throat, placing the vial back on the nightstand and lying back down. She was already mostly asleep, and apparently the sedative didn't take long to kick in, as a few seconds later she felt his breathing even out. The soft rise and fall of his chest lulled her further in to sleep, and she let it claim her.
~~~
The next morning, Y/N woke to the sunlight pouring in through the window, her head resting on something warm. Lifting her head slightly, she realised that she was lying on Nikolai's chest, the warmth of his body seeping through his thin shirt, one of her legs slung over his. His hand was holding her leg, bringing back the memories of the carriage ride, and an arm was wrapped around his waist. Now the warmth she felt was radiating from her face, blushing at the position they were in. Pushing herself up slightly, Y/N studied Nikolai.
He looked peaceful, blond locks in disarray from sleeping. Lifting the hand that had been resting on his chest, she traced the lines of his face, fingertips gentle as she did so. He had freckles, something she hadn't seen before, and she tried to count every one she found. His eyelids fluttered before opening, and Y/N held her breath. Blinking a few times before settling his eyes on her face that was only a few inches from his own, he smiled, whispering "Good morning, darling." His own hand reached up, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear, lingering there for a few moments.
"Morning, I take it you didn't... you know?"
"No, I didn't. At least I don't think so. I'm pretty sure someone would have put you in a different room if I had, to keep you safe," he replied. Nikolai hadn't taken his eyes off of her since waking up, and his hand was still by her face, thumb stroking her cheek, a soft smile still playing on his lips. Y/N couldn't help it, leaning in closer so that their noses brushed against each other like they did last night. He pushed himself up a little, breath fanning over her face. She closed the gap, gently pressing her lips to his, and his hand cupped her cheek, pulling her further into the kiss. The butterflies that had been building up over the last few weeks exploded, taking flight in her stomach. His lips were soft, melding perfectly to hers as if they were made for each other. They pulled away for breath, eyes lidded as they looked at each other before diving in again. Where the first kiss had been slow and gentle, this second one was deeper, Nikolai wrapping his free arm around Y/N's waist and bringing her closer as she levered herself further on top of his body, straddling his hips. She moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, tilting his head and slipping his tongue in.
They were interrupted by a loud knock on the door, startling them both as they swivelled to look in the direction of the sound.
"Wake up, lovebirds, it's breakfast time. Make sure you're packed up and ready to go afterwards as well," Tamar said, footsteps fading away as she left to go wake up the next room. Y/N turned back to Nikolai, still lying on top of him, and blushed at his own flushed face, eyes dark. His voice was hoarse when he spoke.
"We should probably listen to her, she gets cranky and throws the axes when people don't."
She couldn't help the feeling that grew when she heard him, voice low and rough, and could only nod in response, starting to lift herself off of him.
They spent the next few minutes getting ready, swapping use of the bathroom like the night before to get dressed. Stood in front of the mirror, Y/N tried cooling herself down with cold water, using her abilities to make the water colder. There was a soft tapping on the door, and she opened it to see Nikolai, fully dressed, not a hair out of place.
"You alright?" she asked.
"Hm? Oh yeah, yes. I just..." he was holding his gloves, fiddling with them but not putting them on. He looked uncertain, nervous, and Y/N couldn't help but think how strange it was, given how confident he usually was. "That wasn't a one-time thing, right?" The question surprised her, and she quickly shook her head.
"No! Uh, I mean, if... I'd like it to happen again," she trailed off, not looking him in the eye. He stopped fussing with the gloves, one of his hands coming up to tilt her chin upwards as he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on her lips. She chased after him as he pulled away, already missing him, and he smiled, a small one that somehow she knew was reserved just for her.
"Alright then. Are you ready? We should probably head down soon."
"Yeah, I'm ready."
She slipped her arm through his, and he put his gloves on, covering up the black veins of his hands. Nikolai opened the door just as Tamar raised her hand to knock, her expression changing from angry to surprised.
"You took your time, we've been up for ages. Come on, I'm starving."
Breakfast was taken in the small food hall of the inn, and Y/N didn't leave Nikolai's side the whole time, keeping one hand in his. Zoya noticed, shooting a questioning look, but Y/N refused to answer her at this point in time, hoping the general would leave it for now and pester her later. Nikolai kept pressing small kisses to her temple or the hand that he was holding, making her blush, but she didn't hate the attention he was giving her.
By the time they had finished breakfast and packed up the carriage, Y/N was sure that everybody in the town had made note of the difference in how the married couple were acting, and as she said goodbye to her mother the woman leaned in and said "Make sure you're using protection, sweetheart. Unless you're trying for an heir already!" Y/N choked on air, quickly waving goodbye and promising to come back and visit soon. Getting into the carriage, she was still coughing slightly, and Nikolai looked up, concerned.
"Are you alright? Is something wrong? Do you need me to-"
"Nikolai! I'm okay, I just..." she paused, and his worry only seemed to increase. "My mother thinks we had sex."
"Oh. I mean... she's not far off, is she? Ow!" He clutched his arm where she had (lightly) punched him, and she couldn't help but giggle. Y/N moved next to him, and he automatically shifted so that she could rest her head on his shoulder.
This is nice, she thought as the carriage started moving. This is really nice. Waving goodbye to everyone gathered, she sunk further into Nikolai's body, letting him wrap an arm around her in a hug. The ride passed without incident, although when Tolya came to collect them to get them on the horses he had to tailor them a little to make it less obvious that the two had been making out most of the way there.
That night, Y/N and Nikolai shared the bed again, savouring the slight domesticity and kisses that came with it. They shared the bed the next night, and the one after that as well, sharing kisses and stories of their childhoods before falling asleep in each others' arms.
Chapter 7
#grishaverse#netflix shadow and bone#nikolai lantsov#nikolai lanstov x reader#nikolai x reader#nikolai lanstov x y/n#nikolai x y/n#king of scars
61 notes
·
View notes
Text
I guess I’ll take this pain, instead of your name |
Part Fifteen
A/n: Hey:) There's a lot going on in this part, but also a new pov, though it's really short! Couple of surprises in here too... haven't been too active as of late either and I'm not too sure when the next part will be out, just struggling atm but I hope you enjoy fifteen!:)
Summary: In life, things changed. The boys you'd once grown up with were men now, and famous ones at that. The type that toured the world and had millions of adoring fans.
The five of you shared a shit ton of history. But you also shared a lot of mixed emotions for one of them in particular, a certain drummer.
Warnings: Body issues, insecurities, panic attacks, lots of emotions basically... but there's some fluff too, very lovely stuffs:)
Masterlist
--
“You ready?”
My head snapped up at the sound of Lee’s gentle voice. He was stood in the bathroom’s doorway waiting patiently for me, he wore a soothing smile. The unnecessary gesture helped ease my mind somewhat, but I noted that my hand was still trembling even as I moved to stand.
I nodded at him in a silent reply.
Even after the assent, it took me an embarrassing amount of time to pull myself up off the hospital bed- I had been getting better and better at it though. In truth, it had taken everything but a forklift to get me up out of it the first time around, since then things had only gotten easier for me, even with all the aches and pains. Because if there was anything anyone should know about me it was that I was stubborn to an absolute fault.
Lee didn’t comment on the pace though, nor my stiff gait as I slowly made my way towards him. Instead he simply asked me other things to keep my brain active. How I'd slept, if I'd caught up on this new show we'd both been watching, what music Matty'd had me listening to.
“Where’s our Matty today then anyway? Patients have been commenting on the sudden peace and quiet.”
I snorted and Lee, the sweetheart, gave me an apologetic smile when I winced at the sudden pain that flooded my chest. Even so, I was still unable to help the small grin I gave him.
“He’s downstairs getting breakfast with Ross.” I replied, picking at the remnants of the plaster they’d removed from my inner elbow when they’d taken the IV out. “Wanted to be on my own for this part.”
I was gifted an understanding nod in reply to my faint admission, and Lee took my good arm in his when I finally reached him. That was all that was said on the topic.
The bathroom was pretty big compared to what I’d actually pictured the first time I’d tried getting out of bed for a wee. It was a shower room, or that’s what Matty had called it. It had a sink and its very own toilet, but it was essentially just a massive shower. The head was situated on the far side wall and had a square drain just below it, but there were no dividers in the floor that separated the shower from the rest of the room. Only another long drain by the door’s threshold.
It was a pretty cool concept, but I’d yet to put it to actual use. That was what this morning was all about though. And to say that I was nervous would have been a huge fucking understatement.
I inhaled as best as I could whilst my eyes darted around the mostly void space, needing to ebb some of the anxiety I felt, but even that simple task was slowly getting easier for me. I had to admit that Dr. Mann’s advice on doing those breathing and coughing exercises had sounded inhuman and had fucking killed the first few times round, but they were working. Helping a lot actually. And that’s all I could really ask for.
Hopefully soon enough I’ll be out of this place. But I’ll easily admit that I will definitely miss all the lovely patients that have been in and out of here too, as well as some of the wards amazing staff. They’d truthfully been such a massive support system and had helped endlessly when I’d needed a distraction from my own frail state.
“You gonna be okay?” Lee questioned me then, it was a prompt, that much was sure, but his voice held so much sincerity. He was one of the few I’d come to treasure most.
I glanced towards him and forced myself to give him a verbal response, after all he’d had to put up with my silent nods and moody cues all morning.
“Yeah.” I breathed, eyes dancing away from his again, scared he’d see through my lie. “And you’ll be just outside the door, in case I need you?” I added quietly.
“Just a shout away.” Lee reassured me in that sweet tone of his, rubbing at my forearm once before evidently letting go. He gestured towards one of the bathroom’s corners, “And if you can’t shout, then try and pull that long orange rope for me, yeah? Like we spoke about.”
I swallowed then pulled my bottom lip into my mouth.
Lee must’ve known that I wasn’t in much of talkative mood, because he smiled once more and then went to take a seat back by the bed. I dragged myself to my impending doom, carefully shutting the door behind me.
I took a moment then to centre myself, locking the latch promptly, and then turned to have another look around. A towel had already been hung up for me just by the sink, one from home, and a small array of shower essentials were lined up on a hanger by the shower head, though, the mirror was what caught my immediate attention.
It was something I’d been avoiding each and every time I came in to use the sink or the toilet, now though… I almost felt myself drifting towards it. First with my eyes, unable to draw my gaze away from it for too long, and then with my body altogether. It just seemed to automatically stray in that direction.
Then with a jerk, I realised the intention there and quickly turned away before I could get a close enough look, pivoting back towards the shower head instead. I started it up.
It had been a long couple days. Tiring, although all I'd done is mainly just sleep.
They’d seemed to drag on though, so repetitive, so mundane.
Just meds, meds, meds.
And talk, talk, talk.
I wanted to be out of here already. I wanted to be back home, where I felt safe. Home, where I could hole away for a while and deal with this all properly. Instead of facing it head on whilst having to front a smile for everyone else at the same time.
One bad day. One terrible fucking evening. And now my whole world felt as though it had fallen apart. Like sand seeping through clasped hands.
Usually, I was the one who knew how to deal with it all, with everything life threw at me. I knew how to cope. I was the one who’d always coped. I had to be. I’d always been. That was just how it had always worked. With my dad, then with mum, and the guys…
The water heated beneath my palm. I let my eyes slip close.
I was devastated, honestly. That’s the only word I could use to describe the way I’d been feeling recently.
It felt like I was stuck in this never ending loop, a blackhole of nothingness. A vicious cycle of good and then shit and then fucked. Because when things were finally going good, finally getting better, life would just mow me the fuck back down. Literally, this time around, my mind unhelpfully supplied.
So as I carefully undressed and stepped under the shower's warm water, I had to try very hard not to think back to that night. To the screech of tires. To the shouts of my name. But the water it reminded me too much of the rain. It itched and it burned my skin. And it all felt a little too much.
Blindly I swatted outwards towards the shower’s temperature dial, turning it and turning it until I shocked my body back to the present with a sharp stinging cold.
I had yet to even open my eyes either. To peer down at my battered body. The scars that marred it, both new and old. And still, I wanted to cry.
I swallowed, again. But that lump I felt forming in the back of my throat was only growing. I had to lean against the wall to stabilise myself, body shaking now. Panic coming in waves. I only had one free hand, the other in its cast and wrapped up tight, impenetrable to the water. I used it to soften the fall of my head when I let it hang, unable to hold it up much longer.
My hair was wet, I could feel it clinging to the back of my neck. I promised I’d try to keep it out from under the spray, the wound they're still tender. But now it was wet and I’d gone and broken that promise. That thought only crumpled me further, cowering me in the corner just outside the spray’s cold curtain.
My chest heaved even in the frigid room and the water clung to the tiles and to my skin. It made me shiver even though I felt like I was close to melting.
My ribs hurt, my whole upper body really. And my arm slipped out from under me causing my hand fall to my side. Thoughtlessly I laid my fingertips against the skin there, wondering briefly if it was yellowing, or if it was still black and blue and purple. My breath hitched when I felt the new groove there. The line that numbed my fingers enough for them to dart away on their own accord. My arm followed just behind them and I found myself slumping, turning and slipping further down the tiled wall. Everything so cold.
I don’t know how much time passed before a tentative knock sounded on the door.
My head darted up so quickly I fretted over whether or not I’d just added whiplash to my extensive list of injuries. But I had to make sure that the door was still locked. That no one else could get in. I didn’t need anyone seeing me like this.
“Y/n? You alright in there?”
It was just Lee.
“It’s just Lee.” I whispered to myself then inhaled sharply, ignoring the heat that licked its way through my chest. I forced a bravado. “Yeah!” I called back to him over the strength of the shower, “Fine!”
“You sure?”
“‘Course! Be out soon.”
I heard his hummed assent and then saw his shadow disappear from beneath the door.
Fuck.
“Fuck!” I huffed, digging a knuckle into the corner of my eye and forcing myself to toughen up. “Fuck.” I repeated again, even softer than the last. The panic still looming.
I strained myself trying to stand, gripping the nearby bar to aid me, but I did it in the end. And I had to push everything out of my head during the next few moments that followed, strategically washing myself down and rinsing off before I could crumble again. I kept my eyes tightly shut throughout it all, dismissing the more tender areas of my mangled body and focusing on the task at hand.
I could only assume that it was over in minutes, but those minutes had felt like hours to me. It’d almost been torturous.
I was quick to step away from where I’d been toying with the spray, too scared to fully submerge myself under it again, and was cautious not to slip as I tiptoed my way over towards the towel.
It was honestly by chance that I happened to look up when I’d gotten the towel wrapped round me, only to see that I was in line with the mirror.
So I stood there, bare feet pressed against the chilly laminate tiles beneath me, and tried to keep my breaths even. Match the heartbeat I heard in my left ear. The fine cut of silver that hung above the sink stared back at me mercilessly, and although now it was slightly fogged, I couldn’t find it in myself to tear my eyes away. The girl who stood within its four harsh lines was the same person I’d always been, only this girl, she was also the person I’d been running from. Trying to escape. For so, very long.
I watched when the smudgey girl walked closer to me, then observed the way she held up a frail hand to wipe at the chilly glass. The sound it made echoed within the room but it cleared the steam.
Looking, I saw that her hair was long -unruly, really- longer than it had been in years. The ends of it they crept their way across the line of her shoulders and like ivy they intertwined, framing her features and darkening the colour that normally resided in irises so bright and alive. Those eyes were somewhat sunken this morning, hazy, hidden beneath heavy lids and black lashes that were long. The skin beneath them dark, only emphasising the vivid scarlet that rimmed her waterline and shot across the whites of her eyes like lightning.
Her cheeks were hollow which only made her look all the more gaunt. Haunted almost. And were exaggerated by the gloomy shadow of sodden hair that had fallen into her face. I blinked, watching the way she licked lightly at her muted pink lips. They were dry, bitten and frayed from hours of relentless anxiety, but parted ever so slightly that her hot breath was able to fog the mirrored glass a tad.
The face she wore was young, unlined by worry, supple yet sharp. But had also been kissed by the cruel blades of glass and falling debris, spoiled by fading bruises that crept across the skin of her jaw and temples. Those bruises trickled though, inch by inch down her body, over her shiny collarbones and beneath the towel she’d swaddled herself in.
Some, a mere few, had described her face as beautiful, effortlessly pretty, but if she was being honest, deep down she knew that it was just a mask. A disguise used to conceal everything she herself didn’t want to see, didn’t want to seep out and taint what little good remained of her.
I gazed at the sad reflection, and it gazed back at me. I had to bite back and swallow down the fear that crawled its way up my throat- because yes, she was pretty, but she was also ruined, monstrous, and marred. The accident only further proved that point and I had to stand there and just stare, picking myself up piece by piece.
And believe it or not, it wasn’t for the first time. I found myself wondering over how many pieces I'd lost, missing or scattered, like that of an overused puzzle.
—ROSS’S POV—
“Fucking stupid.” Ross mumbled hotly under his breath, wondering why he’d ever even agreed to helping out in the first place.
“Oh just piss off, Ross.”
He turned his head and sent a bored glare in the direction the voice had come from. Matty was on the other side of the room from him, playing with blankets and pillows, and just being an overall twat really.
“You piss off. How the fuck have you had me standing here for the last fifteen minutes? My arms are aching, mate.”
Matty merely rolled his eyes and Hann, who was a way away, holding up the other end which belonged to one of the endless supplies that Matty had coerced him into bringing over, sighed too. For a minute there Ross actually thought he was going to have some back up, but knew he was wrong the second Adam opened his fat mouth.
“Toughen up and hold it higher, would you?”
“Yeah, what Hann said!” Matty snarked, looking back at them from inside the fortress he’d started to build. “Besides, you’re a fucking tree, Ross, this should feel like light work to you.”
Ross’s eyes only narrowed further and he had to clench his jaw to keep from actually decking Hann and Matty both when the pair of them only continued to hassle him over his placement of the string. He just hoped that Y/n showered quickly.
—
Even though it’d been a fucking task, one which left me feeling drained and scrubbed raw. It also did feel really good to be clean again. No more blood or sweat.
I’d long since shut the shower off and had to call out to Lee to ask for the clothes I’d accidentally left on the foot of my bed in my haste to get this whole thing over with, as well as my reluctancy to even go through with it. My head had been a mess, in shorter terms, so it was just a surprise that the clothes had been the only thing I’d forgotten.
Although, instead of the neat pile I’d made, Lee had slipped a baggy through the cracked opening I'd made in the door whilst cowering behind it, wrapped up securely in my towel. I’d frowned and told him he must’ve misheard me, but the nurse only shook the bag and told me, with a small chuckle, that he definitely hadn’t misunderstood. So I’d taken it and had been so pleasantly surprised by the sight that had greeted me upon opening it up.
My dressing gown! The one I lived when I was home, the same one I’d been gifted a few years ago by my nana. It was the perfect ratio of fluffy to towel, and left you feeling as though you were wandering around a spa. I almost squealed as I draped it over my shoulders, revelling in the immense comfort it brought me even with the struggle to get my casted arm through the sleeve.
I didn’t sneak another glance in the mirror though, mostly due to the fact that I couldn’t face it, but also because already knew that I was sporting a smile. It was a very thoughtful gift and I wondered over who had the foresight to bring it to the hospital for me.
Nevertheless, I upturned the rest of the bag I’d been handed and found that the gown hadn’t been my only gift. A pair of newly brought slippers rested at the bottom, alongside a silk hair-tie and a pair of… lacy knickers.
I snorted out loud at the sight of them, instantly clueing onto the suspect at hand. Only Healy would push his luck like this. But I still slipped into them, as well as the slippers that felt like an honest to god dream. Then took the time to try and tuck the damp strands of my hair into a loose ponytail with the tie I’d been gifted, but it was a shoddy attempt due to me being only one handed and unable to tug my arms up any higher than my waist. And that was with me really trying, too.
I sighed huffily to myself and gave up after the third attempt, but didn’t let it dampen the warmth that had shrouded me since I’d received the goodie bag. Though, I did find myself having to take a couple more breaths before I actually unlocked the door and pulled it open.
I didn’t know what I’d expected waiting on the other side of it. Perhaps Lee lounging on one of the many chairs that scattered the room, or Matty and Ross pissing about after having returned from the canteen. But this.. this surely wasn’t it.
“Surprise!” The four boys shouted at me. Ross wearing a fancy tiara and grinning like a clown from where he’d made himself comfortable on the end of my bed. Hann holding a tray of cupcakes topped with chocolate and fondant whilst giving me a lopsided smile, one that sort of gave away his helpless shrug and said, ‘Sorry if you hate this but here you go’. Lee was there too, chuckling away at the picture my face must’ve made, recording it all on someones phone. And then there was Matty, who was beaming brightly just by the bathroom door with his hands hidden behind his back, rocking in place.
My mouth was wide open and swinging in complete truth, this was all so incredible. From the buffet of snacks that had been smuggled in, as well as the banners and streamers that were hung up on the walls, to the balloons which littered the corners of the room and made the entrance to the pillow fortress that had been made even grander.
My eyes, watering and bright, darted between the four as I struggled to find the right words to say, or any words at all.
“Wow.” Was what I settled on and chuckled along with the rest of them even when Matty pulled me into a hug. “Did you plan all this?” I whispered out loud, wet gaze still jumping around what had once been my dreary hospital room.
Matty’s grin when he pulled away from me was only that much brighter and he nodded at me rapidly before he asked, “You like it then?”
“Like it?” I breathed out in awe, “I fucking love it.”
I turned to the rest of them on shaky feet, “Thank you. All of you. I- I don’t know what to say to be honest.”
“How about dig in?” Ross decided for me, already jumping up to cross the room. My attention followed his. “I picked up a Chinese a while ago and it’s been sat in that bag just waiting for me.”
I cracked an airy chuckle and rolled my eyes at him before gesturing to go ahead. “By all means, mate. Hate for you to go hungry on my account.”
Matty snorted from beside me and I glanced over when he leant in closer and whispered, “Watched him eat three cookies and eight of them mini sausage rolls before I had to have Hann take over unpacking everything for him.”
“Sounds about right.” I hummed, taking a cupcake from Adam when he approached whilst Matty darted his way over to take the phone from Lee. I could only assume that they'd started watching it when the two of them begun chuckling and smiling down at the thing. “Thanks again, for the cupcake and the party.” I smiled towards Adam and took a small bite out of the side of the frosted treat, “So, who’s bright idea was all this then?”
Hann quirked a brow in retort that told me more than his smirk ever did. “Do you even need to ask?” He jerked his chin back over towards the curly haired prat in the corner. “Texted me late last night, wanting to cheer you up.”
Ah.
I nodded at Hann slowly. Last night had been a tough one. I’d felt grim. The pain wouldn’t subside so I couldn't sleep. And I was non-stop crying. Just fraying at the edges, waiting to come undone.
Matty had been there though, alongside the doctors and Lee. I hated the thought of them seeing me like that, so weak and fragile. Even a bit embarrassed about the whole charade now I was stood with Hann. I tried to ignore it.
“Carls should be by too,” Adam mentioned to me, “Wanted to stop in after work.”
I grinned, I loved the party they'd thrown but seeing Carly right now would probably top seeing Bowie play live. Well, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration. But I’d only seen her in brief passing this week, when I’d been hazing in and out of sleep due to the medication I’d been on. But I did know that she’d stopped by an awful lot though, I’d woken up to see flowers on the sill, and my favourite chocolates on the side. Her lovely perfume always seemed to linger too.
The late morning quickly bled into afternoon and I found myself forgetting about pain and hurt and lies. Just bathing in the warmth I felt surrounding me. Lee had gone back to making his rounds but said he’d be stopping in again before he finished. Leaving me with two adult children and an annoyingly loved up couple when Carly finally arrived. I made the most of it though, because I loved them. And I could see the amount of love they had for me in return during the time we spent playing board games and talking and gossiping about ours lives and just laughing.
It all felt so surreal.
It was actually long past visiting hours when the nurse on-duty finally had to kick Ross, Hann and Carly out- but they’d only been able to stay as long as they had because no one else on the ward had had any complaints about them, seeing as we’d passed around the shit ton of food Matty had gone and ordered.
I couldn’t stop myself from smiling away though even as the door shut behind the three. I was sad to see them go but still so energised by the good time we’d had.
“Oi.”
My head turned towards where Matty’s voice had come from and frowned when he was nowhere to be seen.
“Matty? Where the fuck are you?” I asked around an amused snort. I really shouldn’t have been all that surprised when he stuck his head out of the fort he'd made with spare sheets and filled with pillows, but somehow I was.
“You coming or what?” He beckoned me.
I stared a him for a very long second before an airy laugh escaped me, the only sort that didn’t seem to hurt all that much these days. And without another word said, I stood and made my way over to join him, smiling in appreciation when he gave me his hand so that I could lower myself down onto the floor.
“Your castle awaits you and all that crap.” Matty whispered to me with a goofy grin and helped settle me into a comfortable position, one where a mountain of pillows was able to cocoon my body.
Once I was okay and ignoring the twitch in my back, I could finally glance about the place. I hadn’t had the chance to look it over before with all the excitement that'd been going on, but it really was incredible. Somehow Matty had managed to wrangle up an impressive number of sheets which stretched from one side of my bed over to two chairs he’d found, he’d strung up a few strings of battery operated fairy lights that trailed from one end to another, and had my laptop already opened up to Netflix.
The smile I broke into stretched my skin when Matty pressed play and the intro to one of my all-time favourite films begun to play. It then grew impossibly wider when he pulled a bowl of popcorn out of nowhere and nestle it between us.
I had to reel it in a tad, I knew that, but it was hard. I didn't think many people had gone so above and beyond for me before. I felt truly loved.
“This better be salted, Healy.” I told him with a mock stern expression, cautiously taking a piece from the bowl.
Matty rolled his eyes at me, “Yes, alright, Drama queen. Don’t have a conniption on me.”
My mouth quirked on its own accord. “Be the best place for it, but I’d hate to go and ruin your plans.”
With an exasperated shake of his head and a hidden smile that wasn’t quite so hard to see, Matty stole a handful and popped some into his gob. “It’s salted, princess. Promise.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, “For your sake you’d better not be lying.”
He laughed happily. “What’ve you got against sweet? Or buttered, or God forbid-”
I shot a hand out to clasp it over his mouth. “If you dare say toffee, I swear.”
“Toffee.” Matty finished, having licked my palm to free himself from my hold. I grimaced at both the foul gesture and the flavour.
“It’s the worst kind!”
“As opposed to stuffing your face with salt? It just dries your mouth out.”
I levelled him with a serious look, “Says the man inhaling it.”
Matty shrugged at me, eyes locked back on the screen. “’S good.”
He hushed me before I could contradict him and so I simply settled on a well deserved huff, relaxing further into the cushions whilst the films soundtrack played and Matty stole another handful of popcorn from the bowl.
—
My brow pinched when I stirred awake and my entire body ached with it. I hissed quietly to myself as I peered through squinted eyes to try and get a grasp back on reality.
It seemed like Matty and I had fallen asleep in the fort whilst watching old film classics late last night and if the sun, which skittered through the opening of sheets surrounding us, was to be believed it was now early morning.
I rubbed at my tired eyes then practically jumped out of my skin when Ross’s giant head popped into view at the entrance, scaring the shit out of me. I put a hand to my heart as an inaudible gasp bypassed my lips and had to narrow my eyes at him when he merely laughed in retort.
“Knob.” I cursed him, sniffing before I caught sight of a still-sleeping Matty sprawled out beside me, mouth wide open and catching flies, his head nestled into my side.
“You love me really.” Ross replied rightly as his gaze skirted between us. His happy expression dimmed by a couple dozen bulbs and was rapidly replaced by a solemn sort of smile, “Er, you fancy coming out to join me? And maybe not waking him up whilst you’re at it.”
At the confused face I pulled, Ross just gave me an imploring sort of look with his eyes that I couldn’t outright ignore, and so when I carefully nodded in agreement he stuck out a hand. Slowly but surely he pulled me from the makeshift tent and with a pained wince I thanked him.
“Don’t thank me just yet.” He replied and the furrow between my brows only deepened at his words.
“Ross, what-”
But my sentence was immediately cut short when my eyes met the shrivelled figure who was stood by the door, their face a priceless picture, appearing as though they were about to make a dive for the window instead of the actual door. Desperation and guilt swarming every fibre of their being.
“George?”
Part sixteen>
#the 1975#george daniel#george daniel the 1975#george daniel fic#george 1975#george daniel x reader#matty#matty healy#george daniel x you#1975#best friend matty#the 1975 band#fic#adam hann#ross macdonald#carly holt#1975 band#matty 1975#series#work#exes to lovers#y/n#reader#multi part fic#x you#x reader#angst#laugh#fluff#humour
91 notes
·
View notes
Text
For Fun! Scottish Smut 😌
I wrote this ages ago as a joke for my friends, a smut scene written in Scottish slang! After all, all Scottish people are bilingual 🤣 I just discovered it in my notes as I was cleaning them out and thought I’d share it here for the laugh. I hope it makes you chuckle because it won’t set your knickers on fire 😂
Without further ado;
Jimmy and Senga’s mad night oot!
Words: 585
What some words mean:
Swalleys - swallows
Boattle - Bottle
Stoatin - stumbling
Spunked - Cummed
Tadger - Cock
Pump - Fuck/Sex/shag - rumpy-pumpy means the same thing!
Fanny - Cunt
Bean - Clit
I just had a full body cringe typing that last one, so you can figure the rest out or ask me if you get confused🤣
They wur passin the boattle ae Bucky between thum. Takin huge swalleys as they walked hame fae the pub. Stoatin’ aboot like a clumsy gazelle oan her primark special high heels, Senga wiz clingin’ tae Jimmys arm while he grabbed hur arse, and whispered sweet nuttins in hur ear.
“Jist you wait tae we git hame, doll. I’m gonnae pump you rotten.”
He always kent jist whit to say to make her knickers wet. No that she wiz wearing any. He’d gied her a gid wee finger poking in the pub loo’s jist afore they wur kicked oot for arguin way the barman when he widnae serve thum anymare vodka ridbulls. She’d loast thum somewhere ‘atween the mens loos and the bar. Stumblin upti the frunt door, Jimmy drapped hur keys twice afore he managed tae unlock it and dragged hur in.
He hud hur shoved against the door afore she kent what wiz happenin. Jimmy gied hur the sloppiest kiss ar hur life, tastin like drink, and regret as he forced his tongue doon hur throat. The hawf empty boattle ae Buckfast clattured tae the flair as he shoved a haund up her skurt and poked aboot until he foond her bean and gied it a wee flick so she jumped.
“Cannae wait any longer, doll.” He said, breath soaked in Bucky.
“Dinnae then, i wanted yeh tae shag me back at the pub.” She replied as he hiked hur skurt oer hur hips and pulled his hard tadger oot ae his best trackie bottoms.
She wiz soon oan hur knees in the hallway, Jimmy grabbed haud ae hur hips afore he pushed inside her wet fanny, sayin’ filthy hings as she shouted in surprise.
“Yer jist a wee durty. Ye’ll no be able tae walk the morra.”
Usually, when it came tae the auld rumpy-pumpy, Jimmy wiz a two-pump-chump in bed, bit when he hud a drink in him, he lasted at least ten and she’d only coonted two so far.
“Shut yer moof and dae it then.” She said and yelped when he smacked her arse and thrust harder.
Jimmy laughed as she pushed back tae make him go fastur and called him a useless basturt when he slowed right doon insteid.
“Calm doon wuman, a ken whit am dain!”
He did and he didnae. She’d coonted seven thrusts noo, and kent he didnae hae much left in him, so she took maetturs intae hur ain haunds and balanced oan wan elbay so she could fiddle wae hur bean. Jimmy was gruntin and groanin, sweaty haunds slidin oer hur arse as he loast all sense ae rhythm. A flew flicks and she wiz almost there, fingurs moving so quick as Jimmy pounded intae her fanny once, twice, and she felt her fanny flutter aroond his tadger jist afore he spunked in her.
There wiznae fireworks or stars when she came. No wae Jimmy, bit it felt gid and her boady wiz fizzing fae the drink and orgasm. Jimmy fell oan tap ae hur and crushed her intae the carpet. She wiznae comfy, but couldnae be arsed movin noo. And so Jimmy and Sengas mad night oot ended wae them both passed oot in hur hallway. Senga couldnae mind if he’d locked the door. Ah well, any cunt that tried to burgul thum wid be in fur a shoack when they foond thum bare arsed and covered in spunk. The thoat sent hur tae sleep wae a grin oan her face.
……………*
Oh, fuck me gently 🤣 I forgot how bad it is and I’m crying laughing that I’m posting it here 😂 hope it made you giggle or smile, at the least 🤭❤️
#scottish#smut oneshot#shameless smut but really I should be so ashamed of this but it’s hilarious#creative writing#shameless smut#smut#original writing#my writing#my words#writing#original short story#original female character#original characters#creativewriters#cringe#embrace it#just for laughs#here for a good time#original story#short story#smutty smut smut#smutty#storytime#why am i posting this#i am a mess#writers of tumblr#female writers#women writers#just for the lols#woman writers
32 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hello how are you
I have a request where lesso and r are dating but lesso is stressed with smt maybe tests? And so she kinda forgets stuff w r or just r in general so r picks up a hobby maybe something scientific ir like building smt (like an ironman suit but its okay if you choose something else) and so lesso finds out and apologises for being so distracted and distant and r tells her about her project/projects
Have a good day :) x
Missing your attention
*Authors note~ooo I think this could realistically be something Leonora would struggle with and a tad self indulgent whoops*
Trigger warnings~ abandonment? Slight mommy kink? Implied smut
Prompt~ see ask^^^
You knew your girlfriend was stressed. After all you only had a class, the Dean of Evil had the whole school to oversee and you knew that must be such a challenge for her. So you expected to see less of the woman but what you didn't expect was how much she seemed to forget things. At first you passed it off as a one time accident and she was so apologetic that you truly couldn't stay mad at her, she's just too damn cute. She'd kill you of course ever you ever told her that out loud, you knew that but you still did so anyway.
Soon enough though, these little things became more frequent and it was truly starting to affect you. You knew she was busy, and you should be okay with that but your abandonment issues were starting to kick in. You'd let yourself get close to someone and now she was gonna do what they all do. Leave. Get you feeling safe and loved only to take it away. You didn't feel enough for her to even bother and remember your existence. You refused to fall into this trap, no you were going to battle the bad thoughts and keep busy. If your busy and she's busy then it will go super fast and then she won't be annoyed with you or call you clingy. She would have absolutely no reason to leave you, you were gonna do something, anything to make sure she would stay.
You began to spend your spare time in the lab, working on the mechanics of an Ironman suit but designing it to look more like the suit that the black widow wears. It was fairly obvious you had a thing for redheads, so it was no surprise your inspiration was Nat from the Marvel series you'd binged recently. The mechanics you felt were the hardest to grasp really after all you were doing this as a pure novice only using books to learn and guide you. You'd had setbacks after all crossing the two suits together was difficult. But you were making headway now and you couldn't be prouder of your achievements. Sure you had bad days, days where being without Leonora felt physically painful but you pushed through knowing that your girlfriend wouldn't come to bed until the wee hours of the morning and would leave before you were even awake for the day.
Leonora knew she felt bad, work had been piling up and preventing her from doing even the basic things like eating and sleeping. And more importantly she'd neglected you. The guilt eating away at her so much that she knew she had to find you. She'd been told that you snuck off somewhere recently and her insecurities grew. If you'd found someone else, she couldn't expect anything else she'd neglected you. But she loves you more than life itself so the thought made her heart shatter into pieces.
Thankfully, when Leonora followed you down to the lab this evening she was met with you adding the finishing touches to the suit and looking through sketches. "Sweetheart?" Leo called slightly worried of you being frustrated with her. "Baby! Hi, come see what I built" you giggled excitedly pointing at your creation and gathering the sketches you made of it.
"Wow, sweetheart this is amazing and you did this all yourself?" She murmured examining the suit and sketches, "this me love?" She purred as you flushed and nodded, "missed you baby" was all you offered in explanation. "I know sweetheart I'm sorry I've been so busy. I've missed you too so so much" she murmured before catching a hold of your chin and using it to guide your lips to hers. The sweet kiss didn't remain sweet for long, after all your bodies missed each other just as much as your hearts did. "Want me to try it on love?" She teased and you flushed red again, as she looked over the sketches once more. "Baby? Really? You do have a thing for that Nat then hmm?" She teased casting you to rush around the lab, putting sketches away and coming back to your girlfriend.
"If you missed me so much why don't you show me mommy" you whimpered kissing her cheek and running off to your shared bedroom, you knew how much Leonora loved the chase. "My little beautiful minx" she hummed before counting to ten and following after you.
Word count~ 854
#anon answered#v3nusxsky answers#fanfic#lady lesso#sfgae#leonora lesso#lady lesso x reader#lesso x reader#lady leonora lesso#lady lesso x you#leonora lesso x reader#dean of evil#tsfgae#anon request#anon requested
88 notes
·
View notes
Text
Tangerines and deer- Part 12
Once again this isn’t the last chapter!!
Taglist: @local-fanfic-addict @slut-f0r-u @wee-little-mouse
Mentions of sex (no actual sex sadly)
After a few months, your now boyfriend did indeed move to America. He lived about 20 minutes away, which was better than hours away.
You and ladybug sat on the couch, eating popcorn while waiting for the directions on a new mission from Maria.
“Jesus Christ, it’s been hours. Is she ever gonna be here?” He sighed, eyelids getting heavier by the minute.
“Probably not..” you muttered, and looked at the clock. It was 4 am.
“I think I’m just gonna go to sleep. I’m tired. Wake me up if she gets here.” He said, walking to your guest bedroom. He knew where it was because he practically lived there. He was always there, and you two were usually together.
“Yeah, good night.” You said, not tired at all unlike him.
“Good night.” He said, and closed the bedroom door.
You always had trouble sleeping, whether it was because your job or maybe even something else. You didn’t exactly know.
A few minutes later, while you still watched the tv screen, someone knocked on your door.
You got up and opened the door without thought.
“Jesus Christ, Maria, finally-“
But it wasn’t Maria.
“I think you got the wrong person, love.”
“Aaron? What are you doing here?” You ushered him in and looked around outside.
(I’m just calling him Aaron because his actor but you can call him whatever you think his name is.)
“Can’t sleep.” He shrugged it off, and took off his shoes.
“Yeah, me neither.” You sighed and laid back down on the couch.
He sat next to you, he hasn’t been to your house too much. You both were sometimes busy. You put your feet in his lap, which he didn’t mind.
He looked at you, and all of a sudden you were knocked out.
He smiled to himself, it was a small smile but he rarely smiled.
He decided to not let you sleep on the couch after a while, and instead he slowly and carefully picked you up. He brought you to your room and put you in your bed.
You mumbled something when he put you underneath the covers.
“Sorry?”
“Stay.” You said quietly, eyes still closed.
He smiled again, and got underneath the covers with you. He put his arm around you, and you adjusted yourself comfortably.
“Good night, I love you.” You mumbled quietly, he wasn’t sure he heard it right. But before he could ask you were sleeping again.
That’s the first time you’ve told him you loved him. It’s the first time he’s heard it from anyone.
He froze, it’s only been months. Was it too soon? Was it a lie?
All these thoughts ran through his head, but then he looked at you sleeping peacefully again.
He loved you too, but he didn’t know when to say it.
So he decided to just go to sleep, which was easier said than done.
❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎
When you woke up, you were slightly confused. Then you remembered that you were waiting for Maria, Aaron knocked on the door, and now you’re sleeping with him.
You groaned as you picked up your phone, reading the texts Maria sent.
“Next time, STAY UP AND WAIT.”
“Hello?! Are you awake? Open the damn door.”
You got up and stood up, looking outside. And there they were. Your father figure and your handler talking on your couch.
“Look who decided to wake up.” Maria said when she saw you.
“How long- How-“
“Well, someone actually woke up and let me in. Unlike you.”
“Dude! This is my house!” You said, looking at ladybug. The name ladybug was funny, and it stuck.
“Sorry.” He shrugged, and you didn’t notice Aaron behind you who also woke up.
“Well, good morning to you guys too.” He muttered and wiped his eyes.
“Oh my god- did you guys-“
“No!” You said, embarrassed.
“Then what’s he doing in your room?” Ladybug asked, taking a sip from his coffee that was in his hand.
“I would really appreciate if you didn’t ask about my love life.”
He crossed his legs as if he was some sort of dad, and just stared at you.
“It’s an important question.” He shrugged, you sat down on the couch.
Aaron just stood in your room, not to sure whether to leave or not.
“Im just gonna… leave. See you later maybe?”
“I’ll text you.” You said, with a smile and he gave you a small smile back.
“Yeah. See you.” He said and left.
“Oh, you two totally fucked-“
“Shut up! We didn’t!”
“Can I please get on with explaining the mission?” Maria said, annoyed of the argument. She pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry.” He said, you both turned to her.
“Finally. Okay, so you both will be heading to Japan-“
“Again?”
“Yes, again. Can I continue?”
“Yeah. Sorry.”
She continued on with the mission details, you pretty much ignored it.
“Okay, that’s it. You leave tomorrow.”
“Great.” You mumbled sarcastically.
#bullet train#tangerine x reader#aaron taylor johnson#bullet train x reader#atj#tangerine#tangerine bullet train#aaron taylor johnson x reader#bullet train imagine
114 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
ashxpad
What Kind of Photography Do You Want
ssisjavhd
WATCH SSIS JAV ONLINE
finalgirlcock
im that faggot they're always singin about
criaturitapotato
ღLuuღ
pyruru
pyruru