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wooahaes · 6 months

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skz - forgetting to kiss them

pairing: non-idol!skz x gn!reader

prompt: u forget to kiss them hello when u come home

genre: fluff!! just silly fluff

warnings: food mentions :3 + intentional lowercase & no proofreading.

daisy's notes: couldnt b me. id never stop greeting them w kisses. no one look at how long jisung's is i was particularly delulu when i wrote it

bang chan

chris noticed... almost immediately that was off about you. the embarrassing part was that it was partially due to the fact you didn't greet him with your usual "hi, i'm home" kiss.

it wasn't that chris looked forward to that kiss (he did, but that wasn't the point). he liked to think he was just... attuned to you. that he could feel the general vibe you had whenever you entered a room. he wasn't missing your "i'm home" kiss--he was merely noticing that you weren't feeling great. that something was weighing on your mind. so he called out as he heard you go back to the kitchen to get something to drink, asking about your day.

immediately, he heard you let out a long sigh. "work was awful and then i missed my bus so i had to take a cab."

chris nodded. "ah. gotcha."

you made your way over, sitting down next to him. "... did i do something?" you looked over toward the door, trying to retrace your steps. you hadn't slammed the door, and you hadn't been too late coming home...

"nah!" he looked over, "i mean, you kinda didn't give me a kiss when you came home. figured something was wrong."

you stared at him for a moment. did you really always give him a kiss when you came home? you liked to, because it was your own little way of saying "hi, i missed you," to him with just a quick peck. after a moment, you leaned in, pressing a quick peck against the corner of his lips before planting another on his lips proper.

"there," you giggled. "is that better?"

judging by the way chris giggled back, pulling you in for a third... maybe not. (but it wasn't as if you were going to complain.)

lee minho

usually, minho didn't mind whether you kissed him or not. he'd always enjoy your kisses, and found it endearing that you pressed a quick kiss against his lips whenever you came home, but he never asked nor would he ever force you to do it. sometimes he'd kiss you as a greeting, though, just because he liked to see your smile.

other times, when he was feeling a little more devious... he'd call out to you, just like he did tonight. "you forgot something!"

you came back into the room, shirt half-unbuttoned as you'd been in the middle of changing. you furrowed your brow, pouting a little as you tried to figure out what was wrong.

he just smiled at you. "you did."

a moment later, it hit you. you snorted, and made your way over, pulling him in for a kiss that lasted a few seconds longer than the usual one you usually gave him. your hands fell to his shoulders, and you drew back. "there. is that better?"

"i missed you," he giggled. "is that so wrong?"

you rolled your eyes, and gave him another peck on the tip of his nose. "love you, too, you dork," you said, pulling away from him to go change.

(and the sound of your laugh as you continued away despite the way he lunged to grab at you, just barely missing your ass... all minho could do was smile to himself.)

seo changbin

changbin was a reasonable guy. he waited a reasonable amount of time (ten minutes: you said you weren't going to shower or anything yet) before approaching you in the kitchen. "are you mad?"

you looked up from where you were working on dinner. he was so genuine about the question, and it threw you for a loop. had you done something to imply that you were...? all you did was get started on dinner because it was your night to cook. "what?"

"we always talk about these things," he said with a sigh. he crossed his arms, leaning against the counter, eyes bearing into your own, "did i do something? you can tell me if i did. it's okay."

"binnie, honey, i have no idea what you're talking about."

"really?" he frowned, and gave you this look of disbelief. "you always give me a kiss when you come home, and today, you didn't. do i need to run to the store? did i forget something--"

oh! you almost laughed at how adorable he could be sometimes. "nope," you said, reaching forward to pull him in. "just got distracted when i got home." ever so casually, you kissed him, and planted an extra on the corner of his mouth. "good to know you'd miss my kisses, though."

changbin just pulled you in again with a giggle, content to steal a few more from you before he let you go... for now.

hwang hyunjin

hyunjin didn't notice at first. he'd been curled up on the couch with a book when you came home, carrying a few bags of groceries that you insisted on handling yourself since they were for tonight's dinner. it was your night to cook after all, and--after asking to make sure you didn't want help--he settled back into his spot.

and then it hit him eventually: you... didn't kiss him when you came home. why didn't you kiss him? you always went out of your way to do it, after all. he leaned up, looking over to where he could see you deeply concentrating on the recipe you were reading. then again, you had set down the groceries and lounged around for a little bit first--the two of you had even talked during that. maybe you were mad at him? he knew he'd been petty about things before and denied you kisses as a result. maybe he was the one who was supposed buy groceries...? but you didn't give him a list or text him anything...

"honey?" he called out.

immediately, it caught you attention. 'honey' wasn't really his usual term of endearment for some reason: you were always his love, his baby. "what's wrong?"

his face grew warmer--was it really that concerning? "nothing--" he started, but realized that you only grew more concerned. "you didn't kiss me when you came home."

"oh."

he decided to keep going, "did i do something--"

"if you want it," you cut him off, "then come get it."

he just stared at you. "... what?"

"i was thinking about dinner," you said, turning back to what you were cooking. "but if you want that kiss, you'll have to come get it."

hyunjin found himself smiling, pushing aside his blanket and the book to get up and make his way over to you. he kissed you, smiling into it as well, as his hands fell to rest on your waist.

all better.

han jisung

jisung was not afraid to admit that he was deeply in love with you. and sometimes... that meant he'd overthink the little things. his heart was so full of devotion to you that sometimes he'd get too deep in his own head, trying not to do anything to wrong you. of course, he knew you, and he knew that you'd always accommodate him by telling him things outright. if he hurt you, you pointed it out and asked for space so that the two of you talk things out properly when both of you were ready for it. but today you were sitting at the other end of the couch, a pillow hugged against your chest as the two of you watched TV. or, well, you watched TV. jisung was watching you.

"hey." his foot bumped against your leg. "did something happen today?"

you tore your gaze away from the screen, brows drawing together. "no?" yet you continued to watch him for a moment, eyes scanning his face for anything that would give him away. "are you okay?"

he nodded. even that confused 'no?' was enough to soothe his thoughts. you would be honest with him, after all: that was what the two of you did. he settled into the couch. "i'm fine," he said, hoping it sounded casual enough.

yet you tilted your head, as if trying to get a better look at him. "baby?" you set the pillow onto the floor, moving a little closer. "did i forget something?"

he grew flustered immediately. "it's okay--it's not a big deal--"

"ohh," you lit up, smiling as you already knew. he liked the twinkle in your eyes whenever you knew something. "i know what it was." you crawled over to him, teasing him a little, "my jisungie didn't get his kiss today--"

he found himself unable to fight back a smile. "it's not a big deal, honey--"

"nope!" you giggled, and practically launched yourself at him. he'd end up pinned against the couch, "gotta make up for it with extra kisses for worrying my jisungie."

god, he loved you. you peppered kisses all over his face despite his laughter, slightly pushing back against where your hands were at his wrists to try and re-ground himself better against the couch, yet you didn't let go. sure, maybe you were hamming it up and acting extra cute for him... but he knew what this was. it was a message, loud and clear, that you cared about him wholeheartedly. you knew he could get anxious sometimes, especially when it came to potentially accidentally upsetting you. 'i want to make you happy' was what you told him once. he hoped you could feel the way he smiled into the soft kiss you pressed against his lips. when you drew back, you just stayed there, hovering over him and admiring how the glow of happiness looked on him.

"i'm home," you said.

jisung just brushed a stray strand of hair away. yeah... you are his home.

lee felix

as much as felix wanted to whine at you playfully for forgetting to kiss him when you came home (a staple of your relationship, he'd joke)... he couldn't help but worry. he continued to work at dinner, mentally going over your interactions today. he knew you well enough to know that he hadn't done anything to upset you unless you were having an off day where everything annoyed you (no shame in it, he thought; he had those days, too). it wasn't until after he finished making dinner that he called out to you.

"did something happen today?"

you looked up, brows drawn together, but he could see the fatigue on your face from stressing about something. "no?"

he set aside what he was doing, making his way over to where you were sitting, laptop open in front of you. you changed tabs immediately away from whatever you were doing for work right as felix began to knead at your shoulders.

"this is cheating," you whined, head dipping back so you could see his face.

"and i'd do it again," he said, dipping down to plant a quick peck against your forehead. "you can talk if you need to. i don't mind listening."

with a sigh, you shut your eyes while felix continued to massage your shoulders. sure enough, there was someone you had to deal with at work that had annoyed you enough that you were still running through the conversations hours later. he just stood there, listening and nodding along as he continued to work his magic on your tense muscles.

when you finished, he leaned down to press another quick kiss against your lips. "feeling better?"

"a lot, actually," you sat straighter in your chair, reaching forward to close your laptop. "thank you, lixie."

kim seungmin

seungmin had sat on the couch for too damn long, pretending that everything was fine. yes, you didn't kiss him when you came home, but that didn't mean anything. clearly, it didn't mean anything. except maybe you were mad at him, and you were withholding a stupid kiss because of it instead of talking it out like adults. that was what the two of you agreed on: no going to bed mad. to say that you were mad and needed space. not... whatever this is.

"seungmin?" you had sat down at the other end of the couch. "what's eating you?"

his eyes were a little too sharp when he looked at you, frustration all too evident on his face when he was supposed to be hiding it. "that's what i should be asking you."

and then... genuine, unfiltered confusion. your brows drew together as you watched him, smile falling. oh.

fuck. you weren't mad at him.

"never mind," he says quickly, "it's stupid--"

you moved over so that you could reach out and take one of his hands in your own, "seungminnie, it's not stupid if it's bothering you!"

ah. using cuteness to get what you wanted. unfair. "you didn't kiss me when you came home like you always do, so i thought you were mad. so then i got made because we agreed to always talk things out."

immediately, you giggled. "aw, seungmin... you really like my kisses that much?"

when you leaned forward to kiss him, he immediately shrank away, trying to block your mouth from his own. "no! not now! it's not the same now!"

yet your laugh was enough to make him drop the act. your lips pressed against his, and he smiled into the kiss, happy to have your arms around him... even if you'd never let him live this down.

yang jeongin

jeongin considered himself one of the more mature people in his friend group. sure, he could be silly and goof off sometimes, but he'd heard his other friends with partners complain about the tiniest things that turned out to be nothing. so with you, he felt a little comfortable in assuming that your "i'm home" kiss just slipped your mind. you'd texted him your bus was running late, so he'd decided to make you a cup of tea for when you came in. and when you threw yourself onto the couch, saying nothing to him for a while...

well, jeongin had a pretty strong feeling that you needed someone to listen to you instead. he'd sat down next to you, passing you the mug as he leaned in to press a quick peck against your lips. his own little "welcome home" kiss that he'd try to greet you with sometimes, if given the chance.

"do you want to talk about it?"

he watched as you took a long sip of tea, letting out a sigh once you'd set the mug down. "work sucked."

jeongin nodded. "and your bus was late..."

another heavy sigh. you turned your face to look at him, reaching for his hand. he gave it to you without any teasing, and watched as you pressed a kiss against his knuckles.

"are you sure it's fine for me to unload all of this on you?"

"that's what i'm here for," he hummed, sliding in a little closer so that he could draw you closer. "you listen to me, right?"

the hint of a smile ghosted over your lips, and jeongin watched as you settled in, head resting on his shoulder. "right..."

he just pressed another kiss into your hair as you launched into telling him about your day. no need for you to worry about giving him any 'i'm home' kisses: jeongin would supply you with as many 'welcome home' kisses as you needed to make you smile again.

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teacheesee · 8 months

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Hii! I wanted to request reader x zoro where he sees you wearing his clothes one day and how he would react!

You can also just do it with the monster trio like the other imagines if you like! :]

forgetful - zoro x gn reader!

zoro forgets his clothes at your place, and loves you see you in them. 500< words.

warnings: a bit suggestive oopsie

You collapsed on your bed after a long day of classes, the sun making the whole day miserably hot. After a moment sinking in the silence, you rolled off your bed and hopped in the shower, eager to be rid of the day. Feeling refreshed, you stepped out of the shower and ran the towel through your damp hair. Still warm from the shower, you wanted to opt for some comfier, loose clothing to spend the rest of your day inside in.

Scanning your room, your eyes caught on a t-shirt laying haphazardly on the edge of your bed.

“Huh, he must’ve forgotten it,” you mumbled, putting the big t-shirt on over your lounge shorts. You yawned, walking to the kitchen to make some lunch before the inevitable post-class nap. Over the sounds of the stove, you nearly didn’t hear the knock at the door. Setting down the spoon, you turned to grab the door.

“Hello!” you sang, throwing the door open playfully.

“He--” Zoro’s voice caught in his throat for a moment before clearing his throat, “Hey.”

Your head tilted at his weird reaction. “What?”

He walked in, setting his bag down on a kitchen chair, “Hm? Nothing.”

You didn’t miss the way he was ducking his face down, eyes rhythmically taking quick glances at you while you cooked. Leaning against the counter, stirring the pot, you eyed him skeptically. Shrugging it off, you grabbed bowls and utensils for the two of you as you plated your lunches. Sitting across from him, it really was getting possible to ignore the way his eyes were studying you, slow and purposeful in their intention.

“What is it, Zo, is there something on my face or what?” He looked down again, attention laser focused on his lunch.

“This is really good,” he muttered into the bowl, shoving his mouth full. You propped your elbow on the table, shrugging, causing the shirt to slip down your shoulder, exposing more of your skin. You honestly didn’t notice, but it was clear that Zoro did when he slammed the table, standing up abruptly, face completely flushed.

“Dammit,” he cursed, quickly making his way to you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but before you could get a word out, Zoro had slung you over his shoulder and was making his way quickly down the hallway.

“What the fuck? If you wanted to take a nap you could’ve just said so,” you protested.

“We’re not sleepin,” he said, a smile evident in his voice as he gently closed your bedroom door.

You weren’t sure exactly what had gotten into him that day, and maybe it was all coincidence, but in the days and weeks following, your closet had grown considerably as Zoro continuously forgot his clothes at your place.

a/n: sorry this was so short anon!! i loved this prompt and i will definitely be posting for the rest of the monster trio and probably ace with this idea in the future. i got so lazy but i was itching to post. thank you so much for your replies and EVERYONE please send me a billion requests i love to see them and stir them around in my brain like smut stew.

note for future requests! i will not write NSFW unless specified! (i wanna write nsfw so give me prompts mwahahaha)

okay guys meow (ciao) •*.

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voxmortuus · 10 months

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✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Yandere!Count Vronsky x F!Reader!Wife ✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ Anna Karenina ✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 3.6k ✧*̥˚ PROMPT: *̥˚✧ This was given to me by the lovely @bettytaylorversion || Okay, okay I'm lately obsessed with yandere Count Vronsky, so how about yan Vronsky suspecting that his wife is seeing someone or like in love with someone and it doesn't help when his mother keeps feeding his suspicions so he ends up locking the wife/reader up in their house in countryside/ another country house where no one can reach them and where he makes sure his beloved wife knows exactly how much he loves her. ✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ Dead Dove Do Not Eat | Yandere Count | Possessive Count | Aggressive Count | Stalker Count | Demanding Count | Accusations of Cheating | Toxic Mother | False ideas | False Suspicions from mother | Toxic Marriage? | Isolation of Reader | Slapping | Pushing or Shoving | Yelling | Slamming doors | Gripping readers throat | Passionate making out | Throwing reader on bed | Stripping reader | Unprotected PiV | Aggressive sex | Reader fights a bit but stops fighting | Dub-Con? | insinuated Cream Pie | Crying Reader | Fluff | Reader questions if she loves him at the end | Relationship conflictions | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ I've been wanting to write for him for a long while! Thank you love for this request! I hope this is along the lines of what you were hoping for... Sorry if it doesn't hit exactly what you're looking for but I tried!!! Anywho.... I hope this brings you some joy. ✧*̥˚ DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa ✧*̥˚ TIME PASSER DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @voxmortuus ✧*̥˚ IMAGE CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @peachyspaceslvt ✧*̥˚ ATJ TAGLIST: *̥˚✧ @earth-elemental18 @nyxvuxoa-writes ✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist | Aaron Taylor-Johnson Masterlist *̥˚✧

It was this gnawing feeling, this feeling of dread, sorrow, a pain in his gut he couldn't shake. Watching you go as he leaned against the window frame, he knew where you were going. He knew, he just had this gut feeling that he couldn't quite shake. It ate at his heart, it ate at his brain, it was like these cogs and wheels working, but not in a way of rationality. His thoughts were completely irrational. Looking out that window as your carriage vanished into the thick fog of the dawn, he felt so lost, so angry. He wasn't happy, and not happy may be quite an understatement.

Placing a hand-rolled cigarette between his lips he grabbed a match from the fireplace and lit it. The smoke bellowed above, tossing the match into the fire he turned to see his mother sitting at the table.

"She does not have love for you anymore, Alexei." She stated. Her tone appeared caring, honest, maybe even having pity, but it was just because she didn't like you.

"She must love me. That is my wife, she must." He stated he didn't seem demanding about it, he seemed sad, heartbroken even.

"But she does not. She will never love you as she loves him. What married woman is happy with her husband? She has grown bored of you. Had she not she would not go to him as she does." She points out.

His heart, if it was a glass a cat had pushed off the counter it would have shattered. He only hoped that you were as enraptured by him as he was about you. He looked up at the wall, the painting of you seemed to be watching. He closed his stormy blue eyes and looked back at his mother.

"She does love me. I know it to be true. You speak lies, like a snake in the garden." He snapped and walked to the table and had taken a sip from the slightly sweetened tea he had poured only moments before your leaving. Sitting there he tapped his smoke against a small crystal ashtray and his mind became overrun, thinking of everything his mother had stated. Thinking of those possibilities. What were you doing? Were you spreading your legs for him? Was he satisfying you? Were you unhappy with him? Did you not love him? Did you grow bored of him? He rubbed his lip a moment as he took another drag before looking at his mother.

"When she comes home, I will settle this." He stated. Taking the cup and his almost-gone smoke and had vanished to the bedroom. He sits on the edge of the bed after putting the cup on the bedside table and looks over your side of the bed. It was too much, these feelings he had, it was like they were just bubbling up, ready to overflow and put out the fire that kept the pot lit. Feeling the stinging in his nose from the slight anger he ran his hand through his curly blonde locks and his jaw clenched as he put his smoke out in the ashtray and grabbed his clothes for getting dressed before he slammed the bedroom door.

His mother had heard the slam and had made her way to the room. Letting herself in she looked over him and sighed. "I just want what is best for you."

"I said I would take care of it. I do not need your help. She is my wife, not yours." He sort of snapped.

"You are right, she is your wife. And your wife is off with another man, spreading her legs and enjoying her time away from you. So how are you going to handle that Alexei?" She asked.

"I will take her away from here. I will take her far away from everyone. Including you." He snapped. "Now if you do not mind, I am getting dressed. Go find something else to bother." He snarled slightly as he escorted her out of the doorway and closed and locked the bedroom door.

Looking out the bedroom window and looking over the garden, he watched the flowers bob from the heaviness of the heads that were filled with the morning dew. It was something so simple, and yet even looking at their beauty, he saw you, he saw your smile, your smooth skin, your curves, he saw how your hair fell, that glow in your eyes when you were happy. You had to love him, why was he questioning it? Why was he standing there, looking out on those flowers questioning if you loved him?! With a clenched jaw and a knitted brow, he threw open the closet door and grabbed his attire for the day.

After fastening the last button on his coat, he makes his way back to the kitchen- it's like he doesn't want to acknowledge the other parts of the home without you here. Feeling lost, and one track minded. He didn't like that you were gone, it loomed over him like a dark cloud heavy with rain looms over the dirt countryside roads. He needed to know where you were going. He needed to know what you were doing. He needed to know what you were saying. Were you tired of him? Were you unhappy? It just gnawed at him like a beaver gnawing on a log.

Why was this even a feather of a thought? It's not that he didn't want you to have friends, it's just, why did they have to be male friends? And even then, it wasn't the idea of male friends that bothered him, it was the embedded, plated thoughts from the snake in the garden that made him believe that you were unhappy, that you were not in love with him any longer, that you were looking for a way out of this relationship. Well, that was going to be nipped in the bud right away. There was going to be no second-guessing it, not after this.

He decided to gather himself a little more and decided to head out to find you. He had these questions that needed answers. He turned to look at his mother who was still there. "Watch the house while I am away. We will be gone for a while." He states. His mother went to speak but before she could retort with a comment he was out the door and off to the stables.

After a few hours of looking and getting a general idea of where you were he stopped, getting off the carriage he approached, standing a good distance behind as you stood there, talking to another man. Oh, this did not sit well with him, but he watched and observed. With a lick of his lips and a look of heartache, as you touched the other man's face, he couldn't help but feel that slithering snake of a mother of his was right.

The more he watched, the more you laughed, the closer this man seemed to be getting to you, and the more it climbed up him like ivy claiming lattice fencing. This green envious monster coils around his every nerve, his nostrils flair as he walks toward you and clears his throat, but you don't pay much attention until he grabs your arm and pulls you to him.

You gasp and look over his face. "My Love, what are you doing here?" You ask him.

"I could ask you the very same." He states. His stare was cold, his stare pained, and his stare… it bore into you like a hot glue gun into plastic.

"I am just out with a friend, we do this every week. It means nothing." You state honestly.

"Does it? Does it really mean nothing? You were touching his face, and laughing with him like you do with me. Do I not make you happy anymore? Have you grown bored and weary of me?" He asks you with a small shake in his voice almost as if holding back tears.

"Of course you make me happy, why would you ask such a thing?" you respond back looking into his stormy blue hues.

His jaw clenches and he looks at your friend and back to you. "We are leaving." He states as if dismissing you from your date with your male friend.

"What? No. Alexei, no." you stated.

"I do not know him, nor do I like how you were touching him, we are going somewhere. You'll like it. Get in." he states and gestures to the carriage.

"Alexei, no." You state firmly.

He clenches his jaw and looks over you. "Do not make me put you in there myself. Now. Be a good wife, and get in the carriage." He snarls lowly.

Licking your lips you look over his face and let out a slight breath before getting into the carriage. Feeling the shake of the carriage from the door closing. Placing your hands in your lap you look down, studying them a moment before you close your eyes almost in defeat, and wonder where he is taking you. It was clear he wasn't taking you home. Why was he suddenly acting this way? What was it that made him feel like you were unhappy? You began to study yourself, you even began to question yourself. But why? His actions alone.

His actions just then made you question if this was really where you needed to be. But the more you thought about it, the more you realized that maybe he was seeing something you were not seeing. Were you really happier with your friend than you were with him? Was he not seeing how much you loved him? Were you really doing something bad? You turn back and look at him as he stops the carriage and climbs into the back of it with you as someone else takes over. Someone he had paid to drop you both off and take the carriage back to the house.

You sit there, in silence, and you study him, you study his face, his eyes, how his jaw twitches, how his brow knits, how his eyes seem to be full of sorrow, and maybe is that hate? You look down, and you think about all you've done, but you can't help but shake your head. You love this man, and he was blind to false things. Was there a way to fix it? Was there a way to get him to see that you love him just as much as he loves you?

"Where are we going? There is nothing for miles." You point out looking out the little window of the carriage door.

"We're going someplace secluded." He states.

"Secluded? Whatever for?" You ask with a slight bit of worry in your tone.

"Enough with the questions, you will see when we get there." He states, short in his tone.

You lick your lips and hike a brow before looking back down at your lap and letting out a slight sigh. You feel this could get problematic.

By the time you get to where you were going, the sun had already set and come back up. You look over his face as he offers to help you off the carriage. Your jaw clenches and you shake your head.

"Are you serious? Why are we here? We are days away from home at this rate Alexie." You point out.

HE shakes his head and looks at you and looks over the country home before looking back at you. "You will survive. This is for a reason."

"THIS IS ABSURD!" You scream. The only thing you cause to stir is birds out in the field. Your jaw clenches and you look over him shoving past him and heading toward the inside.

He sighs slightly and shakes his head, he isn't expecting you to understand. Rubbing his brow a moment he looks up at the gray skies and then over on the vast rolling fields of nothing. A small smile creeps across his face as he listens to the front door being slammed. Another soft sigh escapes his lips as he heads toward the house.

Upon walking in he looks around and spots you standing there in the living room. As he walks toward you to join you, you turn and look at him.

"What is all of this about?" You ask.

"You need to see how much love I have for you. I cannot do that back there." He stated honestly.

"So you isolate me?!" You raise your tone.

"Yes! It keeps you away from another man touching you!" He snaps.

"NO ONE ELSE IS TOUCHING ME!" You snap back.

"HOW DO I KNOW?!" He steps closer to you.

"No. You don't get to ask me that question! How do you not see that I love you!? I have always loved you!" You snarl as you step forward challenging him.

"Well, I suppose now you can show me just how much you love me as I show you how much I love you." He stated coldly.

"Don't be so pigeon-livered." You growl to yourself. "You're being a floozer Alexei. What has ever gotten into you?" You ask him.

"Are you really going to throw insults at me? Pigeon-livered? Floozer? Do not." He grips your arm and pulls you close. "Do not cross me."

You shove him and look over his face. "Or what?" You ask with a tightly knitted brow. "What are you going to do?"

Stretching his neck from left to right he licks his lips and his jaw clenched.

"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?!" You snapped.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?!" He snapped back. He began to pace. "All I ever do is shower you with love and attention, I do nothing but prove to you how much you mean to me. I make sure you always put your best forward. And you do this. Run off with another man doing god knows what." He states.

Crossing your arms over your chest you stare at him a moment and blink a few times. "Are you blinded by your own selfishness right now? Can you not see past your own nose? I am not laying with another man Alexei! I have never laid with another man!" you snap.

"HOW DO I KNOW THAT?!" He snaps. "How do I know that?" He asked you. A complete and utter look of defeat sprawled across his features.

Walking to him you slap him across the face. Not once, but twice. Reaching forward he grips your throat and moves you through the house. Kicking open a door he shoves you into the bedroom and starts to unbutton his jacket. Looking over you his eyes hungry. His snarl was fierce, his jaw clenched so hard you could hear the bones grinding and you could feel the flex of his jaw. You try to shove past him but that wasn't happening.

"What are you going to do rape me Alexei?" You ask.

He scoffed and looked over at you. "Do you think that little of me? Strip." He demands.

"No." You cross your arms. At this point, you were fighting him to fight, how far could you push?

"I said strip!" He demands again. Walking to you he spins you around and starts to untie your skirt.

Layer by layer you fight, until you are both stripped down to mere thin layers. Tears staining your face, you look over him and shake your head, a small thumping sound of your heart feeling like it was echoing in the room.

"All I have ever wanted was for you to love me. You have to love me, you must love me." He states. He steps closer to you, looking over you he grips your face and pulls you near. "You will love me. You will." He states firmly.

Scared at this point you cannot find your words. He presses his lips to yours and at first, you give in, you cave, you wrap your arms around him and kiss him deeply, lovingly, longing for that affection he wanted to give you, but then you start to push away, saddened by the fact that he couldn't believe you, that he had no trust in you.

"No…" You start to push away, but you didn't want him to at the same time, it was this conflicting feeling.

"Do not tell me no, you want this…" he points out as he listens to your breathing.

You have no means of responding.

"I'm not taking that as a no." he states.

You give him a cold stare, looking over his face, his lips press against yours and you shove him back, and he throws you to the bed. You bounce once before he climbs on top of you and looks you over. He tilts his head and looks over your face and takes your wrists and places them above your head and looks over your face intently.

You attempt to wiggle free but he hovers over you, his body pressed against yours. In one hand he has your hands gripped together, in the other hand hikes up your skirt, he looks over you, and he leans in and nips at your lips. Your breathing becomes heavier, and you close your eyes. Shaking your head you begin to breathe heavier. It felt good, his hands on you, it always felt good, but there was this sense of fight that also washed over you.

As his lips found your neck he kissed up your neck to your jaw, finding your lips. While you loved his affection, you were terrified. Literally scared of him.

"Get off of me." you demand.

"Let me show you. See how much I love you." He takes your hand and places it on his hard cock. "This is how much I love you." He states.

You pull your hand away and turn your head in another direction. His senses overwhelm him, and unable to control himself he groans softly as he presses himself against you. You turn your head away from him, maybe checking out, but at the same time ever so present in this moment. As he thrusts himself into you you take in a deep breath. A whimper leaves your lips as a groan leaves his.

Looking over you he observes your features as he turns your face to look at him, leaning in he kisses you again. And it was then you cave, just a little. Your lips pressed against his, your hand moved up his arms to his hair and you pull him closer. Your hips roll against his thrusts and you begin to whimper against his lips. The feeling of him against you was something you always loved. Truthfully you never questioned this man's love for you. But you were conflicted because of how he was coming at you. You didn't know if you should fight him, or cave to him a little more.

The more he thrusts the harder he becomes in his motions, the more you fight. But the more you fight, the more he growls, it was a conflicting feeling all over again and you aren't sure what to do, it was overwhelming. You push him away, shoving him but he pulls you closer.

Feeling your body flush against his you let out another soft whimper. You move your hands to his shoulders as you feel him thrust deeper into you, your moans escaping you were almost pained but yet pleasure-filled. Your hips rolled against his as he continued to thrust with a fever. He pulls you even closer to him, pulling you into his lap as he guides you along his stiffened cock, nuzzling into you, nipping and biting at you.

The moans fill the bedroom, bouncing off the windows and the walls, and while you might be fighting him because of his choice of actions, this man was your life. You kiss him deeply as you both moan in pure pleasure. Your bodies collide in such a raw motion. Thrust after thrust, grunt, and groan after grunt and groan, screams of pure euphoria leaving you both. It all came to a halt with a trembling body-shaking finish, feeling as his cock twitched inside of you as hot ribbons of seed coat your velvet walls. He snarled against your skin, and you bring a hand across his face, and you begin to cry.

Holding you close, he looks down at you, smoothing your hair he presses his face against you.

"Shh… now now, everything is alright. I love you, so much." He whispers. "You have to love me back, you just have to." he says softly.

"I… I do love you, Alexei. I do. I wish you would see that." you say between sniffles.

He holds you close, nuzzling against you. "Shall we draw you a bath?" He asks.

Nodding your head he looks over your face and nods. "I shall draw you a bath. Think about what I said." He states.

"Are you isolating me? From everyone?" you ask as he gets up and slips his pants back on.

With a firm stare, he looks over you. "I am, and it's for our own good. You won't be seeing him, we will stay here as long as it takes." He states truthfully.

And like that, your heart becomes conflicted, you love this man, but you feel scared of this man… but then you look at him, and you don't feel afraid anymore. You just want him to see that you do love him. It's conflicting, and it's terrifying, you love him, but is it true? Staying here, you're only choice is to grow to love him. But that's been his goal all along, for you to love him, and for him to show you in so many ways how he loves you.

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artemisgrayy · 2 months

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You want self-indulgent prompts? I am currently feral about the idea of Alastor stepping on my face (maybe in a prompt sense, we could call this rough sex/BDSM) and Lucifer giving me aftercare.

The Importance of Aftercare

18+ - Minors DO NOT INTERACT

[Alastor x Reader Smut] [Lucifer x Reader Aftercare]

Tags: NSFW, Minors DNI, rough sex, suspension, Alastor's shadow, loss of mobility, clawing, broken skin, breeding if you squint hard enough

Summary: You are Alastor's plaything. He enjoys using you, and knows exactly what buttons to push to deliver you into sweet, sweet subspace. Unfortunately, aftercare is not a concept his familiar with so Lucifer swoops in to pick up the pieces following your demise.

Your body feels stiff from the position you’ve found yourself in for the last several hours. Alastor left you in his room strung up by the wrists like a marionette, vulnerable and exposed. If anyone were to walk in right now you would be mortified, and he knows it.

The shadowy tendrils hold your wrists firmly to the small of your back — tight enough that they're on the cusp of cutting off your circulation but just centimeters away from that threshold. Any tighter and you would begin to lose feeling in your hands. The Radio Demon knows your limits and he enjoys pushing them.

You’re his plaything.

At this point, you're fed up. You've been here so long that your patience has worn thin. Feeling restless and ticked off, you squirm against the restraints in hopes that their firm grip loosens.

A sudden cool breeze licks your naked skin, causing your nipples to harden. Your senses are assaulted by the smell of spruce and petrichor as a dark shadow creeps up from the floor below you. Danger signs involuntarily flash through your mind as the shadow forms the Radio Demon.

He's so close you could touch him if you had use of your hands — which is exactly why you don’t. His sharp smile creates a sense of urgency as he edges closer to you, savouring your helplessness.

“Going somewhere, my Doe?” Purrs the demon, narrowing his eyes at your squirming body.

“Nice of you to show up. Here I thought you forgot about me” you spit, annoyance dripping from your voice.

“Heavens no” he cackles, waving his free hand, “I just wanted to see how long you would wait for me to return.”

“Fuck you.” you seeth, squirming violently against his shadow’s cold embrace.

Alastor doesn't even flinch. Instead, he stands there watching you squirm, visually amused by your failed attempts at freedom. The smug expression sends fire through your blood as he watches his pet, helplessly struggle to no avail.

You know what will set him off, but a lingering fear of Alastor causes you to hesitate. Your struggle ceases as you calculate your next words carefully.

You've decided you've had enough.

“You might have me tied up pretty tightly” A smirk forms on your face. You look him dead in the eyes basking in the delight of his smug expression disappearing with your next words, “But I know the leash Lilith has you on is tighter.”

The lights flicker violently as the final word escapes your lips and the sound of radio static rings through the room with such force that your ears ring. You wince. His glowing red eyes snap to vacant black, red radio dials replacing his pupils.

A brief sense of relief takes hold when the shadowy tendrils release you and you slam into the bed below you. When you attempt to get away, you feel him grab a fistful of your hair before he throws you face down on the floor.

You push yourself up but are quickly stopped when you feel a boot crush your face against the floor. Through the corner of your eye, you see Alastor looming over you with such rage and disgust that your stomach turns. The horns growing from his head are a stark reminder of how dangerous this demon is.

“If I ever hear those words leave your mouth again, your soul will be the next one I tear apart. I'm sure the rest of hell will enjoy the sounds of your terrified screams as I broadcast them for all to hear, you disrespectful wretch.” he bellows.

Your heart races as his voice echoes through your ears, terrified by his threatening words.

The heel of his boot digs further into your face causing you to whimper at the weight of it as strands of hair rip from your scalp. The carpet scrapes against your cheek as you lay there, helpless under the weight of his body.

You dare not move when Alastor removes his foot, your body remains limp as you wait patiently for your demise. His claws grasp a fistful of your hair, your scalp screaming from the individual strand ripping free as he forces you onto your knees.

“Tell me, darling, who do you belong to?” Demands the demon, releasing his grip on your hair to lift your chin with his finger. Feeling dazed and defeated, you take in the scene caused by your provocation. His body has contorted into something terrifying — like an animal cornering his prey. Red drool drips down his chin as the shadowy tendrils swirl around him, glows of green illuminating the room around you. The radio static fades to a little more than a drone in the background.

“I belong to you, Alastor.” You mutter, hypnotized by his glowing eyes sharpening towards yours.

“And what are you?”

“Your pet.”

The smugness returns to his face and he smirks down his nose at you through half-lidded eyes.

“Lovely.” he uses your hair as leverage to shove your face against his groin and you feel his thick, monstrous length against your mouth. A sharp spike of lust cascades through you when you feel his cock twitch from your hot breath seeping through the crisp fabric of his pants.

You're suddenly eager to taste him, lifting your hands to paw desperately at the thin barrier between you and your prize. You almost miss the demon curse under his breath as he jerks your head back.

“Ah ah ah,” he wags his finger, “patience, pet”

You whimper in response, a self-satisfied expression lights up his features at the sound. He runs his clawed thumb across your lips and you pant, urgent to please him. He uses one hand to slowly and methodically unbutton his trousers and your mouth salivates in response.

“Feast, my Doe,” he demands, his smile illuminating the hungry look in his demonic eyes. You launch forward, primal instincts taking over, and with one tug of his pants, you free him. Precum drips from the head of his cock in anticipation of your mouth. You lap it up hungrily, your tongue trailing a line of hot saliva down his length.

Alastor growls in response. A spark ignites in you, causing you to swallow him whole. Your eyes fill with tears as you fight against your gag reflex, your throat stretching to take him all in. He snarls in response, both hands now curling his fingers around your hair as he holds you in place.

“So eager.” His mellifluous, filtered voice coats your ears like silk.

Tears stream down your cheeks as you look up at him. When you lock eyes, he finally releases you allowing you to breathe.

But you aren't done.

You stick out your tongue and pant heavily to indicate your hunger and he looks down at you with a chaotic intent. This is a game to him. He gets enjoyment out of watching you suffer.

Your eyes roll back into your head when Alastor finally awards you another taste, shoving his length into the open orifice. The Radio Demon snarls in response and proceeds to throat-fucking your mercilessly — you moan sending vibrations through his shaft.

You can see the shift in his eyes when he loses the control he so effortlessly maintains when he feels it.

He pulls you off of him and throws you back on the floor, face down. Feeling mischievous, you decide to try your luck to scramble away.

Play his game.

You make it to your hands and knees before his clawed hand grabs your ankles and rips your legs out from under you. You hit the ground with a thud and you feel his hand wrap around your neck when he pins you down forcefully. He uses his free hand to prop you on your knees to line himself up to your drenched slit. You rock your hips back to meet him, longing for him to fill you, but Alastor shifts his weight, pinning you further into the floor. After what feels like an eternity of torture, he finally shoves himself into you with such force that you cry out, overtaken by pain and bliss. It was a sound that was entirely unrecognizable to you.

The claws of his free hand grip your waist, breaking the skin, and he proceeds to fuck you mercilessly, his cock stretching you out with every slam. You glance up towards the force holding you to the ground and you sharply inhale as the Radio Demon’s depraved expression sends you deeper into ecstacy. Your moans are your reckoning — the sound echoing through the room ignites a blaze in his actions.

He slams his hips into your ass with such rhythmic force that you can feel the carpet burn forming on the side of your head with the small, forceful movements. He's ravenous and you're ready for him to devour you.

Alastor releases your waist and his middle finger finds your clit. His claws are so sharp, they threaten to slice you with each movement, only driving you further towards your end.

He watches your pinned face intently, observing your reaction as he locates your sweet spot. When a deep, guttural moan escapes your lips, his smile widens even further, and his glowing eyes burn with desire.

The demon grabs you by the hair and situates you on your knees, holding you firmly against his body. Your breathing intensifies as he ruthlessly assaults your clit while fucking you senseless.

You’re so deep in subspace that you're non-verbal but your body language does all the talking — it begs, pleads, and yearns to reach the peak of your climax. The euphoria builds, enrapturing you as you he burrows deep inside, his cock stretches you out with his overwhelming size and —

The teather snaps

You cry out as the orgasm rushes over you, exploding from your throbbing clit to your toes. Alastor growls when he feels your walls contract around him. He slams your face back into the carpet, pumping inside of you unsparingly as he drives towards his own release.

“Who you belong to, pet?” growls the Radio Demon.

“I belong to you, Alastor.”

And with that he pushes deep into you, releasing his seed with such force.

He wants you to remember it.

He collapses on top of you and you sit there for a moment, chests heaving. The only sound that can be heard is collective exhales as you bask in the glow of each other's heat.

“Good girl.” Alastor praises you earnestly, running his fingers through your hair as you fight to collect yourself. The validation creates warmth under his fingertips that fires through your body.

He returns to his feet, pulling up his trousers as you roll over to your back and look up at him, basking in his shadow. He looks down at you with a look you couldn't quite interpret.

Your eyes widen when you recognize it.

“No, Alastor, don't you fucking da-” but it's too late. Before you have the chance to finish your sentence his shadow takes you hostage securing you in the air once more.

“I'll be back, darling,” he trills as his body melts into the shadows through the floor, “be good for me will you?” his voice echoing early around you.

And just like that he was gone.

“For fuck sake.” you groan, furious and annoyed at Alastor for once again putting you in this situation, dangling helplessly with your hands pinned to your back.

“Get back here! You can't leave me like this!” You scream, nearly choking back tears. You scream cursing for several minutes.

The doorknob turns. You're ready to lay into Alastor, fiery lava coursing through your veins.

“This isn't funny dude, you just fucked me and lef-” your wavering words are cut short when Lucifer walks in to investigate the disturbance. When he looks up at you, his eyes shift from their usual sunny demeanor to deep concern as he takes in your situation.

Majestic wings break free of his back and he glides towards you, determined. You're in such awe that you forget about the embarrassing position you're in when he slices through your shadowy prison, catching you in his arms.

“I'm gonna fucking kill that guy, I swear.” Lucifer's horns grow from his scalp as his typically cheerful voice lowers violently, his eyes glowing a furious red at the prospect. He lowers himself to the ground and swiftly carries you out the door towards the bathroom.

You collapse in his warmth, shivering. He holds you tighter against him as he uses his wings to propel himself down the corridor urgently. When you look up at him, you notice his horns have disappeared. His eyes back to his normal yellow glow, are full of determination as he carries forward.

When you reach the bathroom, the light stings your tear-soaked eyes, causing you to wince from the reflection off the tiled floor. He sets you down gently and you gasp as the cold tiles make contact with your thighs, causing you to shudder. Lucifer turns on the bath, checking periodically on the temperature as the scent of Lavender fills the room.

The blood that stained your skin from where Alastor hooked his claws was dry but continued to radiate sharp pain through your torso. Removing his jacket, Lucifer lays it over top of your exposed, trembling body like a blanket and you feel safe in the warmth of the fabric. He crouches down, grabbing your chin between his fingers to bring your gaze to his.

“Are you okay?” he asks genuinely, his voice laced with worry. The graze of his fingertips brushes the hair out of your eyes and smiles causing your heart to stutter.

“Yeah, I'm okay.”

“Did he hurt you?”

You pause, wondering how much you should divulge.

“Only because I wanted him to.” you shrug, slightly embarrassed.

Lucifer chuckles, his reaction without judgment.

“Well hey, there's nothing wrong with that,” he smirks, “I know how I react when I sink my teeth into someone, if ya know what I mean.”

He winks and you can't stop a giggle from escaping your chest. He turns off the water and locks eyes with you again.

Reaching out towards you, he paused, looking at you for consent before touching you. You nod your approval and he lifts you effortlessly, placing you gently into the claw foot tub. You wince as the heat of the water draws your immediate attention to every area where the skin had broken.

Lucifer looks at you empathetically as he rests his arms on the tub. His eyes never breaking contact, a crooked grin on his face. He traces his finger around the top of the water, a trail of gold, glittering mist following in its wake.

“But,” he continues, his tone becoming serious “when you put someone in that mindset, you've gotta follow up with care.” He pulls his finger up, the trails of gold taking shape and forming a heart.

You smile, the pain in your body replaced with warmth as you're comforted by his words.

“Oh! One second,” Lucifer reaches into his jacket with purpose, fumbling around for something in particular. His eyes light up with sudden enthusiasm when he locates it, his sharp fangs gleaming as he pulls the treasure from his pocket.

He extends his arm, opening his hand.

“These help huuuge with depression”

In his palm rests a single yellow, rubber duck.

Thank you for sending that in, dear reader - that was a lot of fun to write! I do love me some face stepping and great aftercare 🥵

I'm gonna go take a cold shower now.

You can read about some Alastor Aftercare in the AU version

The Importance of Aftercare [AU]

If you're looking for something a bit fluffier, check out my multi-chapter Alastor x Reader fic

From One Hell to Another

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george-weasleys-girl · 1 year

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Hii, how are you?

Can I request something from your prompt list? Fred x Ravenclaw, shy and quiet(total opposite of Fred) reader

"I never said I was in love with her!" "Maybe not out loud."

And

"How can I let her know that I worship the ground she walks on, but in, like, a chill way."

Thank you! I love your writing ❤️

Fred x Shy Ravenclaw Reader

~•~

The library is not the place one would think to find Fred Weasley, including Fred himself. The library was for pulling pranks on Filch in the restricted section during the wee hours of the morning, not actual studying. And yet, here he was, chin resting in the palm of his hand, a dreamy gaze on his face, ignoring the open book in front of him. Truthfully, he had no idea what it was about, as he'd grabbed it randomly off a shelf so he could at least appear like he was doing something studious.

"Hey Freddie!" George's voice startled him out of his reverie. "Whatcha up to?" He asked, following his twin's gaze.

"Just, uh, trying to get a bit of studying in," Fred slammed the book closed.

George smirked, picking up the book. "So, what's so engrossing that you forgot we were supposed to start working on our new invention a half hour ago."

Fred looked up at the clock. "Oh shit, sorry Georgie, I must've lost track of time."

"No worries, mate," George said with an absent-minded air, flipping through the book. "An In-Depth Study of Wizarding World Economics. Riveting stuff, no doubt. I can see how time got away from you."

Fred rolled his eyes and snatched the book out of his George's hands before striding out the door. "Are you just going to stand around here wasting time, or are you gonna come help me work on things?"

George chuckled and glanced over at the only reason his twin had graced the library with his presence today. Y/N sat with several other of her fellow Ravenclaws, digging through the mountain of books piled on their table.

Fred had been head over heels for her ever since Professor Sprout paired them up for a project in Herbology. Though he'd never in a million years admit it. George reckoned it was because his twin had no idea how to express himself to someone like Y/N. Most of the time, all Fred would have to do is waggle his eyebrows and give his trademark wink, and girls would be falling all over themselves to get his attention. However, unlike his usual type, Y/N was a shy, quiet bookworm who paid more attention to her newest novel than the flirty overtures of Hogwarts' most notorious prankster and playboy.

~•~

"I think Fred Weasley has a little crush on you," Jess commented as they left the library.

Y/N stared at her friend. "What gives you that crazy idea?"

"Because he barely took his eyes off you the entire time he was in the library."

"Nonsense, he was probably looking at you or Cara. You two are the hottest girls in Ravenclaw."

Jess laughed and nudged Y/N's arm. "I bet you say that to all the girls."

Y/N giggled and shook her head.

"But, in all seriousness," Jess continued. "He was most definitely looking at you and only you."

"Well, even if he was, what am I supposed to do about it?"

"I don't know, talk to him maybe."

Y/N sighed. "You know I have trouble talking to guys."

"Or you could just flash him one of your beautiful smiles," Jess suggested. "At least let him know you're interested. You are interested, right?"

"Yeah, a bit," Y/N looked down to try to hide the heat rising in her cheeks.

~•~

"Hey, are you paying attention?" George asked Fred for the second time in a row.

Fred shook himself. "Of course I'm paying attention."

"Then, what did I just say?"

The older twin crossed his arms. "You asked me if I was paying attention."

George rolled his eyes. "Before that."

"Oh," Fred looked down. "Um..."

"Exactly."

"Dammit, I'm sorry, Georgie. My mind's just somewhere else today."

"Obviously," George replied. "Look, if you're so madly in love with Y/N, why don't you just ask her out."

His twin's eyes went wide. "I never said I was in love with her!"

"Maybe not out loud," George said.

Fred sighed. "Is it that obvious?"

"A blind man could see it, Freddie."

"Great...so the whole school knows?"

"Well, I wouldn't say the whole school," George said. "Just all of Gryffindor and half of Ravenclaw. And maybe a few Hufflepuffs. And probably one or two Slytherin."

"You're not helping," Fred groaned.

"Ok, ok, sorry," George chuckled. "You could just try talking to her, you know."

"Oh gee, why didn't I think about that?"

"I'm serious, mate. Talking to girls is, like, second nature to you."

"Yeah, but Y/N's different. She's not like the other girls I've dated."

"Oh, you mean like the ones I have to peel off of you with a putty knife?" George asked with a bemused grin.

"Well, yeah," Fred grinned. "But it's more than that. She's the first girl that I've ever really liked, you know, like as a girlfriend and not just a fun fling."

"That's a good thing," George said. "All the more reason to talk to her."

"But she's so sweet and shy. I don't want to come on too strong and scare her off or anything." Fred ran his fingers through his hair. "How can I let her know that I worship the ground she walks on, but in, like, a chill way?"

~•~

Today wasn't the first time the twins had skipped school, nor would it be the last. After receiving a bit of birthday money from their great-aunt, they decided a trip to Hogsmede was in order, sneaking off after breakfast. Neither of them expected to run into another Hogwarts student. And they certainly didn't expect that student to be Y/N.

Honeydukes appeared to be empty of customers when they bounded through the door. For the first time in a while, Fred's mind was on something other than Y/N.

"Our pranks are getting a little lackluster," he said, facing George as he walked backward down the aisle. "We need to make them bigger and better." To emphasize his point, Fred threw his arms out wide as they rounded the corner and felt the back of his hand connect with someone's face.

~•~

Y/N didn't skip school often. It was only when the stress of Hogwarts life got too much that she sought the peaceful atmosphere of Hogsmede during its downtime.

With finals looming on the horizon and a massive research paper for Potions due by Friday, she'd barely lifted her nose from the grindstone in the past few weeks. Add to that her friends' relentless teasing over the Fred Weasley situation, and it was enough to make her scream.

Y/N needed a day off. And she took it, arriving at Honeydukes just minutes after it opened.

Less than a half hour later, she sat sprawled on the floor, dazed, her candy strewn around her in every direction as she tried to figure out what in the hell hit her.

"Are you ok?" Fred knelt down beside her. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I had no idea you were there."

"You're what hit me?" Y/N turned her head to look at him. "And right between the eyes, too."

"It was an accident!" Fred stammered. "I swear I didn't see you. We thought we were the only customers in the place."

"That's true," George confirmed, picking up the scattered sweets. "The place is usually pretty dead during the week."

"Oh-yeah--right. It's ok. It's not all your fault. My mind was a million miles away. I should've been paying more attention," Y/N gave a small smile and moved to stand up. Now that the shock had worn off, her cheeks burned at the thought of how ridiculous she must look right now.

"Here, let me help you," Fred offered his hand. She nodded and let him help her up.

"Thanks," she said, taking her basket of candy from George. "I should go pay for my stuff."

As she turned away, Fred spoke. "Hey, um, could I buy you lunch? As a way to make up for almost knocking you out."

Y/N tried to calm her pounding heart while her mind raced almost too fast for her to keep up. The idea of having lunch with Fred Weasley both terrified and thrilled her. Because despite what she'd said to her friends, she did like Fred. More than she wanted to admit. Secretly, she'd hoped he'd ask her out. But not like this. What even was this? It wasn't a date. Or was it? Were all her friends right? Did he really like her, too? Or was this just a friendly gesture? And besides, what would she even talk about? She wasn't prepared at all. Conversing had been easy during their project. She just kept to the subject matter. But, small talk? She sucked at small talk...

"Y/N? Are you sure you're ok?" Fred stepped toward her. George stood behind him, a concerned look on his face.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry." The heat rose up in her cheeks again. Dammit.

"I could walk you back to castle if you'd prefer," Fred offered.

As nervous as Y/N was about having lunch with him, it wasn't enough to tempt her to go back to Hogwarts yet. "Um, no, I-I'm ok," she assured him. "Lunch sounds nice."

~•~

"You're the last person I expected to see here today," Fred commented to Y/N while they waited for food at the nearly empty Three Broomsticks.

She gave a sheepish smile and shrugged. "I've been stressing over finals and everything. I needed a break."

"I thought Ravenclaws didn't stress over school," George said.

Y/N almost snorted Butterbeer through her nose. "We stress over school more than anyone else. Why do you think we're studying all the time?"

"She does have a point," Fred agreed, garnering a warm smile from the shy Ravenclaw.

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The sun was setting when Fred and Y/N stood outside Ravenclaw Tower. After spending an afternoon with the infamous Weasley twins, any lingering nerves she had were long gone.

"I had a really fun time today," Y/N said.

"Me too," he grinned. "You know, I was thinking, if you want, we could do this again sometime. Just you and me, though."

"I'd like that a lot."

"Really?! Okay, great!" Fred all but bounced in place. "So, it's a date?"

"Yeah, it's a date," Y/N confirmed, a smile spreading across her face.

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jaehyunsbreadbasket · 2 years

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Kinktober '22 Day 25: Bucky Barnes

Prompt: Mirror Sex

Word Count: 601

Synopsis: Bucky's gonna finger you, and you're gonna watch.

Consists of: Dom!Bucky, AFAB Sub!Reader, Mirror sex, Fingering, Dumbification, Breast play, Mention of Buck's mental hand rusting, Brief temperature play, Implied oral (reader receiving) at the end

"Look at you, Baby," Bucky lifts your chin up, "So fucking gorgeous. And look at that little pussy, all pink and puffy. I can barely move my fingers, Darling, you're so fucking tight."

"B-Buck-" You start, even though you're so spent it's doubtable you could even make a full sentence in the first place.

"Shh, Sweetheart. It's okay, you don't have to say anything, just watch. I bet it'd take forever if we waited for you to rack up words in that dumb little head of yours, anyway, Honey. So fucking stupid for me," Bucky moves his warm hand up your body, finding your breasts and giving your nipples little pinches. His cool one was still slamming in and out of you, so wet that it might just rust.

It feels so good, two contrasting temperatures on your body all at once; it's a sensation no one but Bucky could give you. Watching him watching you in your reflection is just the cherry on top. He's so out of breath, so desperate looking, as if he was the one with fingers inside of him. I doubt anyone derives as much pleasure from pleasing others as he does. Bucky notices you watching and gives you a little wink before curling his fingers inside of you. You're head lolls back against his chest as your back arches, Bucky lets out a deep chuckle at the sight.

He continues curling, "You're close, aren't you Doll? Cum for me Baby...please," He pauses before adding the "please" as if he had forgot his manners, as if there was proper etiquette for asking for an orgasm, "Come on, Honey, do it. Do it for me."

He uses his metal thumb to rub harsh circles on your clit, and suddenly you're more aware of the wet sounds your cunt is producing. It's so dirty, so fucking nasty, and just what you need to fall over the edge.

"Bucky, Bucky, Bucky!" You grip onto his arm for dear life as you begin to shake.

"Keep your eyes open," Bucky roughly grabs your chin with his flesh hand, "Look at yourself. Watch as you fall apart on my hand," You struggle to stay in the moment as you spasm around, Bucky not letting you tear our eyes away for a single second. Bucky places bites on your neck as he speeds up his hand, and before you know it, you're cumming. Covering his metal with your cream, cream that he'll undoubtedly make you taste afterwards, either from his hand or from his tongue.

"Good job! So good for me, so pretty," Bucky immediately praises you, while his mouth continues to rest on your neck. He kisses it gently now in an attempt to soothe you.

"So messy," You mumble as you see in the mirror how sticky the situation is.

"Yeah, Baby," Bucky speaks inside his laugh, "That pussy made such a mess. But don't you worry about it okay? I'm gonna clean it all up, I promise," Bucky pulls his fingers out of you and sucks them clean, humming in satisfaction as he does so. He then grabs your body, lifting you like you’re weightless, like you really are nothing but a little ragdoll, and sits you up higher on the bed, finding a resting place for himself in-between your legs. Bucky smells your cunt, "I want you to watch your face okay," he points back at the mirror as if you'd have no idea what he was referring too otherwise, "See how good I am at cleaning up your messes," your pussy throbs and Bucky dives in.

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Prompt from: @kinktober2022

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stardust948 · 3 months

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Half Off Chocolate

Prompt: They fight over discounted Valentine's Day chocolate while arguing over who had it worse.

Katara didn’t know why she didn’t just go home.

Her makeup was smeared from crying, dress wrinkled, and hair slipping out of its neat bun. She was a messed and felt even worse inside. Maybe that is why she stopped at the nearest convenient store for some well deserved and frankly overdue, sweets.

The store was a ghost town. Scattered pink and red merchandise laid abandoned on the floor and nearly empty shelves. Of course. Though it was still Valentine’s Day, the hour was late and most of the good stuff was long gone.

Katara wandered to the candy section, feeling like a lost spirit herself; haunting the remains of a once beautiful dwelling now succumbed to ruin. The candy ail was picked clean, as expected. Even the less popular treats were gone. Nothing left except a lone heart shaped red box. An ugly orange sticker slapped hastily on read the box was 50% off due to damage.

‘How fitting. A damaged heart for a damaged heart.’ Katara thought to herself.

A bitter half smile grew on her face as she reached out to pick it up. She did not notice the other hand reaching at the same time until they both grabbed the box. Katara gasped, more out of annoyance than surprise.

The person was a Fire Nation man about her age. He wore a fancy suit with the neck tie partly undone and had long black hair that spilled onto his face. Bits of red peaked under the hair on his left side, probably from a rash or blemish he was trying to hide. Despite this, he was admittedly attractive in his own way.

Katara glared. He must have forgotten what day it was, hastily threw on the fancy outfit and rushed to the store to buy sweets for his disappointed partner. Well too bad! Katara needed it more!

“Excuse you.” Katara said coldly. “I had that first.”

“What? No I did.”

“You’re wrong.” Katara yanked it, but the man held firm. “Let go!”

“I had it first! You let go!”

“No you!”

They yelled and tugged on the chocolate box like a couple of kids fighting on the playground.

“Do you have any idea what I’ve been through?!” Katara spat. “I’ve earned that chocolate!”

“Earned?! I need it more!!!”

“It’s not my fault you forgot Valentines’ Day and had to last minute shopping!”

“I didn’t forget! My girlfriend dumped me today of all days!”

“Oh boohoo! My long term boyfriend proposed today-“

“Well congratulations!” His voice dripped in sarcasm.

“After I caught him cheating, you prick!” Katara snapped. “He didn’t even apologize! Just pulled out a ring and thought that would fix everything!”

“You think that’s bad?! My ex dumped me by bringing the guy she was cheating on me with for the past 2 years!”

“My ex brought his fangirls to the proposal! The very ones who treated me like a maid and constantly threatened me just because I was dating him!”

“My ex threw a glass bottle at my head just for dating another girl while we were on break!”

“My ex threw a lit candle at me because I didn’t want to kiss him right then!”

“My ex did kiss me just to shut me up from talking about confused emotions!”

“My ex purposefully kept me away from my family and constantly belittled my culture!”

“My ex insulted me just for having different opinions from her!”

“My ex compared my grief of my mom’s murder to losing his pet! Then scolded me for giving a witness report against the murder in trail!!!”

“My ex told my sister where I was knowing she’ll tell my abusive father!!!”

The box ripped in half, sending them flying back and pelting them with chocolate. The two stared at each other in stunned silence before the owner came storming up and kicked them out. The slammed door echoed across the bare parking lot as the two continued to stand there awkwardly.

“Did she really do those things?” Katara asked in a hushed tone.

“Yeah.” The man rasped. There was no hiding the sadness in his voice. “Yours’s?”

Katara nodded. “Yeah…”

“Sounds like a really crappy person.”

“Yours’s too.”

There was another brief silence before he spoke again.

“We’re better off without them.”

“Are we?” Katara asked. “We were just fighting over discounted chocolate 5 minutes ago.”

“Okay, maybe not tonight specifically… But in the long run, we’re better off.”

Katara rubbed her necklace as tears formed. She wanted to agree but a large part of her life was tied to that relationship. Tied to him. Katara shook her head. The stranger was right.

“We are better off.”

“Sorry about…” He gestured to the store behind them. ”That.”

“I’m sorry too.” Katara undid her messy bun, letting her hair fall free, then extended her hand. “I’m Katara.”

He accepted with a firm grip. “Zuko.”

#ficlet #atla #atla au #zutara #zutara au #katara #zuko #valentine's day #meet ugly #anti kataang #anti maiko #anti aang #anti mai #to be safe #star's writing

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joonggphilia · 4 months

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☼Boy like You☼ (L. Minho)

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☼pairing: Lee Minho x Male reader ☼genre: fluff, borderline…almost…but not quite smut. ☼prompt: “Are you- what the fuck is that?” ☼CW: Lovey Lee Know, some spicy make out in a public restroom, nothing horrible. ☼a/n: Sorry it’s so short 😭😭😭😭

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Lee Know owed promised you lunch and a good time because of the incident where he accidentally broke your favorite lip gloss and mirror, but you didn’t expect him to take the good time part as far as he did. You knew that he was an eager and impatient guy, but you didn’t know he’d snap at you. Lunch was going fine until you dropped your handbag, all the regular machinery a queer man would carry in your purse, spilling out onto the floor. You forgot about the lube and condoms in your purse from the night before, in case you ran into anyone at the club. Lee know got up abruptly, walking over to help you clean your spill items. “Are you- what the fuck is that?” He chuckled, recognizing the items immediately with a surprise smile on his face. “Minho, it’s not what you think.” You mustered out, getting red and hurriedly grabbing everything and shoving it into the purse. He only raised an eyebrow at your answer, doubt clear in his eyes. “Oh, don’t lie to me. I know what you want.” Lee know laughed, grabbing you by your wrist and heading to the bathroom. You gasped as your friend pushed you up against the stall door, air leaving your lungs. “Sorry M/n/n, but have I ever told you how pretty you are. How much I’ve wanted a boy like you?” Lee know smiled, leaning in to tuck his face in your neck. “M-Minho, I want you too.” You managed out, gettting flustered as his lips touched your neck. “But honestly M/n, you’re so amazing, sweet, kind, and my god your body.” He rasped, kissing lower down your neck and across your exposed collar. His light kisses drove you crazy, fleeting touches drawing sharp breaths from your chest. Lee know smiles up at you, “can I keep going?” He was still smiling, quite amused by your reactions and responses to his actions. You lightly nodded, not wanting to mess up the moment by saying the wrong thing. “Just use your words~” he cooed into your ear, his breath warm and comforting. After a moment you responded quietly “Please do.” not skipping a beat. His lips slammed into yours, heat spreading between the two of you. Lee know kissed like a starved man, like he’d never been shown affection ever. He was desperate, using teeth, tongue, and sweet words with every breath. The feeling of his tongue on yours was insane, almost unreal, feeling as if the butterflies from your stomach were coming out. He slowly parted his lips from yours smirking. “Shall we continue?” His hands slid up your button down. This was a bad idea…..yet it felt….so right.

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#lee know x male reader #lee know x reader #stray kids x male reader #Stray kids X reader #spicy fluff #I <3 Lee know #Writing collab

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samynnad102687 · 22 days

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Sneaking Out

@struttingstag April 9th Prompt: Sneaking out | 1552 words | Jegulus, Rosekiller CW: Recreational Drug Use

"And where do you think you are going?" Effie asked sternly with her arms crossed over her chest.

James thought he was being quiet but clearly, he wasn't quiet enough. James was supposed to meet up with Regulus in twenty minutes like he did every day after school. Usually, they would meet at the park and just hang out there but today he was meeting him at his house since his parents were out of town for the week.

"To see Reggie," James replied innocently like he didn't know why his mother was stopping him.

He knew. Of course, he knew and it was all Barty's fault. He was the one who gave James the joint. James just forgot that he had it on him when he walked into the house and his mum stopped him.

"I don't think so. You are grounded. If you really wanted to see Regulus, then you should have listened. Now get back to your room until I call you down for dinner."

"But mum? That's not fair. I always see him after school." James put on his best pouting face.

"Too bad. You know the rules, James. These are your consequences. If you're going to smoke, I better not find out about it. Now get to your room." Effie pointed to the stairs leading up to the second floor with a look on her face that said if he kept it up, he would be grounded longer.

He knew he wasn't going to win that argument even if he tried. James sighed before he dramatically threw his hands up in the air and hung his jacket back up on the hook.

"Fine," James said, aggravated before he stomped up the stairs.

He knew he was acting like a child but he didn't care. He wanted to go and see Regulus and he couldn't even call him to tell him that he couldn't come because his mum took his phone away.

James slammed the door to his room and plopped down on his bed dramatically, making a whole show of it even though nobody was watching. He had to find a way to sneak out and yes, he did realise that trying to leave through the front door was not the smartest idea. James was looking at the tree outside his bedroom window when he saw something fly up and back down. He thought nothing of it until it happened again. James walked over to the window and saw Barty underneath it, trying to throw a rock up to hit the window.

"What are you doing here?" James whisper-shouted after he opened the window.

"I'm guessing since you weren't answering your phone that you got it taken away again."

"No shit, Sherlock." James scoffed as he leaned on the windowsill. "That still doesn't explain why you're here."

"I'm here to break you out, obviously." Barty shrugged with a devilish grin.

"I already tried sneaking out. Mum caught me."

"Well, I just saw her leave with your father, so I'm guessing you have at least an hour before they are back. So, come on. We got our boys to go and meet. They're at the park already."

"I thought we were meeting at Reg's house."

"Change of plans." Barty shrugged with a smug look on his face. "Sirius has Remus over and Reggie said he didn't want to deal with them."

"Oh."

James looked between Barty and his bedroom door a few times before he grabbed his extra trainers and jacket and climbed out of the window. His door was locked so if his mum came to check on him later he could just pretend that he was still mad at her for grounding him.

James grabbed onto the tree and climbed down easily. Barty was laughing quietly and James wanted to smack him. They peeked around the corner of the house and sure enough, the car wasn't in the drive. James and Barty bolted across the garden before they made it three streets over to the park.

Regulus and Evan were already there waiting for them and James couldn't help the smile that spread across his face when he saw Regulus. It didn't matter that they just saw each other a couple of hours ago at lunch. Unfortunately, James had also gotten detention for pulling a prank on their maths teacher so he couldn't see Regulus at the end of the school day.

"Hey baby," James said easily when he pulled Regulus into a tight hug and kissed the top of his curls.

"You had to sneak out again, didn't you?" Regulus asked with a knowing smirk and James glared at Barty. Fucking traitor.

"No," James denied immediately.

"James."

"Fine, yeah I did but it's worth it. Mum isn't even home right now so as long as I'm back before she gets home, I should be fine," James admitted with a shrug.

Regulus shook his head but didn't say anything. It's not like he hadn't had to sneak out to meet up with James before. They walked over to the swings and talked for a few minutes before Barty and Evan joined them.

"So, how long are you grounded for, James?" Evan asked as he lit up the joint that he put between his lips.

"A week. It's Barty's fault though," James said before he stuck his tongue out at Barty who gasped and put his hand over his heart as if the accusation hurt him.

"How the fuck is it my fault? You're the dumbass that got caught."

"Yeah, because you put the damn joint in my pocket when the bobbies showed up. I forgot it was there and she could smell it. So, yes, it's your fault."

"Whatever, I broke you out too so I don't know why you're complaining." Barty shrugged before he took the joint from Evan and took a long drag on it, letting the smoke fill his lungs before he tried to blow smoke rings with it.

"I thought I told you to always check your pockets before you went home," Regulus scolded him lightly. It wasn't the first time it happened and probably wouldn't be the last either.

"Yeah, I know. I was thinking, love."

They hung out at the park for a while, passing the joint back and forth until they all felt good. James felt like he was floating and he could have sworn that he saw his parents' car drive by but he wasn't thinking clearly and didn't realise that that was a very bad thing. At least, not until Barty started smacking him in the chest.

"James! You gotta go. I'm pretty sure that was your mum and it looks like she's turning around."

"Fuck!" James exclaimed before he practically fell off of the swing in his hurry to hide.

James managed to hide behind a tree before the car slowed down near the entrance to the park. The other three were still on the swings, smoking and acting like nothing was wrong. As soon as the car pulled away, James looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Did they realise that he wasn't in his room? Or did they assume that he would try to sneak out again? James walked back over to Regulus and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. He didn't want to go.

"James! Fucking go! I think they're turning around again," Barty screamed as he yanked on James' arm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking shit. Fuck! I love you. I'll see you later.... maybe if they don't kill me for sneaking out again."

"Just go! Fuck!" Regulus shouted as he pointed in the direction of James' house.

"Fuck! Okay, bye. Love you."

James took off running before the car could turn the corner again. He was cutting across people's gardens to try and make it. When he made it back to his house, the car was still gone and he booked it around the back of the house to his bedroom window. He climbed the tree and fell through the window with a thud. His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath. James threw his trainers and jacket back into the closet before he grabbed his headphones, connected them to his stereo and lay on his bed. He also tried to get the smell of weed off his clothes. That would be a dead giveaway if his mum came to his room.

By the time James' breathing was back to normal from the adrenaline of running and panicking, there was a knock at his bedroom door that he ignored. He was pretending to be mad at his mum.

"James, dinner is ready," Effie called through the door.

"I'm not hungry," James called back, putting as much annoyance in his voice as he could.

Suddenly the door opened and James had to stop his jaw from dropping. His mother stood there with her arms crossed over her chest again and he knew he was fucked.

"I wasn't asking and the next time you decide to sneak out, you should probably make sure that the door is actually locked."

"Fuck," James said under his breath before he slowly got off his bed, taking his headphones off and following his mother down to the dining room for dinner.

Also posted on Ao3: Don't Get Caught

#marauders fandom #dead gay wizards #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #marauders fanfiction #regulus x james #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #evan x barty #james and barty #jegulus microfic

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wosoimagines · 1 year

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First Christmas - Kellex/Reader

I really did probably take at least a whole year to get to this and I'm so sorry. However, I'm really excited about this one. When I was clearing out my inbox, this was one I made sure to keep because I really did like the idea.

prompt: sorry i have no idea if your requests are opened but i was wondering if you could continue your kellex x reader fic and make one where r and kellex experience their first christmas together. maybe add some cute moments in and fluff between all three? idk it’s up to you!

warnings: none

words: 1199

(Y/N) POV

"(Y/N), wake up!"

It wasn't exactly the best way to be woken up especially considering I wasn't even in school at the moment. I groaned as I looked over to my clock.

"Go away," I grumbled as I shoved my face back into my pillow. "It isn't even 11 am yet."

"Nope, you're getting up."

I felt Kelley pulling at my blanket and I immediately let go of my pillow to grab a hole of it. The two of us struggled for a moment before Kelley eventually won due to the fact that I was still practically asleep.

"Get up," Kelley said as she shook my shoulder. I only groaned again. "We're going to open up presents and then have breakfast as a family."

"Why can't we do this at a reasonable time?" I asked.

"This is a reasonable time."

"6 am is not a reasonable time, Mama. I don't even have homework to do."

I got not response from Kelley which made me smile as I started to doze off again.

"Nope! You called me Mama, so that means you have to get up and join us downstairs because it's Christmas and you're apart of this family."

I hadn't even realized that I had in fact called Kelley Mama. It was true to be fair. I had even admitted as much to my therapist, but I hadn't exactly expressed the feelings to Kelley or Alex yet.

"Then I vote that we change this tradition to start after 11 in the morning."

There was a knock on my door but I didn't have to look at it to know who was there.

"Alex, (Y/N) isn't getting up."

"And I thought I was supposed to be the kid in this family," I mumbled into my pillow

I ignored the two as they continued to talk to each other. That was until Alex sat next to me on my bed.

"You know if you get up, you can go back to sleep after breakfast."

"Hmmm, or I could just sleep until 11."

"She's not gonna stop until you get up," Alex softly said to me. I ignored her as I only shoved my face farther into my pillow. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

I felt Alex move away from me and off of my bed. I didn't even bother to question it, but I should have known better by now.

One second I was happily falling back to sleep with both of my parents leaving me to sleep.

And then the next, I had a bowl of cold water splashing on my head.

I couldn't jump up fast enough from that.

"DUDE!"

I immediately took to shaking my head to try to get the water off of my head, which in hindsight was a bad idea because I just made a bigger mess.

"What was that for!"

"It's Christmas!"

I glared at my shorter parent. I knew I couldn't entirely blame them. They still often forgot that I didn't have the same childhood as they did.

"I don't care! Christmas for me does NOT mean the same thing that it does for you!" I snapped. It was entirely fair of me to snap at them for them just wanting to include me in their holiday traditions, but in the moment I didn't care. "For me, it's just another day! It's just a day to be reminded that I'm not like other people my age! I'm not supposed to get things on Christmas! It's always just been another day for me!"

I shoved past both of the older women as I headed for my bathroom. Neither of them made a move to follow me as I slammed the bathroom door behind me and locked it.

I didn't even bother moving toward the shower as I slid down against the door. I kept my head between my knees as I took a few deep breaths.

It had been uncalled for. It truly had. Kelley and Alex were just trying to make sure that they included me. It wasn't fair to them that I had blown up on them for doing exactly what they should have.

I sighed before I got up and grabbed a towel. I used it to dry my head off before I brushed my teeth. I was at least going to make sure I had time to gain the courage before I accepted my consequences.

I was just about to put my hand on the door knob when the door echoed through the door.

"(Y/N)? I'm sorry," Kelley said from the other side. I froze as I placed my hand on the door instead. "I shouldn't be trying to push you so hard. I know that you aren't used to this. I know that, but I just want you to feel like you're apart of this family because you are. It's something I have to work on, I know. It's just... I want you to call me Mama and I want you to call Alex Mom. I just want to make sure you know you're apart of this family."

I sighed as I took it in and rested my forehead against the door. They were both so good to me. I really didn't deserve it. I wasn't sure how long I stood there processing what exactly she had said, but I knew it must have been a couple of minutes at least.

"I'm gonna be downstairs with Alex. We'll wait on you until you are ready to join us."

I quickly opened the door before darting forward to wrap her into a hug.

"I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry."

"Hey, (Y/N), you have nothing to be sorry about."

"But I hurt your feelings. I know I did."

"No. No, you didn't. I promise, (Y/N)," Kelley said as I refused to let her go. "I swear, you didn't. You were right. We keep trying to throw you into things that you aren't ready for. You can take all the time you need. We will even change our traditions because you are want is important here."

"I want to be apart of the traditions."

"Hey, and you will be," Kelley assured me as she pulled back so that she could look at my face. "You always will be. I promise. Alex and I aren't going anywhere. And if we have to change traditions, then we'll change traditions for you. Just keep in mind that we're still getting used to this as well."

"I love you," I admitted. It was my first time saying it. "I love you both. Please just don't leave me."

"We won't. I promise, (Y/N). We won't leave you."

I pulled her back into a hug. It meant so much just to hear that.

"Tell you what, we'll start talking with you about traditions so that we can all have fun with them," Kelley said. "How about that."

"Could we... Could we keep the early morning Christmas tradition?" I asked hesitantly. "Maybe not the dumping water on my head, but I think I'd like to have the early morning Christmas next year."

"We can do whatever you want. I promise."

"Thanks... Mama."

#alex morgan imagine #alex morgan x reader #alex morgan imagines #kelley o'hara imagine #kelley o'hara x reader #kelley o'hara imagines #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader

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edosianorchids901 · 10 months

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Only For You

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "can we kiss?"

Featuring demiromantic Aziraphale having a sudden realization

“There we are, my dear.” Aziraphale offered his hand, smiling. “Step carefully, now.”

“You’re too kind.” The young lady took his hand and accepted his help out of the ditch. “I haven’t the vaguest idea how you righted the carriage on your own, let alone returned it to the road. You’re like… a hero out of one of my favorite books!”

Chuckling, Aziraphale led her to her little carriage. She seemed a very bold young woman, out driving by herself, and it hadn’t troubled him to use a miracle in her aid. “Well, I don’t know about that. Do drive safely, hmm?”

“Oh, I shall. Home isn’t far away.” She gazed at him far more shyly than he’d expected. “I have one more favor to ask, if you’ll pardon my forthrightness.”

“Oh! Yes, certainly.” Aziraphale waited patiently. It was always nice to have an opportunity to do good.

She moved closer to him, far too close, and laid her hand on his chest. “Can we kiss?”

Aziraphale stared at her for a moment, then rapidly backed away. “Oh, um. No, I’m afraid not, not at all appropriate. Goodbye! Have a lovely drive home!”

“But you’re supposed to be like a hero out of the books!” she complained as he fled. “A hero would—”

“Afraid not, dear lady, couldn’t dream of it.” Breathless, Aziraphale climbed onto his horse and trotted off.

He forgot entirely to post, and the rapid trot bounced him up and down for a minute before he settled into rhythm. He shuddered, trying to shake off the awkward moment.

Aziraphale had never understood the appeal of kissing, why humans found it exciting to smush their mouths together. He’d never tried it. He never wanted to try it. And he most certainly did not want to try it with a complete stranger.

He shuddered again, almost unreasonably ill at the thought. But soon, provided he ran into no other hapless travelers, he would be at a warm inn, somewhere he could savor the pleasures of the world. A hearty meal, some sherry perhaps, and a good book.

As he rode into the gathering dusk, he thought about the sudden offer, about humans and their intricate relationships. Aziraphale didn’t entirely understand those relationships, no matter how much he loved romance novels. Certain aspects, yes. Holding hands and hugging sounded marvelous. He and Crowley shook hands sometimes, and that always felt—

A loud crack split the air, and Aziraphale cried out as pain blossomed in his shoulder. His horse bucked, everything lurched, and he fell.

The ground hurtled towards him. He slammed into it hard, shoulder first, and screamed. The world darkened around the edges, his heart pounding. Tears rolled down his cheeks, rapidly cooling in the autumn air.

“What have we here?” A boot slammed into his side, and he gasped in pain. “You fancy types shouldn’t travel alone. Bet your valuables will keep me fed for months.”

“If you… need money…” Aziraphale whimpered as the assailant pushed him onto his back. The man loomed over him, a pistol leveled at Aziraphale’s head. “I would have gladly—”

“Shut up!” The highwayman kicked Aziraphale in the face The taste of blood filled his mouth, and he coughed. “Just hand over everything you’ve got!”

And then a horse slammed into the highwayman, sending him flying. Not Aziraphale’s horse—this horse was dark, its rider dressed all in black except for a red waistcoat that set off fiery hair.

Aziraphale inhaled sharply. Crowley.

“You wanker!” Crowley yelled, vaulting off. He stormed over to the limp highwayman, seized him by the collar, and punched him in the face. “You shot my friend!”

In tears of pain, Aziraphale clutched at the bloody mess of his shoulder. “C-Crowley…”

Crowley punched the highwayman once more and grabbed his gun, then rushed to Aziraphale and knelt. “Oh, angel. Easy, I’m here, it’s okay.”

Aziraphale sobbed, which only worsened the burning agony. “Crowley, it hurts.”

“I know, shh. S’ gonna be okay.” Crowley’s slender fingers curled around Aziraphale’s, lifting his hand. Aziraphale moaned, tummy lurching. “Shhh, easy. I’ve got you, angel.”

Crowley laid Aziraphale’s hand down, then whipped off his own perfectly tailored jacket, wadded it up, and slipped it behind Aziraphale’s head. He bent down, frowning at the wound.

Then, carefully, he began to heal it. One hand hovered over Aziraphale’s shoulder, mending the injury. Crowley settled his other hand on Aziraphale’s brow and ran light, rhythmic strokes across his clammy skin. “Just hold on, s’ gonna be okay. I’m here.”

Yes, he was. Aziraphale watched in awe, unable to take his eyes off Crowley’s intent expression. The agony in his shoulder sent waves of nausea through him, but there was something oddly exciting about this.

As if it was a romance novel, perhaps.

“There we go, angel.” Crowley gave a tiny smile, although he stole a furious look at the highwayman before taking Aziraphale’s hand. “Bullet’s out. Why don’t we go to the nearest inn, and I can take care of the rest of this once you’re warmed up?”

He brushed his thumb lightly against Aziraphale’s swollen lip, so lightly that it didn’t even hurt, and Aziraphale’s breath caught. Oh my. Oh dear.

Aziraphale nodded and let himself be helped up. “Thank you,” he managed breathlessly. “You’re too kind.”

“M’ not kind,” Crowley grumbled as he draped his jacket around Aziraphale’s shoulders and took him in a supportive hold again. “S’ part of the Arrangement.”

“Oh. Of course.” Aziraphale tried to smile, although he couldn’t quite manage it with his mouth swollen.

Still. While it wasn’t appealing at the moment, he suddenly felt something entirely new. Gazing up at his rescuer, who had swept in so heroically, Aziraphale rather thought that he might like to kiss Crowley someday.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley

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villain-enthusiast · 2 years

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I got an idea for a prompt:

The villain is walking around, thinking of how to use the information they had gotten out of hero and also wondered why hero would beg villain not to make them tell as if they were terrified... when they suddenly hear struggling and when they go to investigate, they see someone who looks an awful lot like one of hero's teammates chloroforming hero and dragging them somewhere...he decides to follow and sees hero's team has tied hero up and he hears them say that hero's punishment for telling villain the information they wanted was to become the team's punching bag to practice their powers on and to relieve stress on by torturing him (or they decide to try to execute hero, saying as punishment for telling villain, they will be executed via torture for being a traitor)...villain watches as the torture they give hero makes the villain's torture look like child's play and villain decides to rescue hero (or save hero's life...whichever of the choices you prefer!) Also bonus if the hero is begging for mercy and apologizing for telling villain and villain realizes why hero was so terrified to tell

i thought these two were fairly similar so i just combined them :)

tw: torture, drugging, murder

Villain heard the struggle in the alleyway long before they actually saw it.

Which, in any case, was never a good thing. But it was an even worse thing when Villain saw a clearly drugged Hero being dragged away by someone that looked suspiciously like their sidekick.

Hero’s incapacitation had not been by Villain’s hand. It had been a few days since they were able to catch them and get the information they needed. Even then, they hadn’t done much to Hero, despite their constant begging for Villain not to make them say anything.

Now that Villain thought of it, why would Hero beg?

Rather concerned, Villain silently followed Sidekick to a hidden underground chamber closer to Hero’s base. They wedged themselves into a slim corner of one of the back walls and watched as Sidekick tied the limp Hero to a pillar in the center of the room.

The door above slammed suddenly, and footsteps—many footsteps—began to descend the stairs.

“Good. You got them.” That was the voice of Hero’s leader. Villain frowned as they strained to hear better.

“I found them in the north alleyway by Villain’s headquarters.” Back to Sidekick. “I knew they couldn’t keep running for much longer. The dumbass forgot that there was a tracker in their suit anyway.”

Hero ran away? Villain peeked around the wall and nearly gasped at the sight of nearly ten of Hero’s teammates congregated around them.

Superhero, the tall one next to Sidekick, tapped their foot impatiently. “Well what are we waiting for, then? Wake them up.”

Sidekick smirked and slapped Hero sharply. Villain tensed, hands clenching. They felt their power hum to life dangerously under their skin.

Hero groaned, shaking their head as they awoke from their drugged state. They blinked against the bright light above them before focusing on the crowd in front.

They jerked.

“Please, please please please,” they blurted, words slurred. They trembled in their bonds, feet scraping against the floor even though there was nowhere to go. “Oh god, please. I didn’t—I swear I didn’t say much, it was an accident, it was a mistake. Villain didn’t give me a choice. I-It’s my fault I’m sorry I’m sorry please just let me go—,”

“Shut the fuck up,” Leader snapped. They grabbed Hero’s hair and yanked their head up. “I don’t care that you know it’s your fault. Our whole team is now exposed and in danger because of you. You sold us out.” They let go, throwing Hero’s head down roughly. They rolled up their sleeves. “So you know what happens to traitors?”

Hero sobbed, and the sound broke Villain’s heart. “Leader please, please I-I’m begging you I promise it won’t happen again. Please I’ll make it up to y-you—,”

Leader shot a bolt of their power at Hero, hitting them square in the stomach.

“Traitors die.”

And suddenly, all the other teammates lifted their own power-filled hands, and began to descend upon Hero.

Villain’s vision went bright red at the sights, the sounds, the absolute cruelty of it all. Their own methods were child’s play compared to whatever….this was.

How dare they try to kill their precious hero.

Power exploded from Villain’s palms, dark and ravenous, and slammed into every one of Hero’s teammates.

Some fell to the ground. Others crashed into the neighboring stone wall. A couple were knocked out.

Before any of them could react, Villain summoned a fresh wave of shadows and wrapped them around each other their throats, hoisting them into the air.

“Well well well,” Villain mused, hot rage searing through their blood as they watched them thrash about. “Looks like the heroes aren’t really heroes after all.”

None of them could speak, although a few tried. Villain snapped their necks and dropped them.

“The lot of you ought to find a different profession at this rate.” They snapped two more. Then another two. “I hope you are all learning something from this experience.” Three more gone.

Only Leader remained. Villain stopped under their struggling form, head cocked. They lowered them so they could whisper in their ear. “I’d kill you slowly and enjoy every second of it, but I’ve got a real hero to tend to.” They smiled bitterly. “I’ll see you in fucking hell.”

Then Leader was a heap on the ground. Dead.

Villain didn’t spare the carnage a single glance before they rushed over to Hero, untying their restraints and letting them collapse into their arms. Their form was mangled, bloodied, bruised, far beyond proper repair. Villain almost wanted to put them out of their misery for good.

“Mn-n-no,” Hero muttered, barely coherent. “Pleas—please don, don’t.”

Villain grimaced. Why were they still awake? “It’s okay, Hero. You’re safe now. I’ve got you, Villain’s got you,” Villain whispered. “You can rest.” They wrapped soft shadows around them in a makeshift bandage, trying to give them some ounce of comfort.

“Mm…my tea-m?”

“Shhh, close your eyes.” Villain lifted them up and began to step over bodies. “I’m gonna take you back to my base now.” Guilt was beginning to tear at them for making Hero give up information, but they couldn’t think of that now.

Villain kept them close all the way back to headquarters and stayed up all night to tend to their wounds.

They didn’t regret a single second of it.

#hero #villain #hero and villain #villain and hero #hero/villain #villain/hero #nice villain #dark hero #more like their team but same difference #my writing #writing snippet #ask #villain-enthusiast

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au-starss · 1 year

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I saw you were asking for request ideas so what about prompt 35 and 36 with Kaeya and reader? Hopefully with a happy ending? Also I know we know he's not the prince of Khaenri'ah after that diluc event but like... In my head he still is 😌

PRINCE'S LETTER !

༄ synopsis… your lover has been distant as of late, and you're determined to find out why

༄ characters… kaeya x gn!reader

༄ tags… prompt 35: 'so you forgot to mention you belong to royalty', prompt 36: 'i have to push you away to keep you safe', angst with comfort, petnames

༄ words… 841

༄ author’s thoughts…what a request anon i love it! the concept was cool and i adore the creativity! i hope you enjoy!

Your eyes stay fixed on the door in front of you, worried about the person on the other side. It had been days since Kaeya contacted you, which wasn’t normal for him. What was normal was him coming to see you after his shifts with the knights.

With a deep breath, you knock on the door to the office. “Kaeya? It’s me, [Name].”

Silence was the only thing that greeted you after you spoke. Irritated, you knock again.

“Come on Kaeya, I know you’re in there.”

Once again, nobody spoke a word. With enough frustration in you, you open the door instead, not waiting for an invite.

Sure enough, Kaeya was on the other side scribbling furiously on some papers. He didn’t even notice that you have walked in. So engrossed in his own little world.

“Alberich.”

He finally glanced up, a shocked expression crossing his face. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m worried about you!” You respond, frustration evident in your voice.

Looking around the office, you notice how dirty it has become. They were papers everywhere, all seemingly discarded after being written on.

“Kae what’s.. what’s going on with you?”

Kaeya let out a frustrated sigh, slamming the notebook in front of him closed. It’s only then you notice the dark eye bags underneath his eyes. He looks like an absolute train wreck. And you really don’t know what’s going on with him.

“This isn’t any of your concern.” He said firmly. “Just leave, okay? This is for your own good.”

Just as you were about to argue with him again, one of the crumpled papers caught your eye. Specifically the signature at the bottom in Kaeya’s handwriting.

‘Yours truly, Prince Kaeya.’

You immediately move to grab the paper before he can stop you. “Kaeya.. what’s this?”

“Nothing! Just something for Klee’s imagination! Now give it!”

You move further from him so he can’t grab the paper. Looking over it, it wasn’t something meant for Klee.

You begin reading some lines aloud. “’The plan is set to move forward. I can assume the throne after this phase. Congrats on all of your hard work and thank you.’” It said, with some more instructions. “Assume the throne? Is this all real?”

Looking up, you notice that Kaeya has since stopped moving entirely. He’s frozen, a hint of fear evident in his eyes. He seems concerned. Like you learned everything you weren’t supposed to.

“Yes, it’s real.” He admits.

You give a questioning look to him. “So you just forgot to mention you belong to royalty?”

“I had to, [Name]!” Kaeya says, moving closer to you. “I love and cherish you so much, but I had to keep this a secret. It’s dangerous. And I have a duty that calls. You’re gonna have to stay away, my love. I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Your long-time boyfriend just admitted to being a prince. And now he decides that he needs to leave you? For some princely duties? What the hell?!

“You don’t have to! I’ll be there with you, Kae.”

Kaeya gives a pitiful laugh, brushing your cheek with his hand. “You don’t understand, [Name]. I have to push you away to keep you safe. I’m royalty to the fallen nation of Khaenri'ah.” He speaks quietly, hoping no one outside his office is listening.

Now this wasn’t making sense. That nation fell so long ago. How could he possibly be a survivor from it, let alone be royalty? Yet, even with such a complex turn, you still longed to stay by his side. His presence in front of you reminded you of why you came in the first place.

To stay by him and protect him.

“You don’t need to push me away. I can handle this with you.” You speak in turn, hugging him closely.

His eyes widen at your words. “You understand how much danger you’d be in? If you get hurt [Name], I-”

“Hey-”

You look back up at him, maintaining eye contact. You bring up his hand to your shared eye level, showing him the ring on it.

“Remember this? A promise of protection, love, and forever.” You say, placing a kiss on the promise ring. “I’m not going anywhere. So good luck trying to get rid of me.”

Kaeya’s expression went from shock to that of peace. You were right. He had you here, and he could be bound to protect you for as long as he can. He leans into you, capturing your lips on his own. A reminder that you were real and in fact right in front of him.

Meanwhile, Albedo stood at the crack of the door, watching as you two shared a moment. He took a deep breath, moving back to his office to continue writing his letter.

‘Keep an eye out on Kaeya. His partner knows. He may not be trustworthy soon enough. But if the time should come in which he betrays us, I will be ready to assume the throne in his spot.

-Albedo Kreideprinz’

#༄ order up!#genshin impact #genshin x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich #genshin kaeya

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cyborg-franky · 2 years

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Happy Birthday Rivvid!

You have to be one of the first people I made friends with here and I love our chats so much. Thank you for setting me up with Kees, you can be at our wedding. You are lovely and talented and your art always makes my day <3 happy birthday please enjoy! @rivvd-art

Ace x GN Reader SFW Word Count: 1,657

Marco was staring out the window idly, watching the clouds drift by in the beautiful blue sky, a smile playing on his lips as he let out a little hum, enjoying the moment of peace. Fresh coffee was poured and waiting for him as he enjoyed a moment to himself.

The door slamming open and hitting the wall had been the rude awakening the phoenix hadn’t needed nor wanted. The man jumped in his seat, letting out a started cry, almost falling back in his seat as his eyes met those of the noisy crew member. Marco tutted and gripped his desk in mild annoyance.

“Yes, Ace?”

Ace was panting, out of breath, his hands on his knees as he took a moment to regain his composure. Marco guessed he’d run the entire length of the Moby judging on how frazzled the other commander was. Ace took a breath and changed his posture, bowing his head and apologising to Marco for the rude outburst.

“It’s fine, honestly, what do you need? I’m very busy yoi.” Marco prompted and watched Ace straighten himself up and stared at him, eyebrow raised.

Ace gave the doctor a sceptical look, it had honestly looked like the zoan was daydreaming again. He pushed that thought aside as he walked across the floor, his heavy boots making clunking sounds before Ace pulled out the chair, and sat on it, leaning on Marco’s desk and his hands already grabbing at things to fidget with.

“It’s their birthday today and-“Ace started, interrupted by Marco.

“And you forgot?”

“What? No! I’ve had a gift for weeks remember that one island I went to and came back with the animal bites?” he saw Marco nod, a signal to carry on his story. “I just forgot about the cake… and I think Thatch is busy today..”

“Why don’t you make it yourself then yoi?” Marco asked with growing irritability in his tone as he tilted his head and examined the fidgeting form of Ace as he pulled and picked at a blank piece of paper.

“I have no idea how too..”

“You can read right? there’s plenty of books.. give it a shot, you never know what you can do until you put your mind to it”

Ace mulled that over, tapping his fingers on the desk, tap, tap, tap and it was slowly driving Marco to be irritated with his friend. He reached over and placed his hand over Ace’s ceasing the noise, a smile on his lips and a look in his half-lidded eyes that meant to be read as a warning.

“Yeah, your right, I’ll give it a go. Thanks, Marco!”

As soon as the chef found out it was Marco who put Ace up to turning his kitchen into a mess of eggshells, goop and flour he was done for. Ace was looking at the open cookbook, this was his third attempt to create a cake. Flour smeared across his forehead as he narrowed his eyes at the pages. It had to be something he was doing in this process because it just wasn’t baking in the oven correctly.

He sighed and rubbed his batter-stained hands down on his black shorts, leaving white smears across the dark fabric. The commander looked a state, cake mix over his face, some in his hair, all down his shorts, it seemed every inch of him not covered by the apron had gotten mess on it.

Ace turned the page and poked his tongue out in concentration, mixing the gloop in the bowl and nodding to himself. The sun outside was starting to sink, he knew he would be chased out of the kitchen for the dinner rush at any moment.

“I don’t trust this oven..” he grumbled knowing this would be his final attempt at making the cake.

So, he did what any reasonable fire user would do. He sat down on the floor, the cake tins in both hands as he warmed himself up, raising his temperature and watching both sides of the cake cook. They rested on his heated-up thighs as hot hands hovered above them making sure they were completely cooked.

It was boring and he had felt himself nodding off more than once, but he still somehow managed it, baking them to perfection, he could have cried with how pleased he was at how this had turned out. The smell that emanated from the baked goods pleased the man’s nose as he sighed, you were going to love this, he was sure of it.

Getting back up he started to work on how to decorate it, this process was less than neat and tidy, the cake was smeared in lumpy icing, your favourite colour. He’d tried to write across the top HAPPY BIRTHDAY but Ace’s handwriting might have been lovely on paper, but he was no master of the icing bag.

HAPRY BRTHDDY was good enough, he was still proud of himself.

You had wanted to spend your birthday with Ace, he’d just been hard to locate. Marco had given you short curt answers when you’d asked him, everyone else just seemed to change the subject and you had the suspicion that your boyfriend must have been up to something for your birthday.

He wasn’t subtle but you had to admit he’d done well to avoid you until now.

You’d retired to the room you shared with Ace, it was dark as you opened the door, you were sure you’d left a lantern on to avoid walking into a dark room. You prepared yourself to trip over the mess you’d left in the form of clothes strewn across the floor.

For the second time today, Ace scared the living shit out of someone he cared about. You screamed when a roar of fire lit up the room and you saw the grinning freckled face of your boyfriend as he used his pointer finger to light up the candles along the cake.

Your heart was still beating faster than you’d have liked as you started to try to calm yourself down, making yourself recognise the blaze of fire was your blaze of fire. Ace looked a little sheepish when you’d fixed him a look after you’d pulled yourself together.

“I didn’t mean to startle you; I seem to have a habit of that today.” He said with a chuckle as he walked over with the cake.

You peered at the baked good with the messy decorations and realised he’d made this for you, you could have cried with how touched the gesture had made you and knowing how capable Ace was in the kitchen with anything that wasn’t BBQ. You could feel tears brimming in your eyes and he must have seen when the flames of the candles reflected on the unshed shimmers.

“Oh, come on, it doesn’t look that bad does it?” Ace asked, half-joking.

“It looks amazing, thank you so much, Firefly.” He relaxed; you could see the tension in his shoulders dissipate as he smiled brighter.

The way his freckled cheeks and dark eyes looked in the light of the birthday candles was a gift in itself. He smiled warmer than any fire he could produce. You laughed a little when he started to sing to you, the familiar tune of Happy Birthday.

“Make a wish!” he sing songed and held the cake closer to you.

You did as he wanted, you blew out the candles, sending the room into darkness before Ace handed you the cake, making sure you had a good grip before he turned on the big lantern you kept on the desk.

“This looks good Ace, thank you so much.”

“I hope it tastes better than it looks.” He commented and took the cake back from you, setting it on the table where he’d already had the forethought to bring forks and plates for you both.

“What did you wish for?” He asked, cutting the cake into two very large chunks, handing you a plate and fork.

“I can’t tell you that, that’s not how wishes work.” You playfully rolled your eyes at the commander as he shrugged his shoulders.

“I wished for this cake not to kill us.” He mumbled as he stuck his fork into the cake, taking a bite, his face pulled into a look of disgust, bracing himself for the taste.

But it didn’t taste bad, his face lightened up when he closed his mouth and he nodded proudly, you took a bite and soon joined him in the silent nodding of enjoyment. He swallowed first and sighed.

“I did good, this was pretty nice right?”

“You did wonderfully, I love this, thank you.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek, he was glad for the sepia tones that flooded the room, hoping they hid the blush on his cheeks.

“That’s not all I got you,” Ace dug around in his pockets and pulled out a box, so nicely wrapped with paper and a ribbon.

Ace was full of surprises today, wasn’t he? You pulled off the bow and opened the lid, eyes widened when you saw what it was. “Ace.. this..”

“I knew you wanted one… and well.. I made it a little more personal…”

He took out the bracelet, with white and red stripes like his own but there was a charm dangling from it. A little glass bottle, so small and delicate with a rolled-up scrap of paper.

“Part of my vivre card, so even when we are on missions, we can still feel connected.” He said, his eyes not meeting yours, feeling bashful.

“Do you like it?”

“I love this Ace, thank you so much, I love you.” You let him slide on the bracelet before you threw your arms around him, kissing his cheek.

“Happy birthday.” He said softly, holding you back, nuzzling his face into your hair, feeling so loved and complete at this moment.

#portgas d ace x reader #one piece reader insert #one piece x you #gender neutral reader #sfw #portgas d ace #portgas d. ace #ace x reader #ace x you #ace x gn #ace x yn #ace x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece reader inserts

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emo-floof-child-writes · 2 years

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Day 019: Confined.

Featuring Eddie Munson and Dustin Henderson.

Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley and Nancy Wheeler.

1,227 words. The most I've written for one prompt so far, I believe. And technically I only refer to Robin and Nancy as "the girls" but that counts so...

Eddie shoves Dustin inside the inverted and twisted version of his trailer, slamming its front door shut behind him. He sighs, and looks at Dustin who is panting. “Dude.” Dustin mumbles, managing to catch his breath. Eddie walks up to him, and grabs his arms to steady himself. “Most metal EVER!” Dustin announces, as they both bounce with an energy so nervous it was like lightning shooting through the small hallway. The banging on the wire fences that surround the house makes a rattling that sends a shiver down Eddie’s spine. Just gotta keep ‘em distracted long enough to let Harrington and the girls to flambé that motherfu¢ker. Then I can get Henderson out and be done with this place. There is a squeal, and Eddie hears the banging pause, before the bats start to hit the roof with wet thuds. Are they dive bombing? He wonders, as Dustin lifts his makeshift spear.

Eddie bites his lip. If the kid doesn't make it out of this, I don't know what I'll do with myself. Or be able to look Steve Harrington in the eye again. He scoffs to himself, as he pulls Dustin closer to him. That's a new development. Being worried what Steve fu¢king Harrington thinks about him. If you had told him a couple of years back that there would be a time when he would care about Steve's opinion of him, he’d probably laugh in your face. Yet here I am, wanting to make a good impression on him. He hears more rattling and screeching, and it feels as if the whole of this tiny trailer was being squished like a trash compactor. Dustin is trembling, eyeing a vent above the front door, and Eddie grits his teeth. There wasn’t really a way to guard against a bat getting in through the vents, as nothing reached high enough to cover and/or block up them all.

This is it. He thinks, pushing Dustin behind him. The final hurrah of Eddie “The Freak” Munson. Doomed to die with a fourteen year old in a fu¢king twisted version of the middle of nowhere; Hawkins, Indiana. He shifts his spear to a javelin position, aiming up at the vent. If this is my end, I should at the very least make it an end worth remembering. He hears a clunk come from the vent, and he inches forward, Dustin starts to follow, but Eddie waves for him to go back. Not letting you die for my stupidity. Dustin stops, but stands where he was, making no effort to back up. Stubborn brat. He thinks, before looking up at the vent with his spear raised. He hears another clatter from his room, and a chill runs down his spine. Fu¢k! I forgot about that one! He curses to himself, making Dustin frown. “Eddie? What's wrong?!” Dustin asks, his voice trembling almost as much as his body.

I got to get them away from him. But without him knowing that I am doing something stupid. “Just head towards the portal, I'll be there in a second, okay?” Eddie says, keeping his voice even much to his own surprise. Dustin looks at the portal, then to the vent, with a furrowed brow and pursed lips. D@mn you and your skepticism, Dustin! He thinks, before nodding towards the portal again. “Go!” He urges again, and Dustin listens this time. But right as he breaks into a run, the vent pops open, and four bats fly out of it. Eddie stabs a few, as they make loud squelching noises and scream an ear piercing screech that makes the two boys cry out in pain. More fly in, and Eddie flings some against the walls, and stabs others. We're stuck to this tiny area, we can't guarantee that we'll both make it into the portal before the bats do. But maybe one of us can. “Dustin! I have an idea! But you gotta trust me!” It's not a great plan, but it's the only one I got. He thinks, and Dustin sighs.

“Well? Spit it out, man!” Dustin yells, and Eddie swallows. “Go through the portal, I'll follow, and maybe they'll try to get through on that side, thus distracting them from the others!” That wasn't really Eddie's plan, but it has to sound like a well formed plan for Dustin to believe him. And as much as he hated lying to the kid, he needed him safe. Harrington needed him safe, and Eddie decided he was the man that would die to make sure of it. Dustin gives him a nod, before starting the climb up the clothing rope. Eddie clears his throat, staring down the beasts in front of him like he was humanity's only hope. In a way, Eddie supposes, he was, since this plan would help save Hawkins, and by extension the whole world. He glances up to see Dustin land on the mattress above. Below? This is too confusing. He grabs the rope, taking a second to think if this idea was really worth it. He looks up at Dustin, who frowns.

“Eddie! Come on! Get out of there!” Dustin screams through the portal, and Eddie lets go of the rope. I need to buy more time. They probably haven't made it to the house yet. “Eddie?!” Dustin cries, sounding almost to tears. He grits his teeth, his resolve set. If I'm dying, I'm sure as hell not dying in this trailer. He swings the spear, cutting clean through the fabric and dropping the rope at his feet. “Eddie, what are you doing?!” He cries, tears glistening off his cheeks in the yellow glow of his trailer's incandescent light bulbs. He looks up at him with a sigh. “I’m buying them more time.” He says, simply, before running towards the door, where the bats swarm him, he hears Dustin scream his name, but he doesn't look back. He throws open the door while bats scratch and bite at him and he runs over to the bike by his steps, and swallows.

Sorry, Harrington. I know you said not to be heroes, but I can't run this time. I wouldn't be able to look you in the eye if Henderson died. He looks up to you in a way he could never possibly look up to me. Please don't blame yourself for this. If I die here, it was my own stupidly big heart that got me there. You did all you could, and I hope one day you and Henderson will forgive me for this. “Come on, then!” He yells, after biking for a while. He lifts his spear, with a threatening shake. I really should have said more to Steve before we parted. My last words to him are seriously gonna be “make him pay.” He watches as the bats become a tornado of black, and a few get eager, but he stabs them all before they get the chance. That is, until one catches him by the throat, and more grasps his arms and legs, pulling him to the ground, and making him drop his spear. And Eddie has no choice but to watch as they all dive bomb him at once, tearing through his flesh and he screams. Loudly. The final stand of Eddie “The Freak” Munson. He thinks morbidly, before everything goes black.

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