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jeankirsteinsgirl · 9 months

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Most jean stuff has him written as a Dom, imho he's a switch so can you write some HCs for a subby jean to balance it out?

Absolutely I can!!

Jean as a Sub

cw: dom/sub dynamic, choking, bondage, breeding kink,kinky, nsfw, MDNI!! 18+

a/n: i totally agree jean is a switch 100% and god do i love my subby men also i thought abt writing jean w a mommy kink but decided against it but lmk if you guys would want that lol

is hot and he knows it

definitely knows the effect he has on you and takes fullll advantage of if

can be a little bratty 🤭🤭

stares into your eyes the entire time, even when he’s not the dom he loves making eye contact with you

you’d tease him by placing sloppy wet kisses all the way down his body until he’s whimpering and begging you to touch him, leaving hickeys up and down his neck and torso

“what do you want baby? use your words.” and he just stares at you with his mouth open

PRAISE KINK

“you’re doing so good for me jeanie making me feel so good like that”

and he goes absolutely feral

likes to be called a good boy and blushes every time

whimpers for sure

i feel like when he’s a dom he’s more of a groaner whispering “fuck” under his breath but when you’re dominating him he just lets it all out

and you love it every time, hearing how good you make him feel with his little high pitched whines and “please”s under his breath

you tease him and get him so hard for you that by the time you touch him he just can’t be quiet :(

his huge cock is aching as it’s pressed against his underwear and little drops of precum leave a little spot and it’s so cute he just needs you to touch him

“fuck pl-please touch me god i need you”

you have your way with him playing with him for as long as you want to because he’s such a good boy for you and just wants you to use him however you want

when he’s bad or disobeys you you’ll either just make yourself cum in front of him or go down on him until he’s so sensitive and his hard cock is just dripping with cum and precum and he’s begging you to stop because he’s so overstimulated

(but he likes it)

likes to be choked for sure bc of how much control you have over him

loves the feeling of giving up control, it makes him so hard thinking about you bossing him around and he’s so ready to drop on his knees for you whenever you tell him

totally loves the way your small hand wraps around his throat and squeezes just enough as you bounce on top of him

begs

whimpers and whines when he’s about to cum because you just make him feel so good he can’t hold it for too long

“aww does my pretty boy have to cum? be a good boy and hold it for me okay baby you can take it.”

definitely wants you to tie his hands behind his back while you ride him as he looks up at you and sees you bouncing on top of him

loves not being able to move or touch you while you get yourself off on his cock

thinks you’re so pretty using him as your own personal dildo :))

he really wants to make you feel good with his fingers but he can’t

“please sit on my face, need you - need to taste you”

and you do of course

his hands stay tied behind his back as you lower yourself on to his mouth where he eagerly laps at your dripping pussy

groans into your pussy bc he thinks it’s so hot when you sit on his face

licks all of your juices up like the good boy he is for you after you make yourself cum on his pretty face

loves when you grab his cheeks with your thumb and index finger making him look up at you while you make him feel so good and staring into your eyes almost makes him cum on the spot

“want you to watch me while i make you feel good okay baby?”

isn’t really vocal when he’s a sub more just nods and whines

“want you tell me how good you feel okay? tell me exactly what you like.” and he gets all shy and embarrassed even though his cock is literally buried inside you

begs to cum inside you bc even though he’s not the one in charge he can’t resist the urge to breed you ugh

super sweet afterwards of course

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precious-little-scoundrel · 1 month

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Relationship asks - Dear John edition

Who is the clingy one?

Who fell first, who fell harder?

Who does the cooking, who does the dishes?

Who is the top, who is the bottom?

Who steals all the others wardrobe? (Although this one is obvious to us haha)

Who can’t exist without the other?

Who is the protective one?

Who is the possessive one?

Who takes any arguments/fights the hardest?

Who is more excited about kids?

Who proposes?

Oh this was such fun!! Thank you!

1. -I mean both are extremely affectionate but I think Julie Jean takes the cake on clingy just because she’s never had it so safely returned or felt so rightly appreciated for her possessiveness of him. She’s like a cat lying atop their favorite dog at all times and he basks in that, happily carries her around like she’s his pet koala. At night tho, he’s the suffocating snuggle bug in his sleep.

Oomph, him first but it may have been a a fall in lust thing initially. She fell harder from the get-go of his letter. He falls again even harder upon finally meeting her and learning what she’s overcome to be with him.

Both are a bit trash at cooking, but they try, and Julie especially sets her mind to learning his favorite dishes from his mother. He may have a lotta commentary while scrubbing her burnt bottomed pans from all her failed attempts but he happily does them again and again.

In this world with this gal? Bucky Egan is 100% a service!top

Oh 99% her for sure BUT!!! Don’t underestimate the amount of times Bucky’s black tie pocket squares have secretly been her panties or how often he’s wearing one of her perfumed headscarves around his neck, puts Cleven and Rosie to shame in the dandy pilot department

I’d really hate to see either of these robbed did the other, it would not be pretty or likely a lengthy grieving process, tbh, they don’t want life without each other 🥹

Bucky is hella protective, HELLA, and lord knows she needs it and soaks it right up more than most girls would. Honestly rarely finds it stifling, she’s all too well aware of what it’s like to have no one in your corner. But she too is protective of his good name when he’s careless, she’ll go to bat for him any day when some Hollywood big shot tries to be snide, she’ll also do her best to protect him from the drink and the memories

Jeanie is very possessive in the more typical way. Bucky is too, but in a rather more confident manner.

Oh I think they’d both be pretty intense arguers and pick fights easy but it’s mainly a pastime and bit of foreplay, they save their strength for the real deals

Egan is more excited about kids while she’s only pregnant, Jeanie on the other hand is a little scared and also vows to never have another AS she’s pushing the first one out, Jeanie is also the one to then beg for another as soon as she’s healed up and forgotten how bad it hurt. Something about intentionally trying to fuck a life into being riles her up as does the sudden love she has for her tiny baby she never knew she would adore so much, as does watching Johnny be a daddy, he’s so precious with their little nugget it makes her want to give him a whole baseball team.

He does. And it’s super duper emotional, trust me, can’t wait to share when I finally write it all out 💍

This was a blast!!! Thank you Nonnie!

#love y’all so #💌asks

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goldeneyedgirl · 5 months

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TwiFicmas23 Day 4: Anathema

Today has been a bit of a mess, and now we've had a small change of plans because today's intended fic is missing a chunk.

So we have two scenes from Anathema since @sonyawix asked so nicely. These follow on straight from Alice and Jasper's very awkward and public first meeting; Anathema is so fun to write honestly.

I hope everyone has a good day, and I'll be back tomorrow!

anathema

The car ride home from the meeting was silent, with both Freddie and I mulling over what had just transpired with the Cullens, and exactly what it meant for us.

Because there was one thing we didn’t want anyone to figure out, especially the council.

And it was the fact that I wasn’t entirely human. I wasn’t just gifted.

My biological father was a vampire.

It was practically unheard of, according to Jeannie. Nearly impossible for a vampire to father a child, let alone for the mother to carry the pregnancy to term. And Jeannie had never heard, in all her family’s diaries and archives, of any of the mothers surviving the birth.

My mom had been no exception. Lilian Brandon-Myer had died within moments of my birth, when I had ripped my way out of her body with her sharp little teeth. The human body isn’t designed to survive that kind of trauma. I keep telling myself that - there was no way anyone could have saved her. It was a damn miracle that she had even made it that far, really.

I really didn’t know that much about her. She’d been twenty-seven years old, worked at an art gallery, and had been married for two years, to Richard. I had one memory of her, wispy and thin since I was only moments old - wide blue eyes in a thin, pale face; dark hair, and a lot of blood. She was probably already dead.

My mother had been Freddie’s baby sister, and he had doted on her - I’d heard all the stories, how much he’d adored her. He’d been completely and utterly destroyed when my mother had died. Hell, Jeanie had alluded that she and Freddie had cared for her during her pregnancy, trying to keep her alive long enough to give birth. And then I had been born a freak of nature, growing so much faster than a human baby. They couldn’t dump me on social services when, by my first birthday, I was already the same as a human three-year-old.

And Mom’s husband had been too… normal to take me, and I’m not sure he’d have wanted to; I was what killed her. He never would have been able to cope with the realities of the supernatural, let alone raising a vampire-human hybrid who aged three times faster than an ordinary child. Jeanie, at least, had one foot in the supernatural world, and generations of family lore and history to navigate raising me safely.

She always said that she and Freddie had never been blessed with children of their own, so I was their special gift. I don’t know if either of us really believed that but it was a nice sentiment.

Even my ‘sister’ wasn’t really any relation to me. Cynthia was Richard’s daughter with his second wife, and my one link to the real, normal world. I had no idea how Freddie convinced Rich to let us be raised as ‘sisters’, but I was grateful - I adored Cynthia, and I wish we could have spent more time together. Rich was actually a really nice guy; he called me on my birthday, and sent me gifts, and always told me that I was the spitting image of Mom and she would have been so proud of me. Honestly, everything I know about Mom, I got from Rich; Freddie never spoke of her, and Jeanie always promised she’d tell me more when I was older.

“What are we going to do?” I asked softly, and Freddie sighed and shook his head. “D’you want me to go to the beach house?”

Freddie and Jeanie raised me in an isolated house near Neah Bay for the first couple of years, to keep me out of sight - Freddie commuted to the funeral home as needed. As far as the Forks’ locals knew, I had come into their custody when I was ‘twelve’; in reality, I was fully-grown at seven years old and was just slight enough to pass as a middle-schooler with a few adjustments - it’s amazing what a too-big dress and a pair of pink plastic glasses could do. I really had looked like a child being raised by an older couple; awkward and unfashionable.

But we’d kept the beach house; Freddie and I drove up a few times a year to make sure it was maintained and secure. Freddie had gone to no small amount of trouble and expense to make sure that no one knew we owned the property, especially anyone in Forks. It had to stay as a safe house in case everything went sour.

One thing that Jeanie was intensely aware of was the Quileutes’ history with the Cold Ones, and she swore that they could never, ever know about me. That she didn’t know what the Blacks and the Clearwaters would do if they found out about me. They would certainly argue that we couldn’t function as Mediators, because we couldn’t be impartial when my sperm donor was a vampire. There was a very, very good chance they’d banish me from the reservation, and hold me to the treaty - if not try and run Freddie and I out of town entirely.

Or even try to hurt me.

I hated that; the idea that Sue Clearwater - who had done so much heavy lifting in our household after Jeanie died - could turn on me. That Leah and I wouldn’t tease each other, or that I’d never be able to go down to La Push with the twins again. Besides, I was functionally human - I ate, I slept, I bled, I used the bathroom, I wasn’t venomous - Jeanie had run dozens of tests over the years. My heart-beat was faster than a humans, and I ran warm on a good day, but now that I was mature, I was just me. Just Alice Brandon, illegal mortician.

And Jeanie and Freddie had established so many precautions over the years - Jeanie had avoided feeding me blood as a baby or any sort of meat - raising me as a vegetarian human - and to this day I wonder if that’s why I’m so small, that my growth was somewhat stunted. But it was a choice she made for my best interests, so I couldn’t hold any resentment for that. I had been kept away from other children and most other humans until I was fully grown and could understand the severity of the situation and how important the rules were; and even then, I had dozens of rules about things I could and couldn’t do, so not to ever reveal any similarity to vampires.

But Jeanie was certain that Sue and Billy Black would basically turn me into a pariah if they ever caught wind of the situation, and she hadn’t wanted that for me. So, we had kept that a secret. We never spoke of it.

But now that the Cullens were here, everything was at risk - would they know? Would they guess? Had they guessed? Vampire senses were so strong, and perhaps Jasper’s reaction to me had been because of my biology - would my reaction to Jasper Cullen clue anyone in, or could it be hand-waved away by my gift?

And if they did figure it out, would they tell the Council - perhaps use it as a bargaining chip to renegotiate the treaty?

I didn’t know. I couldn’t know; no decision had been made. But I didn’t want to discuss it with them, perhaps negotiate for their silence, in case they hadn’t worked it out.

Ugh, I hated this so much. I was already mentally packing my bags to hide up in the beach house until we could guarantee I was safe. I’d have to stay there alone; Freddie had the funeral home to run. I’d be lonely and bored and worried, stuck in an old house that was full of ghosts. It was Jeanie’s house, and being there without her… I didn’t like it.

We pulled up in front of the funeral home and Freddie looked at me. “It’s alright Alice,” he said finally, sounding tired. “We’ll go in and talk to the others, and worry about everything else tomorrow. There’s no need to panic, I promise.”

“I didn’t mean to cause trouble,” I said softly, and we both knew I wasn’t talking about my moment with Jasper.

“I know, pet, I know.”

I made coffee faster than any living being in the world before hightailing it downstairs, to the funeral home’s parlour, where the meeting was happening. Or rather, five adults were having a nuclear meltdown.

“He will not be allowed anywhere near her!” Freddie’s face was bright red as he paced the room. “I want it added to the laws! He’s a damn monster, and I will not lose another…”

“We know, Freddie,” Sue sighed, arms crossed over her chest. “And we agree with you that the Cullens should be informed that Alice is off-limits.”

“But can we do that?” Charlie Swan looked exhausted. “Can he do that? Billy - one of the imprints; could one of the wolves physically stay away from their imprint? Does it work the same way for vampires?”

The Clearwaters and Billy Black exchanged looks.

“I don’t know about vampires, but no, the wolf could not stay away from their imprint. We’ve seen it attempted before,” Billy said finally. “And most attempts do not last long. We don’t know what a long-term attempt would look like for the wolf or the imprint.”

“Sickness?” Charlie asked. “Feral behaviour? Violence? Madness? Death?”

They all exchanged glances and I decided it was time to make my presence known.

“You’re not going to hurt Jasper?” I asked in my most innocent voice, my eyes wide, and my lip trembling. It wouldn’t work on the Clearwaters, or Freddie - he was too upset - but I knew Charlie Swan wouldn’t be able to deal with a crying teenage girl.

Harry took the coffee tray from me as they all exchanged loaded looks.

“He didn’t do anything wrong,” I said, sniffling.

“Calm down, Alice,” Billy said in an even voice. “We’re just discussing our options.”

“I don’t like the idea that keeping them separated could result in violence,” Harry said grimly. “We can’t risk it.”

“But you’re willing to risk Alice?” Freddie exploded.

“He’s not ‘risking’ me!” I yelled back. “No one is! Jasper won’t hurt me!” I looked Freddie in the eye. “You know that!”

“None of us know that,” Freddie shot back. “And I refuse to stand by and let history repeat itself with those monsters!”

“Mom was attacked and raped by Red-Eyes!” I shot back. “The treaty said the Cullens can’t drink human blood! All Jasper wants to do is hold my hand and talk to me!”

Billy Black snorted, and I saw Sue and Harry exchange looks.

“Alice, he was sniffing your hair,” Sue said slowly. “And the look on his face…”

I looked at her bewildered, and quickly ran through the overflow of visions I’d had. There were a couple that got… well. I would have protested doing that with such a large audience, and it was obvious that his brothers and sister wouldn’t have let him get very far. The fact that that was one of his initial reactions to me was… well, I was a little flattered, to be honest.

“Oh,” I said, shaking my head. “No, he changed his mind, like, 30 times in less than a minute. That’s why my visions went haywire - my brain couldn’t process that much information that quickly. I think he was doing something, like he w-“

“He’s gifted?” Sue interrupted me.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’d have to ask him. In person.”

Freddie was already shaking his head. “Absolutely not.”

“We negotiate. I’m sure the Cullens will be agreeable,” I said soothingly. “Chaperoned meetings, like in the olden days, for my protection. All above board and very G-rated. Hell, we can even sit here in the parlour. Just talking.”

“It would lower the risk of any sort of violence to get to Alice, it’s on neutral territory, and we have no idea what keeping them apart could do to Alice,” Harry sighed. “An imprint can feel the effect of a strained bond, it can take a toll on their long-term health…”

“It’s not happening!” Freddie threw up his hands.

“Freddie, you need to listen to us,” Sue said, trying to act as peacekeeper. “I don’t know what a mate bond looks like in vampires or how it’s formed, but what we do know that in the wolves, it will actively hurt Alice to be kept away from him - she will get sick.”

“What if it was Leah? Or Jacob and the blonde vampire?” Freddie snapped back. “Or Isabella or Seth? Would you still be standing here, telling me that this is a-a risk I just have to accept? Even without Lilian…” Freddie put his face in his hands and took a shuddering breath. “Would you?” he glared at Sue.

Sue frowned. “That is a totally different situation, Fred,” she said evenly. “I don’t believe our genetics would allow such a bond to form. But if it were Leah, I would do every single thing I could to protect her from harm - the harm of a vampire and the harm of a broken bond. I would not allow my daughter to suffer in such a way.”

Freddie was shaking his head. “No, no, I don’t believe you. And Alice isn’t your daughter. She’s my niece. She’s staying right here. He can stay on the Cullen property! They’re never seeing each other again.”

“No.”

Everyone swung around to look at me, and I caught a look of myself in the mirror over the console table - I didn’t look like myself at all. My expression was hard and mutinous. My voice was stern and flat.

“I don’t know what’s going on. I can only work through the visions I’ve had. But you cannot stop Jasper Cullen and I from seeing each other,” I said in that same, flat tone. There was a tight feeling in my chest, and all I could think of was that look of naked hope on Jasper Cullen’s face when I protested his brother’s roughness. His voice telling his alpha or father or whatever that I was his. He was also mine.

Freddie was looking at me in horror, and even Harry was looking a little worried.

“Alice…” Charlie sounded pained, and Billy had taken to gulping at coffee that he looked like he wanted to throw on me.

“Better a chaperoned meeting than him climbing in her bedroom window, or running away with her,” Harry muttered and Freddie choked.

“I promise that I will obey whatever guidelines I am given,” I said carefully. “I won’t hide any relevant information from the Council, or put anyone in unnecessary danger. I don’t know what this is, but I do know that meeting Jasper Cullen was inevitable. I’ve Seen him before.”

I think Sue chose that moment to remember my vision about the gurney, as she turned grey, then red, and then looked like she needed something stronger than coffee.

“Do you know what happens if you don’t see him again?” Charlie asked.

“No, I don’t. And I don’t want to,” I said frankly.

Freddie sat on the couch, looking exhausted.

“Someone’s going to need to make decisions for Alice in the Council,” Sue said finally. “Freddie, you’re our Mediator. You can’t be objective if you’ve got Alice to worry about. None of us can do it. And none of the Cullens can do it. We’re all compromised.”

“Ask Dulcie,” I said and everyone looked at me. “She’s been here for years, I think she deserves to be read-in. She can be my guardian ad litem in the Council, and she’d finally understand some of the weirder stuff that goes on around here. Like the limb-bucket.”

Charlie winced at the reminder of that particular incident.

Freddie sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. “Dulcie’s not a bad choice,” he admitted.

“Plus, now you’ll have to marry her,” I said cheerfully. “Now, I’m going to bed, so you can finish talking about me without me.” And with that, I headed back upstairs for a hot shower and some sleep.

#alice cullen #jasper hale #jalice #my fic: anathema #my fic: funeral home #jasper is back at the cullens half-pining and half-giddy being mocked by emmett and scolded by carlisle #he's only been with the cullens a short time and still feels very lonely and now this pretty girl likes him #meanwhile alice has to explain her future soulmate is a serial killer but he'll definitely never hurt her and will take good care of her #sue will be drinking wine tonight

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ad0rechuu · 1 year

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rank your mutuals from 'sweet, classy princess' to 'fucking unhinged (affectionate)' (U CAN IGNORE IF YOUD LIKE CAUSE I THINK YOU'VE ALREADY DONE THIS BEFORE (if you haven't i think im going crazy, i blame it at school)😭)

i haven’t but i think whoever send this should be at fucking unhinged because this is crazy hard !! but here we go:

SWEET CLASSY PRINCESS ⬋

@end0rchans. ━━ ur really funny but ur asks abt melody and luna always warm my heart so!! i can’t thank u enough like ever i’m gonna kiss u on the forehead one of these days cuz u deserve it SO much 😙

@girls4cheol. ━━ the ask when moonbin passed away is always on my mind and i use it as a motivator a lot so the sweetest!! i associate svts super with u btw <3

@rieuvie. ━━ such a cutie and soo talented! every time we interact i just think ur so cool and also i really enjoy seeing ur work on my tl even if not in the fandom ur writing abt

@sunoo-bby. ━━ that’s my lil sis right there!! i appreciate u so much and some of the asks that u send make me wanna scream in a pillow because they are so kind! i just wanna project and babie u ‼️

@coquetteky. ━━ THE barbatos simp, u always manage to brighten my day and in general you have this really bright and positive energy about u! u were my first friend on here and i’m so glad u reached out bubba🤞

@tocupid. ━━ i have to be honest ur entire in this spot because of ur comments on milky way pookie <3 i have never someone have such passion for a fan fiction 😭 ur one of the reasons why mw is so fun for me and i always look forward to mondays and thursdays MWAH!! (fwak yn x taegyu! may yn x luan rise!!)

@ari-shipping-stuff. ━━ it started because i needed a beta reader and now there i can’t imagine not talking to u for more than a day 🫶 ur so intelligent and i’m surprised ur not tired of me yet ily!! thanks for talking shit abt the obey me boys and always enabling me >_^ (i would call u to bail me out of jail)

@leo-seonghwa. ━━ leo ur so lovely, ur asks make my day time and time again but that’s exactly why ur this low the fucking memes never fail to make me laugh dawg 😭😭 (ur the best)

@sweatyjeans. ━━ (i think our pms speak for themselves but that’s our business 😽) ur such a warm and approachable person i think anyone would benefit from having a jeani in their life (not mine tho 👍)

@bluehwale-main. ━━ my wife!!! ur fics are so good that i am the personification of giggle swinging my legs whenever i read them :3 ur always there for me and i luv u sm but then again i can’t think of a conversation that would either get us banned from kpop in general or where we are not with our tongues down each other throat and i love that <3 (i wish we met irl)

FUCKING UNHINGED /pos ⬉

i hope i didn’t offend anyone lol but wherever ur placed on the list know that i love you and that ur insane for even wanting to be moots with me <3 have a nice day!

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nickinspacesstuff · 2 years

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draft: body snatchers AU

1k writing - Jeanie wakes up one sunny morning and realizes her husband isn’t the same person anymore. She runs.

It was the toast that gave him away.

Michael always liked his toast in the morning.

Being married to the same man for fifteen years, Jeanie learned to predict his moods before he even could. The type of symbiose that came from explicit communication and a lot of compromises.

She woke up with the singing of the birds, and took her time in the bathroom. Her blonde hair was now becoming greyish, but she could still see the sexyiness in it.

It made her giddy. Make-up applied, changed in her best dress, she went downstairs and fed Peanut.

Leo was still sleeping. Her husband had ten minutes before his own alarm went off, and he groveled towards the publishing company he had been working on since he graduated from college.

His voice would be gruff and he’d joke about the birds waking him up.

As Jeanie stepped into the kitchen, she immediately felt a tinge of fear. This sudden feeling came as absurd for her, because she had nothing to fear in her own home.

She entered the kitchen like it was an alien wasteland, the sudden strangeness deepning as her ears perked. A thumping happened outside in the garden.

Jeanie moved towards the backyard, opened the glass window and froze.

No one should be up at this hour. Her husband should not be standing on top of the grass, with her destroyed prized-begonies everywhere, mud staining all his clothes and a shovel in his hand.

“Michael.”

He turned to face her.

Jeanie took a step back.

For a haunting second, she wasn’t staring at her husband, but at a stranger whose eyes she didn’t recognize. Those eyes didn’t remember what she looked like in turquoise blue, or what their baby boy’s smile looked like.

They were the eyes of a beast.

Then the sensation disappeared, but the fear remained.

“Yes, dear?” He asked, poised.

Such casualty in the face of a bizarre situation made Jeanie shiver. She squeezed her arms around herself. Then, she smiled widly, shoving her dark thoughs into a box, and chuckled.

“You’re going to be late for work. Get changed and I’ll make you some toast.”

“I don’t want toast.”

Jeanie supressed her next commentary. Don’t want toast?

Her husband – the thing in the backyard – looked up. He stared pensively at the sky, then turned back at her, and Jeanie did her best to remain still and express calmness.

As he approached, Jeanie struggled with her own sense of delusion, as her own body wanted to remove herself from his presence. In the twenty years they know each other, she earned for his touch. Now, she could barely keep her breath around him and that caused her so much confusion.

They were fine last night. They were happy.

Michael smiled.

“I need to take care of something in the office, dear.” He tiptoed for a second, then kissed her cheek.

Even the gesture seemed foreign.

As his footsteps disappeared inside, she looked to her garden.

The clouds looked like rain. She could still hear the birds singing. Her eyes drifted to the obvious disturbance in the dirt, but looking behind her shoulder, she could still feel Michael’s presence – no, not her husband – inside the house.

For the first time in her entire marriage, Jeanie avoided her husband.

She stayed outside, admiring the sun and hoping he wouldn’t call her on her bluff. Peanuts came outside. His tail wagged low and he sat glued next to her, with his head facing the kitchen.

The entire time, Peanut didn’t growl or bark. He just stared at Michael, standing between Jeanie and the door. The usual love that her husband had for the dog seemed to have vanished, and Jeanie remarked that he haven’t even acknowledge Peanut at all.

Michael didn’t come back outside. He didn’t say goodbye.

Jeanie heard the door closing, then the car engine starting and leaving the street. She waited five minutes, just to be sure.

As she entered back inside, her footsteps sounded far too loud in her ears. Her mind raced with questions, but her instinct was stronger and that seemed far more important now.

She threw Leo’s door open.

“Mom!” He sat up. His phone was already on, but he was still in his pajamas and laying under the covers. “What the hell?”

“Language.” Jeanie opened his closet door and pulled the bag they bought at the State Fair last year. She suffocated a sob. That was one of the last trips they went on, they had to buy a bag just to fit all the prizes Leo had won.

“What’s going on?”

“We’re taking a vacation, go get dressed.” Jeanie didn’t wait for him to answer. She opened his closet and started to put clothes inside the bag.

She could hear her son huffing behind her. Jeanie had swore she would never become her mother, controlling her kid’s haircuts or bursting into their bedrooms without knocking first.

Leo was only twelve, but he had his own computer and much more freedom than most of his classmates. He earned it.

In the rush of panic, she forgo this.

“But it’s summer.” Leo raised his voice. “Where are we going? Where’s dad?”

Jeanie turned to look at him.

In her eyes, she saw his eyes cowering and the reluctance in his stance. He wasn’t going to be moved without an answer. She breathed, and vowed to protect him no matter what.

Protect him.

From what, is a question that could wait.

Jeanie survived a household in which moods shattered as quickly as the wind, and punches were traded as negotiational offers. She escaped that climate, but the survival mode inside of her never truly died.

She sensed the danger brewing around her like a tornado-siren. You couldn’t see it, but it was there and the first signs were clear.

“Dad is meeting us after work.” The lie came efortless. She would suffer from these lies in the future, but right now she had no time for guilt. “Go get changed, Leo.”

Leo left the room without a complaint.

He must have noticed the awkward mood. Jeanie went back to packing and promised herself she’d come up with a better lie later.

The bags were put in the hall, Joe helped put a leash in Peanut and they started to pack everything into her car. Jeanie blessed herself for suggesting they buy a second vehicle – maybe things were going to be okay.

She was hardly religious, but she believed in faith like children who throw pennies down wishing wells. With low credibility and some sense of humor, she hoped it would work. If not, throw another penny.

As Jeanie walked inside the house again, she stopped.

Her mind raced towards the events of this morning, trying to find a rational explication.

A way out, even if it meant admitting to her own foolish dreams and making the whole thing a fun party talk during dinner.

Honey, you’ll never believe. This morning I was convinced you were acting unlike yourself, more like a stranger than the man I’ve been sleeping with for so many years. So in a hurry of fear and self-preservation I ran away. I took Joe and I ran, because

You’re not acting like my husband.

Jeanie repeated to herself.

Her gut says that something is off, not only tense or distant, but violent. Those eyes reminded her of her father and that was enough to confirm any doubt.

Her husband always greeted Peanut, going as far as being late several minutes because he couldn’t stop kissing the damn dog. He always joked around and kissed her in the mouth, a chaste kiss that still gave her butterflies all this years.

Her husband never refused breakfast.

Jeanie looked at the clock in the wall.

Verifying that her son was still in the car, she grabbed the keys and her purse. She cursed herself, as her legs raced towards the backyward and she went back to the strange bundle of earth stirred in the ground.

Jeanie got down in her knees and used her hands to dig out the mud. The dirt stained her clothes, but she remained at the task, feeling like there was an imaginary guillotine hanging over her head.

Her fingers brushed across something slimy and cold, and she withdrew her hand with a disgusted cough. Looking back at the clouded sky, Jeanie swallowed the bile.

The second passed and she carried on.

She dug her hand down and grabbed the thing. It almost slipped out of her fingers, but she managed to bring it to surface, dropping it with a hurl.

Jeanie got up, almost tripped and managed to steady her balance. She covered her mouth, now smelling the rotten flesh that must have been covered by the gardening products.

It was big, colorful red and it layed on the dirt like a dead animal.

The heart was still bleeding.

#my writing #body snatcher AU #just a draft #jeanie meets a queer UFO expert #and they go in the run #and save the universe ig #writing

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goldenkirstein · 3 years

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i'd be home with you

or alternatively, jean has a bad day at work, and you pamper him

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zuzu requested: Modern AU Jean/fem reader where Jean comes home after a really long day at work (his shift ends later than yours does so you always come in a few hours before him) He's in a rly pissy mood but you think it's adorable so you give him a nice tight hug and he relaxes a bit 😭 then you coax him towards the bedroom so you can pamper him, asking him to place his head on your lap so you can rub his temples until he falls asleep...

pairing: jean x fem! reader

wc: 2.2k+

tags: fluff, some angst (?) modern! au, female reader, language, mentions of food.

a/n: this was so much fun to write, I love jean and always wanna take care of him bhsbhsbh, i changed up some things to make it fit, and it kinda got a teeeeensy but angsty but not too much. i hope you enjoy.

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You outstretched your arms, eyes glancing over to the clock in the corner of the living room.

Jean should be home soon.

The sound of the ticking clock filled the room as you laid back down on the couch, the side of your face pressed against the cool leather of the armrest, fingers lazily grazing over the pale white stitches, the bumps and ridges comforting you while you waited for your husband to come home.

Not too long after, you heard the familiar noise of the keys jingle against the doorknob, prompting you to shift your body to watch Jean as he walked through the front door; your lips quirked into a gentle smile, and you got up to greet him.

However, you noticed that he wasn’t his usual cheery self today. Weariness was clear as day on his face. He raised his eyebrows at you, the only indication that he acknowledged your presence.

He struggled to slip off his shoes until eventually sighing and reaching down to untie them, hair falling in front of his face, he cursed under his breath. You let out a giggle, immediately slapping your hand over your mouth, suppressing the noise.

“What are you laughing about?” He furrowed his brows, following your eyes until he realized you were staring at the socks peeping out of his shoes.

Tiny fried eggs decorated the navy socks he was wearing. He looked back up at you, an amused expression on your face, still trying to suppress your laughter.

His shoulders drooped, and he scowled at you, “knew I shouldn’t have worn these dumb socks today.”

You frowned and made your way over to him, “aww, baby, I wasn’t laughing at you, and hey, you love those socks! You look so cute with them on! ”

Jean turned his face away from you, “I’m not cute,” your frown deepened, and you brought your hand up to his face, causing him to look at you. Your wedding band was cool contrast against his cheek.

“Sure you are, my love. Did you not have a good day today?” At that, his eyes fluttered shut. He brought his hand up to remove yours; however, his hand lingered, resting on top of yours.

“Gonna take that as a no then.”

He nodded in agreement before opening his eyes and dropping his hand. You traced your fingers on his cheek until moving your arm around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. Jean wrapped his arms around your torso, relaxing into your touch. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, breathing in his cologne, “missed you today, baby.”

You felt him release a deep breath, and you moved your hand to run your fingers through his hair. He hugged you tighter in response to your action, “missed you too.” His voice a low grumble.

Jean let go first, mumbling a quick thank you, and he gave you a slight smile, the first sign of happiness you could see on his face since he walked through the door minutes prior.

He began to bend down to finish taking off his shoes before you stopped him, “Nuh-uh, come with me.”

You gently tugged him up by elbow before clasping his hand in yours, leading the both of you into your bedroom. He opened his mouth in protest, “what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing, hun? Someone requires some T.L.C.” Pronouncing every letter with a slight lilt in your voice, you turned your head to smile at your husband; his eyebrows were still furrowed, shoulders carrying the weight of the day on him. You knew that if you left Jean to his own devices, he would end up bottling his feelings and act like nothing was wrong.

Your feet padded gently into the room; Jean followed suit. He pulled at your hand to let him go, but you weren’t giving up that easy. He was a stubborn man, no doubt about it, but after years of being together, when it came to Jean, you were just as headstrong.

Smoothing your palm over the soft beige bedsheets, you sat down, tapping your clothed thigh, “come lay down; you’ll feel better if you do.” You watched the man in front of you clench his jaw, tired, hazel eyes gazing into yours.

“I haven’t even taken my shoes off yet.” He sighed; your only response was to tug him closer to your seated frame. Pouting your lips up at him, you watched him chew the inside of his cheek before finally obliging.

“See, that wasn’t so hard” You grinned as you saw Jean sit down next to you and lay his head in your lap, ash brown hair splaying across your thighs. He hummed in content when he felt you run your fingers through the hair near his temples. “You wanna talk about what happened?” Jean shook his head, furrowing his brows once again. You swiped your thumb over the creased skin, causing his expression to soften.

He blinked his eyes up at you, “you don’t have to do this; I’m fine.” He tried to get up, but you pressed your palm against his chest, eyes pleading. You tilted your head at him, gazing with tenderness before hunching over to lightly kiss his forehead.

“Let me take care of you, Jeanie? Please?”

He laid back down, allowing you to rub his temples, taking away the pain of the day. It was the least you could do; on days where you felt unloveable, Jean would be there for you, holding you, whispering reassurances in your ear, delicately reminding you of his love and lending his strength to you when you needed it. So, while it pained your heart to watch Jean feel less than, it was second nature to you; you would always be there for him when he needs it.

The repetitive movements of the pads of your fingers against his head were soothing him, Jean’s eyelids were heavy, the time he spent with his eyes shut getting longer and longer with each passing minute.

“Haven’t taken my socks off.” He whispered, sleep overtaking him; his speech was slightly slurred.

“Don’t worry, you just sleep.” You continued massaging his head until his breathing steadied, eyes no longer opening. You smiled at the sight; he looked so peaceful and beautiful when he slept. Pausing your movements, you bent down and gave him another kiss on his forehead, smoothing the hair on his head.

You lifted him off your lap, sliding out from underneath him, and softly placed his head down on a pillow, careful not to disturb him. He shifted, turning to face the window next to the bed. The sun was beginning to set, and the slivers of orange light peeking through the curtains dusted over Jean’s face.

“My beautiful boy.” Warmth spread over your chest as you watched your husband rest, content that at this moment, his worries were not plaguing him.

You slid off his shoes, chuckling at the sight of socks once more. Jean had called the socks dumb, but you knew that he loved them. When you got them for him for his birthday, you remembered how he laughed when he unwrapped the package; the sound rang through the air, causing you to giggle at his reaction, before he reached over to plant a sloppy kiss on your cheek, murmuring a soft thank you through a wide-toothed smile.

After pulling off his socks, you quietly got him out of his dress shirt and pants and slipped a pair of sweatpants over his legs before drawing the comforter over his body and placing a kiss on his shoulder.

Jean awoke to the smell of spices wafting in from the kitchen; he rubbed his eyes. It was dark outside. He wondered how he got into bed; the last thing he remembered was him laying in your lap.

Oh.

The young man felt a wave of guilt wash over his body. He realized that he was wearing sweatpants, his office attire neatly hanging in the closet adjacent to him. Jean groaned and pulled the covers off his body; had he been sleeping all this time? You were working away in the kitchen, you even took off his shoes, and here he was, lazing away like a dog.

It was pathetic, he thought, making you take care of him just because he had a bad day at work. Jean stepped out of the bedroom; stretching out his limbs, he made his way over to the kitchen, the smell of food getting more robust with each step.

You turned when you heard the soft padding of his feet against the kitchen tile, “you’re awake! Did you sleep well?” You beamed at him before turning your attention back to the stovetop.

He padded over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, “you seriously don’t have to do this; I’m alright.” His voice husky, vibrating against your back.

You shifted your body to look at him, quizzical expression painting your face, “why won’t you let me pamper you? Don’t you deserve that?”

Jean was silent.

“You don’t have to be perfect for me, Jean.” Your hand left the handle of the pan and held onto the hands around your middle. “Let me carry some of that burden. Let me.”

“It’s not fair.” Jean’s eyes between yours and the food on the stove.

“What’s not fair, baby? You take care of me when I’m sick when I can barely get out of bed. Isn’t that the vow we made to each other?” You paused, watching as Jean’s head fell into the crook of your neck. “I won’t love you any less, and I certainly will not let you act like everything is fine when it’s not. You don’t have to tell me what happened, but just allow me to look after you.”

“You tell me how much you love me every day, so let me show you how much I love you through this, okay?”

Jean wondered what stars aligned for him to find someone like you. He still felt guilty, but he knew that arguing would be futile, so he finally succumbed, “I love you.”

His mouth curled up into a slight smile; he meant it every time he said it, even when the both of you had been arguing or when you left for work, he meant it every single time.

You didn’t think it was possible, but your heart grew in fondness for Jean, “I know.” You gave his hand a gentle squeeze before returning yours to the handle.

Jean’s stomach grumbled, causing him to groan. You let out a laugh, “See, I knew you hadn’t eaten at work. Go sit; I’ll finish up this Omurice.”

He slipped his arms away from your waist before going to sit on the stool near the kitchen island, head resting on his propped-up palm, watching as you plate up the food.

His eyes twinkled with adoration, the guilt in his chest dissipating as he noticed how much care you’re putting into the meal. There was a time that Jean didn’t think he was worthy of being loved, but having you in his life pieced him back together again.

You made your way over to him, handing him a fork and setting down the plate. Your husband took it from your hands, giving you a questioning look, before taking a bite. His eyes widened, “this is really fucking good, here try some.”

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, glad that he liked the food; Jean brought the fork to your lips, which you opened, the warm rice and luscious egg filled your mouth, you shut your eyes, savouring the taste, "holy shit."

Jean laughed at your surprise, taking another bite of the food. You went over to a drawer to grab a fork before sitting next to him to eat.

When both of you finished your meal, you stood up to grab the plate to clean it. However, Jean halted you before you could pick it up, "let me."

His voice came out a gentle whisper, but it was sincere; you nodded your head, relaxing back in your seat, watching as the man went around the kitchen island to clean the utensils.

He worked swiftly in silence. After drying the plate and placing it in the cupboard, Jean looked up at you, "thank you for this."

"You don't have to thank me, my love."

He blushed at your words, "still, I'm so lucky to have you; I don't know if I tell you that enough."

You stood up and made your way over to Jean, his hands rested on your hips, and you moved your fingers to brush away the few strands of hair that fell in front of his eyes. He smiled tenderly at you before pulling you closer to him by your hips.

He pressed his lips against yours, and you reciprocated the kiss, soft lips melding against each other. His hands travelled up your sides, eventually cupping your face. You smiled against his lips before pulling away.

"I'll love you always, Jean." Your hands came up to hold his, and you turned your cheek to press a kiss into his palm.

"I know."

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darling-i-read-it · 3 years

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Knives

Otis Driftwood x reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: dead bodies, torture, knives, i mean come on this is house of 1000 corpses I couldn’t not throw in all of the above

Author’s Note: i’m in love with otis and i was teetering on the idea of writing for him because i feel like i wouldn’t do it as well as I wanted to. Regardless I will be posting this so we shall see lol. I wanna write for baby at some point too cause i also love her. I just love these movies

Summary: You bring back the next batch of dead bodies.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

(not my gif)

The side of the road was cold and unforgiving. It made your feet ache as you paced back and forth and it had started to rain. Soon the water would be soaked down to your bones and you would surely freeze to death.

You didn’t know how Baby did this so often.

Better yet, you weren’t sure why you fought to be the bait this time. You should have listened to Otis who would rather die than have you be further than ten feet away from him.

As you felt the water get into your eyes you figured he had a solid point there.

Finally a van pulled up beside you. The agony and desperate look in your eyes was far from fake. You were this close to walking back yourself. You walked up to the passenger window and put on a shivering smile. There was a girl in the passenger seat and a man sitting behind her. You could see there was no one in the back of the van although they did have the seats up. Most of it was filled with food.

“Hey you need a ride?” the girl asked. She seemed nice. You were happy for that in the moment, completely forgetting what you were walking her right into.

“If you wouldn’t mind it. I’m just down the road aways, my ride bailed on me,” you admitted. The driver looked annoyed but the girl gestured for you to get in the back. Upon getting back there you noticed a guy sleeping on the ground. “Long drive?” you questioned as they started to drive. She scoffed.

“You can say that again. I’m Jeany by the way.”

“Y/N,” you said kindly. She gave you a tight lipped smile and then the van was engulfed in silence. You saw the lights from the house just as the tire went out. You feigned surprise then faked annoyance. “That sucks. We can walk the rest of the way it’s not far.” You opened the door before any of them could protest.

There was some brief scuffling but they seemingly agreed that going to the house with you would be the best idea.They woke their friend and followed. You walked up the front porch, Baby’s doll heads tapped to the walls around the door.

“Don’t mind that. My sister-in-law likes to pull the heads off but I swear she’s nice,” you lied before opening the door. You let them go first and tailed behind. Baby came bounding down the stairs with a smile and the two guys seemed immediately starstruck by her. Jeany didn’t even notice as she was staring around the house. “Speak of the devil,” you said with a wide smile. You raised your hand and she took it, allowing you to twirl her.

“Who are these fine folks?” she questioned.

“They helped me back. Their cars broke down,” you explained. She raised her eyebrow.

“We can get that fixed up alright.” She turned to you. “Otis is upstairs, he’s been asking for you. It’s kinda…” Baby laughed and the boys ate it up. “..messy.” You rolled your eyes.

“Then you can take care of these guests.”

You walked up the stairs and immediately saw the blood that pooled outside of Otis’s shut door. You hadn’t been in his room for a couple of days because he was busy yelling at some tour bus of people he had found but if he had been asking for you you may as well. You knocked once and it swung open. Otis looked annoyed at first and then his features relaxed.

“Where the fuck have you been?” He grabbed your arm. “You're soaked.”

“Fresh bait, like I told you.” You walked into the room and he shut the door behind you. There was a dead body on the floor beside his bed that hadn’t decomposed. It had barely stopped bleeding. There was a live person tied in a chair in the middle of the room. “What have you been doing?”

He waved his knife around and pointed it at you, arm fully extended. He didn’t say anything and you nodded, understanding pretty effortlessly.

“Should I leave you to your devices?”

The woman tied to the chair and gagged screamed as loud as she could. You let out a small sigh but otherwise ignored her. He threw the knife in the air and caught it with the blade side. He didn’t even cut his hand in the process. The handle jutted out at you.

“Use your words,” you whispered.

“Take it,” he growled and you leaned back on your heel, doing as you were told. In a flash the knife was up to her throat and before you even got one teasing flick of the wrist in the door flew opened. You stopped moving and Otis nearly shoved it closed. It was Baby.

“That guy’s making a big deal about you, he wants to know where you went,” she whined. You backed up and tossed the knife into the wall.

“Another time maybe sweetheart,” you muttered, fingering Otis’s hair all the way to the tips. He groaned.

“Stop stealing my wife,” he said to Baby. She shrugged.

“She can make her own choices,” she teased.

You went downstairs and rolled your eyes at the men.

“You said sister-in-law earlier. I don’t see a ring on your finger,” the former driver said.

“No, we got engraved knives instead.”

#otis driftwood x reader #otis driftwood imagines #house of 1000 corpses imagines

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#LettresPromises informs you : You have three notifications.

──➤ Nikki sent you a love letter to celebrate +400 followers, would you like to read it?

𝐈 - 𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

❝dear reader, first and foremost, thank you from the bottom of my heart for allowing me, yet again, to achieve this milestone. it’s very cliché to say but i would have never been able to reach such an important without your input— each like, each comment, each question, each reblog, each reading of my work gives me the greatest joy and i wish i could be able to share with you the level of happiness coursing through my mind every time it happens. what i can do, however, is to thank you my own way by writing for you, if you’ll let me. you will see a succession of prompts separated in three categories fluff/angst/smut (please, be assured to be 18 or above to request this category), so send me a love letter with a number, a category, and the recipient of your letter (the included verses are haikyuu, one piece, my hero academia and naruto, and of course, here is a reminder that i also write for women.) and in return, i will send you a love letter right back. thank you, once again, for everything.

sealed with an everlasting kiss, nikki.❞

𝐈𝐈 - 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓.

dear @sasukelore, you’ve been my first friend on here and i’m still wondering how you can handle my dumb ass. i love you and respect you more than words will ever be able to say although i don’t say it a lot, thank you for always being here for me, you’re my safe person.

dear @amoroushero, where to start? the amount of love you’ve given me is too much to fit inside my smol body and i’m still in awe that you, a writer i’ve always looked up to even before starting my blog, is estimating me so much. i wish i could give you all the love in the world because you deserve nothing but the absolute best.

dear @toorusushijima, wife *insert the discord blushing emoji* never did i once think i’d be able to grow so close to someone in so little time and i just have this lingering feeling that i’ve known you since forever. words fail to describe how much i genuinely care about you and how much i love you, you’re a pure gem.

dear @kyojuroandcie, here again, i have absolutely no idea how you managed to keep up with all my bullshit this far. you have all the qualities one could dream of and i’m reminded everyday of how lucky i am to have you in my life when you barely breathe. i shall protect you at all costs, je t’aime si, si fort.

dear @aomineavenue, the first thing which comes to my mind as soon as i think about you is the urge to scream how much i love you and how much i wish i could squeeze the life out of you in a loving embrace. you make me the happiest person on a daily basis and i wish i could give you half of the serotonin you’ve given me. i love you more than kuroo tetsurou.

dear baby thots, my heart is weighing so much from all the love i have for you. every one of you, individually, is worthy of so much love and happiness. i hope one day i will be able to repay you for all the love you’ve given me, in the meantime, just know that i will cherish your presence forever, thank you for being yourselves and thank you for becoming my second home. (i hope you’ll be able to forgive me for the lack of singularity but i mean that for each and every single one of you, and i’m sending so much love to lumi, maya, skye, jeanie, jen, sol, eli and vale in particular, my heart belongs to you.)

𝐈𝐈𝐈 - 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

to celebrate this new milestone, and as explained earlier, i have made a list of prompts separated in three categories : fluff, angst and smut.

there will be 15 slots open. you may only demand a letter from one character at the time, please make sure to always specify the category you are picking from and ensuring you have reached the legal age to demand for smut. as for the angst prompts, you can (if you wish) demand a good or bad ending.

the available verses are : haikyuu, one piece, my hero academia and naruto, and i write for both men and women.

here is the list of the prompts, i cannot wait to receive your love letter and have a correspondance with you:

𝐈 - 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅

#1 “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?” #2 “It’s you, it always has been.” #3 “Kiss me.” #4 “You should probably go home.” “But I’m already home.” #5 “You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.” #6 “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.” #7 “Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.” #8 “I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.” #9 “Can you just please hold me?” #10 “Are you blushing?” #11 “Do you want me to carry you?” #12 “Will you marry me?” #13 “I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.” #14 “I’m never going to leave you. I promise.” #15 “Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.” #16 “I just want to be there for you.” #17 “I couldn’t get you out of my mind.” #18 “You look so beautiful.” #19 “You are crushing me right now.” #20 “Stay.”

𝐈𝐈 - 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓

#1 “I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.” #2 “But it’s my fault right?” #3 “I don’t want to feel this. I want to be numb again.” #4 “You’re lying to me again. Why can’t you just tell me the truth for once?” #5 “I love you.” “No you don’t” #6 “I can’t lose you.” “You already did.” #7 “Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?” #8 “I loved you.” “Then why did you let (her/him/them) get in between us?” #9 “Any other lies left to tell me?” #10 “When did you stop loving me?” #11 “I was happier with you.” #12 “I loved you. I loved you so so much but you hurt me.” #13 “Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.” #14 “You broke me.” #15 “Sorry doesn’t fix everything.” #16 “I don’t need help! I need an end to this pain.” #17 “What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.” #18 “I can’t keep playing pretend.” #19 “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.” #20 “I wish we never met.”

𝐈𝐈𝐈 - 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

#1 “You’re being so good to me, baby, taking every inch of me.” #2 “Let me taste you on my tongue.” #3 “I want to mark you down with bites and hickeys until everyone knows who you belong to.” #4 “Don’t talk, just spread your legs.” #5 "Mind if I join?” #6 “Do you trust me?” #7 “Let daddy take care of you, baby.” #8 “I’ll take it slow, there’s no rush.” #9 “Keep doing that and you’ll get punished.” #10 “Want me go to harder?” #11 “Look at me in the eyes and say my name, my real name.” #12 “You love being tied up, don’t you?” #13 “You can take all of me, I know you can.” #14 “You’re begging already?” #15 “Look at what you’re doing to me.” #16 “Does it look like I give a damn if someone hears us?” #17 “I can keep doing this ‘till daylight.” #18 “I knew you could do it, good job.” #19 “You. Bed. Naked. Now.” #20 “I want you to take control.”

#nikki’s celebration

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gra-sonas · 3 years

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Hey! I hate to ask this, you already do so much for us! But would you mind just a tiny recap of Vlamis’ live from last night? You don’t have to go into a ton of detail or anything, I just saw that it was a half hour long. I have a weird anxiety thing that keeps me from watching lives and stories for the most. Still haven’t even been able to work myself up to watching the vlamburn one as much as I’d love to! 🙁

Either way, thank you for everything!

Okay, nonnie. I went and watched the whole thing again and wrote you a detailed account of what’s been said. I’ll link the live again, then you can watch here if you want to. Or not. Up to you. 🤗 Hope this helps. 💕

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Brushing his teeth and flossing for 3 minutes while talking.

800 new follower lately “where have you been before?”

“Do you do anything to your hair at night?” He adds Moroccan hair oil in the morning, nothing at night.

“What’s your favorite of the drop?” He hasn’t seen everything from the drop (like the COSMIC tie-dye) bc he’s in Santa Fe. He loves the COSMIC and MALEX embroidered things (“so subtle”) bc they are in Vlamburn’s handwriting, he loves the Manesqueeze shirt bc you can make Alex and Michael kiss by putting your wrists together. He *loves* the candle (there’s one burning on his bedside table), the silky PJs are great, but he can’t decide on just one favorite thing.

“How’s Jesa’s sanity?” She needs like 3 weeks of sleep. He explains, that while we *are* the Vlambase, the Vlambase merch company’s just Jesa and Vlamis. Jesa has a team, but all the day-to-day things, ideas, emails/customer service (Jesa), the newsletter (Vlamis). They hadn’t collaborated with anyone before Tyler, so working with him was a new experience.

One fan mentions how they wanted to buy stuff but couldn’t. Vlamis says that he’s been there, and when he wanted something in the past he couldn’t afford, he started putting away a Dollar a day.

“Thought on One Direction?” Vlamis is a Harry Styles guy. “Harry Styles’ swagger is next level!”

“What do you think about Russia? Will Vlambase merch be available here?” Talks a bit about how annoying things are with shipping companies, says they wanted to protect themselves for the holidays, and now that the Christmas rush is over, some shipping options have become available again.

“Who came up with MANESQUEEZE” He ponders about it, and settles on Jesa. It was Vlamis’s ides to put tiny Alex and tiny Michael on the sleeves so that they can kiss tho. And Tyler came up with the idea to put a “toupee” on his head (in a previous drop, the NEVER LOOK AWAY design had tiny Alex and tiny Michael on the sleeves, but poor Alex was bald) for the design.

Someone got a MALEX pin and the candle. He knows the pin sold out fast, and he feels bad about that. They want everyone to get everything they want, but it’s difficult to make proper calculations how well an item will sell. The pandemic made things even harder. Like the PJ sets. Normally, they would wait until the sale ends and see how many sets were actually ordered, but during the pandemic, stock listings have been changing dramatically from day to day, so they had to pre-order the PJs and robes to make sure they had a certain number at their disposal. He said that they “overshot” on a couple of things, but ultimately sales have been great, and he appreciates that.

“I’m excited to make the MANESQUEEZE doodles kiss bc I do that with the NEVER LOOK AWAY shirt” Vlamis jumps up and shows his closet that’s full of Vlambase merch items.

“Why am I here, it’s almost 3am” He mentions that he’s been staying up until 4 in the past couple of days, but he has to be on set in 7 or 8 hours.

“Hello, just wanted to let you know that I got a tattoo for you” Vlamis asks for a photo and to be tagged.

“Kyle the packer [Vlamis’s roomie KA, who works in the warehouse when a new drop is ready for shipping]” Vlamis says they’re working him to death.

“Please save this live” He doesn’t know whether he’ll save it. Thinks the one with Tyler was important, but since it’s just him, he doesn’t think it’s important.

“I followed Jesa, Jesa is the real MVP” Vlamis says that Jesa is “a beast, and best in the game”. Quickly explains who Jesa is, and that she’s his partner in the Vlambase merch company. He mentions that she recently called him with an idea for Valentine’s Day, and he was like “Jesa, we need to relax!” But she loved the idea. She’s a big fan of RNM and the characters (and Tyler). “Jesa’s amazing.”

“What about new Soli art [Soli’s the artist who created the Boys Will Be Boys art for a previous drop]?” Vlamis smiles. “What about new Soli art. I like that idea. 😏“

“Your house [in New Mexico] is so cute.” Vlamis says thank you and shows the ceiling of the house (which he likes best). “Santa Fe is dope!”

“I adore your teeth” *shows his teeth* Says he had to wear braces (some even adjustable)

“I could’ve used my birthday money to buy something but I forgot” 🤨 << Vlamis’s face. “How you you forget, man?”

“Back to Twitter after this live” He mentions that he’d just been on Twitter before the live.

He got retweeted by Mountain Dew and loves it.

“I’m from Australia and hope my merch arrives before winter” Vlamis says he hopes shipping will be fast.

“Love the Valentines” They’re not actually Valentines, hence they’re “Love Notes”. Vlamis considers doing them not just around Valentine’s Day.

“You catch any of the CW shows returning this month?” “Might have to” But he knows what he’ll be catching on the 12th. “Prodigal Son, baby!”

“Where did you get the Game Boys?” Those are his Game Boys. He has a Game Boy Advanced and a Game Boy Color.

“How do you feel about Forlex?” *scoffs* 😒 “Yeah”

“So excited for the robe!” Vlamis gets excited. “The robes and the PJs are so comfy!” Talks about how it’s a bit weird, bc they don’t make them themselves.

Several people mention that their closet looks like his closet bc of all the merch and he loves that.

“How do you feel about Forlex” *gets agitated* “Why are you asking me this? Don’t do that to me, alright?” *softer* “Don’t do that.”

“How are you doing?” He’s doing very well. Very relieved that eh sale went well. This drop was like 3-4 months of work, the night before the sale felt like an entire month, too. Jesa and Vlamis Facetimed for more than 5hrs. They set up the website, and that’s how the glitch with the GIVE ME MALEX OR GIVE ME DEATH shirts and poster happened. They made a mistake and only noticed after the website went live.

“Do you know when S3 will air?” No, he thought it might’ve been sooner, but apparently not.

“I love your poetry from the last drop so why no poems this time?” He writes poems when he’s inspired, he hasn’t written a poem in a while. He’s currently preparing to direct his first movie in June 2021, and he’s been very focused on that.

“The Meet & Greet day changed.” Filming schedule changed bc they had snow, the schedule’s changing constantly. He’ll be set all day tomorrow (well, today, Jan 11) from 8am until 8 or 9pm. Sometimes they might even wake up in the morning and learn that the schedule’s been changed.

“You could talk about nothing and we’d still watch.” He doesn’t want to talk about nothing, wonders if anyone has any questions about the sale.

“I’m so excited about the robe. I was going to buy more but I’m broke.” He says we should be responsible.

Someone’s still waiting about their Black Friday stuff, but he says it’s the shipping company, not them.

“Vlamentines" He *loves* that, thinks it’s a good pun.

“Gotta support Aurora.” Always. 🥰

“Jealous Guerin in S3?” You’ll see, you’ll see.

“I placed 3 orders, last one last night. Give me Malex or give me death.” He loves it. He also mentions, that they’re working hard on figuring out how to combine orders in the future so people don’t have to pay for shipping several times. They just can’t do that logistically at the moment.

“Real talk, how often do you check your DMs?” He says, that some people might’ve noticed that he occasionally likes random photos on people’s IG pages. When that happens, it’s a sign that he read someone’s DM. He feels bad when he checks his mentions with a delay, and people’s stories have already vanished after 24hours. He sometimes doesn’t get to checking DMs for a week.

“Will we ever get the original pic of the kiss recreation?” *smiles* *waggles his eyebrows* “Maybe in the morning”

“So happy the Trevor Project was chosen for this merch drop!” He’s very happy, too. According to him, it was a no-brainer. Tyler’s worked with them in the past, so it made even more sense. They wanted to make sure that Tyler felt very strongly about wherever they’d be donating.

People urge him to go to sleep. “You want me to go to bed?”

“Why is your merch not available in India?” *deep breath* “It should be, it’s ridiculous. Unbelievable.”

“Your poetry was awesome.” He appreciates the praise and promises to write some more poetry.

Someone asks whether the movie he’ll be directing in June will be a comedy, but he says it’s the opposite. He’s mentioned in the past that Aurora and him will both act in the movie, but apparently he forgot about that. He doesn’t want to jinx the movie and doesn’t know how much he should reveal just yet. Talks a bit about 5 Years Apart.

Someone mentions that it’s Jeanine’s birthday on January 14th.

“Do (or don?) a face mask, Vlamis.” He refuses. Mentions his friend and roommate Spencer Waldner, who makes face masks.

“If there’s leftover merch, will you do another sale?” He says that most things are actually sold out bc they use Blank Clo’s blanks and will only make what’s been ordered. They might try to restock some pins tho, bc they went so quickly.

“USPS are a joke” He defends them. “They’re a public service, they’re trying hard, guys.”

“You should do a Vlambase drop with the Real Vlamis [a.k.a. Jeanie]” He’s excited and thinks it’s a good idea and asks if anyone’d be interested.

Someone congratulates him on directing his first movie. He points out that he’s directed before (Making It, a 3-part web series, it’s on YouTube).

“Would you ever come to Australia Comic Con?” He’d love to. Mentions that he’s supposed to be in Paris in May for a convention, but he’s not sure whether that’s gonna happen considering how things are currently going with the pandemic.

Some more talk about 5 Years Apart.

Circles back to doing a merch drop with Jeanine. People like the idea.

“Please save this live.” After an IG update, things have changed and he doesn’t know how to do it. In the past he had the option to save it [for 24hrs], now he can only upload it to IGTV.

“$30 shipping to Australia hurts my soul but I did it anyway.” He appreciates that and mentions, that he lived in Australia for 6 months in the past.

“Sing some Bright Eyes” He thinks his singing would hurt people’s ears.

Jesa Joy pops up in the chat and urges him to go to bed.

“Jesa is yelling at you.” Vlamis says that Jesa’s a “yeller”, and that she has a tattoo that says “Don’t yell tho”. He admits that Jesa often yells for a good reason. “I need to be yelled at sometimes.”

Someone asks him to accept a request to join his live. He says he’s pretty tired.

He says hello to someone from Germany (not me btw :P) “What’s up, Germany ✌️”

More people ask him to sing, but he says he cannot sing. He says it’s not like a joke or him being modest, he straight up can’t sing and is a horrible singer.

“Will there be a sequel to 5 Years Apart?” Maybe a sequel called “10 Years Apart” (he’s joking and visibly tired)

“Should I buy anything before the sale ends?” Yes.

Jesa Joy’s from Michigan, and Vlamis’s grandma’s from Middlesborough, Kentucky.

“Is Tyler singing again?” He doesn’t know. “I hope so. Love that kid’s voice” (Tyler’s 3.5 years older than Vlamis :P)

He’s getting sleepy and will read a little bit before bed. Considers drinking some Mountain Dew.

“Do you take design ideas.” Sure. Sometimes he sees design ideas from people they’ve been working on for months, but he’s gonna “steal” an idea from someone, he’ll tell them. He’ll steal it, though.

“Are you still reading SAGA?” He read the first one and is half-way through the second. He’s currently reading a book called “My First Movie” by Stephen Lowenstein. “How cliché.” Aurora got it for him.

Purple Skittles are his favorite. Purple everything.

“Your girlfriend’s the best girlfriend.” She is, she really is.

Asks Jesa Joy whether he should go to bed now.Even though it’s late, he’s hungry. Considers eating something. People tell him to go to bed.

He asks “Should I get naked and put on the PJs?” *waggles eyebrows* “I’M KIDDING, YOU’RE SICK. YOU’RE ALL DISGUSTING.” xD

“Don’t eat!” He laughs.

Says goodbye and says that Jesa’s posted a surprise picture.

“Any advice for aspiring actors?” Tells them to make their own stuff bc no one’s gonna hire them. (He’s being sarcastic). “It’s dark, but it’s what you need to hear.”

“Okay, love you guys. Thank you again! It was our best sale yet. Means a lot to me. Means a lot to Tyler. Us doing so well might mean that Tyler will work with us again. So I really appreciate it. Okay, I love you all.”

Jesa promises to post the pic in 4 minutes. He’s excited. “See, I got her to do it! The picture is kind of ridiculous.”

*pretends to take off his shirt, stops halfway through* “Noooooo, noooooo, noooooo!”

*throws kiss* “Love you guys, good night.”

#michael vlamis #vlambase #mgv ig #mgv interviews #nonnie asks

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x-dudes · 4 years

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If you wanna start writing again 🥺👉👈 idea,,,, Ororo and Jean are both trying to win the reader’s attention/affection?????? idk up to you and not my best idea but,,, it’s an idea

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Scott and Jubilee watched you approach, laughing at the unspoken tension between Jean and Ororo who followed closely behind you.

“What do you think is going on there?” She asked.

“Girl drama.” Scott chalked it up to be.

“Girl drama?” Jubilee echoed.

“Seriously?” Peter seconded.

“Yeah, what else would it be?” Scott asked. His voice dripped with arrogance as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Peter and Jubilee stared at each other incredulously.

“What do you think they’re fighting over, Scott?” She giggled.

“I don’t know...” Scott mused over it before shrugging. “Girl stuff.”

“I mean you’re not wrong.” Peter muttered while the three of them linked back up with the three of you. He and Jubilee snickered at the way Jean and Ororo were staring each other down when one of them wasn’t looking, with you between them, blissfully unaware of it.

“Hey guys!” You smiled at them. “How was the movie?”

“It was good. You guys should have should have come with us to see it.” Scott answered. While he rambled to you about the plot of Ghostbusters, Jean began telepathically rambling to Peter about you.

“How was your time with Ororo and (Y/N)?”

“I’m in love with her.”

“I know.” He answers

“And I know I shouldn’t have, but I read Ororo’s mind and so is she.”

“I knew that too.”

“What if (Y/N) doesn’t like girls?” She panics.

“Ask her.”

“You don’t just ask someone that.” She stresses. “Oh my god what if she likes girls, but she doesn’t like me. What if she likes Ororo instead? What if she finds out I’m gay and she hates me for it? What if I-”

Peter tunes her out and looks to (Y/N) again, who Ororo has casually slung an arm over.

“-So anyways it’s like a portal to another dimension , and now they have to save New York from total destruction. You should see it some time.”

“Maybe I will.” You tell Scott before turning to talk to the girls again. “I’m hungry. Anyone else?” A handful of nods was enough to pull Scott’s hand out the door of the theater and towards the food court.

Peter puts a comforting hand on Jean’s shoulder.

“You have no game at all, do you?”

“None at all.” She admits.

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As you all walk out of the theater, you felt a wet drop hit your skin, followed by another, and another.

“If I’d have known it was gonna rain, I’d have worn a Jacket.” You whined. In a split second both Jean and Ororo work to peel off their jackets and give them to you. Jean was the first to succeed, and swiftly wrapped her jacket over your shoulders, with a soft ‘I told you you should have brought a jacket’ comment.

“Thanks Jeanie” You roll your eyes but smile sincerely. You heard a shuffling of fabric beside you as Ororo finally pulls off her jacket. “Oh, sorry, ‘Ro. That was really sweet of you, though. You didn’t have to do that for me.”

“How was the mall?” Scott asks, interrupting your train of thought.

“It was good. Look! ‘Ro and I bought matching mood rings.” You held Ororo’s hand and lifted your joint hands for everyone to see.

“What does red mean?” Peter asked Ororo.

“I don’t know, I lost the paper.” She laughed, taking a seat by your side at the table while Jean scrambled to the other side.

“It’s okay. I still have mine.” You added, pulling it from your pocket and handing it to Peter over the food court table, accidentally hitting Scott in the face as you did so.

“Hey!” Scott whined.

“Sorry.” You answered. “Don’t be such a baby Scott, I didn’t hit you that hard.” While the two of you bickered, Peter looked over the slip of paper you handed him.

Red - In Love

Pink - Cheerful

Orange - Bored

Green - Jealous

Blue - Calm

Purple - Happy

Black - Nervous

“Hey, (Y/N), this mood ring works pretty well. How much did you pay for it?”

“I don’t know. Like $10?” You answer, totally oblivious to his joke and the accompanying burn in Ororo’s cheeks. “Hey I have to use the bathroom real quick, but then we can head home.”

“I do too!” Jubilee calls, following after you.

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Jubilee laughed as she watched you violently shake your wet hands.

“No paper towels.” You shrugged.

“Answer my question.” She pressed.

“I don’t know, Jubes. To me it just seems unrealistic that two smart, gorgeous, and powerful women I know are both gay and are both into me.”

“Do you even like girls?” She questioned.

“Yeah.”

“And do you like either of them?”

“...Maybe.” You muttered.

“So say something.”

“I’m worried.”

“About what?”

“Breaking up our friend group.”

“Don’t be.” She replied. “They like you but we’re all friends first and foremost.” Jubilee opened the door, and you smiled as you exited, with her following closely behind you as she spoke. “Just think about it. Follow your heart.”

“Thanks, Jubes.”

“Anytime.” She grins. You move to rejoin the others, but before you can take another step forward, she stops you and whispers in your ear “But also, Peter and I put 20 bucks on the line, so if your heart wants to do me a solid and go with Ororo, that would be sick. No pressure.”

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As you all walked through the doors of the mansion, a collective sigh escapes all of you.

“So what now?” You wondered out loud.

“Now we need to talk about something.” Peter said. Before you had a chance to answer, he rushed you up to his room. You took a seat on his bed as he rushed back downstairs to tell the rest of the group “We’ll be right back.”

“What’s up?”

“Jean has the biggest crush on you. It’s almost embarrassing. Please put her out of her misery because she has no game at all and I bet on her.”

“She seems good at romantic gestures though.”

“That she is... Ororo has a crush on you too by the way.”

“I know.”

“How?”

“I talked to Jubes in the bathroom.”

“Wait girls really do go to the bathroom together to gossip?”

“Yes we really do gossip in the bathrooms. But that’s beside the point. I’ve been thinking it over and I’ve made up my mind.”

“Yeah? Now what?”

“I’m gonna ask her out tonight.”

“So is now a bad time to throw a curveball at you and tell you that I think Scott has a crush on you too?”

“Oh, I am so not into Scott.” You laugh, standing up to walk out of the room.

“Figured as much. Good luck. I bet $20 on this. Have fun.”

“Man, I’d figured my love life was worth more than $20. Now I’m not telling you who I like more.” You laugh as you leave his room, making your way down the hall towards hers.

#thank you Carina for bringing me back to my fictional mutant gfs #jean grey #jean grey imagine #jean grey x reader #ororo munroe #ororo munroe x reader #ororo munroe imagine #storm x reader #x men #x men x reader #x men imagine #wlw imagines #wlw x reader

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driversmutbucket · 4 years

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Again.

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Warnings: NSFW smutty smut

Why did this take me months to write? I have no idea. So many words. So much smut.

“We need, ugh, to stop, hngghh, doing this” Flip panted.

“Mmmmm, it’s, oh god, unprofessional” you managed.

You were bent over the sink, _again, _as Flip thrust into you.

Last time, and the time before... you had both sworn to each other it was the last time.

——

You had started work at the PD a mere 3 months ago, doing office work and receptionist duties.

The moment you had laid eyes on the plaid clad, leather-holster-wearing Dectective Zimmerman you had been smitten.

It seemed the feeling was mutual, after a week of aggressive flirting, and one too many drinks at the bar you had fucked in the bathroom.

It seemed once wasn’t enough, in the months since you had been having bathroom rendezvous in lunch breaks and after hours. Every single time swearing it was the last time. Unprofessional, you agreed.

You had to admit, you had taken to wearing extra tight skirts and heels more regularly because you knew Flip couldn’t resist it when you “strutted” (his words) around the department.

You couldn’t help it, no one had ever made you orgasm like Zimmerman. He was like a drug you couldn’t quit.

——

The PD Christmas party was tonight.

You had your dress ready, a little black number that reminded you of one of your favorite shows, I Dream of Jeanie. It was form fitting with ballooning chiffon sleeves.

It was lightly snowing outside as you pulled on a pair of thick woolen tights. You checked the mirror one final time before pulling on a thick coat and knee high boots.

Turning into the parking lot of the bar you spotted Flip’s truck straight away. You parked next to it, already imagining his scent, the smell of cologne and cigarettes.

You could hear the music and loud chatter of your colleagues inside as you climbed out into the chill air. You were ready to welcome the warming sensation that a glass of red wine would provide.

Pushing through the door of the bar, you scanned the rowdy room for familiar faces. You heard the shriek of the other office ladies as they saw you and began waving you over, their cheeks already rosy from multiple beverages.

You hadn't missed the way Flip looked towards the door when you walked in, as if he was waiting for somebody. You also hadn't missed the way his eyes ran up and down your body. You chewed your lip and gave him a little smile before waving and walking over to your female colleagues.

Two generously poured wines later you were singing and dancing on the dance floor to Rod Stewart with what seemed like half the department. You could feel eyes on you and you looked over to see Flip sipping a beer and watching you. You couldn't help but wink at him when you locked eyes.

“Flip has been watching you all evening” Sadie, another office worker giggled.

You raised your eyebrows, “has he now!”

”I’d say he has a big ol’ crush” Barb, chimed in, grinning.

You couldn’t help but blush and giggle, as the group of women around you gushed and gossiped about Dectective Zimmerman.

“I’m gonna go over there” you announced, causing another wave of giggles.

Flip was now leaning against the bar, his back to you, talking to another detective as he sipped a beer and smoked a cigarette.

You went and stood next to him, and asked the bartender for a red wine. At the sound of your voice he whipped his head around to you.

“Hey there” you smiled coyly, “the ladies reckon you have a crush on me” you added casually, “say you’ve been watching me all evening.”

His face remained almost blank, except you could see a smile pulling the corner of his mouth.

“That so?” He said smoothly.

“Mmmhmmm” you grinned at him, while sipping your wine.

He put another cigarette in his mouth, offering you one, which you accepted.

“They’re right, i have” he murmured in your ear as you leaned in to light your cigarette from his lighter.

Standing back up you took a deep drag, with a smirk.

You placed your hand on his shoulder and leaned in so your mouth was right beside his ear.

“I’m not fucking you in the bathroom again Zimmerman” you felt him sag slightly, “so you better take me home instead.”

With that, you turned on your heel and walked back to the ladies who had looks of frothing anticipation on there faces. You made a point not to look back at him.

Just after midnight people started stumbling home, everyone on duty the next day was long gone and there remained about 10 or so sitting at the bar. Flip and yourself among them. You sat in the corner, a wall to your right and Flip to your left.

No one could see but his hand had been rested on your thigh for the last 15 minutes as you chatted together with your colleagues, chain smoked and drank.

The barman made last call and everyone began to trickle out.

Flip turned to you, “I think I better drive you home, you’ve had too much to drink” he said slightly louder than necessary.

“Aye aye detective!” you saluted, jokingly.

“Catch you Ron, Patrice” Flip waved to his partner and his partners girlfriend, “gonna drop this one home” he pointed at you, miming a drinking action with his hand and grinning.

You swatted at him, “nice to meet you, Patrice! See you at work Ron.”

Climbing into Flips truck your stomach was in knots. A mix of nerves, excitement and arousal.

“You better not be actually taking me home” you said, as Flip clicked his seatbelt.

“Sweetheart, I damn near choked on my drink when you swanned in in that little number” he said non-chalantly as he reversed out of the carpark.

Pulling up to Flip’s house, he quickly jumped out and walked around, opening the truck door for you and helped you out. It felt nice to hold his hand, large and warm.

He unlocked his door, and you followed him into a homely but somewhat sparsely furnished kitchen and living area.

His large hands found your waist, you turned to face him.

“This is nice” you murmured, “not rushing.”

“I’m practicing a lot of self control right now” he muttered, looking at your lips.

He was leaning against the kitchen counter and you ran your hands up his chest, over the soft cotton of his button up shirt. He ducked his head down and started planting kisses on your neck.

You signed happily; your fingers finding their way into his shag of hair.

His hands traveled from your waist and down to cup your arse, just as your lips met.

As you gently sucked his bottom lip he hoisted you up, so he was carrying you. You yelped, wrapping your legs around his waist. You could feel his erection straining his jeans.

“I’m not fucking you in my damn kitchen” he said gruffly as he began walking towards what you assumed would be his bedroom.

“What a gentleman!” You smirked.

“Don’t get mouthy with me” he warned, fighting a smile.

“Or what Dectective, will you cuff me? I can’t promise I won’t like it” you grinned wickedly.

“Jesus christ” he hissed as he carried you through his bedroom door.

You unclasped your legs, finding the floor.

“Flip, let’s take our time ok?” You murmured as you began unbuttoning his shirt from the top. Savoring the lack of time pressure. Pulling it off you let your hands roam over the large expanse of his chest. His breathing was becoming a bit more erratic.

You turned, back to him. “Unzip me?”

He fumbled slightly with the zipper before pulling it all the way down and pushing your dress of your shoulders.

It dropped away, sitting on your hips. You yanked it over your butt and let it fall to the ground. You were left standing in your tights and a baby pink satin bra.

Flip pushed your hair aside and kissed the nape of your neck, his hands skimming your hips. He unclasped the bra and you shrugged it off. His hands quickly cupping your naked breasts “I never have time to truly enjoy these” he said lowly. It was true. You never had time for even undressing.

You closed the gap between your bodies, you could feel his hardness, uttering a small moan as Flip’s hands kneaded your breasts.

Your pussy was throbbing, you weren’t used to any foreplay with him, this was one part bliss, one part agony.

You turned back to face Flip, his eyes lavished your chest. It occurred to you he had never actually seen your bare breasts.

As you reached for his belt buckle his hands were back on your breasts, then his mouth was on a nipple, “oh holy fuck” you breathed.

You fumbled around with his belt and jean button while his mouth worked.

You pushed his jeans and briefs down, releasing his raging hard on, trying to focus.

“Babe, Jesus....” you groaned as he sucked your nipple, he got on his knees, his hands on your clothed arse cheeks.

You couldn’t help but grip his hair in pleasure.

He tugged down your tights and panties so you stood their stark naked.

“Sit on the edge of the bed.”

No sooner did your butt touch the bed than Flip grabbed under your thighs and pushed them up causing your to lay down.

“What are yo- oh my god!”

His mouth was inbetween your legs, tongue tasting like a man starved.

“Flip, oh my god!”

Your back arched off the bed, as your body became increasingly overwhelmed by the sensations his tongue was causing.

As he sucked your clit you felt his hand nearing your entrance, you thrust forward a little in desperation.

He hummed on your clit, you could feel his smirk.

“Please” you pleaded, as his fingers danced around your entrance mercilessly.

You weren’t sure you had ever moaned so loud as you did when Flip finally entered not one but two fingers into your aching warmth, while his mouth continued to lavish your increasingly sensitive nub. He pumped slowly, expertly as you made the noises of a woman in the throws of pure ecstasy.

“Baby I think I-” your climax ripped through your body before you even had time to finish your sentence. Back arched and mouth opened in a silent scream, your body was ignited in the most electric feeling you had ever experienced.

You lay there slightly dumbfounded as you began to come back to reality.

“Flip...” your eyes darted to him. He was grinning like a man who had just won the lottery.

“Fuck.” Was all you could manage.

He got up off his knees, kicking off his jeans so he was finally fully naked, and lay down next to you.

Pushing yourself up, still slightly dazed, you straddled his torso with a dopey grin on your face.

“This is nice... being horizontal” you joked.

His hands caressed your thighs. “been dreaming about this...having you like this” he admitted, as his fingertips skirted over your hips.

You leant in and kissed his lips tenderly, “me too” you said quietly.

You reached and clasped his still very erect cock that was prodding you in the back, causing Flip to gasp.

“Can’t wait to ride this” you purred as you pumped him. You shuffled back and hovered as you lined up with your entrance.

Noises of pleasure filled the room you as you lowered yourself, although you had had sex many times, never in this position. They new angle was delicious.

You began to rock, then bounce experimentally, seeing what felt good.

Flips hands grasped your hips, assisting your movements. His eyes roaming your body, watching your breasts bounce “you look, ahhh, so fucking sexy” he all but swooned.

“You feel sooooo good, baby” you praised as you rolled your hips in a steady rhythm, eyes closed.

“Close” was all Flip could huff.

You let your hand travel down and began to stimulate your still tender clit.

“Ohhhhhh fuck,” you knew you wouldn’t last long, as the pressure in your abdomen began to build.

“Babe, ahhhhh,” you lost your rhythm as your walls began to spasm, Flips grip tightened as a guttural moan escaped his lips.

Your climaxes were almost simultaneous, your lips meeting in a passionate frenzy. Grinning against each other’s mouths your bodies began to settle into post orgasmic bliss.

You lay entwined for a while, enjoying the closeness.

You eventually rolled off and onto the bed, Flip rolling and pulling you into him, spooning you.

He kissed the nape of your neck tenderly.

“No more bathrooms” you murmured, sleep beginning to take hold.

“Never again” he agreed.

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kurtty-drabbles · 4 years

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Pirate au Redone (part 3)

N/A: Ideas will be used here. I think. Kitty will pirate? Yes, and Maddy will show up as well. Going to be honest. I don´t think we need to see the talk between Emma and Kitty and I want to write this idea before it pops out of my mind.

@dannybagpipesarecalling @djinmer4 @bamfoftheundead @everykurt @muninandhugin

After a long discussion both Jean and Scott menage to council their differences and as Jean proclaims to a more relaxed Scott, they´ll try anew and this time no more Pheonix or Avengers or anything to come between them. And, Scott, still has his reservations about Krakoa - and Scott is one of the few people that seem to notice Kurt´s demeanor over a couple of days and is one of the few who confide with him about Krakoa- can at least, if nothing else, give the benefit of the doubt to the island.

Where are you, Rachel?

This thought lingers in his mind and took some time out of Scott´s initial agenda-not that he cares too much about it, but, he doesn´t like to be idle and Rachel is a grown-up woman and may want some time alone to figure out things...considering her sexuality and who she dated, Scott can safely say Rachel wants an alone time now- and once the man is fed up in pretending to do whatever chores he was supposed to do. Scott Summers leave his room.

Krakoa is a beauty as if your definition of beauty comes with vines, exotic plants-so exotic that Scott can sweat they don´t exist- and an oppressive tone of green. Paradise is another form of prison? Lucifer certainly thought so.

His thoughts on religion are skeevy at best - again, Scott does not care, and if Kurt Wagner shares some of this belief with him. Why he would feel ashamed?- and his thoughts on religion take an ironic twist when Scott halt and looks at the person in front of him and his teeth grith so tight he could swear he´ll break his teeth or jaws.

"Why are you doing here?" Scott asked directly to Mr.Sinister who is smiling all too pleasant. The man still has the same fashion sense and still have this smirk on his face.

"Ah, Scott...you thought you wouldn´t see me again? I was the closest thing of a father in your life...and when I heard you and Miss Jean Grey are trying again...It fuels my heart with joy...do you remember?" he asked with that creepy smile of his, showing more teeth than a human should, then again, is Mr.Sinister human? "do you remember those fun times in the orphanage? You cried but didn´t beg...and you even won in the end...it only proofs that I was right all the time" and Scott´s breath accelerate and he didn´t think twice before taking his visor and blast Mr.Sinister away.

However, the vines creepily climb on the floor and wrapped tightly around his legs and yank on the floor and the impact somehow makes the lasers stop-Scott closes his eyes and it took a minute for him to reconize the sensation and not enter in dispair believing his sight is gone- and his body is unable of moving.

"Scott Summers, you broke the law" the voice that belongs to Prof X answers, yet, Scott notices something off on his voice. "The punishment must be severe...especially as you´re one of my favorites" and Scott almost laughs at this.

Then I don´t want to know what you would do if I wasn´t the favorite.

If Prof X is ready to throw Scott in the dungeons or do something else, well, all Scott can do is gulp and not cry. But, someone intervenes. No, more than someone as he can still hear their voices.

"Prof...this is unfair...why you would punish Scott for wanting to be away from this creepy?" Jean shouts angrily and Scott can see, mentally of course, how her face must be twisted in anger-there´s a difference in an angry Jean and an angry Pheonix and Scott knows this very well- and Jean continues while Storm is helping Scott to stand on his feet.

"Can you open your eyes, Scott?" Storm asked in concern and Scott shakes his head. Nothing else needs to be said. Storm puts his visor back and asks again as Scott opens his eyes slowly.

Jean is not done. "How can you ask for a nazi scientist to be here? I thought this island was supposed to be a paradise for us...not for nazis scum" Jean shouts vexing and for a moment everyone gathers around thinking she would go Pheonix...

She gave up the Pheonix ...there´s no trace of the bird on her.

Prof X smiles and is not soothing in the slightest. "I believe everyone deserves a chance and it wasn´t thanks to Mr.Sinister´s machinations that Cable, your once beloved son or so you once claimed, came to be?" Prof X only walks ignoring Jean Grey as he concludes his thoughts in one final line. "Plus, you would are the one to give everyone a chance...everyone but your own daughter" and then Jean falls from the sky screaming in agony.

Scott goes to her and tries to use his power on Prof X to make him stop- Scott recalls that he did murder Prof X thanks to the Power of Pheonix and hopes he can kill the man again-yet, his power doesn´t work on the man who only shakes his head at this.

Storm tried to use her powers as well-summon a powerful lightning bolt to burn the man in one attack- yet, her powers are useless against Prof X, and Storm is knockdown.

"What a pity...but you two always disappointed me"

And the fates of Scott Summers and Jean Grey are sealed. There´s no more Mr.Sinister as Prof X leaves.

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Logan is on the beach and is smoking one of his best cigars and is more than happy to see Jean Grey, and to his increased libido and satisfaction she´s wearing a bikini and no Scott Summers- and Logan knows this is meant to be. Knows this is all about making more babies and Logan promises to buy the best beer he can think to thank Kurt for such law- and the man is as seductive as his entire being can. "Jeanie. Fancy a swin?"

Jean shakes her head and holds him. Oh, Logan knew this would happen and smirks thinking he finally beat Slim. Finally, and even mention this out loud. "You finally going to be with a real man" and goes for a kiss.

The kiss is as passionate as his imagination provides, yet, she steps away and speaks in a soothing tone. "Oh, Logan...I never liked you but I thought you were smart than that" and her eyes are burning just like her hair. "You´ll know what is death and the most painfully one..." and Jean is no longer Jean...and Logan is no more.

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A cargo ship is traveling in the pacific ocean and the captain is giving the orders to make sure their precious containment is in order- mutants kids from non-develop countries and many labs and governments would pay anything to put their hands on those kids- and the captain is even dreaming with the huge sums of money he´ll gain thanks to those kids. And damn, he can even view himself in a large mansion.

"Captain...there´s a strange ship...yatch coming to our way" one of his first mates points to the said yacht and the captain rolls his eyes and order to fire at them-he has better things to worry than worry about stupid people- however when one of the crews of the yacht shots a fireball large enough to damage the ship and the other froze the ship preventing it from leaving...it proves how it in deep waters the captain is now.

A woman flies to the deck. The woman has a red vest and one sword. The men didn´t take long to shoot at her, yet, it was futile. "AHH GHOST!" one of them said and the woman smirks evilly.

"Yep, I´m a ghost and I´m a very pissed ghost" and she runs through them using her sword as if it was another limb attached to her body. The rest of the crew surrender and the children were rescued.

"Emma?" Kitty calls not wanting the damn woman in her mind. "The kids are safe...not alright after what they witness, but, alive...we´re taking them to a secure place"

"I trust in your judgment, Kate!"

"Stop calling me like that, Frost"

One of the kids looks at the woman wearing red and asks one of the mutants who is she. And Bobby follows their sight and smiles. "Well, that´s Captain Pryde" and the kids look in awe at the Captain who notices their smiles and makes a One Piece reference.

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Betsy Braddock is not easily frightened and maybe this can make people have the wrong view about her. And maybe, Betsy used to like those wrong ideas people had over her- the fearsome woman who laughs in Death´s face- and Elisabeth´s smile can´t reach her eyes anymore nor be anything but an obvious fake. No pleasantries are enough to dissolve the situation between herself and... "Kwannon" Betsy exclaims noticing how their outfits have different color paletas.

Kwannon. The Japanese Psylocke as some used to call-Oh, Betsy knows what people used to call Kwannon´s body and know what they used to call Betsy´s mind as well- and the Japanese woman is putting one foot in front of the other...the motion would be almost funny, if it wasn´t painfully clear she´s not used to her own body.

"Betsy..." her tone is dry as her eyes are fixated on Betsy. "I want to talk with you, but...thinking back and seeing you now. I need you to shut up and listen..." she exhales and continues. "I don´t blame you for what happened to me..." she closes her eyes and touches her hand. "I´d blame you for how you treat my name and my own body. You wear little and suddenly your blade talks and demands blood...I´m not like that and I don´t like that now you´re a white woman...abruptly your blade doesn´t scream blood anymore and you don´t longer dress like a slut..." she completes having a neutral expression on her face.

Betsy can´t ignore her actions. "I thought in assume another identity for myself" is a good explanation for Betsy not for Kwannon.

"White woman. Do you know anything about me? I´m a ninja not because it was cool or sexy, but, because I had no option. I have no last name...I´m a Burakumin, yeah judge by your look you had no idea what this means" her tone is derisive as she continues. "I was an outcast in my own country. The Yakuza one day, saw my abilities and offer me a job...and that job became my life"

"I didn´t know..." Betsy speaks with a heavy tone. "I was..."

"Having fun in wearing my body as a sex toy? Yeah...I know" and Kwannon uses her kinetic blade- Kwannon is not sure if she wants to fight Betsy or to simply see if she still has her powers- and if a brawl was to happen, well, it won´t be now as Emma Frost shows up along with Kitty Pryde.

"Ladies...this is not time to catfight...we better things to do" Emma Frost replied in a regal way as always and Kitty rolls her eyes at such display but speaks again.

"I think we all agree Krakoa is bad"

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Scott and Jean are back to their cabin in the woods-money is not exactly an issue for Jean Grey as she died and resurrected so many times to the point the agency thinks she´s a meme now- and Jean is laid down on the canape still feeling pain. "I´m fine...no, I´m not...but I´ll be...Scott, when Prof X´s power increase like that?"

Scott has no answers. And someone knocks the door and Scott goes to answer and sees Madeline Pryor smiling at him. "Are you real or an illusion?" Scott asks and Madeline nods sagely and slaps his face with a grin.

"Still doubt am I not real?"

"No, is you!"

"I´m not here to fight...I´m here to talk and as much I hate to say this...I need the help of Jean Grey"

#Pirate au redone au #kitty pryde #madeline pryor #Emma Frost #Kitty the pirate saving mutant kids #No KIDS going to Krakoa #Logan is no more #Dr Moira is next #Kwannon has a background now #mentions of Kurt

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sweetdeathwrites · 5 years

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Just A Coffee

Pairing: 40′s! Pre-serum!Steve / Waitress/Waiter!Reader

Summary: Out of all the people to walk in and steal your breath away, it had to be him–– and honestly, you’re fine with it.

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, i got second hand embarrassment from writing some of this lol

Word Count: 3,116

Finally!! My first fic I’ve written since starting this blog!! I thought it’d be nice to start it off with some fluff and (love of my life) pre-serum steve!

tagging @youngmoneymilla for her kind advice in starting this blog, and @littledarlinwrites and @romanticsteggy for answering some requests I asked of them! You’re all too sweet and I hope you enjoy this!

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There’s a scrawny man sitting in booth five again.

He’s about your height, rolls up the sleeves on his shirt at least twice, and looks like he weighs ninety pounds soaking wet, max.

He walked in last Tuesday, and since then you’ve found yourself daydreaming about him… You could kick yourself, really. Out of everyone to walk in, why did it have to be him?

On the bright side, he’s got a voice deeper than you expected looking at him, a thin face that’s been shaped by angels, and he’s polite as anything– including the tips he leaves.

You sigh and pick up a menu. A dollar’s a dollar, you remind yourself, then smooth out your apron on the walk to his booth.

As you approach, the blond picks up his head at the sound of your footsteps. Sweet baby blues are focused on you and it makes you bite your lip to keep a demure grin at bay. Jeanie, sitting behind the counter at the register snickers and that’s all it takes for you to let go off your lip and shake yourself into a more professional headspace.

“Good mornin’, sir,” you place the menu on the table in front of him. “Could I interest you in anything to drink while you take a look at the menu?”

He smiles and, good god, exactly who was it that polished that perfect row of teeth, all shiny and chrome? You want to know what the price range is on that baby. Maybe buy yourself one with all the tips he’s been giving.

“Sure is a great morning, now.” He says, almost confident with his ears all pink. “And a coffee would be just perfect.”

“Alrighty, sir, I’ll be back before you know it.”

Sure is a great morning, now…

Now?

With your back turned to him, you mouth the word again in disbelief. What did he mean, “now”?!

Second week of blondie coming in, he ends up seated at the wrong table. Well, not the wrong table, just not the tables you cover. Jeanie’s side of the diner.

You’re writing the orders of a sleepy family on vacation and get distracted by him. He flashes you a dazzling, nervous smile as he walks by you to the nearest empty seat, and waits with fidgeting hands for you to meander his way.

Instead, Jeanie walks by you with an apologetic smile and half-empty pot of coffee in her hand to the blond’s booth. His shoulders fall but he makes an order and a breath you didn’t realize was trapped in your chest melts out.

“ … and an order of hashbrowns–– actually, do you do half orders? I’m not feeling too hungry, is all,” the father finishes.

Aaand crap, you think to yourself, because for the last twenty seconds or so, your hand has been scribbling nothing but hearts over the poor family’s orders. What a way to start a morning.

By the third week, you’ve gotten a feel for his rhythm. Since that day with Jeanie, the blond has stuck to the booth in the far corner of the restaurant that catches the perfect amount of sun without getting too hot–– but most importantly, it’s your table.

“Hey again, sir,” you say, placing the menu straight into his hands. “Coffee?” You raise a brow, offering his usual.

“Thought I came to a diner, not a psychic’s,” is his reply, voice light with humor and just enough of sleep brought roughness to get the skin on the back of your neck to prickle. It’s a lame joke, but you laugh honestly anyway–– a little too hard, maybe, because Jeanie makes kissy faces at you when you go around the counter for the coffee pot. Her squeak and cussing when you kick her in the shin in passing soothe your pride a little.

Out of the few coffee pots sitting, you choose the hottest and freshest one. Not for blondie, of course… You’re just being dutiful in your work, is all… You swing your hip around a grumbling Jeanie and you look up and see him waiting, looking shy and handsome as ever.

Yep, you think as you pour him a cup, I’m just good at my job, is all.

Blondie swallows a lump in his throat and asks how you’ve been doing and as you lean on his table and look at his stupidly pretty face from above, you really can’t deny it anymore.

This man, pretty and in need of a few home cooked meals, has you at his mercy.

Oh, damn.

“Hey, look,” he starts, combing a hand through his short hair… making it all fluffed up. Making you want to run your hands through it, too. “I’ve been coming here a while, and… well, I don’t know your name yet. I’d love to get to know you better.”

He smiles, shaky as a newborn foal, and you wither in the warmest way possible.

Damn it all.

You give him your name–– and you’re maybe a little too eager because your middle name slips in by accident.

Blondie laughs, and he looks so much more relaxed now. It hits you that blondie was just as nervous as you about this, and the whole situation makes you lightheaded.

“Steve,” he says, hand out for you to shake. “I’m Steve Rogers.”

You take his hand in yours and it’s small and soft and perfect. The both of you hold the shake for a little longer than you should, and when he pulls back his elbow hits the coffee mug and sends it rolling, hot coffee spilling all over the table.

Steve curses, apologizing–– then apologizes for cursing, as you both rush to pile napkins over the mess. You’ll get an earful from Jeanie about having your head in the clouds and how you’ve done too good a job of reeling Steve in, but it’s worth it to see his brow furrow and his cheeks glow with embarrassment.

Steve stays until the morning rush is over, talking with you for a quick moment when no one needs help or a refill on their drink. He talks about his ma, a friend named Bucky, and of his passion for drawing. You lean in probably a bit too close, until you’re sitting in the booth across from him. Steve orders a new cup of coffee whenever your boss comes around to glare at the two of you.

“Here,” you place the fresh mug on his table and swing the handle of it over to him. His hand is already reaching for it, though, and his fingers slide up your knuckles and over the back of your hand. For just a second, your heart leaps out of your chest.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, head tucked against his chest and ears on fire, “and thanks.” He takes a sip, turning away from you and his eyes crawling every inch of wallpaper so he doesn’t have to meet your eyes. You’re just as flustered as he is, but he’s looking about as red as a boiled lobster right about now.

Pink, you’ve decided, is a delicious look on him.

“Look alive, sunshine,” Jeanie says a touch on the loud side, “Your boyfriend’s here.”

Turning, confusion written all over your face, is Steve. You want to give Jeanie a swift pinch but he’s watching–– and this time, he’s not alone.

A man is by his side, looking all kinds of fine and polished, but only the second handsomest thing you’ve ever seen. Steve mumbles something to him and nods in your direction. The new man smiles bright as the sun, and the two approach you.

“G’ morning,” Steve says, cheeks looking a little rosier than a second ago.

“Hi,” you say, grabbing two menus for courtesy–– Steve’s long since memorized the menu.

You’re about to lead the two men to Steve’s usual booth when the new man speaks up.

“Hello, sweetness,” he says, nodding at you, “I’ve heard lots about you.”

Brow quirked, you glance at Steve, who looks ready to chew his friend’s ear off when you’re out of sight. It’s another look you find unbearably cute on him.

As they slide into the usual booth, Steve fuming, you hand them their menus. “All good things, I hope?”

The man chuckles, dropping his angular jaw into his palm. From under long lashes, he looks up at you with what is truly a disarming smile, “Hard to paint you in a better light from what I’ve heard, honestly.”

At this, Steve kicks his friend from under the table, and rather hard from the yelp you get from the unfamiliar man.

“Two coffees, please,” Steve grits out. His hands are clenched white around the plastic menu and you hear its squeaking between his fingers.

“Sure thing, sugar,” you toss over your shoulder. Steve blushes again and his friend all but leers at him for it. The two boys are really at it, you can tell–– not only are their whispers loud and agitated, but other customers turn around to watch them box at each other. You shake your head.

Two coffees in hand, they stop fighting just as you arrive back at the table. The new man huffs and takes a sip of his coffee as Steve speaks up.

“This is Bucky,” he says, voice still firm, “And I brought him along because I thought he would be better behaved.”

Bucky’s head flies up like he’s about to start another fight and you intervene.

“Ah, well,” you shrug, “you’ve got enough manners for the two of you.”

Bucky holds his chest like you’ve shot him and you can’t help laughing, and they both seem to soften a little bit at that, then conversation and banter and the slightest bit of flirting flow easily. As it was with just the two of you before, you end up leaning on the table, then into Steve’s side of the booth. You tell them you’re just giving your feet a rest, but Bucky grins and his eyes flit between you and Steve. He looks proud, chest all puffed out and cheeks near sore from how wide he’s been smiling.

You turn to see what Bucky finds so interesting, and you have to stop yourself from bumping noses with Steve. He reels back and turns his head to cough a little to excuse himself, and you’re stuck with a fluttering feeling in your belly.

Bucky’s smiling but has the grace to change the topic.

The vinyl seat squeaks when you lean back into it, and you can see Steve’s hand just a few inches from yours. His fingers tap the seat restlessly, and he is looking at Bucky so intently that you’re sure he’s ignoring how close your hands are.

You roll your eyes but can’t stop your heart from leaping when you loop your pinky finger around his. Steve jolts and whips his head to look at you, then your hands, and back to you again. He’s got to be the least subtle person on the planet, honestly. Bucky’s continuing on with his story but snickering through it.

You really can’t recall a single word he says, though, because Steve squeezes your pinky against his then holds your hand fully. His hand is small and slim but it’s the shape of joy and happiness, and you think to yourself that you don’t want to go another day without his fingers entwined with yours.

It’s safe to say that Bucky’s rambling fell on deaf ears for the rest of their time in the diner.

“Are you doing anything after this?” Steve asks one day, after you take his bill and empty cup from him. You’re startled by his words, but not as much as he seems to be–– redness creeps up his neck until he’s covered with it and he raises his arms up in wild gesticulation.

“Not to assume, or pressure you into anything,” he stammers, “but I thought it would be nice to talk to you outside of this place. I-It’s a nice place, not to say it isn’t, but I just–– I wanted to take you out to–”

Steve just completely stops talking after those words. “Take you out,” he said.

Take you out…

Take you out!

“I’m sorry, I just––”

“Yes.”

Steve’s eyes widen at your interruption. The clatter of silverware and the easy conversation of other patrons fade away. He swallows, and chokes a little.

“Pardon?”

“Don’t make me say it again, Rogers.”

“No, it’s just–– did you hear me right?” Steve’s in disbelief, head tilted slightly. Though he’s the one asking you out, in this moment he really believes you’ve absolutely lost your mind.

You take a pause. Doubt creeps in and your worst nightmare seems to be unfolding right before you. “Well, gee… I sure hope I did.”

The conversation dies out again for a second. Both of you are at a loss for words.

“Um,” you begin.

“Well,” he says at the same time.

At this moment, you want nothing more than to claw your hair out and crawl into the kitchen freezer. Steve looks like he’s going to sprint out of here.

Not knowing what else to say, you default to, “Coffee?”

“Please,” Steve breathes out heavily, slumping his body back into the seat. Truth be told, this went way worse than he anticipated.

As you walk back to the counter, colors and sounds blur. Red becomes yellow becomes blue, and everything is much too loud. The coffee pours slow into a mug and you see every little chip in the handle and the coffee stains on the side of the mug.

Your apron feels too tight, too itchy. Jeanie is a few tables away–– you could probably give her the mug, tell her you’re leaving town, and catch a Greyhound to the other side of the country, all by noon today if you make the move now.

It’s all for moot, though. Your feet remember the steps and you end up by Steve’s side without remembering the walk over.

“Here,” you place the cup in front of him.

His head is in his hands and when he looks up, he stares straight ahead. His hands drag over his face and you’ve never seen a man as tortured as him.

“Thanks.”

You don’t know what to do, so you just stand before him, hands wrestling and sweaty. You can’t not look at Steve, how nervous and conflicted he looks. It’s worrying you, honestly… Did you really hear him wrong?

“I, um,” Steve shakes his head. “Wow.”

You’re cursing yourself for every little look and glance you’ve ever exchanged with Steve, cursing yourself for introducing yourself to him, for ever walking up to his table. You curse yourself for taking this stupid job, for living in New York, for falling in love with this beautiful mess of a man and––

“Okay, let me try again.”

Steve turns in his seat to face you.

“Look, I like you.” He takes a deep breath. “I really like you. And I’d like to take you out on a date, if that’s what you want. If you like me and want that, too.”

And just like that, all the air leaves you. You’re close to fainting, you think, with the relief that just coursed through you.

Steve looks like he’s bracing for impact, for you to physically attack him with the way his eyes are clenched shut and shoulders hiked up high on his neck.

In a way, he’s right–– you launch yourself at him and throw your arms over his shoulders to kiss him firm on the mouth.

You feel his eyelashes brush your face as his eyes shoot open, not expecting this in the least. They close shortly after, returning the kiss and his hands landing on your waist to pull you closer to him.

The kiss lasted no more than a few seconds, but Steve’s winded and gasping when you pull away from him. It probably doesn’t help that you’ve landed, basically, in his lap during the kiss.

“Sorry,” he says, “It’s my asthma.”

For some reason, that leaves you laughing, an absolutely side-splitting and tear-jerking fit of laughter. Steve joins in too, though he’s not sure why.

Your forehead is pressed against his shoulder and his hands on your waist feel like the most blissful, comforting sensation you’ve ever felt. You jolt up with a gasp, however, when you remember.

“You need to pay.”

“What?” Steve asks, incredulous. Sure, he had no intention of asking you to a date then letting you pay for it yourself–– the first time at least–– but he couldn’t deny you outright saying it was a bit rude.

“The coffee.”

He looks over at the cooling mug of coffee that sat untouched. He can’t help laughing again, head rolling back against the seat.

“I don’t know why I offered you it, honestly,” you say sheepishly, and pull back from him a little. His lap probably wasn’t the best place to sit yourself on during work hours, as much as you wished you could sit back down and get kissed senseless, you really needed the work.

“I don’t know why I bought it!” Steve stands, seems to want to move closer to you. He slides his hand into yours, pinky first, and continues. “How about I settle this cup and meet you at the door?”

Your grin is cheshire-like, and you steal a look at the clock. Your shift is over in seconds, thankfully. “I’ll see you there.”

Steve takes a moment of holding you close, his eyes keep sliding back to your lips. He leans in and kisses you again, and this time you allow yourself to melt. Kissing him is sweet and soft and the slightest bit slick–– it’s electrifying and you can’t wait to see all the different kinds of ways he can make you feel with his kiss.

He pulls away and you purr, tongue flicking out to your bottom lip. It catches Steve’s eye, of course, and he reddens and his breath gets caught in his throat.

“Go on,” he struggles to say, voice hoarse and a little strained.

You all but skip back to the counter, untying your apron and throwing it in the back.

You pass Jeanie on your way out, Steve’s thrown a handful of coins on the counter, and you loop your arm in his. Jeanie watches you turn the corner with your head on Steve’s shoulder, walking away from the commotion the two of you caused in the diner from all that tense confession mess and PDA.

“Fools, the two of them,” she shakes her head, “Lovestruck and absolute fools.”

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Erin and Ania are like holy fuck I can’t even. But for real Neil sees Abby as a mother figure in the book so like is it the same for Ania? Andrew too? Idek I just need to know their relationships with everyone

It’s time I map out their relationships anyways lol so thanks, love!

Let’s start with the lovely Ania

Dan, Allison, and Ania are roommates. It’s tough after Seth’s death bc Ania has to face her all the time. Erin tells Allison her theory too so Allison is avoiding Ania so :////

Dan is essentially what Matt was to Neil. She sees Ania and her first thought is ‘baby’. She adopts her so fast. Every morning before class, she’ll pinch Ania’s cheeks and kiss her fingers, chef-style Idk man. It’s just something my mom does to me ok. Let me be soft.

Renee rooms with Erin so Ania isn’t comfortable with her. Anyone that can spend the night in a room with that girl has to be hardcore.

Allison also gives Ania a lot of shit about her wardrobe. At some point it starts to get to her so when the monsters head to the mall, Erin catches Ania drifting towards the girl’s section on her own. She’s high so she follows her around, prodding her about it. When Ania tells her, there’s this moment where Erin’s drug haze parts for a second. Ania could have sworn that she saw anger flashing in Erin’s eyes for half a second. She shrugs it off until Allison shows up at the dorms with a bruise on her jaw. Erin knows Ania hides her body bc scars and bc she doesn’t like men staring at her. She refuses to let Allison shame Ania into doing something she doesn’t want to. In general, Allison and Ania have a rocky relationship because Erin keeps interfering. After Christmas, the two of them end up getting along a lot better bc they bond while Allison covers Ania’s bruises with makeup. Also after Christmas, Ania and Renee trade dorms so she and Allison aren’t in constant contact. Part of their friction was due to the amount of time they spent together. A lot of things have happened to Allison this year and the fact that she constantly has to see the source of a lot of her problems makes it hard for her to heal.

I’ve considered Fem!Nicky but I personally prefer Gay/Lesbian solidarity between him and Erin a lot better so yeah (However if you want me to run a few Fem!Nicky hcs, hmu and I’ll do it. She won’t be a part of the fem!verse but it would be fun). He’s exactly the way he is in canon. However, he is constantly trying to set Ania and Erin up and Erin? Doesn’t? Stop? Him? She’s so desperately in love with Ania that if Nicky wingmanning for her is what it takes to win her over, then she’ll take it. She also has a really dirty sense of humor. The jokes he makes fuel her late-night fantasies.

Aaron is disgusted with Nicky and, more importantly, himself. Ania is incredibly beautiful and he’s incredibly straight. He doesn’t like her bc he’s so gone for Katelyn. That doesn’t make Ania any less pretty. He finds himself staring at her all the time but so does every other fox so he doesn’t feel bad.

Katelyn thinks Ania is hot. She’s bi but leans heavily towards guys. It takes Aaron a long time to unlearn his homophobia but he manages it because Katelyn is bi and he couldn’t possibly hate anything about her. Once Riko is gone and Ania is safe, she starts to develop feelings. I mean, she always had feelings but now she doesn’t try to suppress them. She lets herself want to be friends with people. Katelyn happens to be at the top of her list. While the twins are with Bee at their sessions, Katelyn and Ania hang out. Sessions are only an hour/hour and a half long so the girls just grab a soda together or go window shopping in Reddin. I hc Katelyn as a genuinely sweet VSCO girl. Let me have this! Ania has a grunge/goth aesthetic because Erin buys her clothes for her but she thinks Katelyn’s clothes are cute too. Erin wants to hate the thousands of scrunchies and anklets she finds strewn across the dorm but they make Ania so happy. Once on a double date, on Bee’s insistence, Katelyn catches sight of a bubblegum pink scrunchie in Erin’s hair. It’s a stark contrast to her all-black outfit but it’s really cute. When Aaron goes to grab their drinks from the barista, Katelyn tells her so making sure to stay well out of Erin’s reach. Erin just grunts and turns to look out the window. The twins don’t blush with their whole face. Instead, their ears turn red. With Erin’s hair pulled up and out of the way, Katelyn has no trouble seeing her burning red ears. It’s progress!

Ania spends a lot more time out at Evermore as a kid than Neil did. As a result, she was really close to Kevin and Riko. She only knew Jean for like a month before she dipped. I got a request for Fem!Jean so you’ll see Ania’s relationship with Jeanie soon. Kevin sees her as a baby sister. He and Kayleigh were actually at the hospital when Ania was born. There’s a baby photo back at Kayleigh’s old house of 3yr old Kevin carrying a newborn Ania. He’s crying rivers in it. There’s an actual video of it as well. In it, Kay asks him why he’s crying. “She’s sho shmall!” little Kevin sobs. “Can I keep her? Pleashe, mom. I’ll be nice to her and take care of her and I’ll tell her I love her all the time.” You can hear someone laughing in the background. The camera pans across the room to reveal Wymack sitting in a chair by the door, cackling

TANGENT BUT I WANT TO TALK ABOUT WYMACK FOR A MINUTE! So Wymack and Kay are friends with some obvious benefits. He flips his shit when Kevin is born because what if that’s his kid??? Kay is just like, I was with a lot of guys and brushes it off. She’s lying through her teeth. Wymack is the only man she’s ever loved. Tetsuji is salty and I will go into this in another post but I think that Tetsuji really hated Kevin because he was Kay’s son but not his. I absolutely believe that Tetsuji was in love with Kayleigh Day and was pissed when she had a kid. Anyway, Wymack flies out to Ireland a lot to check up on Kay and Kevin because Kay is crazy. How could the inventor of exy not be? It’s literally murder lacrosse. He goes out to make sure Kay isn’t overworking herself and bc Kev has no father figure. Kev grows up knowing Wymack and absolutely adores him. When Kay dies, Wymack wants custody of Kevin. Kay knows who the Moriyamas are and recently she and Tetsuji have been fighting a lot. She’s scared that something is going to happen to her so she writes her will and emphasizes that she wants her son sent to Wymack if she dies. Her fight with Tetsuji comes to a head and the car ‘accident’ happens. It’s not an accident. Tetsuji ordered her killed in a fit of rage. He’s devastated when it actually happens. He loved her and now she’s dead. Well, who’s fault is that, ya dumb bish? He flies out for the funeral and so does Wymack. Tetsu finds the will first and is anger. He has it burned and has Nathan forge a new one where he gets custody of Kev. It breaks Wymack’s heart bc now he thinks Kay didn’t want him around Kev. Kevin is five and he’s crying because his mom is dead and now he can’t live with Wymack. He calls Wymack Dad and Wymack can’t do anything about this. Instead, he just hugs little Kev close and tells him it’ll be okay. Wymack tells Kev that Tetsu has a niece his age. Maybe Kev and Riko can be friends. Maybe they’ll even get married. Kevin says that’s disgusting and Wymack laughs a hollow laugh. Anyway, that’s how Kev gets shipped to Evermore. Tetsu doesn’t allow Wymack near Kev bc he knows the truth. The reason why Wymack always has a sports channel on because he used to keep it on in case Kev ever showed up. He watched every one of Kev’s games and interviews and everything. Wymack doesn’t get to be there to watch Kev grown up so he just watched from a distance. I'm not crying you are.

Wymack is a father figure to Ania and Erin. He’s there when Ania is born bc he went to visit Kay and Kev who were in Baltimore to meet baby Nathania. Kay carts him out to the hospital to meet her too. Nathan Wesninski was not in the room when his daughter was born. He doesn’t even meet her until she’s six months old. Wymack is the first man Nathania meets and she doesn’t even know. Mary didn’t want to hand Nathania over to Wymack but she and Kay are friends and she knows that he’s her baby daddy. Wymack doesn’t recognize Ania because he only knew her for a month when she was a newborn. Of course he doesn’t recognize her. However, he thinks about her a lot. She’s actually the first baby he’s ever held. He didn’t get to hold Kevin until he was two. Wymack treats Ania the same way he treats Neil but he puts in a bit of extra care bc he knows about Millport incident.

Abby is definitely as much of a mom figure as she was to Neil. However, after she shows her her scars, Ania gets a lot closer to her. She refuses to tell her things but when Erin gets sent to Easthaven, Ania has a hard time staying at the dorms. She spends all her time at the court bc she has to. She hides in the library bc it’s the one place she wouldn’t see Erin anyways. She crashes at Abby’s a few times because there are times she can’t stand the thought of going back to the dorms without feeling the brush of Erin’s hand on the back of her neck.

Oh. That’s a thing. Every night after midnight practice n Kev has gone to his room, Ania says goodnight to Erin. Erin will trail her hand across the back of Ania’s neck as she passes in response. It makes Ania shiver because her neck is as much of an erogenous zone as Erin’s is. Erin always watches it out of the corner of her eye bc God it’s the most amazing thing she’s ever seen. It makes her feel. Ania doesn’t really realize???? She’s so dumb. She knows it makes her feel good but she just can’t for the life of her figure out why.

It’s time I addressed the real psycho lesbian… While Erin’s is a facade, Riko is genuinely psychotic. She’s seven types of crazy. Actually, it skews a little more yandere but I will go into depth about it in the Fem!Jean fic. Rn, I’ll try to keep it short. Riko has her first crush when she’s eight? Nine? She kisses her crush on the cheek when she’s ten and Tetsuji… doesn’t take it well to say the least. The bit about it’s easier to remain straight? It’s the thing Kevin hears Riko say to herself every morning in front of the mirror. Regardless, Riko never gets over that first crush. Riko will never not miss Nathania Wesninski. When she finds out who Ania really is? She loses it. It’s fate, she tells herself. She will have Ania or die trying. Christmas at Evermore is a thing so I mean, I guess she does have Ania :( But she wants Ania to love her. She tells Ania as much and Ania spits in her face. :)

Most of Erin’s relationships are the same except for the Matt and Renee thing I covered earlier. The only other one that changes is Kevin. I know I say this a lot, but she really thought Ania and Kev would be a thing. She says no to Kevin for everything bc she’s petty. Kevin has always gotten everything that he wanted handed to him on a silver plate. Now he’s taking the one thing she really wants. If he gets Ania, he can’t have anything else. Again, I’ll cover her relationship with Jean later.

Thanks again your ask <3

Edit: I'm really tired and have a quiz tomorrow but I forgot to talk about Cleo. I'll make a separate post about her so stay tuned for that!!!

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