#it's also funny to me that this very well could have been Halloween
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inevitability- nanami x f!reader
tags: friends to lovers, salaryman!nanami, breeding, unprotected sex, fingering, missionary, mating press, creampie, mild cumplay
cw: alcohol (all sex sober & consensual!), pregnancy mentions, rough but v v consensual sex, reader and nanami are both in their late 20s/early 30s
word count: 5.3k
a/n: in which your decide with your good friend of many years that it's time to get you pregnant <3 this has been festering in my brain and i know it's pretty different than what i usually write but ! here it is! ahh! sounds of me screaming!
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"this is weird, y'know?" you blurt out, watching as nanami hangs up his jacket by your front door before settling down beside you on the couch. he keeps a respectful distance, resting his hands on his broad thighs and smoothing down the fabric of his slacks, clearly nervous. "this is very, very weird. like, weird at levels i don't think people have achieved before."
"i know," nanami replies diplomatically, as if he could be anything but excruciatingly aware of how unconventional this is. "are you having second thoughts? because i completely understand --"
you shake your head abruptly. "no, no, just ... thinking aloud, i guess. just getting used to this, because it's really ... um ..."
"weird?" nanami offers helpfully, and you turn to nod.
"weird."
because what else do you call agreeing to have a baby with your platonic friend of 10 years?
you first met nanami on the second day of college and knew right away he'd be a good dad, even back when having kids wasn't even a consideration for you. it was obvious; he was already a good dad back then, with how he looked out for his underclassmen even as he progressed through his degree. how he stayed sober when he knew people would be going overboard, not sleeping until you texted him to confirm you'd gotten home safe after a party.
he helped you study at the weekends and, in return, you provided him with a discount at the local cafe where you worked. through this time spent knocking back americanos and proofing each other's work, you grew close.
even with all his responsibility and good sense contrasting your exuberance and recklessness, you found yourself enjoying being with him. and he could be funny, too, delivering sharp and witty quips when you least expected it.
you became inseparable. insufferable, some would call it; the matching-halloween-costume type of insufferable, a borderline codependent but obliviously happy friendship that can only be fostered on a college campus.
then right after college, when you had dived straight into your quarter-life crisis and dyed your hair every colour under the sun, got piercings in too many places, slept with questionable people and dated some even worse, nanami had gotten himself a decent, impressive, well-paying job. it was a job that had him wearing tailored suits at 23, paired with fancy glasses that cost more than your rent, and you'd laughed at him, at how serious he looked. but you also worried at how the bags under his eyes grew deeper and darker, how the amused lilt to his voice started to dissipate as time went on.
his 9 to 5 turned to an 8 to 6, and then he was working weekends and skipping movie nights, missing out on meeting new boyfriends of yours, fading into the periphery of your life with you unable to do anything about it.
as with all relationships in your twenties, it was hard to stay in touch. the higher he climbed up the career ladder, the further you grew apart.
soon, it was only on holidays or birthdays when you both would reach out, cordial and civil but achingly unfamiliar.
then, on your twenty-ninth birthday, drunk at a bar and having taken a couple minutes away from your raucous friend group, you had stepped outside to grab some fresh air only to walk head-on into nanami's firm chest.
you had spluttered apologies, lifting your head to see who you had headbutted, only to find your old friend looking down at you with an amused look on his face.
and just like that, things picked up where they left off. you spent the night talking, catching up over drinks and laughter.
with a tone that was only half-teasing, you had asked him what brought him out tonight -- it was hard enough to get him to come out for drinks when you were both in college, much less now with his big fancy job.
but he had laughed in that gentle, airy way you'd heard a thousand times, explaining that he had been out socialising with clients who had just left minutes before. he was just on his way out before running into you.
perfect timing. painfully perfect.
you stayed talking until last call, making exhilarated promises to get in touch the next day.
and to your surprise, you both actually stuck to that.
in the ten months since then, you've met up every sunday for breakfast at your favourite cafe. over lattes and freshly baked croissants, you fill each other in on the details of the half-decade spent apart. he had a serious girlfriend, serious to the point of moving in together, but she'd gotten spooked and left him last summer to go travelling. he was hurt, obviously, but understood her perspective in that annoyingly calm, measured way that is just part of his nature.
and on your end -- despite the drunken circumstances in which you'd been reacquainted, which is all part of moderation, after all -- you've actually calmed down considerably since your early twenties.
you have your own apartment. you have a rescue cat you care for immensely, even when he tries wriggling out of your arms to go stare out the window at passing cyclists. you have a retirement fund, started yoga, learned to bake your own bread.
you're not boring, you still have fun and let off steam whenever you can, but you're having the sort of revelations about life that nanami seems to have had years ago.
fun is good. fun is important. but it can't be everything, because then it starts to come at a cost.
truthfully, the birth of your nephew is what prompted you to make some changes. you didn't want to show up to babysit hungover. you wanted to have funds to hand in order to treat him to little toys and sweets when your sister allowed it, and soon found yourself amazed at how his little face lit up every time he saw you.
it made you grow up, and fast.
in the course of your cafe hangouts, you had mentioned your nephew to nanami. showed pictures of the boy's pudgy little hands reaching for the camera, told stories of how he could tell the difference between new episodes of Bluey versus reruns, and how he's changed your entire life without even realising.
soon, talk about your nephew turned to general musings about your own future.
then one night, when you decided to switch your meetup location from the cafe to a cocktail bar, you shared something that you had barely admitted to yourself.
you wanted to have a kid.
this realisation wasn't borne from some crisis about entering a new decade, it wasn't something forced on you by others or general societal pressure. it was something that grew organically, inspired by the honour of watching your little nephew grow up.
to your surprise, nanami didn't scoff or dismiss you. you figured he'd have rolled his eyes, laughing off your confession since you weren't in a committed relationship.
instead, he expressed similar sentiments, but for slightly different reasons.
"i'm sick of work being my whole life," he had mused quickly, sipping an old fashioned with a funny look in his eye. "it was only when we started hanging out again that i realised how much of my life I've wasted at a place that wouldn't care if i lived or died."
"do i need to be worried about you having the type of rebellious streak the rest of us went through ten years ago?" you asked, smiling and fidgeting with one of your rings without thinking.
he waved off your suggestion with a fond roll of his eyes. "i'm not impulsively quitting or anything, don't worry. just want to take a step back, i suppose, or find something with shorter hours. i just think there's more to life than endless hours slaving behind a desk."
you toasted to that sentiment, knocking back the last of your cosmo.
nanami continued, watching you set your empty glass back down with a soft grin on his lips. "the whole family, kids thing ... i get it, you know? it makes sense."
"yeah?" you pried carefully, interested to see where this is going.
"i'd be lying if i said i didn't think about it, too. i have a nest egg saved up which means i'd be able to take time off to help with a kid, to actually be there to see them grow up. and it's not that i want to have one just because i think i need to -- i think i'd be decent at it, y'know? the whole parenting thing."
you obviously agreed. you'd thought the same for a while now, and getting reacquainted with the man has only spurred on those thoughts.
he really would be perfect.
the issue wasn't discussed further that night, but it was brought up again at coffee the following sunday, then at the bakery the week after that, and before long, it was your birthday again.
after a massive party with all your friends and family -- and a little too much wine -- nanami had stayed behind to help you clean up, because of course he would, and you got to talking again, got to revisiting that topic that had been at the back of both of your minds.
you can't remember the exact wording of the discussion or how many bottles of prosecco fuelled the conversation, but what you do know is that when you sobered up, you didn't regret agreeing to it.
you were gonna have a kid together.
you and nanami.
coparenting.
as outlandish an idea as it might seme on the surface, when looking at it a little deeper, it made sense to you. this wasn't decided on a whim. this was something that had momentum building behind it for months and months, perhaps even years, without you even realising.
when meeting up for coffee the following week, you both gave each other an out. said there'd be no big deal if things were called off. but neither one of you took it, despite laughing for what felt like hours about how bizarre it all felt.
still, no sign of backing out.
which brings you to tonight, the agreed-upon date of when you'd start trying.
nanami had suggested using artificial fertility methods if that made you more comfortable, but you politely turned him down, thinking it unnecessary. he wasn't a stranger -- plus, you'd be lying if you said he wasn't objectively attractive -- so if he had no objections to trying things the old-fashioned way, then you didn't either.
and he obviously didn't mind too much since he's now here on your couch, folding his arms and then unfolding them as he waited for you to make the first move.
he looks good, despite all the nerves. he's filled out over the years, though he was always strong, with every muscle in his body well-defined and perfectly proportional. his hair is still blond but with the faintest specks of grey, his skin brighter and more well-rested than that night you got reacquainted.
his deep brown eyes stay fixed on you and your skin heats as his gaze traces over you.
"do you want me to kiss you?" you break the silence, the words tumble messily from your mouth.
he looks taken aback, as if this was something he'd vaguely considered but never thought would actually happen.
"do ... do you want to?"
his earnestness has you smiling, cutting through the tension, and you meet his eyes properly for the first time since he arrived tonight. he always has this way of making you feel comfortable, his presence alone is like an embrace that calms the racing thoughts that constantly occupy your mind.
it's only now that you're close, so close, you realise that maybe you really do want to --
"i wouldn't suggest it otherwise," you murmur softly as if your heart isn't hammering against your ribcage, shifting nearer to him on the couch but keeping that last bridge of distance for him to close.
his tongue swipes over his lower lip, almost subconsciously demonstrating his wishes as his line of sight drifts down to your mouth. he nods then, dipping his head, only a couple inches of space between you now.
"yeah -- yeah, okay."
you can see how his pupils dilate as you reach out to slip his glasses off, setting them down on the coffee table, cupping his face in your hands.
he returns your smile at that gesture, just the slightest hint of nerves in his eyes that disappear when he finally decides to press your lips to yours.
his lips are softer than you imagined ... though until this very moment, you hadn't even realised that this was something you had imagined.
he lets you set the rhythm but doesn't shy away; he meets your movements, your energy at every kiss, letting you stop for a moment to adjust yourself as things progress.
this should feel weird, right? you should have some lingering feeling of awkwardness at making out with your best friend, at taking his hand in yours and setting it down on your thigh to show you want him to touch you?
this was supposed to be a relatively unromantic event, after all. it wasn't meant to be the start of anything. though it was never clinical or unemotional -- you're technically starting a family together, after all, if an entirely unconventional one -- you never foresaw it going down like this.
this feels like something that was meant to happen.
he pulls back ever-so-slightly, lips still grazing against yours as he asks softly, "this okay?"
you nod by way of answer, not wanting to waste another second not kissing him. nanami captures your lips with his again, and with renewed enthusiasm, slips his tongue into your mouth, probing gently and barely hiding the low rumble of a groan deep in his throat.
all thoughts of propriety start to fade into the ether. his hand on your thigh burns hot, shifting up and down the exposed skin. you'd worn a nice dress for the evening, unsure of the dress code for an event as strange as this, but you find yourself grateful for choosing something that fell so far above the knee.
his hands are rougher than his lips but not in an unpleasant way. you figure it's from his only out-of-work hobby that doesn't consist of hanging out with you; his renovation group. nanami is part of a volunteer organisation that helps build and renovate houses for those in need -- as if he couldn't get any more painfully perfect, obviously.
you stay like that for a few more minutes, exploring these new sensations and becoming increasingly more aware of the ball of anticipation burning in your lower stomach. everywhere he touches you feels warm, every soft nip against your lips feels electric.
then, against every instinct in your body, you force yourself to pause to take a few steadying breaths. nanami responds in the same way, pulling his hands back to his own thighs, adjusting his stance on the couch.
he's hard, you can see as much from the awkward way he shuffles in his seat. not to mention the bulge very obviously visible in the front of his slacks -- just seeing it fills you with want, with the need to touch and be touched.
this is moving more fluidly than you had expected, arriving at each decision without a second thought. in that vein, you decide to ask:
"want to head to the bedroom?", hoping you don't sound as desperate as you're feeling. "if you're ready -"
"yes," he responds before you've even finished your sentence. you feel grateful that the eagerness is not one-sided as you get to your feet, taking nanami by the hand to pull him up with you.
when you've reached your room and the door is shut behind you, revealing the modest set up of your freshly-made bed and a single scented candle -- any more than that felt a little too forced, too awkward -- you marvel at the feeling of nanami's hands on your hips, somehow gentle and firm at the same time, manoeuvring you onto the bed with a pre-rehearsed confidence that never verges on forceful.
your head hasn't even hit the pillow before he's kissing you again like he's starving for it. it's messy this time, the gentle exploration from before giving way to something more primal and urgent.
you have to remind yourself that this is your nanami you're kissing. the nanami who was there for you through the most painful college breakups. the nanami who knows your coffee order, who helped zip up the back of your graduation dress.
but now, with his tongue against yours and the stiffness pressing against your stomach, all you can think is why you didn't do this sooner?
just as you're about to combust underneath him, he pulls back, balancing himself on an elbow as his eyes flick down to see how your dress is bunched at the top of your thighs. he closes his eyes, his breaths ragged and unsteady.
"i don't know how--" he whispers, tongue gliding over his kiss-slick lips, "how ... technical you might want to go about this."
you let out a little laugh, craning your neck to kiss his jawline so he knows it's not at his expense.
"i never really thought about the technicalities, but it doesn't have to be too clinical, or anything. i know you, you know me. we can just ... have sex."
"have sex," he repeats slowly, eyes open again, the hint of a grin on his face.
"yeah, have sex!" you answer with a chuckle. "or is there another way you'd like me to phrase it?"
he laughs then too, looking at you again as he shakes his head softly.
"what?" you press him with a mock indignance. "it's rude to laugh at my suggestion, actually. i felt it was pretty accurate."
"i'm not laughing at you," he says gently, lips still curved upwards. "just ... i must have pictured you saying those words a thousand times, and i never thought it -- it's just funny to hear out loud, is all."
it takes you a second to fully comprehend the words as they wash over you.
you'd be ignorant to say that the realisation never dawned on you, but it was something you thought was a relic of your college years. he had blushed a few times too many whenever the topic of sex came up at parties, had a hint of jealousy in his voice when giving advice about one particular ex-boyfriend. at your apartment complex's winter party in senior year, you can tell he was thinking about kissing you.
but that was when you were young and naive, inexperienced with life, and the thought of this nanami desiring you, of picturing you in his life, of imagining what you'd look like spread out underneath him like this --
you lift your head and grab his shirt collar, yanking him in for another kiss. when he's settled back against you, your hands weave down to unbutton his shirt. you feel him smile against your lips as he starts to unzip your dress in return.
you're a mess of limbs as items of clothing get strewn across your bedroom carpet. before long, it's all skin-on-skin, the heat of his body pressed against yours before he grabs your waist and flips you over until you're straddling him.
you feel the length of him pressed against your stomach, hot and painfully hard, but from the way he cups his hand against your neck and starts to kiss your throat, you know he's not going to rush this.
just as you gasp out his name as his teeth nip against your pulse point, he brings his other hand to the apex of your thighs, fingertips resting just over your pubic bone, barely brushing against the sensitive skin.
"want me to touch you?" he mumbles quietly against your throat, the way his breath fans over you making you shiver.
you nod pitifully, hips canting towards him, but he doesn't budge.
"need you to say it," he says low, quiet, thumb shifting down by the millimetre, "need to know how much you want it."
"i want it," you gasp, the arch of your back deepening the closer he gets to your aching core, all concerns about appearing desperate evaporating with every press of his lips to your skin. "i want it, kento, p- please touch me."
nanami obliges, fingertips trailing down until his thumb is brushing over your clit. he slides his hand lower, fingers slipping through your damp lips, and then uses your own wetness to start rubbing you in earnest.
any form of articulate thought slips from your mind, replaced with only those that can get you more of this -- nanami's fingers playing with your clit, the other hand possessively resting at your nape, his cock pressed between you with precum beading at the tip.
you want it in your mouth. you want it inside you, and as you go to shift your hips, nanami shifts his back.
"want to see what you look like when you come first," he says, slipping his middle and ring finger inside you as if to prove he's going about it the right way.
and he really is, because after only a few strokes of his fingers, your vision is getting hazy. you've never been this turned on so quickly before, never felt this desperate, all-consuming urge -- but then again, you've never had a man look at you like this before now either.
you try to focus on the sensation of his fingers stretching you open, his thumb still stroking your clit in the perfect rhythm, but your mind wanders to the thick cock pressed up against you. you want to rub against him, let him fill you up, make him feel good too --
but looking at his face now, pupils blown and lower lip raw from biting down on it, you can tell this is as much for him as it is for you.
less than a minute later it hits you, the explosion of warmth radiates out to every cell in your body, rendering you a boneless mess in nanami's arms.
he holds you as the aftershock subsides, strong arms keeping you steady even when your legs feel as though they've turned to jelly. when you feel capable of supporting yourself, you slide ungracefully from where you were perched on his thighs and fall back against your pillows, head spinning blissfully.
nanami leans down next to you and kisses your forehead, whispering words of praise that fill you with a strange sensation you can't quite place.
"want to take a break?" he ask after a few moments have passed, "or if you're tired, we can try again later --"
"no," you cut him off, turning your head to look at him directly, face splitting into a smile through the post-orgasm haze. "i just need a second is all, i still -- if you want to --"
"i do."
and so to ease yourself back into it, you kiss him slowly, intimately, bodies gently intertwining as he shifts closer to you on the bed. you guide his hands to your chest, gasping as his thumb circles a nipple.
"you're just ... beautiful in a way i don't really have words for," he mumbles, watching you squirm pleasurably under him.
"nanami kento lost for words? a first time for everything," you manage to quip through it all, earning a pinch of the other nipple that turns your laugh into a moan.
"we've plenty more firsts to get through tonight."
at that, nanami shifts halfway down the mattress and gets to his knees, hands gripping your thighs as he spreads them open. he takes his cock in his hand and slowly drags the head through your folds, up and down but not yet penetrating you, appreciating how you're almost sucking him in, the eager way you pull back your legs to accommodate him.
he stays like that for a minute. every time you think he's about to sink in, he holds himself back as if transfixed by the obscene sounds that come from playing with your pussy, of using you to stroke himself off.
he looks to be on the verge of a choice, like his brain is fighting between two options: taking you slow and gentle like you deserve, or sinking in and fucked into you desperately, filling you up until he knows he's bred you, that you're his and only his.
you soon glean that he wants you to actually say it out loud, wants to hear those words he's fantasised about for so long.
"fuck me, kento."
now utterly unable to hold off any longer, he heeds your request, lining up and thrusting inside you in one fluid motion.
it's a pleasant stretch; he's still careful to let you adjust to his size but you're soon relishing the feeling of being so full, and the fucked-out grin on your face spurs him on.
his hips shift back inch by inch until he's almost fully pulled out, letting out a low groan as he sinks back in again, and at that, he knows he's a goner, completely lost to the feeling of his entire length buried inside you.
this is nanami at his most possessive, fucking into you as you're caged in by his strong arms, your knees now pulled back as far as they'll go. the skin on the back of your thighs is raw from your nails digging into them but you don't care, single-minded in your aim to keep the head of his cock brushing against that perfect spot inside you.
your shoulder blades press into your soft pillows as you try to keep from writhing too much, wanting with all of your might to avoid upsetting this perfect rhythm.
above you, nanami's perfect cheekbones are flushed, his brows knit tightly together, your silky walls wrapping tight around his cock in a way that's driving him to the brink sooner than he'd like. against all better judgment, he slows down just slightly, allowing himself to indulge in the sensation.
"you take my cock so well, y'know that?" he mumbles in between quiet grunts, "with that pretty look on your face when i fill you up... you're trying to kill me, i swear to god."
you both laugh breathlessly before yours breaks off in a moan, slurring his name as he speeds up subconsciously. he presses his lips to every inch of your neck, jaw, collarbone, thrusts unrelenting but never too much.
if you weren't already aware of how soaked you are, the slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you provide more than enough proof, melding with the soft squeak of your bedsprings to just about cut through the muffled sound of your moans.
your body now guided more by instinct than intention, you slip your hand down to where your hips are pressed together, two fingers circling the swollen bud of your clit. the angle of his ruts means his cock grazes your fingertips as he pulls out, the desperate rubbing of your hand between your legs spurring him on.
"still want me to come inside you?" he says then, strands of hair coming loose, sticking to his forehead, "want me to fill you up?"
you nod feebly -- the answer clearly not sufficient in itself, since he leans in, pressing his forehead to yours as he meets you for a wet, messy kiss. continuing his question with his lips still touching yours, he asks;
"want me to take care of you? want to be my pretty wife, hm, wanna -- fuck -- wanna be mine, yeah?"
you slur something unintelligible, focusing on the second orgasm gathering quick and hot in your core. you lose your grip on your thighs and fumble to pull your legs back up.
nanami helps to hike your legs back up -- but not in their original position. instead, he guides them until your ankles rest on his shoulders, and after taking just a second to press a kiss to your calf, he sinks back to the hilt. feeling him bottom out, your vision nearly goes white; this new angle allows him to slide in so deep it's practically splitting you open, so deep you can tell he's serious about breeding you.
somehow, the sensation remains just shy of too much -- it's not too much of a stretch or causing too much sensitivity -- it's more than you've ever taken but you honestly feel you could stay like this forever, taking nanami's cock like you were made for it, with him looking down at you with a mixture of reverence and pure lust.
you want him like this for the rest of your life.
"i'm gonna need you to answer, cos I'm pretty close," he half-pleads as if reading your mind, his voice deep and strained, firm chest heaving as the thrusts get messier and less coordinated.
though your mind is near-blank and your lungs feel they can't get enough air, you manage to mumble a "fuck, yes. want -- want you to come inside, kento ... please."
that last word tips him over with you following almost immediately after, clenching around his cock as you feel him pulsing inside you, feeling more full than you've ever felt in your life. his head tips back as he cums, moaning beautiful praise you can just about make out, strands of sentences about you being the only one he wants taking his come, about how he's going to keep fucking you full for as long as it takes.
sparks of electricity reverberate through your body, hips pushing against his as you ride out your orgasm, pretty little whimpers harmonising with nanami's continued praise.
you stay like that for what seems like forever, basking in the wave of pleasure that's just swept you away effortlessly.
everything is just ... warm. purely and blissfully warm. the warmth of his hands still gripping your legs, the warmth of your own breath fanning over your sweaty chest, the warmth between your legs that starts to dribble down the backs of your thighs when nanami pulls out.
for good measure, nanami uses two fingers to push some of his come back inside, grinning as aftershocks pulse around the digits.
you lower your tired legs to rest on the mattress, thighs aching from being bent practically in half, but it's easy to disregard any physical exhaustion when you feel this level of contentment.
nanami's arms are soon wrapped around you, pulling you to rest on top of his chest where you spend some moments of perfect silence.
you can hear his heart beating in his chest, skipping a beat when you angle your head up to meet his gaze again.
"well?" you ask, a smile imbued in your words. "still lost for words?"
"just thinking about how every second of this was worth waiting for," he replies without missing a beat, eyes crinkling at the corners as he watches how his answer flusters you.
with one hand behind his head as he rests of the pillow and the other wrapped around your shoulders, nanami looks more relaxed than you've maybe ever seen him.
this is a man who looked on the verge of a nervous breakdown when you reconnected less than a year ago; he's almost unrecognisable now, the dark circles under his eyes have faded, his face filling out a bit more, the smile on his face entirely genuine.
and in this moment you feel a burst of clarity, a sudden realisation that's eluded you since that first night you met in college.
maybe -- just maybe -- you're as good an influence on him as he is on you.
#nanami x reader#nanami x you#nanami kento x reader#may tries to write#oh lord#im not even going to tell you how long i spent drafting this bad boy#please join me in the brainrot please
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I don't think we're talking enough about how the premise for the 1827 meetup in the cemetery was a date, pure and simple. There was no "uh oh, Aziraphale is in trouble again", no big point in history that both sides needed them to attend, no Arrangement at all... nope, it was an invitation and an accepted invitation. It was literally Crowley saying "hey angel, I saw a thing that you'll find funny (I was thinking about you), come and hang out with me about it" and Aziraphale does.
And I wonder what would have happened next if they hadn't stumbled across grave-robbing Elspeth and her moral dilemma.
#good omens meta#good omens#good omens s2#good omens 2#the resurrectionists#gos2#1827#if anyone wants to write this fic#or already has#i'd love to read it!!#good omens thoughts#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#ineffable spouses#it's also funny to me that this very well could have been Halloween#a duck talks
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everybody talks
pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader
warnings: 18+ only. smut, fluff, a bit of angst. unprotected p in v. dirty talk. nipple play. if i’m missing something that needs to be tagged, pls lmk!
words: almost 7.7k
notes: happy halloween 👻 so i had an idea for reclusive neighbor!bucky meeting reader when she stops by his house with a group of kids for trick or treating, and this is very much not that but i think it still works lol. also, i wrote this in a day? i don’t think i’ve ever written more than like 4k in a day before so, yay me!
i wanted to participate in @witchywithwhiskey’s horror movie hoe-a-thon but i decided so last minute and then thought the deadline was the 31st, but i absolutely read the guidelines wrong bc it was actually yesterday and i missed it lol. i’m linking her event still though bc i did use a quote prompt! 🖤
The loud shaking of the wobbly cart you grabbed in your hurry precedes you as you make your way through the ridiculously crowded grocery store. Normally you would have been mortified - probably would have left the cart and ventured off to grab what you needed sans basket - but you don’t have the time to be concerned about the looks you’re getting as you walk fast down the aisles.
When your sister asked you for help organizing a family halloween party, you didn’t realize she meant an actual little community family friendly party for the street she lived on.
You had gotten two frozen pizzas, a bag of candy, a case of soda, and some random bags of chips you were sure your nieces would love, just last night. That would have certainly been enough for you, your nieces, and both your sisters, but unfortunately, that wasn’t where the guest list ended.
The look on her face when you showed up to her house with just those few things would have been funny if she wasn’t already on the brink of a breakdown.
Her husband was out of town for work and she was doing all the halloween prep for Sid herself, thus why she enlisted your help with the party and your younger sister’s help for the trick or treating plans.
Before she could snap and completely lose her cool on you, you were already rushing to the front door, keys still in hand, promising you’d be back within the hour and she had nothing to worry about.
That’s how you found yourself among the crowd of the woefully unprepared this afternoon.
You loaded the cart with six more frozen pizzas, three family servings of the deli’s hot and ready fried chicken, two packs of halloween cupcakes, two more cases of soda, an extra case of water, and three boxes of capri suns before you started filling the cart with the halloween party snacks you found in the holiday section.
You were getting a workout as you pushed the basket, less shaky now thanks to the added weight, heading to the candy section to grab a few bags of whatever they had left.
You were distracted by the end cap display as you turned down the aisle and didn’t see the man standing right in front of you, accidentally running into him. Though, running into him sounds like an exaggeration. With how heavy your basket was, and how sturdy the man before you was, it was more like a bump - a love tap. He didn’t even really react to it aside from looking over briefly to you and your basket.
Even still, you apologized profusely, rambling an apology about not looking where you were going before you finally got an actual look at your victim.
Your words stopped almost abruptly when your eyes met with crystal blues. His stare was icy, but not cold, moreso piercing.
He blinked and broke your trance, offering you a shy smile before he looked away.
“It’s okay, you’re fine,” he said, eyes fixed back on the shelves of candy.
He was dressed in dark denim jeans and a black crewneck sweatshirt, his hair was dark and down to just above his broad shoulders, and the stubble that lined his strong jaw suited him well. You didn’t realize you were staring again until he looked back up at you.
You forced yourself to smile then, ignoring the heat you could feel creeping up your neck and rising to your cheeks.
“Sorry,” you offered with a nervous laugh before you forced the cart behind where he stood to go onward.
You could have sworn you saw a blush rising to his cheeks as he smiled to himself, avoiding your gaze, but you weren’t entirely sure.
And you definitely didn’t have the time to ponder on it.
Instead, you began your own search of the shelves to find not only your nieces’ favorites, but your sisters’, too.
They were both working hard to make their kids’ halloween a good one, they deserved a little treat themselves when all the work was done. You, on the other hand, still single and child free, were planning on treating yourself all night. You were there to help, sure, but most of the work wouldn’t be done by you. You were looking forward to seeing them off to trick or treat and plopping down on your sister’s couch to watch movies for the rest of the night - handing out candy, of course, should any kids come by.
Once the party was set up and over, you’d be free for the night and you couldn’t wait.
You were lucky to find most of what you were looking for, but couldn’t seem to find the last kind of chocolates you wanted to get.
As your eyes scoured the shelves, you found yourself looking back over to where the handsome stranger still stood. His brows were furrowed as he held up two boxes of full size candy bars, seeming to be debating between the two.
The look of concentration on his face was endearing, you could almost chuckle at how serious in thought he seemed to be over candy.
You smiled to yourself, returning to your search. As your eyes left the man, traveling instead to the rows of candy in front of him, that was when you saw the bag you needed. In the section right where he was standing, because of course they’d be there.
He huffed in exasperation before you watched him drop both boxes of candy into his cart. He turned to head down the aisle in your direction and his eyes widened slightly when he saw you still standing there.
“Oh, sorry, I’m in your way, aren’t I.”
“No, you’re fine!” You assured him as you left your basket, walking closer to him. “I just needed to grab this,” you said, looking up with the bag in hand. He hadn’t moved from where he stood as you approached, so you were inadvertently in his personal space - but he didn’t make any attempt to move from you. In fact, he looked almost frozen.
His bright eyes were on you, one hand on his cart, the other clenched by his side. He seemed to go a bit ridge at your proximity, like he didn’t want to make any sudden movements, but he relaxed after a second after seeing your soft smile, blinking at you as his cheeks burned.
You quickly backed away, hoping to not make him more uncomfortable and to not embarrass yourself further.
You grabbed onto your cart and looked his way once more, meeting his eye again as his sights were already on you.
You smiled shyly, “Sorry, again, for hitting you,” you offered, “happy halloween.”
He didn’t respond verbally, but he did give you a small nod of acknowledgement.
Your smile grew tighter before you turned and made for the check out, sighing as you rolled your eyes at yourself, mentally chastising yourself for being such an awkward inducing mess.
The lines were long and as you waited, you had to field a call from your sister, promising her you were checking out and would be back at her house soon.
You finally got through the line and were on your way out the sliding door when your cart almost crashed into another. You gasped as you pulled at your cart to stop, the heavy weight carrying it forward, its momentum causing it to almost ram right into the cart beside it.
The doors were only big enough for one cart to go through at a time, so you looked up to offer whoever it was you almost crashed into the lead.
It was your turn for your eyes to widen as you once again were met with those piercing blues.
“I am so sorry, I’m not doing this on purpose, I swear,” you laughed nervously, backing up a bit so he’d have room to go through the doors. “Go for it,” you said.
He shook his head, “Please,” he gestured for you to go in front, “ladies first.”
Had you not been in a hurry, you would’ve argued that he should go ahead, but seeing as your phone was lighting up with messages from your erratic sister, you smiled and pushed on forward. “Thank you,” you breathed.
You were trying not to pay attention as he followed behind you, but when you got to your car, halting your basket at your trunk, you couldn’t help but notice as he stopped next to you.
You looked over at him, and he looked over at you. He smiled this time, popping his trunk, “What are the odds?”
You tittered, not knowing how to respond. You couldn’t help your smile though as you turned back to your trunk and started putting the bags in.
He himself didn’t have much in the way of bags, and was finished putting his stuff away and taking his cart back by the time you were halfway done putting your stuff in your car.
You saw as he approached his door from your peripheral, and looked up and over in his direction as he abruptly stopped just before he was about to pull open his door.
For a second, he looked like he was about to turn around but then thought better of it, reaching for the door handle again before pulling away once more.
He squeezed his car keys in his hand before he turned back around, completely this time. You blinked at him, in a bit of a stupor as he came up to you. You waited for him to speak as he opened his mouth before quickly shutting it, taking a breath, then anxiously licking his lips.
“I’m Bucky,” he introduced himself a bit stiffly before his lip quirked up in a nervous half smile. Your brows raised of their own volition before you gave him your name in turn.
He seemed to be relieved by your reply, as if he was worried you would have ignored him, before he took another step closer to your car. “Can I give you a hand?”
“Oh, uhm, sure. That’d be great, thanks.”
“Big plans for the night?” he asked as he slid the packs of soda and the water into the car.
“My sister is hosting a little halloween party for the families on her street before they head out trick or treating tonight, I’m helping her out with setup and food. But after that,” you sighed, putting a few more bags in, “I’m planning on just watching movies between trick or treaters. Nothing crazy. You?” you asked, looking over to him.
“I’m planning pretty much the same. I don’t know how many trick or treaters to expect, I’m new to the neighborhood and… maybe haven’t been the friendliest neighbor,” he cringed to himself as he grabbed the boxes of juice. “But I got the full size candy bars, so…”
“Sprung for the full size, huh? I’m sure those kids’ll love it. You’ll be the talk of the block,” you joked.
His chuckle had you smiling so hard you had to bite your lip to keep from looking like an idiot.
Bucky took the last of the bags from you and set them carefully down before he closed the trunk for you. You were hanging onto the cart, waiting to say bye before you walked it to its home, as he turned, shoving his hands in his pockets before he spoke. He had that anxious look on his face again, his eyes down at the ground while he licked his lips mindlessly before he met your eye.
“I, uhm,” he seemed to register where his hands were then and took them out of his pockets, “I hope this isn’t too presumptuous of me, but, did you maybe, want to exchange numbers?” he asked, bright blue eyes bearing into yours.
Your lips parted unbidden, eyebrows raising in surprise, or more like shock, as your eyes widened.
“You- you want my number?” you asked stupidly. You didn’t give him a chance to answer though before you continued, “Uhm, yeah,” you nodded, “sure.”
The delicate smile on your lips grew as you reached for your phone.
You exchanged numbers and said your goodbyes before you were finally headed back to your sister’s place.
You were smiling like a fool as you drove, a sense of giddy taking over you. This kind of stuff never happened to you. You were still in a bit of disbelief as you pulled into your sister’s driveway, calling her to help you unload but deciding against telling her about your little grocery store meet cute. At least until the party was underway and her stress levels came down.
—
Grumpy.
That’s the word you would use to describe your current state.
This was not how tonight was supposed to go. You should be lounging on a couch watching scary movies with a bowl full of candy right now, not clopping down the street in your wedges - a last minute costume thrown together as your niece held your hand and pulled you along with her while your sisters and baby niece strolled behind.
Sidney had thrown a fit when she learned you wouldn’t be coming along for trick or treating and only calmed down when you finally relented and agreed. But of course, you couldn’t just go out in what you were already wearing, no, that would be too easy. You absolutely needed a costume.
At your sisters’ and niece’s goading, you were forced to put something together.
You were already in all black, so you snagged the leftover cat ear headband your sister had and made your already done eye look a little more exaggerated. You all left soon after, your niece’s jubilance as she skipped out of the house easing your annoyance at the change of plans. As you started down the driveway, you were cursing yourself for not having brought your sneakers, and your sisters for both having smaller feet than you.
You walked up to house after house with your niece, taking turns switching who was going up to the door every two or three houses. In between houses, you finally told your sisters about the guy you met at the store earlier, how attractive he was, how he helped you load your car, and how he asked for your number before you went your separate ways.
It was nice to be able to talk with them about it, it had been a long time since it had been just the three of you together - no obnoxious boyfriends or overly talkative husbands to interrupt your conversations. You had to say, you were starting to feel a bit more grateful for your niece’s insistence on you joining them.
As you talked to your little sister while she held her daughter, you both watched as your niece tugged on her mom’s hand, refusing to go up the pathway of the house you were now at. As you looked around, you realized everyone else seemed to be avoiding the house, too. You weren’t sure why, though. The porch light was on and there was a cute, though solitary, ghost decoration that would greet you as you walked up the path to the house.
“What is up with that?” you asked aloud.
As your older sister walked back over, she answered your question. “She doesn’t wanna go, she says it’s haunted.”
You fixed your niece with a look, “What do you mean haunted? Who told you that?”
“Evan and Fifi. They said the metal man lives here and he kills anyone who tries to come in.”
“The metal man, huh? Well,” you said, making a point of looking all around the front of the house, “it looks to me like whoever lives here is ready to pass out candy to anyone brave enough to knock. The lights are on, and did you see the ghost up front? They’re probably just as excited about Halloween as you are.”
“No.” she responded flatly.
“No?” you scoffed. “Ohhh, okay,” you exaggerated, “I get it, you’re too scared to go. That’s all you had to say, Sid, no shame.”
“I’m not scared,” she argued, her face scrunched in annoyance at your insult.
“Really? If you’re not scared then why won’t you go knock on the door?”
She floundered for a second before she narrowed her gaze at you. You wanted to laugh at the low growl that radiated from her but held it together.
“We’ll all go,” she finally decided, looking all three of you in the eyes to make sure you were all ready to accompany her.
—
It had been two hours since the trick or treaters had started their nights.
Bucky could hear the laughter and screams of playful fright as family after family and group after group of friends passed by his house.
The bowl of king size candy bars sat on his coffee table untouched as It played on his screen.
Every now and again he’d get up and look out the kitchen window, hoping to see a dead street to make himself feel better about the lack of trick or treaters, but only found the streets full of people.
The more time that passed without a single knock or ringing of his bell, the worse he felt.
He could lie and say he didn’t know why he was taking this so hard, he wasn’t one to complain about his solitude, but truthfully, he knew why.
He had heard the neighbor kids talking about him the other week, telling tales of horror about the metal man who lived next door. If seeing his arm was all it took to spur their tales and ignite their fear of him, God, he didn’t even want to know what would come if they found out even a little bit of his past.
And if it wasn’t the kids starting their own urban legend at his expense, it was the adults who would gossip about him at their backyard barbecues. The mysterious man who lived alone and kept to himself was an easy target for lowly neighborhood gossip, and the few people who had pieced together who he was seemed to be tight lipped about it. Anytime they saw him in public, their eyes would bug and they would quickly avert their gaze, like they were scared what would happen if he knew they knew. It’s not like his identity was a secret, but he wasn’t planning on striking up a conversation with them to let them know that. Especially not when they looked at him like that. Like he was some kind of monster.
Even still, he didn’t want to be the social pariah on the block. He hated to think that anyone was scared or weary of him, though he knew most of them were.
He sighed heavily as he checked the time once again.
So much for that ghost helping to dispel his bad reputation. He’d be requesting the money he spent on it from Sam later, it was his idea for him to get halloween decorations in the first place. He should have known it wouldn’t have helped.
As his phone unlocked with his FaceID, he was tempted to send a message to the woman he’d met earlier in the day. He wasn’t sure what it was about her, but he hadn’t felt so disarmed by someone in a very long time. And the fact that she was gorgeous, and didn’t seem the least bit frightened by him, was a nice feeling, too.
But she was probably watching movies and relaxing by now, he didn’t want to be a disturbance. Tomorrow, though. He’d definitely be messaging her tomorrow.
Another sigh left him as he locked his phone again, tossing it on the coffee table before making his decision.
Bucky paused the movie before he stood, bowl in hand, prepared to take it to the kitchen and shut his porch light off on his way upstairs. It was only gonna get later and he had to accept that no one was going to trick or treat at his house this year.
But just as he was setting the bowl down on the table, he froze.
Was someone actually coming up the porch?
He swore he was just hearing things…but then came a knock.
—
“You can’t just stand there, Sid, you have to knock or ring the bell, pick one.”
“No.”
“Ugh,” you exaggerated with an eye roll, turning to look at your older sister, “you live with this everyday?”
“Everyday,” she replied.
“Sid, if you don’t knock, you don’t get candy,” you told her.
“If I don’t knock, I don’t get murdered.”
“Alright, fine. I’ll do it myself,” you shrugged, adjusting the cat ears on your head.
You raised your arm to knock on the door, but Sid stopped you, pulling it back down.
“I don’t want you to get murdered, either!”
“Sidney,” you laughed, kneeling to get on her level, “I promise you, no one is going to get murdered. This house isn’t haunted and a murderer doesn’t live here.”
“You don’t know that for sure,” your little sister chimed in, earning a glare from you before you couldn’t help your laugh, shaking your head before turning back to your niece.
“I just met Evan and Fifi at the party, and I know for a fact they were just trying to scare all of you guys. I doubt they’ve ever met whoever it is that lives here. Now, do you trust me?”
Her reluctant nod was your answer.
“Okay. Then I’m gonna knock on the door, and we’re gonna get some candy. Cool?”
“Cool.”
“Cool,” you nodded with a smile before standing back up.
Sid inched back to stand in front of her mom, pulling her arm to hide herself behind as you once again went to knock on the door, this time following through.
You knocked and heard footsteps from within, smiling as you waited for the homeowner to open the door.
Once it opened, though, you found yourself completely taken aback.
Your breath caught in your throat as a newly familiar pair of brilliant blue eyes met yours.
Bucky stood at the open door, bowl of full size candy bars in hand. He looked just as surprised to see you there as you were him.
He tilted his head at you, a lopsided grin spreading on his face.
“Trick or treat!” Sidney yelled, seeing the big bars and coming to stand in front of you.
Bucky looked down, smiling as he showed her the bowl, “Happy Halloween,” he said, allowing her to pick which one she wanted.
“I know how this looks, but I swear I’m not stalking you,” you promised.
“I don’t know, it seems like a lotta coincidences for just one day,” he smirked, cooly leaning against his door frame. “Nice costume,” he complimented.
“Ha, thanks,” you smiled, touching the cat ears once again. “Nice ghost,” you nodded toward the lonely decoration, “Really livens up the place,” you teased.
“That was the intention,” he laughed, a little too glumly for your liking. “You guys are actually the first trick or treaters I’ve had all night, so I guess it didn’t really do its job.”
“Sorry, you guys know each other?” your sister asked.
“Yeah, uh,” you turned briefly, “this is Bucky,” you said.
“Bucky from the grocery store, Bucky?” your little sister asked.
You gave her a look you hoped Bucky didn’t see before answering, “Yes. That Bucky.”
Your sisters introduced themselves to him and as he switched the candy bowl from his right hand to his left, extending his palm to shake their hands, you noticed a glimmer coming from his left side.
You moved over a bit to allow them room to shake hands and as you looked closer, you realized that, peculiarly enough, his left hand wasn’t made of flesh.
You scoffed a laugh to yourself at his “metal man” moniker. That made some sense now… In fact, a few things were clicking into place. Bucky, you thought…Bucky Barnes? The Bucky Barnes. You wondered how you hadn’t noticed earlier, not that it mattered, but you were staring, like kind of a lot, at him when you met at the store, and even when he was helping load your groceries. You really must have been distracted by just how gorgeous his face is.
Now that you were really looking at him again, you noticed just how built he was. Strong arms, solid chest, nearly six foot tall if you had to guess.
Your sister’s laugh brought you back to reality as you followed her gaze to Sid who was now taking a bunch of bars from Bucky’s bowl as he held it out for her again.
“I doubt anyone is coming my way again, so please, take what you want,” he offered to all of you.
“That’s really nice of you, thanks,” you smiled as your sisters each took a bar of their own. “We’ll uh, let you get back to your movie,” you said, remembering his plans for tonight.
“The movie, yeah. I think I might have to start it over, actually. I went on my phone for a minute and looked up to see a blood covered bathroom but I have no idea how they got there,” he huffed a laugh at himself.
“Oh, what are you watching?” your little sister asked.
“It,”
“It? No way, that’s so funny. That’s the movie you were gonna watch before we left tonight, isn’t it?” your older sister asked knowingly, a smirk no one but you and your younger sister would ever catch flashing for a microsecond on her lips as she looked at you pointedly.
“Yeah,” you swallowed thickly, “it is,” you said, trying not to let the awkwardness that was eating at you consume you entirely.
“You should stay and watch it,” your little sister suggested, to your complete and utter mortification. Your eyes shot over to her, and you swear, if looks could kill.
“I’m not just going to invite myself-”
“Come on, like he minds,” she turned to look at Bucky then, her hands still on her stroller holding her baby, “you don’t mind, do you?”
You peek over at Bucky, unsure of how you would even react if you were in his position. He met your eye and his lips quirked in a soft smile. “Not at all. If you wanted to, that is,” he added, offering you an out.
You looked at him a moment before looking over to your smugly smiling sisters and your niece as she tore into one of her candy bars, standing safely between the two of them. You inhaled sharply before looking back to a waiting Bucky.
You nodded.
“Yeah,” you breathed. “Sounds…fun.”
“Great, well we were heading back anyway. So, see you later?” you sister bid.
“Or not,” your little sister added teasingly before she shot her gaze over to Bucky once more. “But we do have her location, just so you know,” she added seriously, a hint of a warning in her words.
“Ooo-kay,” you said, breaking the forthcoming tension, “I will text you guys when I’m on my way back,” you told them, urging them to get going.
“It was nice to meet you, Bucky. I trust my sister will get home safe,” your sister said directly.
“I’ll make sure of it,” he responded gallantly while your face felt as if it was literally on fire.
What was this, it was like your parents were dropping you off for your first date in high school. But somehow worse.
She nodded, “And thank you for the candy. Sidney,” she called, getting her daughter’s attention, “what do we say?”
“Thank you! Happy Halloween!”
“You’re very welcome,” Bucky smiled. “Happy Halloween.”
—
It wasn’t long before you found yourself sitting on Bucky’s couch, a glass of water you had desperately needed sitting before you on the coffee table and Bucky sitting to the left of you, but keeping a respectable distance.
“I’m really sorry about my sisters, by the way. They can be a lot,” you huffed a laugh.
“Don’t be,” he brushed off, “It’s nice to see, honestly.”
You looked over at him, he seemed a bit forlorn before he came back to himself.
“You know, my niece was almost too scared to come to your door. She said this house is haunted, that ‘the metal man’ lives here and kills anyone who tries to enter.”
“Ah, I see word travels fast when it comes to children.”
“Yeah, you’re kind of like their own urban legend.”
Bucky rolled his eyes playfully as you laughed, lifting a leg up to cross under your thigh as you turned to face him on the couch.
“What?” you asked, “Don’t you want to be an urban legend?”
“Not really,” he laughed with a shake of his head, turning to face you better as well. “Especially not when it leaves me with bowls full of king sized candy bars no one seems to want.”
There’s a pause before he continues,
“Honestly… I don’t like knowing people are scared of me. I mean I’ve known, for a long time, that they are, it’s just.. Different when you can see that fear on their faces, in person.”
You didn’t even realize you were moving as you scooted in closer to him while he spoke.
“I thought the city was bad, but ever since I moved out here, it’s all so much more intimate. The stares are a lot more pointed.” He laughed humorlessly at himself, “I heard a couple kids talking about my arm a few weeks ago and tried to tell myself I didn’t care, but I’ve been wearing nothing but long sleeves every time I go outside now.
“I’m not ashamed of it,” he said quickly to clarify, “I just, I don’t want them to have to be scared of me.”
“They shouldn’t be scared of you just because you have a prosthetic arm,” you argued, knowing they surely knew nothing else of who he was, “and their parents should probably be leading by better examples.”
“Yeah, well,” he shrugged, “what can you do?” He swallowed the lump in his throat that was forming at your defense of him, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring all this up-”
“No, I’m sorry, that’s on me. I am incredibly skilled at killing conversations before they even begin.”
“I don’t know about that. You don’t know me well yet, so you don’t know how big of a deal this is, but, I like talking to you,” he smiled.
You had to look away from his gaze, breathing a laugh as you did.
The movie was playing on screen, but neither of you were paying any attention to it as you continued talking.
Each time Bucky laughed at your lame jokes, you swore you felt like you were flying. You talked about everything and nothing. You got to know each other better, asking questions about life and preferences and favorites and what-ifs. The conversation flowed so easily, you never even really had to think about what to say next. That definitely wasn’t usual for you, and you liked it. You liked him.
Somewhere along the way, the conversation turned flirty, and again, it was completely effortless.
Your knees were pressing against one another as you sat across from each other, almost side by side on the couch.
You laughed in unison at a cheesy line Bucky tried on you before a jump scare on the screen had you quite literally jumping. Without thought, you leaned into Bucky, and he had no qualms about it as you hid your face in his shoulder.
He laughed lightly, his arm coming around you and gently rubbing your back before you forced yourself to pull away. His warmth was so nice and welcoming, but if you didn’t back up, you would’ve tried to nuzzle right into his side - you couldn’t risk the embarrassment.
As you turned back to sit next to him though, he kept his arm around you and tugged you in a bit closer.
You briefly wondered if he could hear your heartbeat, because you definitely could. You thought it might beat out of your chest at any moment as his warm cologne invaded your senses.
“Sorry, I guess I just assumed you liked scary movies,” he laughed.
“Ya know what’s funny is I actually hate scary movies,” you told him, “the It movies are some of the very few that don’t scare me.”
“Oh, that was you not being scared?” he smirked with a raised brow.
“That was- it just, it caught me off guard,” you defended with a smile, absentmindedly leaning more into his hold.
You had never gotten so close to someone in such a short amount of time, emotionally or physically.
It was foreign, but you enjoyed it. It may have been sudden, but it didn’t feel rushed.
“You get scared easily?” he asked.
“I’m the biggest scaredy cat I know,” you admitted. “I’m not hard to get a jump out of, I get scared of literally everything,” you laughed at yourself.
You turned to look at him when he didn’t say anything and felt your breath catch in your throat for the second time that night. He was so close to you now, and his eyes were piercing as he took you in, lingering on your lips and sending a chill through you.
The energy between you seemed to shift from something light and playful to something more charged, deliberate.
Your eyes drifted to his lips despite yourself, too.
He leaned in just a touch closer to you and your lips were mere inches away as he spoke,
“You’re not scared of me,” he said, though you weren’t sure if it was a question or not. Still, you responded as if it were.
Leaning in, brushing your lips against his, you breathed, “No.”
His hand was on your head then, keeping you close to him as he pressed his lips against yours, it was fervent, yet delicate, as your lips moved against one another.
You moved a hand to hold onto his left shoulder and he tugged your body to move you completely over his lap while he continued to lead the kiss.
His metal hand found its way to your plush waist as he held you, squeezing you lightly and inadvertently causing you to sink down lower into his lap while your upper body melted into him.
His hand slid from your waist to your ass, grabbing you through your leggings, kneading your ample flesh in his large palm.
You moaned into his mouth and that seemed to spur him on because in the blink of an eye you found yourself being flipped onto your back as he pinned you beneath his large body.
When he finally broke the kiss, you were both panting, your hands fisted in his sweatshirt as his wandered your curves.
“Do you have a bed?” you breathed, pulling him back down to be closer to you, wanting desperately to have his lips on yours once more. He nodded.
“Glad you asked,” he returned, voice low and husky.
You yelped as Bucky lifted you in his arms, standing and carrying you with ease while you clung to him like your life depended on it. If he dropped you, you weren’t sure you’d be able to recover from the embarrassment. But as he began up the steps and his hold didn’t falter for a single second, you realized maybe there wasn’t anything to worry about.. He held you like you weighed nothing and honestly, it sent a new wave of arousal through you as he reached the door of his bedroom.
He tossed you down on his bed carefully, but stopped you before you could begin tugging your leggings down your thick thighs.
You looked at him, confused and with a touch of worry you were about to be rejected.
“I’m sorry,” he began, “I should’ve said this before I brought you up here,”
That did nothing to ease your worry…
“I really like you. And I think there could be something real here between us, I don’t want to ruin that. So if you were only here for one night,-”
“I really like you, too,” you cut him off, eyes gleaming into his, “And I think you’re right, I don’t wanna ruin it either. I wasn’t planning for this to be a one night stand, but if you want to take things slower, I don’t have a problem with that.”
“No, I’m good with where we were heading, I just wanted to make it clear that I don’t want this to be just tonight.”
You nodded, a little breathless as you smiled up at him.
“Same page, then.”
“Good,” he grinned before pushing you to lie back on his bed as he descended upon you.
His lips were on your neck and as he sucked on your sweet spot, you couldn’t contain the soft moan that passed your lips.
His hands found the waistband of your bottoms and he pulled them down as much as he could manage before you lifted your hips and wiggled a bit to assist him in getting them off of you.
You pulled impatiently at the buckle of his jeans, earning a chuckle from him before he got to work taking them off.
While he got rid of his jeans, you pulled your shirt up and over your head, catching on the cat ears you had forgotten you were wearing. You threw them all to the side, unclasping your bra as Bucky shrugged his sweatshirt off over his head in turn.
He was back on top of you in an instant, pulling your bra off of you and tossing it to land with the rest of your discarded clothes off the side of the bed.
His large hands immediately went to your breasts, admiring the soft, heavy feel of them in his hands while he palmed them, squeezing slightly as he felt you.
You mewled under his attention, eyes closed in delight as his touch only added fuel to the fire burning in your core.
When he leaned down and took a pert nipple into his mouth, kissing and sucking on your tit, your hand found his hair as you gasped at the sensation, holding him to you, enjoying the feeling of his mouth on your breasts.
You could feel the wetness growing between your legs as he continued to have his fun, unconsciously rutting his thick cock against you when you’d moan for him.
As he traveled down your body, his hands following your curves and his lips kissing every inch of you that he could, he paid special attention to your tummy before he traveled even lower.
You were a writhing mess as you felt his warm breath on your folds. When your hips bucked up into his face and you felt his lips brushing your cunt, you whined obscenely at the feeling. Bucky laughed tauntingly, holding your hips back down as he poked his tongue out past his plump lips, lightly licking your folds and your sensitive clit as you gripped his hair and urged him closer, wanting, needing more.
He finally took mercy on you after a long, torturous minute, spreading you open for him before he ate you out like a man starved.
His tongue glided all over your slick cunt, dipping in and out of your tight entrance, before coming back up to flick your clit.
He drew figure eights over the sensitive bud and you swore you were about to come undone from that alone, but when he sunk his thick digits into your dripping pussy, curling them just right, rubbing against that special spot perfectly, you were seeing stars as your thighs threatened to clamp around his head while you shook from your orgasm. Your walls clamped down on his fingers as you came and he moaned at the feeling as he worked you through the high, more than ready to finally get his cock inside you.
“Doll, you look so gorgeous like this,” he admired as he held himself above you, “naked and sweaty beneath me. Like a fucking goddess,” he praised, grabbing his erection and positioning himself at your entrance.
“You sure you’re ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked, running his cockhead up and down your dripping slit.
“Yes, Bucky, please,” you moaned pathetically, spreading your legs as wide as you could for him.
“Mm, I love the way you say my name, doll,” he groaned as he pushed just his tip inside your tight cunt, moving in and out of you as you whined for him.
“God, please, Bucky, please fuck me! I want it so bad,” you whimpered. “I wanna feel you fill me up, please.”
The growl that left his throat had your pussy fluttering, squeezing around nothing before he finally gave you what you wanted. With one hard, deep stroke, he was fully seated inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut as you gasped sharply, your hands gripping onto him wherever you could as he began to set his pace. With every thrust of his hips into you, he was hitting deeper and deeper inside your cunt.
“Oh, fuck,” you cried.
“There you go, sweetheart. Take all ‘a my cock inside this tight pussy, taking me so fuckin’ well,” his hands were tight on your hips as he fucked into you. “This what you wanted, doll?” he panted, his pace never faltering as he fucked you harder, the slapping sound of skin on skin and his balls hitting your cunt with his every thrust filled the room, mingled with your moans and whimpers and his grunts and growls. “Wanted this big dick to stretch you out, huh? Wanted to feel me fill you up with my hot cum til I’m dripping outta you.”
One of his hands left your hip and instead went to grab at your breasts again, his large hand palming your tit as he squeezed and kneaded, flicking his thumb over your nipple and only adding to the pleasure threatening to send you over the edge.
“God, yes! Please, fucking yes, Bucky, please, please, please, please” you begged pathetically, reaching a hand down to find your clit, working your bud in circles as your walls tightened around his thick cock.
Your eyes were about to roll into the back of your head as you moaned senselessly, Bucky’s hand leaving your chest and nudging your own away from your clit. He replaced your hand and circled your clit perfectly as he continued rolling his hips into yours, his pace growing more erratic and the words leaving his beautiful lips growing filthier the closer he got to his own end.
With one perfectly angled thrust, you were crying as your body shook at the intensity of your orgasm. Wave after wave of nerve tingling pleasure lighting you up as you rode out the high. Your toes curled, legs wrapped around him as much as they could be while he grabbed at your body, falling down closer to you as he moaned, holding your body tighter as he pumped his hips, “Fuck,” he growled as he pushed himself as deep inside of you as he could, his eyes squeezing shut, holding himself there as he came, his body shaking some as he attempted to thrust once more.
You moaned at the feeling of him painting your walls, your hands in his hair as he buried his face in your neck, holding him to you. He stayed inside of you for a long minute as you both panted, trying to catch your breath, while he ensured he got all of his load out before he finally pushed himself up off of you, gently sliding out of you.
He flipped over next to you, laying on his back before he pulled you into him. Your hand rested on his chest as you laid in his left arm.
“Holy fuck,” you breathed, your fingers playing in his chest hair mindlessly as you worked to catch your breath.
His hand was running up and down your side soothingly as he moved to try and meet your eye.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice full of concern.
“Yeah,” you assured him. “I’m better than okay, honestly. That was…amazing.”
“Good, I’m glad,” he smiled, “but still, I’m sorry if I got carried away. I tend to run my mouth when I’m, uh,” he fumbled with his words, “ya know, in the moment.”
He looked so bashful, you couldn’t help but laugh lightly at his expression.
“You just said all of what you just said, but you had trouble with that?” you tittered, rubbing his chest before turning further into him, laying on your side as he stayed on his back, propping his right hand under his head as he relaxed into the position. “But really, Bucky, you don’t have to apologize. I don’t know if you could tell, but…I really liked it,” you simpered sensually.
Bucky smiled at you as you leaned up to meet his lips in a soft kiss.
“It’s probably way late now, right?” you asked as you pulled away from him. “I should probably head back.”
Bucky sat up after you, “Do you have to?” he asked softly.
You looked back at him, his blue eyes set on you. You nipped at your lower lip before shaking your head lightly. A new, sweeter excitement washing over you.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but you could stay for the night,” he offered. “I was hoping I could take you for breakfast in the morning?”
Your heart skipped a beat at the hopeful look in Bucky’s eyes as he waited for your response. That giddiness you felt earlier came over you once again as you held his gaze.
“Yeah,” you smiled. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”
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Flufftober 5 - Venom
Eddie x Reader x Venom
"It's my night ! My night !"
"Yes, Venom. Even though we said it was our night and you're being a little selfish, it's your night too."
"My night ! Tell him morsel ! Tell him!"
Y/N didn't say anything, too busy laughing because Eddie and his alien were arguing over something totally ridiculous again.
In Venom's defence, Halloween was definitely the only night of the year he could hit the streets without anyone being scared of him, besides some other costume moments of course. He was always very proud to talk about the party where everyone loved him, when he 'came out of Eddie's closet'. Again, unable to stop laughing, she failed to explain why it was funny, while Eddie sighed.
Not only was he going to be able to go out without having too much trouble, if he behaved well, but there were also the candies.
Ever since he heard about the candy and other sweets he was about to receive, Venom had been "hopping" on Eddie's shoulder from morning to evening, and even at night, excited and drooling as he imagined the mountain of sugar he was going to be able to ingest in a single night.
"I've already put on a little weight because of you, I don't want it to get worse at all. You won't eat everything all at once."
"I'm sucking out a lot of your fat, Eddie. If you've gained weight, it's only your fault."
"Liar !"
"I don't think you've gained weight." Y/N said caressing his cheek. "If so, that looks great on you anyway."
"Thanks babe."
"He's actually put on a bit of weight, and I don't think that looks good on him. Big butt."
"I don't have a big butt."
"He's got a big cute little butt."
"No, just big. But that's not important ! My night is coming ! We have to decide where we're going, to get the most treats ! I saw on the television, there are areas where they give more sweets than others !"
Not knowing at all the best route for the candy hunt, Eddie and Y/N spent several hours in front of the computer searching, until their alien was satisfied with the plan they had found. They were then able to go for a walk.
Some people were a little scared of the giant, who only replied that he was Venom when asked what he was disguised as. But with Y/N dressed as a Star Trek character next to him, perfectly calm and holding his hand, no one panicked.
She'd asked Eddie if he wanted a disguise too, but he'd decided he'd go as a broke reporter with a parasite in his body and a girlfriend way too good for him. To silence him, she kissed him, and immediately Venom demanded for a kiss too.
Even though he kept saying that he and Eddie were sharing a body, and therefore everything, he didn't like being left out, with his jealous and angry temper, like a child.
Unfortunately for him, he was not a child, and the owner of the first house they visited noticed this very well.
"... You're a little old for candy hunting, aren't you ?"
"There is no age to love sweets !" Venom replied proudly.
"Maybe. But my sweets are for kids. I've got an apple for you, if you want."
"... An apple? I'm going to eat your head !"
"He's joking !" Y/N immediately intervened, pulling him as far as possible from the old man. "Come on, V, we'll find candy somewhere else."
But despite all their attempts, no house agreed to offer candies to the alien, even if they all found that his costume was very successful.
Depressed, Venom wanted to go home, since he had no right to bite off the heads of the bad guys who had ruined his night, nor of the children who had been allowed to have sweets.
"It is unfair."
"It's true." Eddie sighed, patting him on the head. "But, you know, if you look in the cupboard, under the fruits, maybe you'll find something."
"... Do not make fun of me."
"Look."
Knowing that the alien hated fruit, and guessing that there was a chance the candy hunt would go wrong; Eddie had managed to buy several candies and hide them, just in case.
Upon discovering this little treasure, Venom let out a cry of joy, turning back to his host and quickly coming back to him to bang his head against his.
"Thank you, Eddie ! Thank you !"
"Ow ! I already told you that's not how you show affection. It's a cat thing !"
"I..." Y/N whispered. "I also anticipated that things would not go as planned and... I have chocolate, hidden in the bathroom."
"It really is my evening ! The most beautiful evening !"
"It's a night like any other, when you are annoying and eating too much, except you were able to go out for a few hours without anyone trying to kill us."
"Yes. Being myself, close to you and holding hands with our little morsel. The best night."
Leaving him to savour his sweets, Eddie and Venom sat together on the sofa, thinking he was right and that tonight was truly perfect.
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YOU’RE SO CREEPY
SPRINGTRAP x GN!READER
ー cw : fluff , halloween !!!! , just u dressing up as springtrap :3
ー word count , 2671
ー a/n : hii !! october has been so busy.. BUT , in honour of the fnaf movie and halloween , i have this fic !!! im also changing my theme again…. this fic was inspired by my own halloween costume :3 i dressed up as him for halloween…. AND one of the costumes mentioned at the end is a costume my bff went as ! i hope u all like this silly fic :3 i’ll get back to reqs soon !!!
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ー Halloween was something most people adored, including yourself. This year, you had picked to go as Springtrap for your costume. You had made the ears, customized and DIY’ed the whole costume, and prop. Maybe no one would know who you were going as, but who cared. Maybe you just wanted to dress up as a killer zombie bunny.
Springtrap had yet to even see your costume, let alone even know what you are. You only told him it was a surprise, and he’d have to wait and see. Which he thought was stupid.
That was a few weeks ago. He waited days just to see what you were gonna dress up as, and when you came downstairs all dressed up in your costume, his dead heart almost stopped.
His eyes trailed over your body, looking at every detail on the costume. The fake bones sticking out, the fake wires all hanging out, and the big ears on your head that matched his. You had also done your own makeup, making it look like you had scares everywhere.
You really pulled this costume off, he loved it. Even if he didn’t like his own form, he loved how you dressed up as him. It was.. cute.
You held the fake knife prop you made in your hand, giving him a shy smile. “Thoughts?”
Springtrap let out a hum, “I love it.” He tilted his head, watching you do a spin to show off the rest of it. “Very detailed.. and you made all of it?”
Nodding your head, your smile grew. “I did. Since you don’t come to my room a lot, it was pretty easy to hide it from you.” You explained, fiddling with the fake knife.
“How long did it take?” He asked, cocking his head to the side, his ears slightly flopping.
You thought for a moment, thinking. It really didn’t take too long to make.. You thrifted most of the costume and just heavily styled it and added fake wires and such. “I’d say maybe.. 2 or 3 days. Not too long.” You chuckled.
“It’s still very well done..” Springtrap hummed, glancing at the front door. You had left a bowl of candy so you could give them out to trick or treaters. He wished he could do it with you, but he knows he’d probably scare any kids that came. Which would be funny to him, but you’d probably scold him later about it.
When the doorbell rang, you turned your head to the door as well. “Looks like we have our first trick or treater.” You hummed, walking over to the door.
Springtrap watched you hand out the candies to the kids, one who was dressed up as Coraline, and another was a ghost. How cute.
The night went on for a while, kids coming to the door and you handing candies out. A few kids questioned your costume, and you only said you were dressed up as a zombie rabbit. They wouldn’t exactly understand who you were dressed up as.. but he did. and he adored it.
He adored you.
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Boo! | j.wooyoung
ꨄ summary: not all ghosts are terrible after meeting a friendly one.
ꨄ pairing: wooyoung x fem!reader
ꨄ genres: romance and fluff
ꨄ word count: 1.1k words
ꨄ warnings/tags: two curse words, mean friends, and hurt/comfort. love at first sight, ghoul!wooyoung, mortal!reader, oreo-haired wooyoung, haunted hause
ꨄ a/n: this is a very cute one like wooyo is just so caring that imma cry
You don’t mind Halloween because it’s one of your favorite holidays, and it’s fun. However, you can’t do ghosts, demons, and haunted houses. You get so easily spooked that you’ll cry like a baby. A secret about yourself, and it’s embarrassing. You never want to admit to your friends because they’ll either make bad jokes about you or think you’re a wimp.
Well, let’s see how it goes on October 31.
For your costume, you are Alice from the famous novel and film Alice In Wonderland. When looking at yourself through the body mirror, you can’t help but admire how cute you look. The pretty blue and white dress is flowy, the thigh stocks are comfy, and the pointed shoes are elegant. You also handmade a black bow headband. After fluffing your loose curls, you started to head out with your friends.
Throughout the night, it was any other trick-or-treating. Kids in costumes are running around in the neighborhoods and going door to door for candy.
“Hey, anyone dares to go to that house.” One of your friends, Sujin, points at the abandoned-looking place. With instant denial, you shook your head. “Let’s not. I heard it’s haunted.” You said.
Suddenly, you began to feel nervous.
“Don’t tell us you are scared, Y/N.” Another friend, Jaewoo, scoffs at you.
“Of course not!” You tried to oppose his statement, but internally, you are frightened. Two of your friends, Dohwan and Minseok, gave you sly smirks. Dohwan says, “Rock, paper, scissors, and the loser goes to that house alone.” He beckons his hand out.
At once, including you, joined in a circle. You are not going to have yourself look like a baby.
But unfortunately, the game is meant to be your fate. For some odd reason, your friends picked paper, and you picked rock.
Shortly enough, the five approached the dingy house, and they could see how long it had been abandoned—from the dead trees to the decayed outward. “Go on, Y/N. We’ll wait here.” Sujin promised you. “Be careful.” Minseok said. But for some reason it doesn’t genuine. After taking deep breaths, you timidly walk to the front door. When standing on the porch, you grab the doorknob. To your surprise, the door is unlocked. You open the door, and it creeks open like a cliche moment in a horror movie.
As you step inside, you are greeted by a dimmed living room. There are a lot of dust particles on the furniture and spider webs littered on the walls. You take out your phone from your small purse to turn on the flashlight. You mustered the courage to explore further into the house. You can also notice a fireplace in the same room with a skull, telescope, and an hourglass on the mantle. You went to the kitchen and recognized an empty box from a popular chicken restaurant on the dining table. You have to admit, without the creepy aura, it is a beautiful home.
But out of nowhere, the front door slams shut. You become alert and quickly run to the living room. You dropped your candy bag, purse, and phone on the ground to try opening the door. To your horror, it won’t budge.
“Guys! This isn’t funny! Please let me out!”
You shouted at the top of your lungs. On the other side, your friends are purposely trapping you. They snickered at your weak attempt to escape. After begging them and banging on the door with your fists, you just gave up. You picked up your phone and tried to dial 119, but there was no service. You are stuck in a supposedly haunted house.
You leaned against the door and slid down to the floor. Tears are building up in your eyes as your lips let out sobs. You hugged your legs and buried your face into your knees.
Unknowingly, a ghoul hovers over your crouched form. Its legs extend to have its feet on the surface and goes in the same position as you.
“Hey, why are you crying?”
A sweet-sounding voice questions out loud. You hear it and notice your gaze meets a handsome man with black and blonde hair in a low ponytail. His plump lips tug a loving smile. The ghoul gently wipes your tears away by using his thumb.
With a whimper, you managed to speak. “Who are you? Are you here to help me?”
You get an answer from the mysterious man. “My name is Wooyoung, and I can help you if you tell me why you are crying.” He doesn’t care about you being stuck in this house. He only cares about your upset behavior. You told Wooyoung of the whole situation, which was most likely a set-up by your friends. Or at least you knew they were your friends.
“They sound like assholes to me.” The ghoul frowns at the cruel intent of scaring a pretty girl.
You nodded your head that you couldn’t agree more.
Wooyoung sighs and stands straight. He then offers you a hand. You looked at it quizzically but still accepted it. Wooyoung helps you on your feet again. “You don’t need them. Me and the others would like to be close with you.” He is convinced that you deserve better. No friend should tease about another friend’s fears. You titled your head like a confused puppy after saying, ‘the others.’
He reads your expression and immediately understands you like an open book. “Oh, my bad! My friends and I live here. Now let me dazzle this place into something more light, Y/N.” Wooyoung highly believes his friends are impatient and mad that he is late to the party. They shouldn’t blame him because a gorgeous girl is holding his hand. Most importantly, she is not afraid anymore.
“Wait. How do you know my name?” You asked the ghoul.
He shrugs his shoulders. “I just know.” He told you so casually that it kind of made you at ease.
Wooyoung instructs you to close your eyes and let him do the magic. In a split second, your ears picked up the sound of male voices—more like scolding Wooyoung.
“What took you so damn long?”
“The food is getting cold!”
“Calm down! I brought us a guest!”
You open your eyes to discover seven hot and cute-looking guys. You also realize the house is no longer dark and ominous. It’s cozy, fun, and welcoming.
Wooyoung introduced you to his friends who are ghouls like him. They have such great personalities that you wouldn’t know they are mystical creatures of the night. They all acted like ordinary people and were very kind to you.
“Y/N, are you hungry? I got chicken.” Yeosang asks and shows his plate. Oh, so no wonder there was an empty box. You put a big smile on your face. “Sure, and thanks!” You appreciate the very adorable ghost.
After forgetting about the living, you never thought hanging out with the dead would be this enjoyable.
However, only one ghoul has eyes for you. The time when you first entered the house, Wooyoung’s unbeaten heart was bursting with happiness.
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Henlo
You know who it is, we all know, henlo
I feel like I’ve been here a lot recently
Just starting off with saying I loved the Dazai piece. It was really cute. Dad Dazai trying his best, made my heart melty
But I think you know why I’m here today
On this day
Honestly the day doesn’t entirely matter but I’m here on THIS one
With the dad Fyodor thought I promised
Cuz here I was thinking to myself. I feel like Fyodor definitely wants his child or children having some connection to Russian culture, since that’s a part of them too, regardless of their other parent’s nationality or background, he definitely wants his included. (Tho his partner could totally do the same)
So I was wondering, would you like a piece of him either teaching his children Russian or making Russian food for them? Or really sharing any Russian cultural thing with them at all. Honestly whatever one is easier for you to write or go into detail with, they’re all equally cute.
Cuz if his child or children develop a connection to that, I feel like that would make him a lot happier than maybe he would fully show.
I hope this ask sparks the creative brain juices in a fun way
Also considering sending a Halloween themed request at some point idk… oh but who knows!We’re here rn and having fun with this, that’s all we need at the moment
Also real glad you enjoy my messages lol. I will absolutely keep sending. Take as long as you need
-the person here attempting to give everyone baby fever because it’s funny
This blog’s Dad Fyodor anon
"da!" - Dad!Fyodor x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚
Warnings; Google translate Russian, not much reader involvement, very minimal proofreading happened
Description; Dad!Fyodor teaching his child about Russian culture! It incorporates ideas from the first dad!Fyodor part.
A/n; YESYESYES I one hundred percent agree, I think about this on the regular OMG I hope I depicted this well bc my knowledge on Russia isn't all that extensive lol, if you have any corrections, do tell me!! : ) Also I'm gonna be so fr I had NO idea what to name this so we're rolling with da I guess.............
Headcannons !! ༊*·˚
★ He teaches his child/children classical Russian music when they're old enough to play more difficult pieces. Until then, he'll settle for twinkle twinkle little star.
★ Introduces his children to ballet.
★ His children have a variety of Russian-originating toys, such as Matryoshka/Russian nesting dolls, rocking horses etc.
★ Brings his children to Russia at least once, specifically to Moscow (irl Dostoevsky was raised in Moscow, so we're gonna assume BSD Dostoevsky was too) to experience the culture first hand.
★ Teaches his children the foundations of the Russian language. He would like them to fluently speak it one day, though.
★ Cooks Russian food for them like I mentioned and included in the first part.
★ They learn about Russian history from their father, anywhere from Peter the Great to fur trade and all that jazz
Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥
(as always, p/t is parental title, d/n is daughters name)
Your head leaned against your fist while you watched your husband and daughter focus on their current activity. D/n carefully picked the colors and pigments she would use to color in the white spaces on her paper, and Fyodor just tried to keep things inside the lines. You could see the little girls tongue slightly sticking out from between her lips in concentration, making you smile.
Your daughter went to pick her next color, chosing a pink crayon to fill in the nose of the cat. "Papa, what'd you say your hat was called again? The one you always wear." She clarifies, even though there was really only one hat that Fyodor would wear at all. His eyes don't leave his thin paper as he replies, "A ushanka, and it's from Russia, malyshka." He answered, pushing some of his hair out of his face and behind his ear. "Russia." She says, the sound not unfamiliar, but not common to her either. "Where's that?" She tilts her head upwards, putting her crayon down to signify her attention on her papa. He puts his down too and rests his arms on top of one another.
"Quite far, but it is in both Asia and Europe. That's how big it is, it stretches over two continents." He says, a smile on his face. Her eyes widen a little. "That is really big. Have you been there before?" Her head tilts and she shifts a bit in her seat. "I grew up there, in the city of Moscow." He says, happy with her clear interest in his motherland.
"We should go there for a vacation one day!" She says, a grin on her face. He laughs a little bit and nods. "I agree, we definetly should." He agrees, fantasizing about it in his head. "Is that why you talk like that?" She questions her fathers accent, skittering around the table and climbing onto his lap. He smiles gently and nods. "Yes, it's called an accent, malyshka. I learned English, but Russian is my mother tongue. There are a lot of different pronunciations for certain sounds in Russian." He tells her, his hands fidgeting with the young girls hair. He parts it into three sections and starts to braid it.
"Is everything different there?" Fyodor hums, thinking as he weaves her hair into a gorgeous French braid. "Well, it definitely very different, but I don't think I would say everything." He says. "There are more historical differences than anything, if I do say so myself." She hums in understanding. "Papa, can you teach me some Russian?" She asks, turning her head to look at him with puppy dog eyes, even though she really didn't need them. He smiled and nodded.
"What should I teach you?" He softly questions, looking into the young girls eyes. She thinks for a moment, tapping her pointer finger on her chin. "I don't know! Whatever you want." She says, just excited to hear another language. He chuckles softly. "я не знаю, что тебе сказать" (I don't know what to tell you) he responds, a small grin on his face. Her eyes widen, almost as if she never believed he could speak a different language. You giggle a bit at her reaction.
"What does that mean?!" She excitedly asks, her mind seemingly blown over this. "It simply means I don't know what to tell you." He speaks. "But I can tell you the simple stuff. Like 'да' means yes and 'нет' means no. Hello is 'привет' and goodbye is 'до свидания'."
The young girl takes a mental note of these words. "привет, papa! I think I said that right." She says. You proudly watch the scene go down. Fyodor gives you a similarly prideful smile. "Yes, you did wonderful, malyshka." He praises her, patting her shoulder. "I'll have to teach you more one day." She nods vigorously, very obviously wanting him to. "Yes! And then we can have secret conversations, no one else will know what we're saying!" She snickers, making him smile.
A/n; I hope this is alright!! I loved this request a whole lot. Oh, also, feel free to send in that Halloween request even though it's November now lol
"Oh, ofcourse. That will probably be rather far in the future, though." He says, removing her from his lap and gently patting her back. "That's okay. If I learn more I'll know more words." She states the obvious. "And I'm gonna learn from the best russian ever." She beams, making Fyodor grin. "That's right, sweetheart."
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"And there you were..."
Author's note: LET ME TELL YOU I HAVE NEVER WANTED TO FIGHT SOMEONE AS MUCH AS I DID WRITING THIS! Literally had this vision in my head and I got so heated I knew this was going to be a good chapter. MUAHAHA all the spooky vibes from Halloween are getting to me. I hope you guys enjoy this one because the plot is thickening. Also, I might be making a far stretch on one of the jokes i put in here... I am pretty sure these don't exist in ACOTAR but for the sake of the joke, just pretend they do 😭
Summary: After everyone in the Town House finding out about your night with Lucien and bond with Azriel, you have a nice relaxing night in with your girls... or so you thought it would be relaxing.
This is for all my Lucien girlies❤️
Warnings: lots of cursing, talk of wingspan and sex, verbal violence, and potential grammar errors
Word Count: ≈ 3,154
Chapter 5: "GYNO?"
While you were getting ready, Feyre and Rhysand were back in their room discussing what they had just learned about you-
“What should we do Rhys? Az has been wishing for his mate for so long, but little does he know that he has been so infatuated with Elain it’s caused a blockage of his bond with y/n!” as she too is getting ready for girl’s night.
“The only thing we can do is be there for y/n and for Az when the time comes. This is a very peculiar situation y/n and Az have gotten themselves into,” he chuckles as he places his hands on the sides of her waist looking at her getting ready.
“I know, and this just has gotten messier with time. It already was messy enough with Lucien being Elain's mate and her liking Az. But now, y/n being Azriel’s mate and liking Lucien just seems way too coincidental. I can tell she likes him; she is just in denial because she's still holding onto some glimmer of hope with Azriel,” she pauses. “Something just feels off Rhys,” as she starts to think through what could be going on.
“I also feel like there is something is off, and I think it’s deeply rooted. Only time will tell Feyre darling,” he says as he kisses the top of her head as she finishes up getting ready.
“I would just hate for any of them to get hurt…” she frowns up at Rhys.
“And no one will, because we will be there for them every step of the way no matter what happens,” he reassures her with a soft kiss on her lips. “Now, go have some fun with the girls tonight! But not too much fun,” he looks at her with a playful smile.
“We cannot promise anything,” she giggles. “GNI here I come!”
“GNI?” Rhys questions at the unfamiliar term.
“GNI stands for “Girls Night In,” usually it is GNO, but staying in sounds better since we were out a Rita's not too long ago.” She explains.
“GNO? Isn't that a lady doctor?” Feyre burst out into full on laughter. Tears were spilling from her eyes from laughing so hard. Rhys just looked at her questioningly because he didn’t understand what was so funny.
“Rhys… oh bless your soul… GNO is the same thing as GNI, but you go out instead of staying inside. A lady doctor is called a gyno! Oh, I am so telling the girls this!” As she wipes the tears from her eyes and catches her breath.
“Ahh shit… I'm never living that down now…”
“Nope,” as she pops the end of the word as she walks down to the living room for girl's night.
You walk down the stairs into the main living room to find all the girls already there giggling over wine all cozy in their pajamas.
“Wow, already started without me huh?” you say with a fake frown. They all look at you and smile, clearly already seeing some effect of the wine Mor brought.
“No! Just decided to pre-game a little bit!” Mor smiles at you and walks to you to link arms and lead you over to the group. You giggle.
“Well then, the party has arrived! Looks like I need a couple of glasses to catch up to you all!” you laugh. You look over and spot Amren and give her a polite smile. “It's nice to see you again Amren!”
“You too girl,” she says. “We have a lot of catching up to do!” She eyes you a bit eager to know what has been going on, but Feyre steps in.
“Nonono! I am putting a veto on discussing all things that have happened recently! We are here to forget about that and have fun! Now ladies raise your glasses,” Amren rolls her eyes, but everyone raises their wine, “and cheers to us girls and the wonderful night ahead of us!” Everyone whoops and laughs as they take a swig of their wine. You decide to down your glass to try and catch up as everyone cheers you on!
“Thats how you do it baby!” Mor pats you on the back and goes to pour you another glass.
“Oh, this night in is going to be quite interesting,” Amren says with a grin.
“Speaking of, I have something to tell you guys about what Rhys asked me earlier,” Feyre burst into laughter.
“What is it? Tell us girl!” Amren says inpatient with her laughing.
“Rhysand asked me what GNI meant, and I explained that it is basically GNO but instead of going out we stay in the comfort of our own home,” Feyre explained trying to hold in her laughter.
“Ok so like basic information, I don’t understand what is so funny?” Nesta asked confused.
“It gets funny I promise! Rhysand didn’t know what the abbreviation of GNO meant either. He said, and I quote, “GNO? Isn't that a lady doctor?”” As Feyre erupted into a fit of laughter. “He thought GNO was a gyno!”
You were the first to laugh, “You’re joking?”
“I wish I was!” Feyre was on the ground crying, and everyone soon joined her. Even Amren choked on her wine a bit from laughing at the situation Feyre just informed you guys of. Oh, poor Rhys is never going to hear the end of this one from any of you guys.
A couple of glasses later everyone is most definitely feeling the effects of the wine a lot stronger than when you first started. All of you are cuddled up together in blankets giggling over anything and everything. You decided to bring something up that you have been curious about ever since you saw it.
“Hey, Nesta! When I came home earlier today, I saw Cassian reading one of your little books.” You wink at her. “What is the book about, and why was Cassian studying it so intently?” Nesta blushes.
“I made him read a specific chapter on something that I wanted to try…” she admits quietly as she drinks more of her wine. Everyone started screaming asking to know what it was.
“Oh, Nesta come on!! You have to tell us what it is now! We are all girls here, we can handle book smut, I'm sure!” Mor says as she sits up eagerly.
“Yeah, please Nesta!” everyone says simultaneously.
“You guys want a smutty bedtime story?” She giggles as she leaves to go to get her book, and everyone cheers. Nesta comes back with the book, and everyone is already in giggles excited about hearing something they might be able to apply into their lives. “Get comfortable girls because this chapter is going to be wild!”
Everyone’s faces were bright pink along with their jaws being on the floor hearing Nesta read the chapter from the sheer number of descriptions given. Amren was the only one who remained stone faced throughout the whole thing, but you could tell every word that fell from Nesta's lips were remembered by Amren.
“Well, I can surely see why you had Cassian read that chapter now,” Amren smirked as she finished off her glass.
“Especially with his wingspan,” you said quietly, but it did not go unheard as everyone looked your way. “What?! You guys act like you don’t see his wings every day! A girl can appreciate big wingspans and think nothing of it!” Except you do think about it a lot. Curious to know which one of the bat boys has the biggest one. Everyone giggles at your comment.
“Don’t let Cassian hear that y/n, it’ll go straight to his head and then he will tell Rhysand and Az that he has the biggest one,” Nesta said with a knowing smile.
“I don’t mean to be inappropriate, but I think everyone forgets about Rhyland's wings since he only has them for special occasions.” Feyre said smirking.
“Oh little sister, are you challenging my mate’s wingspan?” Nesta eyed playfully, but before Feyre could respond you chirped in with one more fact.
“Ladies we are forgetting about one more male,” you started to blush at the thought of your mate’s wingspan.
“Oh, my gods, Azriel!” Mor finished it for you with a shout, totally feeling dumb not even thinking about the male. “If I am being brutally honest, I think he blows the other two out the water with his wingspan,” Mor said with a smirk as she twirled her wine glass and gave you a wink. This made you really blush now.
“You really think Azriel has the biggest wingspan?” Feyre asked.
“Yes.” Amren spoke and this all made you laugh hearing her agree on something like this.
“Has anyone seen Azriel’s-” Nesta tried to question.
“No,” was heard throughout the room before Mor looked at you knowingly.
“The only person in this room who could even get that close would-be y/n,” Mor said matter of factly. You blushed so hard you hid your face behind your hands.
“Mor! Stop I don’t want that image in my head!” You said giggling.
“I wouldn’t mind it…” Nesta said with a smirk remembering her thought of both Cassian and Azriel. Once again everyone laughed. This night was full of so much comfort and laughter you truly felt so at peace. However, with wine come consequences.
“Oh I forgot y/n only favors a certain red head in bed,” Mor said without thinking.
“MOR!!” You glared at her, and she slapped her hands over her mouth and said sorry. But it was too late, they all heard it.
“YOU HAD SEX WITH LUCIEN?! I thought yall just cuddled all night?!” Feyre asked with a squeal scooting closer to you.
“Ah shit- I guess yall get to know everything now… Before I met you guys, I lived in the spring court for a while,” Mor sat back and nursed her wine waiting for the reaction of the others on what you were about to tell. You tell them the story just as you had with Mor in the bathroom at Rita's. Everyone was in shock to find out about your hidden casual sex relationship with the autumn court male. Feyre was once again the one to speak up first.
“Is what they say true?”
“Is what true Feyre?” you asked back.
‘About them you know… fucking you with the fire in their veins?” Feyre asked eagerly. Everyone then scooted closer to you just like Feyre did earlier. You giggled at their anticipation.
“Yes, and it is so much more than you could even imagine.” Everyone squealed at your response!
“Screw my book y/n, tell us about a time you and Lucien had sex together! I want to hear all about the fire thing!!” Nesta said as everyone else agreed, even Amren is eager. However, before you could respond you heard a sweet voice you wished you hadn’t.
“Y/n, you had sex with my mate?!” Elain said as she had just walked through the door with Azriel, both had bags in their hands from their shopping spree.
“Oh shi-” Mor said before Elain moved closer to you, Azriel following close behind her eyeing you with anger.
“Answer me y/n! Did you or did you not have sex with my mate?!” Elain raised her voice this time.
“Elain I- I don’t know what you heard but I can explain,” you tried to reason with her for gods know what. You owed this female nothing but here you were trying to diffuse the situation. She threw her bag to the floor and pointed a finger at your face.
“NO! You expect me to hear you out after I come home to see everyone having a girl’s night without me, let alone talking about you and Lucien having sex? You are such a backstabbing sl-” before Elain could finish that sentence off Nesta was at her side.
“Elain, seriously drop it. Y/n has a valid explanation, just hear her out,” Nesta pleaded but Elain didn’t care. Maybe it was the protectiveness of the bond coming out of her, but she was not backing down.
“No! I am done being the polite one! You had sex with my mate behind my back! Is that why you both left Rita's? I cannot believe you y/n! No wonder you haven’t found your mate! It’s because you are too busy being a slut and fucking someone else’s mate!” She was fully in your face now; you looked behind her to see Azriel looking like he was about to kill you for hurting Elain. Feyre tried to step in this time.
“Elain, you do not know what you are talking about, you need to stop now before you say something you will regret!”
“Feyre, I do know what I am talking about! I heard it clear as night! She fucked my mate!” You just about had enough of being talked about this way. You kindly pushed Feyre and Nesta away from Elain and gave them small smiles to say sorry for what you were about to do.
“You know Elain, that’s a lot of talk coming from you. A female who has a mate that gladly agreed to her wishes on space. He sleeps alone every night waiting for the day that you will accept him! Oh, but poor Elain has no one to love and accept her! Wake the fuck up! Your mate has done everything for you since the day he found out, and yet you are sleazing yourself away to someone else!” You point at Azriel. “You want to talk about a slut, look in the fucking mirror!” Nesta and Feyre are looking at each other not knowing what to do, while Amren and Mor decide to stay out of it and observe the situation, ready to jump in when needed.
“Be careful how you speak about-” Azriel’s voice said dangerously low, but before he could finish that sentence you cut him off.
“Oh, don’t give me that shit Az! It might have worked in that meeting but it sure as hell isn’t going to work here!” You glared at him. “You are just as much a part of this as I am! Letting her fawn over you knowing she has found her mate is ludicrous! Especially when you’re the one who has dreamt of having a mate to call his own for years! What if your mate was standing right in front of you all along?” Everyone in the room goes silent at your words as you step into his personal space. Azriel's shadows are dancing furiously around him as he glares at you. You try pulling on the bond but are met with nothing in return except emptiness. He still doesn't know.
“You bitch!” Elain cautiously pushes you away from Az. “How dare you talk to us this way when you’re the one who threw themself at my mate knowingly! At least we have self-control!” she pushes her finger against your chest. You swat it away.
“GODS ELAIN! Why do you always have to play the victim! You can never admit to anything you have done wrong! You and him both,” you point at her and Az, “are hurting more people than you realize with whatever you want to call yourselves!”
“Well at least we are happy, unlike your mate less self-” Elain tried to say as you yelled-
“THAT’S IT!” in an instant everyone was in between you. Nesta, Feyre, and Amren blocked you from Elain as Azriel and Mor held you back. “Let me go Azriel!” you thrash in their grip. You watch as Feyre and Nesta try and calm their sister. Amren serving as a middle ground between both groups. You keep thrashing around but it's no use. The shadow singer has you in a tight hold as Mor holds one of your arms. You look at Mor with pleading eyes, but she just shakes her head at you as if to say, “fighting her isn’t right.” And you knew that… You were just so taken back by both her and Azriel being against you without hearing your explanation. Sure, Elain was somewhat valid, but nowhere near as valid as the points you were making.
You soon calmed down and looked at Mor again, “Can you please let me go now? I won’t do anything… anymore.” Mor looked at Az and he put his lips against you ear and said-
“If you so much as think about insulting her or hurting her, I will not hesitate to fire back violence, so be a good girl and walk away.” You cannot lie, having your mate that close to you and hearing him call you a good girl had your heart betraying you for a moment. You shoved yourself out of their grip and stormed towards the door before you would do anything regrettable.
“Where do you think you’re going?! I am not done with you y/n!” Elain screamed as you walked past, the jealousy of the bond obviously still influencing her. You stopped in your tracks and turned around to see Azriel now trying to calm her down. Tears collected in your eyes at the sight. He was supposed to be doing that with you, not her! You begged, screamed, yelled, pushed, and thrashed against that bond inside of you fighting for any kind of response. You don’t know how long you stood there mindlessly watching him comfort Elain as you used every fiber of your being against the bond and got nothing in return. That was your last straw. The wicked voice in your head took full control. Quite literally letting all intrusive thoughts win. You started laughing.
“Gods Elain you have everyone in this damn world wrapped around your pretty little finger, don’t you? Well guess what, I see right through your fucking act of desperation for the male gaze and male attention.” Azriel looked at you as a warning to watch your next words, but Elain ran out of his arms and ran straight to you. You and she were now face to face. A test to see who was daring enough to hit first.
“Fuck you y/n!!” Elain said with a pause between each word, and you smirked.
“I may not be able to fuck myself Elain, but you know what I can fuck?” you slightly paused as the realization hit her. “I can go fuck with fire!” you say with a wink as you walk out the Town House’s front door straight to Lucien’s apartment.
Lucien’s POV:
Lucien was relaxing on his couch reading one of his favorite books before he felt it. An overwhelming flood of emotions hitting him. It was as if they were screaming at him from two different ends of the bond. He learned how to process Elain’s end of the bond throughout the years, but whatever was going on was too much to deal with. This was all unknown feeling. Lucien ran to grab his coat and he quickly put it on. Just as he was reaching for his door to run to Elain, he heard a hard knock. He opened the door to find you in a fit of rage as you stormed inside. “Okay, just come on in why don’t you.” he said sarcastically as he shut the door behind you. "Nice pajamas by the way," he says jokingly before looking at you to see you glaring at him. "Shit, who pissed in your wine tonight?"
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Happy Halloween! Have a book:
This is Siren's Song by @kedreeva (Hi! I asked to bind your fic months ago, sorry it took so long XD). It's an incredible Good Omens siren AU, which needs no introduction from me but it gets one anyway. It's one of the most in-character fics I've ever read, tackles a lot of the most resonant themes of the original (love in the context of aromanticism and asexuality, human labels in the context of non-human perspective), and has incredible world-building. Later parts of the fic always make me cry but they're good tears. You'll see. When I first learned that fanbinding was a thing and started looking into how to do it, this was one of the first fics I thought of. It just took me a while to learn the skills I needed before I could do it.
More pics and process talk under the cut!
So the cover up there is black faux leather and momi paper that I bought...about two years ago? And just kept on hand till I was ready to do this project. This is the first time I've worked with it and it was fairly nice, though harder to get a nice crease into than lokta or chiyogami. It felt very fragile when I was handling it but I didn't have any issues with tearing or glue bleed-through like I thought I might. It did bleed some color when I got it damp with the glue, and it took way longer to dry than normal, but once that was done it's been fine. Which is nice because I have a lot left over, so it'll probably be making many future appearances in my binds.
Look! It's rounded! I got a backing setup recently and this is my first time using it. It was Very Hard and I am not very good at it yet. But I think it looks pretty good for a first attempt, and there was really no other way to mitigate the spine swell on this one. I used a thick paper so I've got a thick book. I also tried something new with the case, though it isn't visible. Usually I make the text block and the case separately and then attach them as the last step, but for this one I actually built the case around the text. Like, boards attached to mull/tapes (sandwiched between thinner boards, with grooves cut for them so there are no bulges), then covered with momi, then leather corners and spine, then paste down the endpaper. It's got an oxford hollow, too! The tapes and mull actually wrap around the outside of the boards instead of the inside like I've done before. Endpapers are my favorite feather chiyogami. Combined with the marbled momi they make for a very opulent look, and I had just barely enough to do this. Like, down to the millimeter. I had to trim the edges and then glue the endpapers after to be sure they were right. I'm glad they were, because I didn't have a backup plan. Handmade endbands, colors picked to match the cover. Also, last note, I got the corner bits right for the first time. Measured properly, with no weird pointy bits that come out at funny angles. Very proud.
Title page and bookmark/interior shot. Did you know that some basic fonts in MS Word look different when you use a huge font size? Because I didn't until I made this title page. That's Parchment for the title, and it only gets those swirly bits around the capital letters if you take it to 26pt or higher (I used 72 here). Now I wonder if any of the other fonts have easter eggs in them like that. The ribbon is very fancy, to go along with the rich endpaper/cover combo. I think it's pretty appropriate for a mythological golden age of piracy story, as are the text ornaments:
Chapter header image, chapter end image, and section break image. It was a very image-heavy typeset. I was originally planning to only have a header and a section break, but I couldn't decide whether I liked the ships or the book/shell/feather better, and they both suited the story so well that I just went with both. Again, opulent, but I think it fits. All the images came from rawpixel, all I did was resize them.
There was a small error in the trimming process. Comes of having to calculate so closely the exact amount you can trim off, that you have to trim off so your slightly-too-small endpapers fit. I think something got misaligned when I poked the sewing holes because only the first signature is like this. The rest of the book has a more appropriately-sized margin between the page number and the edge. I got very lucky here, and I know it, and I'm never cutting it this close (lol) again. Next time we just order another sheet of chiyogami.
And that's it! I have one author's copy and one new bind in progress right now (that's taking a while because I'm learning more new stuff for it), and then I have two Christmas gift books to do, so it might be a bit before I have another book to share.
#bookbinding#fanbinding#snek makes books#good omens#fic rec#this one was months in the making#maybe years if you consider i bought the momi in 2021#long before i started working on the typeset#i love it so much though#when i was done i wanted to carry it around all day and show it to people#like a kid who wants you to put their drawing on the fridge
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My Top 5 Favorite TMNT 2012 Ships
5) Mikey x Renet
I feel we as a fandom has come to an unanimous agreement that all the canon romances/couples given to us in the 2012 series are bad/toxic/poorly written/inc3st/etc with THEM being the only exception (I'll talk about that ship soon), however I think Renetangelo is the other exception.
They’re certainly not perfect with their first problem being Mikey kinda “cheating” on Renet with Shinigami (they weren’t together or officially dating so it’s not cheating, but it still felt wrong that it was never acknowledged that Mikey was pretty much a skirt chaser, crushing on two girls at once), but I still really love their dynamic and relationship. Mikey and Renet are undoubtedly cute together, just two silly goofballs having a fun time and enjoying the other’s company with the occasional flirting and kiss on the cheek (which btw SO CUTE). Renetangelo is that couple that I feel works great both romantically and platonically. If you told me they’re best friends, I’d believe it, if you told me they’re a couple, I’d also believe it. That's how well they work off each other. I'm okay with them being a couple or just being friends.
Season 5 also practically confirms they’re together on two occasions with Mikey saying him and Renet are in a long distance relationship in the When Worlds Collide special, and Renet hinting during the Halloween arc that she and Mikey have some kind of future together.
Overall, I really like Renetangelo and I love seeing these two together. From Mikey's puppy love expressions when he sees her to their overall personalities clashing so well together. This ship is very underrated and needs more love.
4) Slash x Alopex
Btw this edit was made by @robins-treasure <33
Yes, this is a ship that exist and I take FULL CREDIT FOR THE CREATION OF THIS COUPLE! I AM THE REASON THIS SHIP IS ALIVE AND SAILING! YOU ARE WELCOME!!
Slash x Alopex (or what I like to call them Slaopex) is my rarepair of the 2012 series and I’m so happy that I’m slowly getting more and more people one board with it. It started off as just a random silly idea of mine, like "What if Slash got a gf?" and then I thought "Well, who could I ship him with?" and then my brain went "What if Slash and Alopex got together? That would be funny". I laughed at the idea, but the more I thought of it, the more I started to like it. I began coming up with headcanons and a story of their relationship, and the more I did that, the more I fell in love with this concept and the potential of this couple. So much that it placed 4th in my top 5!
I fell so in love with them I even ended up writing a short fanfic of how I headcanon they would first meet and the beginning of their blooming romance (you can read it HERE). But in short, Slash runs into Alopex during a late night patrol and helps her beat up some crooks who were attacking her. The two get to talking, sharing a tender moment before parting ways, with Alopex now being the only thing on Slash's mind <3
I also reference this ship a few times in my fanfic Courting a Salamandrian. Consider it a continuation of that little oneshot.
3) Leo x Casey
While everyone else was shipping Jonatello, I was shipping Caseynardo! I was never a fan of Jonatello, I don't hate it, just couldn't get on board nor understand the hype around it, but then one day I stumbled across fanart of Leo x Casey and I thought "Huh... these two actually look cute together!" and quickly sunk into the rabbit hole. Looking up every little bit of fanart, fanfics and edits I could find.
Liking this ship this much for it to be ranked 3rd in my Top 5 favorite TMNT 2012 ships says a lot. This ship really grew on me very quickly, so much so that I wrote a fanfiction on them! I wrote a Caseynardo fanfic before writing a Renetangelo one (you can read it HERE), which is funny cause I've been shipping Renetangelo since the show was airing, and I didn't start liking Caseynardo till long after the show ended! That says a lot about how much these boy effected me! LOL
My whole HC for this ship is that they bonding a lot in season 3 at the farmhouse which led to a mutual romantic attraction. Eventually they secretly date without telling anyone but due to the circumstances and problems going on in Leo’s life, he was unable to keep the relationship going. They agree to just be friends, which Casey promising to wait for him. It’s basically the “right person, wrong time” trope. But I like to headcanon that by season 5, Leo and Casey finally get together officially and made their relationship known to everyone else. The only one not surprised was Raphael who knew about those two since day one, cause he was stuck being their third wheel/wingman XD
2) Karai x Shinigami
I will NEVER forgive Nickelodeon for be too cowardly to make this happen. They'd rather ship inc3st and force Shini to be straight than give us our goth kunoichi lesbians. For shame, Nickelodeon... For shame...
Not to mention that one of the writers of the show, Peter Di Cicco, shipped them! Calling them his "OTP" and referring to Shini as "Karai's girlfriend", and even pitching an alternate ending to the series where Splinter and Shredder make up but the only thing they fight over now is who gets to walk Karai down the aisle during her wedding to Shinigami XD
The moment I saw Shinigami, I instantly thought "Oh that's a lesbian and she and Karai are a thing". I really love their dynamic, their friendship and the potential they have in being a cute couple of childhood friends to lovers. You can see how much they care about each other. The fury in Shini's voice when she confronts Super Shredder, "I will destroy you, Monster! For everything you have done to Karai!". Shini is supportive of Karai and is always the one down to start chaos with you. Makes me wish we could've learned more about these two and their history. I like to think they've known each other since they were little, being childhood friends while training and growing up in The Foot Clan.
My personal headcanon is that Shinigami has had a crush on Karai since they were young, like preteens, and is so loyal to her and willing to help Karai not just because she is her best friend but also because she loves her. However, she is scared to tell Karai how she really feels because she's worried she won't reciprocate and it'll ruin their long time friendship. Luckily, Mikey is there for support!
Not to toot my own horn, but I did write a fanfic relating to this concept that you can read HERE
1) Raphael x Mona Lisa
What have I not already said about RaMona? If you follow me then you know full well that these two are my life. I’ve written multiple fanfics based on them on AO3 (LINK HERE) and have done a few analysis posts about them as well here on Tumblr. They have consumed my life. I love them so much!
Overall, I believe they are the healthiest ship the series offered us, and the best one in canon. I know some complain that they were rushed and how they got together too quickly, but in truth I can understand why Raph and Mona got into a relationship as quickly as they did. They are both warriors with the mindset of "I might die tomorrow" so it makes sense they'd be open and honest about their feelings right from the start just in case something happens to either one of them in battle. You only live once, you know? And I like how open Raph is when it comes to his feelings for Mona. From the very start, the moment he realized he liked her, never once did he deny it. Even when his brothers and friends laughed or scolded him, Raph proudly admitted he likes her with no ounce of shame. Mikey even points out that Mona is "bigger, stronger and a better fighter" than Raph and him responding by saying "Exactly! What a woman..." The boy does not care that she will be the pants in their relationship. He loves that she's stronger than him, bigger than him, a better fighter than him. We even see how excited he gets when she suggests training with him someday. Not to mention how we also learn in the show that these two have written love letters to each other during the course of the season 4 space adventures. Their personailties clash so well together. Both being strong willed warriors who put their loved ones first. Both can be stubborn and jump to conclusions quickly. We even see that Mona can have a short temper much like Raph. Both are ready to kick some ass with anyone who talks shit (Raph defending Mona but then Mona defending herself *chef's kiss*)
It's not talked about often among the fandom/shippers, but the fact that Mona is as much in love with Raph as he is with her is what truly makes this ship great. While the other 2012 ships make it unclear (writing wise) if the love interest truly feels the exact same way towards her Turtle she's shipped with, but for Mona her feelings are obvious. She's the one who makes the first move during all of their kisses/nose nuzzles, she's the one to say "I love you" first" and do I have to remind y'all of the push up scene? XD
These two are obsessed with one another. You can tell and see just how in love they are with one another. Even with only appearing in about 4-5 episodes, they truly left a major impact on shipping in this fandom. I feel it has come to a unanimous agreement that this ship is the best (canon) couple this show gave us. I love them, I love their relationship, I love what these two have done for the show and this fandom. They were able to bring back a classic ship from the 87 series and add so much more to them! I hope we get to see more of this couple in future generations. They certainly aren't a perfect couple, they got their flaws too, but overall they are truly the best couple in the 2012 series. <333
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Bubz's 12 Days of Ficmas: Day 12 Christmas Eve (Otis Driftwood)
Here we are! The final day of Ficmas 2023!. I hope you all have a Merry Christmas, Happy holidays or if you don't celebrate anything have an amazing next couple days <3
Notes: Minors DNI, SFW, Fluffy, No specific descriptions or pronouns used for reader.
The firefly house was abuzz with the energy and festivities from the impending holiday. The fireflies loved Halloween sure, but since her babies were kids Mama firefly had also wanted to ensure that no matter what her babies had the most "normal" Christmas they could manage.
Even a family of psychopathic murderers deserved to have magical moments during the holidays, she had once said when Spaulding had bitched about going and getting a tree.
You were in the kitchen helping mama make some of the Christmas dinner dishes early so the workload for tomorrow would be a lot less. Mama adored you from the moment Otis had found you and brought you home. You were easily enveloped into the family dynamic were just as much one of her babies as everyone else was.
"Sweetie can you go get Otis to go get me more firewood? We're supposed to get a freeze tonight and I wanna be sure we have enough in case the pipes go"
"Yeah mama"
You replied with a smile before wiping off your hands and heading upstairs to the room you shared with Otis. Hoping to just find him there and that he wasn't already out.
"Otis? you in there?"
You called coming to a halt outside the door. Even though it was your bedroom too, you had learned very quickly to always let Otis know you were coming in. You had made the mistake of not letting him know just once, and he ended up nearly taking your head off.
"Yeah"
You heard him grumble from the other side of the door. Otis never had liked Christmas, no matter how hard Mama tried to keep everyone included in the Christmas spirit. It was always too cheery for him.
You opened the door to the bedroom and poked your head in. You noticed him sitting on the side of the shared bed and fiddling with some sort of wood that was for a future project.
"Mama wants you to go and get some more firewood. There's gonna be a freeze tonight and she wants to make sure we have backup in case any of the pipes bust"
Otis sighed and looked up at you from what he was working on.
"I mean hey out of all the Christmas stuff, going to get firewood is like the least Christmas thing you could do. Would you rather help baby finish decorating?"
His eyes widened and then he rolled them at you.
"Very funny, C'mon"
He said motioning for you to follow him as he got up. You followed him down the stairs and out of the house. If he had to collect firewood you were going to at least help him do so.
"Ya know it would make Mama real happy if you at least, tried to act happy during the holidays"
"Yeah and it would make me happy to get left the fuck alone. But that's not gonna happen is it?"
He simply said with not a hint of attitude in his voice. You gave him a small smile as the two of you approached the wood pile.
"Well it's just she tries so hard to make this a happy time for everyone, it wouldn't hurt you to at least try"
"Christmas just isn't my thing. Never has been, never will be. It's too goddamn happy and bright"
"Not everyday can be Halloween Otis. People gotta be "Happy and bright" sometime during the year"
"Sugar, Halloween makes me perfectly merry and bright"
You gave him a smile as he placed a few pieces on firewood into your arms. Once your arms were full he picked up an armful himself before the two of you began heading back to the house.
"Yeah and Halloween is why we still have that human spine in our fucking bedroom "
Otis laughed at this.
"I didn't have anywhere else to put it sugar"
"Yeah well you didn't have to hang it over our bed as if its tinsel"
"You said you wanted me to decorate our bedroom and make it more "festive" that's exactly what I did"
You rolled your eyes at him.
"You know that's not the type of decorating I meant Otis"
"Well when your with Otis Driftwood, It's the type of decorating you get"
He shot you a big smile as he opened the back door for the two of you to make your way back inside.
"Here's the firewood Mama"
You said rounding the corner to the living room to set it down by the fireplace. The tree Baby decorated was standing tall in the corner of the room adorned with all sorts of mismatch ornaments and garland. Once you set the firewood into the holder by the fireplace you turned to fully take in the tree.
"It looks like Baby just took all the junk out of her room and slapped it on there"
Otis said from behind you, you laughed at his comment.
"Be nice Otis, Baby was up nearly all night decorating this tree"
"That was nice, i could've said it looked like shit"
You smiled and scanned the tree until your eye caught one ornament in particular. The ornament in question was a little picture frame that you could slide a small photo into and hang it on the tree.
The photo that Mama had carefully slid into the small frame ornament was a photo of you and Otis. It was taken a few months after you had been fully accepted as a member of the family by Baby in the kitchen.
Baby had always told you how you somehow managed to melt her brother's cold dead heart and make him actually care about something besides himself but you never fully knew what she meant until she snapped the picture and showed it to you.
There you were, in the middle of Mama's kitchen, making dinner for the family. Otis had his arms wrapped around your waist from behind as you stood at the stove as he thought the two of you were the only two around to see it, not knowing Baby was there with the camera.
Most people would argue that a simple cuddle from behind didn't show anything to do with a person changing. But the fireflies would all know that Otis showing any kind of affection at all wasn't something to just scoff at. Otis showing any emotion other then just plain mean to anyone was almost miraculous. When you had announced you and the white haired killer were "going steady" as Mama put it, you could've sworn half the family almost fell out at the prospect that Otis Driftwood had managed to find himself a partner.
"Why do they still have that fuckin picture?"
Otis said from behind you, snapping you out of your thoughts while you still gazed at the photo.
"I think it's adorable. It's my favorite picture of us to be honest"
You told him truthfully. You adored the photo and were so happy Mama did too, enough to put it in a little ornament for Christmas.
You heard Otis huff behind you, before one of his lanky arms wrapped itself around your shoulders. You allowed him to bring you into his side as you wrapped your arms around his torso as the two of you stood there in front of the tree.
"I really gave you hell the first few months I was here didn't I?"
Otis snorted
"Yeah you and Baby were one in the same, no wonder the two of you were friends before she even brought you here"
A few beats of silence fell between the two of you before you spoke again.
"Merry Christmas Otis. I love you"
"I love you too...Merry Christmas"
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My Roommate Sucks! | Yuta.
Description. Your roommate was weird, but that’s normal. What’s not? The way his room is strictly off limits, the fact that he leaves at three in the morning, and keeps returning covered in blood. (Note: His suspicious hate for garlic)
Pairings. Yuta Nakamoto x Fem!Reader
Genre.Comedy, Romance, Horror Themes (Vampires)
Warnings. Dark content (Villain Yuta), Smut (Not in this part), Mentions of Death, Fear, Suggestive
Word count. 5.9K
Note: Another NCT fic?! Yup! Please enjoy this one in the spirit of Halloween! :D Feedback is appreciated!
YOU AND YUTA NAKAMOTO HAD BEEN RENTING THIS APARTMENT FOR THE PAST YEAR. Though you two weren’t particularly close, you knew a good amount about him. Enough to be absolutely certain he is a vampire.
Though this just prompts Kim Doyoung to just laugh in your face. Clutching his stomach as he leans over. He only stops when he realizes you are in fact, one hundred percent, serious.
“This isn’t funny! Stop laughing.” You stomp, looking away embarrassed.
“As concerned as I am for your safety,” He pauses to laugh. “I don’t think he’s a vampire.”
“Well explain this then!” You speak, shoving a paper diagram in his face. (Yes you made a diagram, you were quite passionate on the subject)
It reads as followed.
Reasons Why I Believe I Live With a BloodSucker:
1. He sneaks out at 3 am most days (He thinks I don’t know, but oh, I know)
2. He comes back with red stains everywhere!! (Feeding time)
3. He hates garlic!!
4. His room is always off limits. (He never even opens the door around me)
Doyoung bursts out laughing once again. “You can’t be serious.”
“Dead serious!”
“These all have explanations.”
“I’m listening.”
“Okay, Yuta is a nurse. He works in a hospital, that means he’s on call. He could be summoned to work at odd hours, like 3 am.”
You shake your head, not buying it for a second. He was always extremely secretive when he left. And he never took his hospital ID with him.
“That also explains the blood on him when he comes back, you don’t know what he deals with at work. Maybe it comes off his scrubs.” Doyoung continues, you remaining unconvinced. “And lots of people don’t like garlic.”
“Yeah but you know who hates it? Vampires!” You muse.
He rolls his eyes and hands your paper back to you. “His room being off limits is normal. I don’t exactly let Taeyong invade my room as he pleases. Maybe the dudes just private about his stuff.”
“But he’s so weird about it! And he comes into my room all the time to tell me dinners ready and stuff! Like that totally unfair.”
“Double standards.” Doyoung comments, attention now fully on some video playing on his phone. He always did that when you rambled.
“You’re no help.” You pout. “And now I’m just gonna die at the hands of my supernatural roommate! And you’re going to be at my funeral wishing you had listened to me!”
“If he wanted you dead, don’t you think he would’ve killed you already?”
“Huh?”
“I mean, you are super annoying.” He rolls his eyes. “I would’ve definitely drained you of all life by now.”
You roll your eyes at him, not amused. You don’t know why you expected Doyoung to make any sense anyways.
“What? It’s the only explanation.” He stops suddenly. “Unless he just thinks you’ll taste nasty.”
Scoffing, you turn to point a finger at him. “I think I’d taste great, thank you very much.”
“Wanna put that to the test?” Your other friend says as he rounds the corner, returning from the bathroom. Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at you.
“In your dreams.” Is your response, before beginning to poke fun at the male. “What took you so long, Jungwoo?”
“I was taking a shit.”
“Gross!” You say, scrunching up your nose. You had suspicions but you’d never expect him to admit it. Though, he was never one to think before he speaks anyways.
“It’s a natural part of the human body!” He defends, looking at you like you’re the crazy one.
“At least you got to miss another conspiracy.” Doyoung says, nodding towards you.
This was quite a natural occurrence from you. You shudder at the thought of being convinced that this one cafe worker was a zombie. In your defense, he was sickly pale looking, and he did have a thing for Jungwoo. Which definitely meant he had no taste. He had to be undead to like Kim Jungwoo that much.
“What is it this time? You saw Bigfoot or something?”
“No-”
“Apparently Yuta’s a vampire.” Doyoung states, cutting you off.
You stare at him, “Doyoung! You can’t just tell everyone! What if he finds out I’m onto him?”
“So you really think he’s a vampire?!”
“I think its a possibility!”
“Really?” Jungwoo quirks a brow. “Well then hes going to be so confused when you’re the one doing the sucking.”
Launching a pillow at him, you gag. The boys always insinuated you and Yuta had more going on. Though everything was literally as it seemed. It was a purely platonic roommate relationship. Barely ever speaking more than just discussing the bills or that rent had gone up. There was nothing there.
Before Jungwoo can open his big mouth again, you can faintly hear the sound of keys unlocking the door. Signaling that this conversation was now over, shushing them to your room. You quickly grab the paper from earlier and crumple it in your pocket.
“Hey,” Yuta says as he walks into the living room. “I was going to ask if you were hungry. Wanted to order some food.”
You nod your head in understanding, though you decline his offer. “Jungwoo and Doyoung are over, we were gonna go eat together.”
“Oh they’re here?” He asks, not having seen any sign of them.
“Yeah, they’re in my room.”
“Oh okay, well if you need to be picked up or anything, you can call me.”
“Thank you,” You say. About to turn when you start to feel guilty. You seemed to always bail on Yuta like this lately. Usually always heading out to meet the boys when he gets home. It wasn’t on purpose, it just had been busy.
And the boys were always a much needed relief from a day of your boss yelling at you over a printer that you couldn’t fix.
You had became close with Doyoung during your school years, you two worked at the library. Being around the same age, you two bonded instantly. Talking about books and such until your hangouts gradually began to happen outside of the library as well. You two had met Jungwoo at a cafe. He was always talking about the latest work gossip and how badly he hated his job. From there, you all just started meeting at the cafe to hangout. Eventually growing into the inseparable friendship you had now.
But Yuta didn’t seem to really have anyone like that. Opting to spend a good chunk of his time alone at the house when you were out. He had friends over a few times, but you’ve never seen one more than once. Except Mark, the only boy who would ever acknowledge you when he came over. But you hadn't seen even him in a while. Yuta must be really busy.
“Would you maybe wanna join us?” You turn around. “I know work was long and such, so if you just want to stay home, no offense taken.”
“I don’t want to intrude.” He smiles, you understand the feeling but nonetheless, the boys wouldn't mind him at all.
“You’re not,” You shake your head. “I promise we’d all love to have you.”
He thinks for a minute, looking down to the floor. And you won’t be surprised if he completely rejects your offer. “Okay, let me go get me coat then.” He agrees, heading towards his room, leaving you in shock. That was new.
Rushing to your room, you tell the boys of Yuta joining you at dinner.
“Yay! Now we can we expand our open relationship.” Jungwoo laughs, wiggling his eyebrows at Doyoung.
“We are not dating, Jungwoo!” Doyoung groans, smacking his palm to his forehead.
Jungwoo always joked about all of you being a throuple, and you’re still not even sure what the origin of the joke was. As far as you knew, none of you had ever been interested in each other. It still didn’t stop him though.
He’s even told a few waiters who pried too far, watching their reactions hilariously. And you had to admit, it was kind of funny at times.
Especially when this creep was hitting on you at a club, and suddenly, you had two boyfriends who were willing to beat his ass.
“None of that nonsense tonight,” Rolling your eyes. “I don’t need Yuta telling his hot friends that I’m stuck in a relationship.”
“His vampire friends?”
“Shut the hell up.”
“Oh so when we bring it up, its weird?”
You shoot them both a death stare, “Mention my theory to Yuta and I’ll cut your balls clean off.”
“Yeah but to do that you’d have to look at my dick! And trust me, once you see it-” Jungwoo starts but is interrupted as you start fake strangling him, straddling him on your bed.
“Stop! He probably likes it!” Doyoung laughs, eyes growing big. And Jungwoo, being the little freak he was, probably did. You put nothing past him.
“Would it kill you to be quiet for once!” You speak to the boy beneath you, “You’re so annoying!”
Jungwoo, rolls his eyes, then starts loudly fake moaning. This only feeds into you and Doyoungs theory of him being the freakiest little male alive.
Then, as if on cue, Yuta enters your room. Looking taken aback at the scene before him, he hurries to head back out, closing the door. “Oh sorry, the door was open so I thought-”
You frantically get off Jungwoo, completely embarrassed that Yuta saw you like this. Doyoung just sits stiffly, hoping to be spared the embarrassment.
“No no, we weren’t doing anything!” You say, opening the door. Waving your hands and laughing awkwardly. Hoping he didn’t see too much.
“Yeah it’s not what it looks like.” Doyoung says, hoping to ease the tension.
Yuta laughs, about to drop the conversation when Jungwoo speaks up. “Yeah I definitely wasn’t humping your roommate while Doyoung watched.”
You wish you could sew a zipper onto his mouth.
“Jungwoo!”
Though Yuta takes it as a joke, chuckling lightly, “We should head out.”
As you all get up you make sure to slap Jungwoo on the arm, making him wince in pain. Pouting and acting like it wasn’t well deserved.
You all decide to take Doyoung’s car, and he insists that Jungwoo sits in the passengers side. Leaving you and Yuta snug in the back of the tiny car. Which is fine, its not like you mind anyways. He just stares out the window the whole time anyways, barely saying anything.
The car ride is actually mostly quiet, which is unusual for your friends. Because both of them feel too embarrassed (Doyoung) and unsure (Jungwoo) to say anything.
You all had settled on eating dumplings before hand, prompting you to the best dumpling spot in town, which was a hole-in-the-wall place. Yuta looks unaffected by your choice though, following behind the three of you.
You silently hope for this incredibly awkward energy to dissipate. You all had taken your seats in silence, your two friends pretending to be engrossed with the menu choices, as if you hadn't been here a million times before.
You and Yuta sit next to each other, Jungwoo across from you and Doyoung next to him. But no one says a word to anyone else at the table.
You realize maybe you should have asked them if it was okay to invite Yuta, you figured it wouldn’t be an issue, but they had barely ever talked to him before. Every time they were over, you would all just stay holed up in your room, and Yuta never went out of his way to talk to them either. This would be their first real time hanging out together.
You shuffle in your seat, thinking of something to say to break the silence.
But Jungwoo beats you to it.
“So Yuta, do you know what you want to order?” He asks, and you’re unsure where he’s going with it. “They have amazing chicken and garlic dumplings.”
“Ah,” Yuta starts. “Sound great but I don’t like garlic.”
You widen your eyes at Jungwoo, pleading with him silently to stop. Was he going to do this right now? Doyoung notices your expression, and promptly pinches the male beside him.
“Ouch!” Jungwoo exclaims, rubbing his arm. “What was that for?”
“What was what for?” Doyoung asks, playing dumb. Yuta looks between the two of them, genuinely confused.
“You idiot, you pinched me!”
“Quit whining!” You speak up. “Hurry up and figure out what you want to drink! We’re not going to wait here for ten minutes like we did last time.”
Jungwoo narrows his eyes at that, “You’re both bullies.”
The waitress comes and takes your orders swiftly, taking the menus and leaving you four to your own devices.
“So,” Yuta begins, and nothing could prepare you for what he said next. “How long have you all been dating?”
Your heart stops for a second, turning to face him in disbelief. “D-dating?”
“For six months,” Jungwoo winks, not missing a beat. “Her and Doyoung were dating first actually-”
“No! We weren’t, he’s lying.” Doyoung interjects sternly, rolling his eyes.
“Okay I lied, actually Doyoung and I were dating first and then-”
It’s you who cuts him off this time. “None of us are dating, Jungwoo just likes to lie to new people. It’s his thing, he likes to see how far he can get with it.”
Yuta looks confused at the prospect. “Wait so you’re not in a poly relationship?”
“No.” You confirm. “Doyoung can’t take a hint and Jungwoo is a slut who can’t commit. I could never date them, it’d never work out.”
Jungwoo’s jaw drops at the statement, “Me?”
And Doyoung’s eyes widen as well, “That’s not true!”
Yuta finds it all amusing as he hides his laughter in his drink. “Sorry, I overheard Jungwoo one day and just assumed it was true.”
You cringe at the thought, “Jungwoo just likes to say shit.”
“You’re right.” Jungwoo explains, looking over at the other male beside him. “Plus, Doyoung has a stick up his ass anyways, he couldn’t handle us.”
“Yeah okay, fuck you too.”
You all laugh at his comment and you’re all reeled into other conversations. The tension that had remained before being eased, no longer feeling an air of uncomfortably here. You just feel into a rhythm with each other, and you regret that this was the first time you’ve all hung out with Yuta, and you hope it happens again.
The dumplings arrive and you all get to work, you hadn’t even realized how hungry you were, so you attention is drawn solely to your food. Failing to see how Yuta barely eats anything, consistently scooping and putting down his spoon to create the illusion of it.
But then again, you fail to notice.
So do Jungwoo and Doyoung, who are pretty drunk already. Doyoung ranting on about this hot girl at the office who he swears like to tease him. Jungwoo replying to say that Doyoung just has no game, prompting another bickering session between them. You laugh on, pouring you all more alcohol from the bottle sitting on your table. The boys pausing their argument to ask for more.
You all don’t even register how much you’re drinking, the liquid so smooth it goes down almost like water. And the effects barely catching up to you.
You offer Yuta some and he declines, saying someone needed to drive you all home. You nod and thank him, how generous and kind of him, so sweet.
It get’s late pretty quickly, and Doyoung suggests you all head back to your place, you just agree, ready to climb into your warm bed with lots of water.
It’s not uncommon for the guys to stay the night, they’ve grown accustom to sleeping on your floor and on the tiny chair in your room, it just worked.
So Yuta drives you all home, stone cold sober and completely aware he was driving around three trashed people in a car that wasn’t even his at midnight. He prayed he didn’t get pulled over.
You’re all able to make it up to your apartment room, Doyoung and Jungwoo hanging off of each other for stability, you being sober enough to stand upright.
They make a beeline for your room as you enter, you stopping in the kitchen to grab some hangover medicine and bottles of water.
Yuta stands in the kitchen with you, he found it sweet how much you cared for your friends. It was endearing how you always thought of them too.
“Thanks for tonight Yuta, we had fun.”
“I can tell.” He laughs, raising his eyebrows at you.
You just sleepily nod and head to your room, closing the door behind you.
-
You’re awoken by a throbbing headache, and Jungwoo’s leg strewn over you. How did he even get on the bed? You were sure he was on the floor. But those thoughts are derailed as you feel Doyoung laying sideways at the end of your bed. His light snores indicating he’s still fast asleep. You sigh.
The last thing you want to do is get up, but as you reach for your phone and see the time, you realize you’ve wasted most of your day. So you contemplate continuing to stay in bed or getting up and trying to make the most of the rest of your Saturday. The latter wins, as you achingly remove the sheets off your body.
Jungwoo stirs from beside you and groans, which wakes Doyoung as he nearly falls off the bed. Jungwoo steadily fights to open his eyes, clearly hungover.
Standing to stretch, you look at the two boys. “You guys look like shit.”
Doyoung laughs, “Right back at you.”
“Should’ve taken the Advil like I said.” You laugh and go to start the shower in your room, glad that you don’t have to step out into the apartment in this state.
That’s when the boys fumble behind you. Doyoung begrudgingly asks for his keys while Jungwoo hangs off his shoulder, and you shrug. You had no idea what Yuta did with them when you guys got back.
“Go knock on his door.” Jungwoo insists, “I want to get home, I need a shower.”
You roll your eyes as you head out of your room, slowly approaching Yuta’s You knock on the door. Once. Twice. No response. “Yuta! Are you home?”
And you’re met with silence, he must’ve gone to work, his schedule was pretty unpredictable. But its odd, hes usually here in the morning. Well, maybe he had to trade shifts and he’ll back tonight.
Though this leaves you with a problem, you have no idea where your friends keys are. And if Yuta’s at work, he won’t be anywhere near his phone.
Heading back into your room, you stand at the door. “He’s not here.”
“Call him?”
“I can.” You answer. Though, as expected, you go straight to voicemail.
Doyoung groans, “I’ll look around for the keys, maybe he left them on the counter or something.”
You wave him off. That’s when you think, Yuta probably just left them in his room. Maybe on his desk? But you can’t go into his room. No, he’d hate that.
Is this an invasion of privacy? You think as you stand outside of his door. Truth be told, you were very curious, and Doyoung’s keys sounded like a good excuse to trespass into his room. But Yuta’s always been awkward about his room, and you respected his wishes. Figuring maybe he had something embarrassing in there, you look down.
You twist the doorknob, and you’re met with a dark room. You can hardly see anything, as the blinds are shut and the lights off. You move to turn the lights on, annoyed with the sight before you.
It was a completely normal room.
Similar layout to yours, a desk and a chair with a plush full bed in the corner. Nothing was off about the scene before you, and you find that weird.
But then it hits you.
The smell.
It smelled horrible, almost like a dead animal. And sure, you knew men were filthy, but it smelled like something was straight up rotting in there.
You gag at the stench, clasping your nose to revert the smell away. Moving to enter his room, you notice Doyoung’s keys on the desk. He had likely just thrown them there when he entered and forget they weren’t his.
You quickly grab them, shut off the lights, and click the door behind you.
As you stand in the hallway, you notice something weird.
The room was clean, the bed was made, and everything was neat. It was as if no one lived in there, like no one had slept in that bed in years.
Also, if it was so clean, why did it stink so bad?
You had to write this down on your diagram, where was it anyways?
You’re derailed from finding it as Doyoung finds you, grabbing the keys from your hands. “Wanna meet up later? After my nap?”
And you consider it, but you’ve had enough of the boys for a bit, so you shake your head. “I’m tired, probably gonna just chill here.”
Doyoung nods in understanding, before putting on a teasing smile. “Sure you wanna stay in all day with the vampire?”
You narrow your eyes, “He’ll probably sleep all day, work’s tiring.”
“Fair enough.”
And with protest of Jungwoo, Doyoung exits the house with the younger in tow. Complaining about how you can’t hang and that he hopes Yuta sucks your blood. You sigh, they would never believe you.
And you doubt yourself too, somewhat. But the puzzle pieces are all fitting together suspiciously well. Anyways, you’re just glad you’re alone and that you get to shower peacefully now.
And it was definitely what you needed, seeing as you’re sure Jungwoo drooled in your hair, but that was a matter for another time.
Realizing you had yet to eat, you head straight to the kitchen, ready to make yourself something good. (Knowing you’d just probably settle for one of the ramen packets in the pantry.)
Though when you arrive, you’re startled to see Yuta, drinking a glass of water.
“Hey,” You speak up. “I didn’t hear you come in. Or leave this morning..”
“Yeah, they called me last night actually. I was going to tell you, but you were knocked out, and I didn’t want to wake your friends.” He explains.
So it was exactly like you had thought, but this meant he would be home for the rest of the day. Just lazing around the house, with you. Alone.
“I invited some friends over,” He speaks. Oh? That was kind of unusual. “I hope its not a big deal.”
“What? No, wouldn’t it be hypocritical of me to be mad when Doyoung and Jungwoo practically live here?” You laugh.
“Speaking of them,” He interjects, “Did they get home okay?”
The color drains from your face as you remember earlier. He was onto you. He knew, he definitely knew you went into his room. And he would not be happy.
“Uh yeah, Doyoung’s keys were on the counter so he just took them and left.” You lie, hoping he didn’t suspect you.
And he didn’t seem any the wiser, simply nodding at your statement. He likely didn’t even remember where he left them anyways, as he went straight to work. You hope he was too distracted to recall that where he’d left them.
“Cool,” He places his cup in the sink. “I’m going to nap, but wake me when they get here?”
You agree and he heads to his room, not sparing you a second glance. You release a breath, glad you didn’t give away that you broke his most important room mate rule. Anyways, now was definitely the time for ramen.
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You hadn't even realized how much time had passed since you started watching this show. You spent three hours watching Netflix after devouring your bowl and nursing your favorite juice. You were only awaken from your trance when there was a knock on your apartment door, likely Yuta’s friends.
After jumping off the couch and scrambling to your feet, you go to open the door. Surprised (but not really) to see two unfamiliar faces looking back at you.
One is slender and has soft black eyeliner around his eyes, cute. The taller of the two is more innocent looking, though his smile and good looks tells you he’s likely troublesome.
You open your mouth to speak but the cute one beats you to it.
“Is Yuta here?”
“He’s asleep.”
“Well, wake him.” The taller remarks, and you want to hold you breath and hope you die.
You weren’t too good with men in general, but teasingly rude ones? Yeah these definitely weren’t your type of guys.
You just stutter, feet planted to the floor. “Y-yeah I’ll go-”
The smaller one speaks up, “Don’t mind Jaehyun, he’s moody, hasn't eaten.”
You just nod, smiling awkwardly. The nice thing to do would be to offer to cook, but these were Yuta’s friends and not yours. He’d just have to do it.
“I’m Taeyong, a friend of Yuta’s.” He extends his hand for you to shake, and you do gladly. “The asshole’s name is Jaehyun.” And the other groans.
“I’m not an asshole.”
The two begin bickering but Jaehyun’s soon cut off by Taeyong, “Anyways, Yuta didn’t tell us he had such a pretty girlfriend.”
You want to sink into the ground beneath you, shaking your hands, you deny. “Oh no, we just live together.”
“Just live together? You’re not friends?” Jaehyun interrogates.
“Uh..” You trail, not knowing how to respond. Were you guys considered friends? You just decide to change the subject. “Why don’t you guys come in? I’ll go wake Yuta.”
You close the door behind them and show them to the living room, then heading to the hallway where your rooms are located. Stopping in front of Yuta’s door, you knock. No response. So you knock again, to no avail.
“Your friends are here, Yuta!” You yell, and you hear movement in his room.
After a shuffle, you see him pull his door open, just enough for him to slip through and close it behind him. So suspicious, like he was hiding something in there, even though you had known better.
You shrug it off, “I’ll be in my room.”
“Okay.” He says, used to you keeping to yourself, nothing out of the ordinary.
Turning to head to your room, you’re held back by another voice. “Going to hide?” It’s Jaehyun, appearing in the hallway as he leans against the wall. “Don’t wanna hang around us?
You don’t know what to say, caught off guard by his question.
Good thing Yuta answers for you. “Leave her alone.”
“My bad, didn’t realize she was an exception.”
What was that supposed to mean?
Yuta just looks at you, “Sorry about him.”
You wave him off, “Its okay! You know what? I think I’m going over to Doyoung’s! He asked me to swing by.” Uttering the most convincing excuse you could come up with, but Yuta nods.
“Alright, be safe.”
You just thank him and run to get a sweater and a pair of shoes from your room. Ready to be free of the suffocating atmosphere of this apartment.
You pass Jaehyun on the way out, still in the hallway and he shoots you a look, one that you can’t decipher. But you weren’t going to stick around and find out what it meant anyways.
Taeyong bids you goodbye as you head out, telling you he’d like to visit again.
You wonder if he’ll actually make good on that promise.
Once you’ve made it to your car, you pull your phone and begin rapidly typing for Doyoung’s number.
He picks up on the first ring.
“Hello?”
“Doyoung! I’m coming over!”
“Now?
“Yes! Now!”
“But I thought-”
“Yeah that was before Yuta’s friends came over.”
And the other side of the line is silent, Doyoung understanding what you meant. “I’ll order food, but you’re paying when it gets here.”
“Understood.” And you hear the fade out of the call.
Of course this had to happen on what was supposed to be a relaxing Saturday in. You just sigh and start your car, eager to be away from the three men currently in your apartment.
To your surprise, Jungwoo’s already over when you arrive. He said Doyoung called saying something was wrong and you roll your eyes.
“Doyoung’s being dramatic, I just didn’t wanna stay in there with Yuta and some strangers.”
Jungwoo nods in understanding. “Were they hot?”
You whip your head around to face him, “Are you serious?”
He places his hands up in defeat. “Okay okay, sorry.”
You just laugh as you enter Doyoung’s kitchen, digging through the cabinet for a snack. Jungwoo reaching over you to grab a cup form the cupboard.
“You two are just leeches.” Doyoung says, coming to check what the commotion was.
“Yup, that’s me.” You agree, and he chuckles in response.
“Are you staying the night?” He nudges.
“No, I better go home.” And he nods. “
“As long as you take Jungwoo with you.”
“Hell no.”
“Hey! What’s wrong with me?!”
“Do you really want us to answer that?”
And as the kitchen erupts in laughter, you wish you could save this moment forever. They really were you best friends, always dependable and always here for you. You’d be lost without them.
These thoughts re-enter your mind as the subpar movie you were all currently watching rolls the end credits. You’re running your hands through Doyoung’s hair as he lays on your lap, Jungwoo fast asleep as he leans on his side.
All these two did was sleep, you think. Moving to check the time, you realize it’s gotten kind of late. You decide to head home, the comfort of your bed being more tempting that your friends couch.
Helping him up, he groans at being moved. But still see’s you out to his door. “I’m going to dump water on Jungwoo’s head and make him go home.”
“Sure.” You giggle sarcastically.
“Have a safe trip home.”
“Thank you.”
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Unlocking the door to your house, you’re met with silence as you open it.
“Yuta?” You call out, but are given no response. He must’ve went out with the other two. You shrug your shoulders.
Walking through the hall, you step into the living room to see Yuta.
He’s just standing there, like he was anticipating your arrival.
“Oh hey,” You speak, somewhat off. “Did the guys go home?”
“I know,” He interrupts, your blood running cold. He’s dead serious too, which wipes the previous smile off your face.
“What?”
“I know what you think I am.”
You’re ready to deny it, to try and smooth things over. To say that he’s got it all wrong, whatever he’s thinking. You struggle to find the words though.
Until he pulls a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket. “Found this under the couch.”
You recognized it instantly, your diagram.
You wave your hands, “Oh no no, that was a joke! I don’t actually think that.”
Why did you have to do that? You went and ruined a perfectly good living situation with a guy who was respectful and clean. Now he was probably going to throw you out, creeped out by your observations and theories of him.
He probably hated you now, for thinking something so vile of him. He probably thought you were stupid too, who would think that?
You’re about to spill out a string of apologies when he motions for you to be quiet.
“Well,” He says, taking a seat on the couch. “You figured it out.”
And you feel your jaw go slack.
What did he mean?
He just laughs at your speechless form, “You’re smarter than I thought, the others never caught on.”
And you’re completely confused. “O-others?”
“Did you ever wonder why I was looking for a room mate?” And he continues when you don’t respond. “Cause I killed the previous one.”
You want to throw up.
“And the one before that, and the one before that.” He continues, as if its all just one big joke. And you hope it is. Maybe he was just messing with you? Because there was no way. No way, right?
Yuta? The Yuta right in front of you, was a vampire? A real, living vampire?
“What a shame though, I was going to keep you. Until I found out you were snooping in my room. Just as I thought we were becoming friends too.” He laughs out, but not his normal one, no this one is laced with some kind of evil.
How had he found out? He had remembered where he left the keys then.
“I’ve had to stop all my friends from feeding on you,” He speaks, you backing up into the corner. “Jaehyun and Taeyong are the oldest of us, and they came demanding to know why you weren’t dead yet. That’s why they called you the exception.”
So he was looking out for you? What was he going to do to you now?
Were you going to die? Fear washes over your body at that, trying to figure out if you could make it out the front door before Yuta could catch you. You deduced that you probably couldn’t, but you should try anyways.
“Nothing to say?” Yuta asks.
And your attention is drawn back to him, “I..”
“Tell me,” He inquires. “How hard do you think it was to hold back from killing your friends? Knowing they were touching what I claimed. Made me look like an idiot when everyone else could smell them on you. Vampires have a keen sense of smell too, you know?”
Your back hits the wall as he stands up. Why was he telling you this? If he was going to kill you, why was he wasting so much time?
But after registering his words, you knew you couldn’t let him touch your friends. They didn’t deserve any of that.
“Please don’t do anything to them,” You beg. “Please.”
He scoffs, “Here you are, about to die at the hands of a supernatural being, and all you’re worried about is Doyoung and Jungwoo.”
You look around nervously, “I’m going to die?” You confirm.
“Not really.”
“What?” You let out meekly, as he approaches you closer.
“I’m going to turn you.”
“No!” You shout. You couldn’t, there’s no way you could live life that way. Much less an eternal life, you’d rather die, here and now.
You’re barely able to protest before he sinks his teeth into your neck, your breath stilling. You hoped maybe he would miscalculate, that maybe he would just accidentally kill you instead.
All you can do is stand there and wince in pain as he draws blood from you. At this point, you’re hoping to be dead.
You don’t want to know what turning into a vampire entails.
But it looks like you were going to find out.
#yuta#yuta fanfic#doyoung#nct yuta#doyoung fanfic#yuta smut#nct#nct fanfic#jungwoo#yuta nct#yuta nct fanfic#yuta nakamoto#nct halloween#nct yuta nakamoto#jungwoo nct#doyoung nct#yuta imagines#yuta imagine
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My fantasy high jr year thoughts for episode 15
There is no context just what I would have live blogged about
THE WRITTEN TEST??? Crazy I would have died on the spot and the fact that they actually tried is crazy but they did so good for the circumstances 100 hand written words in 5 minutes is insane
Also the shrimp dragon??? I love art department so much it’s so creative and also just such a cool looking model I was dying when’s it came out
Gorgug hitting a nat 20 always makes me happy bc we jsut see more of his artificer barbarian stuff work but the 2 crist back to back Zac always has the best rolls I swear
Zacs stupid little stamp I love him sm
FIGS SPIRIT GUARDIANS WITH THE STURGES WAS SO FUNNY I live Emily so fucking much
The second pass on the math exam is so based I fucking hate math he’s so me
When the worm came out I was stunned holy shit there were so many monsters on field
FIG AGAINST THE WYVERN WAS CRAZY ALMOST 90 points of damage in one turn
Shrimp jump/shrimp party and crab king being turned into literal monsters is so funny
ZAC WITH ANOTHER NAT 20 HIS DICE ARE SO GOOD
THE WORM IS HORRIBLE OH MY GOD
ANOTHER NAT 20 WHAT THE FUCK ZAC
“My kid got a 7… my kid got a 1”Lou and ally talking about their dice in the same tone as the Charlie Brown Halloween quote is so fucking funny
Gavin is the mvp I love him, fantasy high npcs are always so funny
Fig eliminating a full wyvern as well as a bunch of fantasy mosquitoes with little to no effort on her part is insane she’s so cracked
Fabian fighting for his life to just…. Not be held by a monster for a turn is so funny. This shouldn’t be his turn for most rounds as an extremely Dex character lmao
The hangman with 2 nat 20s on an attack on a giant crab is hilarious bc Lou’s rolls have been mid this whole time ahsjdjd
Fig kissing the fucking pentacorn mid battle is the most Emily thing she could choose to do her playstyle is my favorite thing in the entire world
FIGS SPIRIT GAURDIANS COME IN CLUTCH SO MUCH HOLY SHIT
KIPPERLILY THAT FUCKING CUNT HOLY SHIT HELLO??? KILLING BUDDY??? OISIN BEING APART OF IT TOO???? NOOO I WAS ROOTING FOR HIM AND ADINE
the ocher jellies are so cute and so fucking pointless ahsjdjd
Gorgug vs the worm no thoughts just very stressful ahsjdjd
RIZ WITH THE 31 DAMAGE VS THE UMBERHULK WITH 30 HP WAS INSANE LUCK MURPH ROLLS COMING IN CLUTCH WHEN IT MATTERS
butter gummies my beloved
“Come on riz”
The mimic being the strongest monster is so funny bc this was 100% supposed to be a quick kill round 1
Fig carried combat today holy shit even with Emily’s bad rolls she’s taken out half of the enemies that’s insane
GORGUG WIRH ANOTHER FUCKING CRIT WHAT THE FUCK ZACS DICE ARE INSANE TODAY next week he’s gonna be rolling nat ones all day long
“What did you call it….BUTTER. GUMMIES.” I adore ally so much
30 persuasion roll on the butter gummies…. It’s time for love NOW
“You are stupid” as if Gorgug didn’t leave the owl ears and dedicate the whole year to studying for his mcat pls
Gorgugs artificer stuff is so fun I’m so glad Zac took on that class
#fabian seacaster#kristen applebees#fig faeth#adine abernant#gorgug thistlespring#riz gukgak#fhjy ep 15#fantasy high#dimension 20 fhjy#fhjy spoilers#d20 fhjy#fhjy#fhjy liveblog#dimension 20#dropout
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Home || Peter Quill
Summary: Peter goes home
Warnings: Uhh none, I think?
AN) this is a rewrite of something I did after Endgame! if you enjoy, please let me know! Also yes, there’s a reference to his bisexuality because fuck it, we need bi rep and so many people forget Peter Jason Quill is bisexual.
Peter looked down at the stack of letters he had been writing for (Y/N). He felt nervous, guilty even for returning after all these years. He hadn’t purposely left, he was abducted. He isn’t even sure if she remembers him. Was it possible?
To (Y/N) August 1989
The oldest letter in the stack, written the year after he was taken. It explained what his life was like now. Telling her about his first year in space. Asking her what it was like in 4th grade. Apologizing for being gone. Promising to see her as soon as he could. An ‘I love you always’ sloppily written at the bottom as he rushed to finish it.
To (Y/N) October 1990
10 year old Peter wished her a happy halloween, asking her what’s popular on Earth. The ramblings of a child excited about being gifted his very own spaceship. He made it a point to tell her it was named after Alyssa Milano. He told her all about Yondu and the ravagers.
He wrote to her at least once a year. His handwriting slowly improved as he aged. He smiled down at the aged stacks of paper, thinking back fondly to his childhood. Peter shuffled through the letters, quickly glancing at the dates on each of them.
To (Y/N) May 2006
To (Y/N) July 2012
To (Y/N) August 2014
To (Y/N) November 2014
He paused on that one. November 2014. He wrote about his relationship with Gamora. He wrote about how he met his biological father, who just happened to be a planet. He wrote about the death of said father, and the death of the father that actually raised him. Yondu.
To (Y/N) April 2023
The most recent one. He’d written it after they’d all returned. He wrote about the death of Gamora. He wrote about battling Thanos on Titan. He wrote about being back on Earth, about the massive battle in New York. He wrote about Tony Stark’s private funeral. He wrote about wanting to see her.
Peter organized the letters back in the original order. He’d asked Pepper for help, giving her what information he had on his childhood friend in hopes of tracking her down. Pepper had come through with plenty of information. (Y/N) actually lived in New York. She worked from home in IT. She was single. She had survived the blip. He was just down the street from her apartment, nerves taking over as he looked in the direction of her home. He took a deep breath, and continued down the street. Peter chewed on his lip as he knocked on her door. A faint ‘Just a minute!’ could be heard from the otherside, and at that moment, it took everything in him not to run away.
The door opened. “Hi, can I help you?” She spoke, his blood running cold and his throat felt tight.
“You’re totally not going to believe this, but it’s me, (Y/N).” Peter rushed, causing her to raise her eyebrow. “I’m back. I-I’m Peter. Peter Quill from Missouri.”
“This isn’t funny. I don’t know how you know about my connection to him-” She started, but Peter was quick to cut her off.
“When you were in kindergarten, you got in trouble for having a pocket of worms. I got in trouble with you because I ate one of them in class. Nastiest taste in the world, but it amused you.” He chuckled, running his fingers over the envelopes. “If that didn’t convince you, I remember the huge crush you had on Mark Hamill after we watched Star Wars. I bullied you for ages about it.”
“Peter..” She whispered, hand coming to cover her mouth. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at him. “It’s been 35 years, where the fuck have you been?”
Peter stuck the worn pile of envelopes out in front of him. “Funny enough, these probably explain it better than I could. I wrote to you frequently. I’m gonna be completely honest, I wasn't even sure if I was ever coming back. I was convinced I was wasting time, but y’know all the funky shit that happened kinda forced me back.”
(Y/N) took them and flicked through the pile. “I never stopped looking for you. When they said you disappeared, I went looking everywhere we’d gone. I thought you’d just run away, but rumors began that maybe you’d died and I just.. I knew you weren’t dead.” Her eyes met his face and she smiled. “I’ve missed you, dumbass.”
Peter stepped forward, wrapping his arms tightly around her as they stood there in an embrace. “I’m sorry for leaving, and again, you won’t believe this but I’ve got a pretty insane reputation in space.”
The woman pulled away and raised her eyebrow at him. “What? Peter.. You mean outer space right? Like up there?” She asked him, pointing up at the sky. He nodded, a childish grin plastered on his face.
“Ask me about my reputation.”
“I’m afraid to know.” She sighed.
“C’mon.” He cooed, swaying them slightly. “You know you’re curious.”
“What’s your reputation, Peter?”
He looked down at her with his signature smirk. “On Terra, I’m just little old Peter Quill. A boring, apparently presumed dead, nobody. In space, I’m the legendary outlaw turned hero of the galaxy known as Star-Lord, lover to all.” He winked, making (Y/N) roll her eyes.
“Lover to all, huh? How many alien STDs do you have?” She laughed as he groaned. “Do aliens have STDs?”
“I don’t have any that I know of, and I’m assuming they do. I don’t just go around asking aliens if they do or not!” He replied, as his childhood friend doubled over with laughter. “I missed hearing you laugh.”
“I missed you, Peter. It’s nice to have you back, even if it’s temporary.” She huffed, looking up at him. “I don’t know how long you’re staying, if you are, but would you like to have dinner with me? I want a chance to properly catch up with you.”
“Are you asking me on a date?”
“Never in a million years, space boy.” She spoke, stepping aside and motioning him in. “C’mon, I make a mean ass pot of chili and I’m assuming you haven’t had any in ages.”
Peter happily stepped inside, shrugging off his coat and tossing in on the closest chair. He looked around her apartment, the walls covered with photos from her life and movie posters he didn’t recognize. A photo of him and her on Halloween hung beside a framed drawing he’d made for her back before he was abducted.
“Hey, (YN), what the hell is Revenge of the Sith? And why do you have a big ass poster of it?”
#peter quill x reader#peter quill#star lord x reader#mcu x reader#mcu fanfic#x reader#platonic!peter quill x reader
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hi!! could i request a fluffy rosa diaz x reader fic where reader works as a detective at the precinct and rosa kind of has a soft spot for her (more like a crush on her), so when rosa gets sick like in that one episode reader finally convinces rosa to admit she doesn’t feel good and takes her home and takes care of her? tysm!!
Hermosa
- Rosa Diaz x detective fem! reader -
Warnings: coarse language, fluff, implied smut at the end
Thank you for your request! :)
You clocked in at exactly nine o’clock that morning. Right on time, you looked at the desk opposite of yours and it was empty. “Amy, has Rosa come in yet?”
“Oh. No.” Amy’s eyes widen briefly, shocked.
“Oh, wow. Rosa’s not here yet? Doesn’t she stay like really near here?” Jake remarked.
“Yes she does.” Gina chimed in, “Her apartment is the closest to the precinct.”
“Is she not coming to work today?” Amy asks you.
“If I knew that, I wouldn’t have asked you.”
“Right.” Amy smiled sheepishly, focusing back on her work.
“She hasn’t texted you or anything?” Jake carries on the conversation with you while you got settled.
“No, I just thought she was already here-” Before you could say anything else, hurried footsteps interrupted your train of thought. Your eyes followed the sound, which turned out to be Rosa who’d just arrived.
“Holy shit, girl.” Gina broke the silence as the rest of the squad watched her, bewildered, “You look like hell.” Rosa scowled, sitting down in her chair.
You’d been glaring at her since the moment she sat down across from you. Rosa shot you a look meaning for you to drop it and leave her alone. That was the end of that conversation for a bit. Meanwhile, she was sniffly and sneezed a handful of times. Not to mention she looks pale as a sheet. She somehow made it to lunch before you got so annoyed that you pulled her aside, “Will you just admit you’re sick and let me take you home?”
“y/n, I’m fine. Diaz’s don’t get sick.”
“Oh, yeah? What are you then? Just trying a new makeup look for Halloween?” You huffed.
Rosa chuckles. “What’s so funny?” You ask, almost offended.
“Ha ha.” She responded, “You’re not scary.”
“Rosa!” You nearly rolled your eyes, “You’re sick, please just let me take you home so you can rest? The last thing I want is you passing out on the gross precinct floors.”
“Wait a minute-” Rosa got all serious for a second, “You said ‘please’?”
“What?” You asked, puzzled.
“You asked if you could please take me home.” She pointed out.
“So?”
“So, okay.” She shrugged, “Whatever.”
“Okay?” You repeated, not expecting her to agree.
“Rosa’s going home?” Jake gasps, “Oh, she so likes you.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Rosa complains, tossing an eraser at him.
“I’ve been watching you two, Diaz.” Gina added on, “Very flirty~”
You tried to hide a blush that very clearly still showed. “You two would be great together.” Charles chimed in, “So great.”
“Also, that height difference is mwah- perfect.” Gina wasn’t done.
“I agree.” Amy shrugged, “Rosa’s always had like a soft spot for you. From the day you started, even.”
“Wow, you guys are suddenly experts, huh?” Rosa scoffed, “Let’s go, y/n. Ignore them- they’re a bunch of kids.”
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As Rosa laid on her couch, you were at the stove cooking her some soup. “Hey.”
“Yeah?” You glanced at her over your shoulder.
“Do you buy what they say?”
“What do you mean?” You asked nervously.
“Do you think they’re right? That I’ve had a crush on you since you joined our squad?”
You stayed quiet for a minute, stirring the soup. “Um…you’re not gonna beat me up depending on my answer, are you?”
“What?” Rosa guffaws, and ended up coughing. “No, that’s crazy.”
“Well, if I’m being honest. I hope they are, because literally- god, this is going to sound so stupid.”
“Oh, just say it.” Rosa insisted, grabbing a tissue to blow her nose.
“Over time, I’ve found myself liking you as more than a friend. But- despite all the time we spend together while on the job, I realise I still don’t really know you. But I mean, the squad thinks we’re best friends. And I’d like to think that we’re close because you haven’t threatened to chop me up yet and compared to how you are with the rest of them, don’t you see a difference? I mean, do you?” You panicked at the end.
Now Rosa was stunned into silence. That was a first. “Honestly…I didn’t even realise what I was doing. It just naturally happened over time- Holt kept partnering us up and little by little, we got closer.” She began, “I guess…I didn’t dare to take a bigger step to actually flirt with you because I get so nervous, I suck at it. And- I didn’t know if you were attached or not so I didn’t want to weird you out either.”
She’s never one to talk about her feelings- she says it makes her want to throw up. But she actually opened up and talked to you. You were shocked, then you were somewhat…honoured. Maybe also a little smug that you managed to get that out of her.
You turned the stove off, grabbing a bowl and a spoon. “I’m not seeing anyone and I’ve never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend before.” You admit, she walks over to the kitchen- to you, and wrapped her arms around you from behind. “You’re the first person that I’ve fallen for so quickly and so hard, it feels terrifying, but also equally exciting. But I just- I really didn’t know and didn’t want to say anything because I was afraid of the outcome.” You managed to say before her grip around you tightened fully, and she’d rested her chin on your shoulder.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” She asked softly as she watched you ladle a scoop of the chicken noodle soup into the bowl. You would’ve dropped the damn ladle if you weren’t so aware that she had her arms around you.
“Will I be your girlfriend?” You repeated her question in disbelief, “Oh, my God. Yes, Rosa.”
She chuckles into your ear, sending a chill down your spine and made you squirm, “I won’t kiss you because I don’t want you to get sick, but once I’m better, you’re about to get pampered, hermosa.” You asked her to let go of you so you could take the bowl over to the table, and she does.
“Eat with me.”
“Yeah, I will. Just gonna set this down for you first.” You told her.
Rosa tells you to return to the precinct after lunch, but you said no. “Holt let me. Besides, he says if they needed me, I’ll get a call. I don’t think he was expecting me to go back today, anyway.”
Rosa smirked, “What do you mean, y/n?”
“What I mean, is that he seems to know about your little crush on me.”
“No he doesn’t.”
You snorted, “Please- he so does. Yesterday, I was out with him for a case. He asked me directly if I liked you and if I’d noticed that you’ve been extra nice to me. Also, it was very funny to see that look on his face when I dragged you into his office so he could see how pale you were.”
“Hilarious.” Rosa agreed, “Thanks- for making me the soup and making me come home.”
“No problem.” You smiled, eating a spoonful of the food.
“Look, this soup is great, but why couldn’t we get pizza?”
“That dairy’s just gonna make you more congested.” You pointed out. “Like I would care.”
“You might not, but I do. I’m the one that’s taking care of you and having to deal with your whining.”
“My whining?” She gasps dramatically, “God, y/n. I think that’d be you. We made out at the New Year’s party and you were whiny freaking mess.”
You blushed thinking about the memories of that night. “Speechless?” She teased, “What do you say you get us dinner tonight and I’ll give you a little thank-you? I might be sick and can’t kiss you, but there’s a lot I can do with just my hands.”
“I’ll think about it.” You shrug, a smirk creeping onto your face.
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Very (very) slowly carrying on with my Buffy rewatch.
I really like Fear Itself. I think it's probably the best of the show's three Halloween episodes. Maybe not one of the truly top tier Buffy episodes, but certainly a very fun and solid one.
I'd completely forgotten about the scene Buffy shares with her mom while getting her costume prepared for the party. In my memory Joyce really isn't in this season much at all. It's a really nice shared moment too, of the sort I wish we'd seen a bit more often. (Although it's not clear to me exactly when Joyce is meant to have found out that Ted was a robot. When did Buffy tell her, and why?) And canon confirmation that Joyce has friends other than the late and unlamented Pat!
Anya is a fun addition to the group, even if you have to do some mental gymnastics to reconcile this version of the character with the very different version we saw in a handful of episodes last season. Still, this version is charming enough that I don't really mind doing that ("Xander is in trouble! We've got to do something right now! Aren't you listening? Xander is trapped!" she says to Giles by way of introduction, only to respond to his question "Where are Buffy and the others?" with a wonderfully uninterested "Oh, they're trapped too, but we've got to save Xander!").
It's nice to finally get some real character development for Oz -- seeing his fear of losing control of his werewolf side and of hurting Willow -- though it's made more than a little bittersweet by the knowledge that this is all in service of writing him out of the show forever in just a couple more episodes' time.
Also lots of foreshadowing for Willow's later character development ("I can handle the dark forces as good as anyone else. It’s not that hard!") and indeed for the wider theme of the season itself (with Buffy and Willow's argument and Xander's fear that he's becoming invisible to his friends). It's easy to get distracted by how goofy and underbaked the Initiative arc is this season, but there actually really is quite a lot of good season-long characterisation going on here.
Who knew that opening a new bus lane in Dublin could cause so much supernatural trouble?
If I could change one thing about this episode, I'd have Buffy confronted by a vision of Angel/Angelus when trapped in the basement, rather than some random frat guy (and we know the show was still doing lots of crossovers at this point, so I feel it could have happened). You'd need to change barely any dialogue, but I think it would add a lot to lines like "They ran away from you; they always will. Open your heart to someone and ..." or "No matter how hard you fight, you just end up in the same place. I don't know why you bother". (I mean, obviously Buffy's angst re:Parker is already meant to not just solely be about Parker, but why not make this even more obvious?)
I feel I've been very dimissive of the show's lighter episodes recently (well, of Something Blue in particular), so it's rather nice to be reminded that the show actually can be pretty funny when it wants to be.
#btvs#buffy rewatch 2023#(I know it's the wrong year but that's the tag I picked and I'm afraid we're stuck with it)
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