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idyllic-ghost · 2 years

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just ask; wonwoo x fem!reader

request: hi, is it possible for you to write a wonwoo smut? pairing fem reader and gamer boyfriend wonwoo? ofc fine if not, but ty if u do! <3

synopsis: you're not very good at asking for things, especially not of the sexual kind. but maybe you can be driven to a point where you simply have to ask.

a/n: hiiii this took super long to write bc i got a mini-writers-block in the middle of it. i'm sorry if it feels super awkward at some points.

cw: unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), begging, praise, use of pet names

genre: smut, established relationship

word count: 4.2k

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Wonwoo wasn't a neglectful boyfriend. In fact, he spent a lot of his attention on you. He enjoyed spending time with you, doting on you, buying you gifts, and doing anything else you would love for your boyfriend to do. But Wonwoo also has other interests, like any ordinary human person. That isn't your problem, per se. You liked that he had other hobbies, that you could be two individuals who weren't constantly dependent on one another... but right now, you felt a bit dependent on him.

No, Wonwoo wasn't a neglectful boyfriend, but right now, he was neglecting you - even if it was unintentional. While you were withering away on the bed, he was in your shared office where he had put up his gaming set-up. You loved that he played with his friends, and it was good that he interacted with people - is what you kept repeating in your head while you tried to suppress that static feeling rippling up in your lower stomach. You were immensely horny because of an event this morning, which Wonwoo had somehow completely forgotten about.

Your eyes had fluttered open to see him sleeping beside you. His bare, broad chest was on display for you, as the covers were only dragged up to the middle of his torse. There was only one thought in your brain as you reached out your hand to touch him. In his tired, still half-asleep state, he brought you closer and nuzzled his face into your neck.

"Good morning, love." His voice was raspy, it made you feel dizzy.

Your fingers went to the nape of his neck, from where they then traveled to his hair. A content sigh escaped your lips as Wonwoo placed soft kisses all over your neck.

"Is my baby feeling a bit needy today?" He laughed lazily as you tried to press yourself closer to him.

"Mhm..." you hummed. "You look so good, so, how could I resist?"

He looked up at you, squinting ever so slightly because he still hadn't gotten his glasses from the nightstand, and gave you a tired smile. It was his thanks for the compliment.

"I'm sorry, love, I really have to leave as soon as possible." He shifted around in bed before he sat up.

Before you could start whining and complaining, Wonwoo pressed a kiss on your cheek. You watched him put on his glasses and walk over to the dresser to find some clothes for the day.

"I promise that I'll give you some extra attention when I get home tonight, okay?" he said when he saw your disappointed expression.

"I'll keep you to that," you said and went back to sleep.

You hadn't kept him to it. Wonwoo came home, the two of you ate dinner together, and you said you wanted to go to bed. He just kissed your cheek and said goodnight. It left you confused and somewhat irritated, but he couldn't exactly read your mind - so how could you blame him? You had trouble with telling him what you wanted. It felt embarrassing to admit having needs, for some odd reason. While it was something that you both had actively worked on, you hadn't ever initiated something on your own. He always had to encourage you to tell him what it was you needed. It was fun to have him tease you and lead you to say what you wanted, but you still felt embarrassed to ask for something so out of the blue.

Which is why you were walking back and forth in front of the office door. Blue light streamed out of the crack in the door, and you could hear Wonwoo talking into his headset. His voice was low and raspy, just like this morning, and it definitely didn't help your state of mind. Your fingers gripped at the hem of the shirt you were wearing. It was Wonwoo's shirt, one that you had stolen from his wardrobe earlier this evening. You had wanted to be bold, so you were only wearing a pair of black, lacy panties underneath - which you knew were his favorite of yours - but now you were regretting it. Maybe it was a dumb idea, maybe you should just go to bed. But you wouldn't be able to sleep much if you went to bed now.

"Baby? Is that you?" You heard Wonwoo call out for you.

You peeked your head through the door after opening it ever so slightly. His eyes met yours. He looked tired, but he was still smiling warmly at you.

"Thought I heard someone outside..." he muttered and motioned for you to come in. "You can sit with me if you can't sleep."

Usually, it would be precisely what you needed - but not right now. You didn't say a word. Instead, you just went to sit by your desk. Wonwoo turned his gaming chair around to look at you, looking a bit confused. As if it were the most obvious thing ever, he patted his lap to signal for you to sit there instead. Your office chair was safe. There, you could wriggle around uncomfortably as you watched Wonwoo tap away at his keyboard. He would never know that you were struggling if you sat in your chair but, of course, he didn't want you to sit there. Whenever you had trouble sleeping, you would come into the office and sit on his lap. It was your routine, and Wonwoo didn't break routines. Hesitantly, you made your way over to him.

"I don't want to interrupt your game..." you mumbled as an excuse.

"You're not," he said casually. "We're in the waiting lobby right now, and I turned the mic off. I'm just going to play one more round and then I can take you to bed."

His hands were on your waist, pulling you in closer and urging you to sit down on his lap. You knew he loved to have you sit there while he played since he had frequently called you his little blanket. Right now, you weren't his little blanket, you were just his incredibly horny girlfriend, and you just wanted him to see that without any questions asked.

"Come on, baby." He interrupted your racing thoughts. "I really don't mind, okay?"

Of course he would worry about you feeling like you were being clingy. For someone so good at reading people, he really couldn't read you at all. Or maybe he could, and this was all some sort of game. You couldn't think much longer because he pulled you closer and made you sit down. Usually, you would sit with both your legs across his, but now he managed to sit you down in a straddling position. Wonwoo was going to be the death of you.

"There you go, sweetheart," he muttered as he turned his attention back to the game. "I'm turning the mic back on, okay?"

You hummed because that's all you could manage to do. Wonwoo was so close, yet so far away, from where you needed him most. Instinctively, you hid your face in the crook of his neck. After turning on his mic, his hands traveled back to your waist to keep you steady while he adjusted himself in the chair.

"Sorry about that, I just had to take care of something," he said to his friends.

As he adjusted himself, his crotch just barely brushed against your core. You let out a whimper, loud and lewd enough for people to hear and understand what it implied, and pushed yourself deeper into the crook of his neck in an attempt to hide it.

"Ugh, don't tell me-" you heard a disgusted voice through his headset followed by many people laughing.

"Wait one more second..." Wonwoo sighed and turned off his headset again.

He gently peeled your head away from him so that he could look at you. Your face was bright red, and it only got worse when you met his eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked with a knowing smile.

"I'm fine," you squeaked out.

"Are you sure, baby?" His smile became smugger. "You don't need me to take care of you?"

One of his hands went from your waist to the hem of your shirt to creep up under it. You sighed at his touch, trying to put your head back into the crook of his neck. Wonwoo only pushed you back to keep you looking at him.

"I know you need something..." He sucked in a sharp breath as he took a look at the panties you were wearing. "And you're very clever, but that's not going to fly with me, sweetheart. You know you have to tell me if you want something."

"... could you turn off the game?", you asked.

"Of course, baby." Wonwoo turned his mic back on, "Hey, I have to go... I'm sure you can win the next round without me, right?"

Many complaints were heard through the headset, but Wonwoo only chuckled and started turning everything off. Inside, he was burning up, but he was trying to keep calm in front of you. He wanted you to feel comfortable asking for things, and if he constantly took control, you wouldn't get to practice that. Now you were looking like you were about to explode - and while Wonwoo didn't like that you couldn't ask for things, he definitely enjoyed teasing you about it.

"Turned everything off for you, love," he hummed. "Can you tell me what you want now?"

"I want..." You trailed off and started to play with the neckline of his shirt, to keep yourself distracted.

The room was dark now, the only light coming from outside the office. It acted as a reminder that you hadn't turned off the lights in the bedroom.

"Do you want to go to bed with me?" he asked with faux innocence printed all over his face. "Want me to hold you until you fall asleep, hm?"

Any other day, this would've sounded like a complete dream. Right now, he was just a little bit off the mark.

"Not exactly..." You cleared your throat. "But I do want to go to the bedroom."

"Then let's go."

Wonwoo lifted you up. You let out a yelp and quickly wrapped your arms around his neck to stay stable. He walked through the apartment, and when he got to the bedroom, he put you down on the bed. Wonwoo already knew what you wanted, so it wasn't weird of him to turn off the lights and pull his shirt over his head.

"Can you tell me now, princess?" he asked sweetly as he tossed his shirt to the side.

You were sitting at the edge of the bed, your feet touching the floor. Wonwoo crouched down in front of you, settling himself between your legs and leaning his cheek to the inside of your thigh. He was waiting.

"Well, it's about this morning..." you mumbled, "You promised that you would..."

"Sorry, honey, I can't hear you." He planted a quick kiss on your thigh. "Please speak up for me."

"You kind of... left me hanging this morning," you said as your face turned bright red. "And I tried to just... fix it by myself, but-"

An exasperated sigh escaped your throat and you covered your warm face with your hands. You could hear Wonwoo snickering, and you wanted to shut him up.

"I want you," you said and put your hands back down. "And you said that you would when you got home, but you didn't."

"I'm sorry, love," he said with a heartwarming smile. "Just use your words, and I'll do whatever you ask of me now."

Whatever you ask. That was a big promise.

"Could you kiss me, then?", you smiled at him.

He was very close to starting laughing at you. Out of everything you could've asked for, you wanted a kiss. But it was progress, and he couldn't deny you anything when he had promised to do whatever you asked. So he stood back up, gently pushing you to lie down with your back on the mattress, and took off his glasses. When Wonwoo's lips met yours, you couldn't help but let out a content hum. He was soft and careful, and you wanted just a little more. Your arms wrapped around his neck again to bring him in closer. One of his hands was on your waist, while the other one cupped your face.

"I want more," you murmured against his lips once you got the courage.

"Yeah?" he placed another kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"Mhm..." you hummed as he pressed more kisses down your neck and collarbone area. "Could you... I want you to eat me out."

Wonwoo almost choked on nothing, you had never been quite this forward... but he definitely enjoyed it.

"Anything for you, my love." He grinned and placed a peck on your lips before traveling south down your body.

Your bottom lip slipped between your teeth as his pointer finger slipped under the band of your panties. Wonwoo was back in the position he was in before, crouched in front of you. His finger left the hem of your underwear as he let his thumb graze your clothed core.

"My poor baby..." he cooed as he felt the wet patch on the fabric. "You really got yourself worked up."

"I tried to tell you..." You twitched under him as his thumb accidentally grazed your clit.

Wonwoo's pointer finger was back under the hem of your lingerie, but this time it was to slide them down your legs. A few kisses were placed against inside your thighs while Wonwoo was spreading them apart before you felt him blowing cool air on your pussy.

"Wonwoo..." you whined and wiggled your hips.

"I know, I know, baby..." he said.

When you first felt his tongue on you, a whimper fell out of your mouth, and you instinctively tried to close your legs again. With gentle yet demanding hands, Wonwoo pulled them back apart.

"I have barely done anything, sweetheart." He chuckled almost devilishly. "Stop squirming for me, okay?"

You only nodded because that's all you could muster. As Wonwoo laid his tongue flat against you, your mouth fell open in a silent plea. He kept his ministrations at a steady pace, making you fall into a rhythm of grinding on his tongue. To stop you from moving, Wonwoo put his arm over your hips so that he could start sucking on your clit, pushing your shirt up ever so slightly in the process. Your hands went from gripping the sheets to holding onto Wonwoo's hair, trying to get him closer.

"It feels so good..." you whined in between soft gasps.

It felt like you were flying as if your back was no longer touching the soft sheets on the bed. The static you had previously felt in your stomach started becoming clearer, turning into a coil that was about to snap. You tried to move again, but Wonwoo was holding you in place. Suddenly, he pulled away and replaced his tongue with his fingers, not letting your climax slip away from you.

"Baby, please..." Your voice went hoarse as you whispered out the words in a prayer "... need your tongue..."

"Beg for it." He pressed a few kisses to your thighs.

For the first time in a while, you looked at him. The lower half of his face was covered in your juices, his pupils completely blown out, and his hair a complete wreck from your relentless pulling. There was a familiar look in his eyes, he wanted to make a mess of you.

"Please..." you whimpered as he kept rubbing his fingers on your clit.

"I'll need a little more than that, sweetheart..." He started slowing down the pace of his fingers.

"No, no, no..." you whined. "Please don't slow down... I want you to make me cum, please make me cum."

"Such a good girl," he praised.

And so his lips were back on your clit. The fingers that had previously rubbed at your clit, now covered in your slick, were starting to prod at your hole. As he pushed inside, you let out a loud moan, slapping your hand over your mouth as a reaction. Wonwoo didn't have the time to tell you to make as much noise as you wanted to, as he was all too focused on getting you to reach your orgasm. It was overwhelming, he was everywhere, and all you could feel was him and that damn coil in the pit of your stomach. You pulled on his hair again, and he groaned against you in response, the vibrations of his voice sending you over the edge. As you spasmed and wriggled around, he held you down and let you ride out your orgasm over his face. After you had calmed down, he placed a few kisses along your hips, trailing them up your body and pushing up your shirt in the process.

"Thank you..." you mumbled out in your delirious state.

"You did so well for me, sweetheart," he murmured against your skin. "Help me get this off, yeah?"

With Wonwoo's hand supporting your back, you sat up and pulled off the shirt. When you had thrown it to the side he laid you back down. His kisses didn't stop, his soft lips soothing you as your breath got back to its original rhythm.

"Let's get you comfortable," he said, mostly to himself, as he helped you shuffle up the bed to lay your head against the pillows.

You took his face in your hands and brought him in for a kiss. He smiled against your lips, pulling away just a few seconds later. When you looked up at him, you saw the most beautiful piece of art your eyes had ever had the pleasure to witness. With much effort, you leaned up and placed many pecks all across his face in between giggles. Wonwoo's eyes were shut tight, as he let out a breathy laugh at your behavior.

"Do you want to go to bed?" he asked when you laid back down. "I don't mind if you're too tired to keep going, you know."

You shook your head and gave him a small smile. Everything about this moment made it seem like you were floating on a cloud; the fluffy sheets, the warm feeling in your chest, the high that you were still coming down from, et cetera.

"Words, darling." He chuckled and put his face in the crook of your neck.

"I want you," you said as you drew small patterns on his back. "And I want to keep going."

Wonwoo hummed, confirming that he had heard you, and placed some kisses on your neck and collar bone area. The two of you laid there for a while, relishing in each other's touch and scent. There was no rush to get it over with.

"Talk to me, love.", he said and leaned on his elbows that encapsulated your head, "What do you want me to do?"

"I just want you inside of me...", you whispered out, and when he reached for the bedside table you added, "No condom."

He raised his brows at you, looking for any sort of hesitation in your eyes. There was none.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm on birth control... I started it a few weeks ago, I just forgot to tell you", you assured him, "I want to feel you cum inside me."

"Since when did you become such a dirty girl?", he chuckled and pressed a few more kisses to your jawline, "I don't mind, of course... but keeping secrets from me? That deserves a punishment."

His voice was gentle, his touch even more gentle. It almost felt like a feather lightly tickling your skin as he ran the back of his fingers up and down the skin of your stomach. There was a tightening sensation in your chest as you watched him litter your chest with kisses. Treating you like treasure was Wonwoo's favorite pastime, which is why he loved taking it slow with you. Sometimes he would be rough and mean, but right now he only wanted to make love to you.

"What kind of punishment?", you asked with a satisfied sigh.

He paused and looked at you, slightly confused because he had completely forgotten that he had ever mentioned a punishment. Drunk off of your body, and the aphrodisiac feeling he got from the thought of getting to cum inside you, made his short-term memory foggy.

"Right..." He cleared his throat and you laughed.

"Did you already forget?" you asked between giggles.

"I guess you're too distracting." He chuckled. "Let's forget about punishment, I just want to feel you."

"Sounds good to me.," you hummed.

Your lips met in a beautiful dance, not fighting for power or dominance but instead completely balanced and loving. Without breaking the kiss, Wonwoo tried to take off his sweatpants and underwear. Teeth were clashing as you smiled into the kiss. Eventually, he pulled away from you to rip his unruly clothing off.

"There." He breathed out, "Come here, love."

Crawling over to him, you reconnected your lips before falling back with your back on the bed. His lips moved from your lips to your jaw and down your neck - where he started sucking small purple love bites.

"Wonwoo...", you let out a frustrated breath.

"Just let me take my time, sweetheart.", he pleaded.

"You said I'd get anything I wanted as long as I asked," you said, "... I want you to fuck me already, baby."

His ears didn't deceive him, you had used his words against him. Being an honest man meant that he couldn't back down on his promise, and Wonwoo was an honest man. And as he pushed himself inside you, you felt so satisfyingly full. An utmost sinful prayer of his name left your lips as he started moving. Over and over again you found yourself in a new realm of heaven. Moans slipped past your lips, which he silenced with a kiss. His hands were on either side of your head, holding himself up as he thrusted in a slow yet delicious rhythm. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, holding him close to you. When he pulled away from your lips he gave you a drunken smile, a way of saying how good he was feeling without the usage of any words.

"Wait, let me just...", he trailed off as he grabbed a pillow.

A whine escaped your lips as he pulled out. What could possibly be so important that he would interrupt this? But as he put the pillow under your hips and pushed back inside you, you knew why he had wanted to do it.

"Feel better?" he asked breathlessly as he started a slightly faster pace.

"That's... very good..." You soughed. "Thank you..."

A few chaste kisses were placed on your shoulder as he continued bringing you to paradise. You hadn't felt this good in a while, and suddenly you were eternally grateful that you finally managed to tell him what you wanted.

"I'm almost there, baby...", he gritted through his teeth, "... want you to cum with me."

At a loss for words, you only nodded. His hand voyaged between your bodies to rub your clit, and you gasped at the new sensation. The coil in your stomach was about to snap for a second time, and you could tell by Wonwoo's sudden erratic thrusts that he was close as well. Feeling his warm seed spilled inside you as he came with a moan of your name sent you over the edge. His body fell on top of yours, and the two of you stayed there for a moment. Your hand gently rubbed his bare back, feeling the soft skin under your fingertips soothing you almost as much as him.

"I love you," he muttered.

"I love you too," you said with a small giggle. "You made me feel so good, honey."

"Yeah?" he turned his head to look at you.

"So good," you reassured him.

He placed a kiss on your cheek in response before he pulled out of you. Quiet groans could be heard through the room as the two of you moved around. Even if he had been very gentle, it almost felt like you were more tired than when he was rough. With sleepy eyes, you looked up at him and lifted your arms to him.

"Carry me, please," you said.

"You can't walk?" he furrowed his eyebrows in concern. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No... you said you would do whatever I asked.", you grinned at him.

He scoffed, but nevertheless, he lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom. You took a shower together, rinsing off your sweaty bodies with cold water. When you got out, he helped dry you up with a fluffy towel and you returned the favor by drying his hair.

"You did very well," he murmured suddenly. "With asking."

"Well, you kind of made me," you chuckled and cupped his face in your hands.

"You still did well." Wonwoo kissed the palm of your hand and grinned. "It was super sexy."

You chortled at his comment and pulled your hands away from his face. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his chest, where he had easier access to kiss your face. Even with your wriggling and whining, you couldn't escape his strong grip on you, and you could absolutely not escape his tickling pecks... a good thing that you didn't really actually mind.

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justabigassnerd · 9 months

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Night Scare

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader

Word count - 1,275

Warnings - inaccurate medical scenes (I tried), worried Jake, fluff

Summary - a night time asthma attack turns a normal evening into a worry fest for Jake

A/N - wow... about two weeks later I'm finally posting a fic. I am so sorry for delays I've been struggling with writers block, it's still not fully gone but my guilt is catching up to me so I'm literally forcing myself to write. this was an anon request and I hope I did it justice. as per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

Living with asthma is something you had just learned to deal with growing up. Always had to make sure your inhaler was on hand and learned to know when you could be on the verge of an asthma attack.

One evening, while your dad and Bradley were downstairs watching a sports match, you remained in your room, relaxing and scrolling through your phone. As you sit on your bed, scrolling through your phone, you began to cough occasionally but you shook it off, assuming it was just the ending of the cold you had just recovered from. Then your chest began to feel tight, like it was slowly being squeezed. You instinctively grabbed the inhaler that sat on your bedside table and took a puff of the medicine, settling back against the pillows and waiting for the medicine to do its job. After half an hour, you realise the inhaler isn’t working so you take another puff of the medicine and fight back a coughing fit that suddenly attacks you, taking your breath away from you as you struggle to recover it. Not wanting to risk losing your footing in your panic to get downstairs and risk hurting yourself, you open your phone and find your dad’s number, opening your messages and typing out a text.

Jake raised an eyebrow when he felt his phone buzz and saw your name above the text. He debated calling up to you but something in his gut was screaming at him to open the text, so he did.

‘I think I’m having an asthma attack’

“Call 9-1-1.” Jake says, leaping to his feet and heading for the stairs, leaving Bradley confused in the living room.

“What?!” Bradley calls up to Jake just as he disappears up the stairs.

“Call 9-1-1, y/n is having an asthma attack and I’m not taking any risks.” Jake calls down to Bradley who immediately pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials 9-1-1 while Jake bursts into your room to find you sat bolt upright and struggling to breathe. He could tell you were trying to keep calm so you could control your breaths a little better, but he could see the panic in your eyes.

“I’m here, sweetheart. Take another puff of your inhaler for me, okay? Rooster’s calling the ambulance now they’ll get here as quick as they can.” Jake says, sitting next to you on the bed and taking the small inhaler from your hands and holding it to your mouth so you could take a puff, he kept a close eye on you, seeing how you were doing.

Before too long, you heard the front door opening and Bradley talking downstairs before you heard footsteps heading up the stairs and you see two paramedics enter the room, equipment in hand as they approached.

“We’re going to need you to step back, sir.” One of the paramedics says, making Jake press a kiss to the top of your head and whisper reassuringly before he gets up from the bed, allowing the paramedics to assess you. The paramedics ask Jake for your name and what medication you are on which he gives, grabbing the medical information card he had and handing it to the paramedic, so they knew everything they needed to in order to help you. The paramedics help you downstairs to where a stretcher was waiting after assessing and concluding that you need to go to the ER for some medicine and observation. Jake is given permission to ride in the ambulance with you and just as he goes to follow you, Bradley stops him.

“I’m going to head home and get out of your hair. Keep me updated and I’ll come by when I can.” Bradley says and Jake nods, clapping Bradley on the shoulder.

“Thanks for calling the ambulance. I’ll see you around.” Jake says as the two walk out of the house, closing the door behind them. Bradley nods in acknowledgement before crossing to his Bronco while Jake gets in the back of the ambulance with you as the paramedic did what he needed to do. You were given an oxygen tube and some medicine, and your attack was seeming to wane thanks to it.

When the ambulance pulled up outside the hospital, the paramedics eased the stretcher out and wheeled you into the ER and one of the paramedics and Jake eased you onto a bed while the other paramedic filled in the nurse on what had happened. When you’re settled on the bed, the paramedics head back out to their ambulance while the nurse comes to your bedside.

“Hi, y/n. I’ve been informed that you’ve received some treatment and oxygen on the way over here and you seem to be doing better but we just want to keep you in for a few hours just in case you have another attack, okay?” The nurse says cheerfully as she inputs some final things on the tablet in her hand. You nod at her words as does your dad and the nurse then excuses herself to continue her rounds.

“You feeling okay?” Jake asks softly as he watches you.

“Feeling a lot better than I was earlier.” You say with a smile, making Jake smile gently and finally let himself relax.

“It was a little scary though.” You admit, looking away from your dad who softens at your words, reaching out and taking your hand gently in his own.

“I bet it was sweetheart. I thought it was scary just from my perspective I can’t imagine what it was like for you.” Jake says, watching you carefully as you shift your gaze to look back at him briefly.

“The important thing is you’re okay now. We’ll stay here for as long as the nurses want us to and then we’ll head home, and you can get some sleep and you can rest as much as you want tomorrow as well. We’ll take it easy.” Jake says reassuringly, giving your hand a small squeeze as well.

After almost three hours of lying on the hospital bed with constant check-ups, the nurses allow you to go home for the rest of the night, confident that you won’t have any more attacks for the night. They urge Jake to book you a doctor’s appointment as soon as possible to check how everything is going with your lungs and then you are cleared to go. As you exit the hospital, Jake is checking on the status of the Uber he booked and before too long it pulls up and the two of you get in the back seats and begin the journey home. By the time you get home, you’re just about ready to collapse into your bed. You immediately head up to your room and get into your pyjamas, quickly burying yourself under your duvet and curling up. It didn’t take your dad long to knock on the door and enter with your permission. He crossed to your bed and bent over to kiss the top of your head.

“Sleep well, sweetheart. If you need me, I’m just next door.” He whispers as you nod, eyes slipping shut instantly and Jake lets out a soft chuckle, pulling the duvet over you a bit more and leaving the room, turning the light off as he goes.

Jake returns to his own room, getting in his bed and lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He had just been through a scare that may taunt him for a while, but he knew you were just next door sleeping peacefully and he’d look after you as best he can.

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ukulelevillainwrites · 6 months

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who follows the rules anyway?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

complete

pairing : anthony lockwood x reader

word count : 6.7k

warnings : language ig?

content : a lot more plot, i'm settling all the elements i need to move forward and write pt8 (which i've been fantasizing and imagining since day 1 lol), reader meets Lucy and the gang finally has a plan

taglist : i've lost track lol @demigoddess-of-ghosts @cassiopeiia24 @archiveoftara

note : again i'm sorry this took so long, the weeks keep getting busier and the time flies by faster and i got hit with writer's block too at some point i think idk but i'm on vacation in three weeks and it should help (i hope) anyway i hope you enjoy :)

She didn’t know if she was still dreaming or not when she heard hurried footsteps climbing the stairs. She could hardly move and even though her eyes were open, all she could see were blurry shadows and the greenish light from the ghost lamp outside. For a moment she thought the voice she heard calling her name was her mind still playing tricks on her but the hands that grabbed hers were definitely real and convinced her she was awake. Someone turned on the light, blinding her. She blinked to see Lockwood sitting next to her on her bed, clutching her hands and asking if she was okay. George entered the room practically running, holding a rapier he must have taken just in case.

“We heard you screaming, what happened?” He asked, seemingly out of breath.

“I-I uh… um” She cleared her throat. “I gotta…”

She made a move to get out of bed.

“Come, we’ll make you some tea.”

George helped her up. Lockwood didn’t let go of her hand until she was out of reach with a concerned look on his face. He didn’t say anything, he just kept his gaze fixated on her.

George supported her down the stairs, though she didn’t really need it. But she felt bad that she woke them up, so she let him. Lockwood was in front of them, looking back every once in a while, to make sure she was okay. She must have really scared them to have them acting this way. Or they cared more about her than she realized.

They got down to the kitchen and Lockwood put the kettle on. George brought a blanket from the library to cover her, but she was still sweating from her dream and needed fresh air more than anything.

“So…” George started as he settled into the chair next to her.

“I had a nightmare.”

“Yes, we gathered that much…” Lockwood spoke for the first time in a while. His voice was hoarse, his tone serious. She would have felt like she was being reprimanded if his eyes hadn’t been so filled with worry. It made her want to apologize profusely.

“Though it sounded like you were getting murdered.” George added.

A heavy silence fell over the room. The two boys stared at her expectantly, waiting for an explanation.

“I tend to have intense dreams.” y/n finally said. “It doesn’t happen every time, but they can be very realistic. And that girl… I keep seeing her, but she never screamed at me like that.” She looked into her cup, images of the girl screaming at her flashing before her eyes.

“What girl?”

“I keep seeing this girl, she’s always telling me to find her and to look for her but I never know what she means. To be honest I had forgotten about her. But tonight, she just screamed at me, it was so loud you have no idea!”

“Actually, we sort of have an idea…” George said, burying his head between his arms. He looked like he was about to fall back asleep.

“I didn’t know I was actually screaming I’m sorry…”

“That girl screaming at you was all it took to wake us up in the middle of the night?” He mumbled.

“It’s not just that, I was in this haunted warehouse with agents attempting to clear it, the case went wrong, horribly wrong it was awful. I couldn’t move, I tried to help but I couldn’t do anything, I just stood there and watched.”

“Do you know who she is?” Lockwood asked. It looked like her story had piqued his interest.

“I have no idea… and I don’t know why I need to find her…”

“Maybe it’s just a dream, it doesn’t have to be a premonition. Don’t overthink it.”

“That way we could go back to sleep...” George said, his eyes now closed.

“You should go back to bed, I’m fine really. Thanks for the tea. And for checking up on me. That was sweet of you.”

They both gave her a warm smile. It made her feel even more guilty that she woke them up.

“George really you should get upstairs, you’re barely awake.”

He made a poor attempt at a protest but soon gave up and went back to his room. Lockwood was yawning too.

“You should go too, I’ll go back to the attic in a bit.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“Lockwood really I’m fine.”

“I don’t care I’m staying until you get back to sleep.”

She settled back into her chair, sipping her tea in silence. Lockwood was standing against the countertop, doing the same thing. She put her cup back onto the Thinking Cloth and tried to bring up her legs closer to her chest. The chair was too small and she bumped her knee into the table.

Lockwood took her mug and left the room without a word. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to follow him or if that was retribution for waking everyone up. She did anyway and found him in the library. He was settled on the couch, both their mugs resting on the coffee table beside it. She sat next to him and brought her legs up next to her, drawing her closer to him. She draped a blanket over her and took back her cup. Even though she was comfortable, her mind still hadn’t calmed down. She kept seeing images from her nightmare, the girl’s face screaming at her, the heavy doors closing on her teammates, sealing their fate. She was glad Lockwood stayed with her, his presence was comforting.

She finished her tea and put her mug down on the table.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better, thanks.” She said, sleepy-eyed.

“You should go back to bed, we have a lot to discuss tomorrow”

She stared at him wondering what he meant.

“Now that we’re officially involved in this whole Dufour mess we need to see how we’re going to clean it up.”

“Oh, right.”

“You look half asleep already, I’ll help you get back to the attic if you want.”

“No, don’t. I want to stay here, I don’t think I’d be able to fall back asleep in my room tonight.”

“Alright.” He hesitated. “I could… read to you if you’d like. It always helped me when I had nightmares as a kid.”

“I’m not a child!”

He was already picking a book from the bookshelf on the wall opposite the fireplace. He came back to settle next to her, bringing her closer and settling her head against his chest.

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned with you it’s that sometimes it’s nice to have someone looking out for you.”

“Oh really?” She teased, but she was too exhausted to really give him a hard time.

“You have to ask for help sometimes.”

“Says the guy who couldn’t ask someone to tie his tie for him.”

He nudged her leg with his foot with a laugh. She settled against his chest to get more comfortable and when she finally stopped moving, he started reading in a low voice. The monotonous tone he kept rocked her to sleep. His arms kept her warm. She could feel his steady heartbeat beneath her fingers. She nodded off almost immediately.

When she woke up, the sun was already high, bathing the room in a soft glow. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling an even breath in her hair. Lockwood was still asleep, looking much more peaceful than she had ever seen him. His arms were wrapped around her, keeping her warm. It was more comfortable than the time she woke up with George on the other side of the sofa, probably because this time she was cuddling with her bedmate and not trying to share a couch too small for the both of them. It ended up being a relaxing night after all, the waking up part making up for the nightmare. They were breathing in unison, fitting perfectly in the tight space of the sofa. Her mind was still blurry, she wanted to fall asleep once more to stay in the peaceful state she was just in. She snuggled closer, her face in the crook of his neck as she hugged him tighter, when she realized what she was doing. She was hugging Lockwood, and he had his arms around her. And for the briefest moment she felt like he was hugging her back. Suddenly it all felt wrong. They were colleagues. He was her employer. And landlord. They had a job to do together. During her time at Fittes she never let herself get too close to her teammates, at least not that way. It had happened once or twice that she found herself attracted to one of her colleagues, but she always kept her distance, thinking of the disaster that could have happened if she had let her feelings take over. And yet here she was throwing caution to the wind and allowing herself to get closer than she had been with anyone in a long time. As hard as it was, she pulled away slowly, trying to get up without waking him. She could’ve sworn she felt him holding on to her, trying to pull her back, but once she was on her feet she saw him turn on his side, still asleep. Her imagination was playing tricks on her, giving her false hopes. She covered him with the blanket she had last night, studying his relaxed features. It was unfair how good he looked when he was sleeping. She forced herself to get into the kitchen before George could catch her staring.

It was a close call since he came down as the water started boiling in the kettle. He looked more awake than he had earlier. It eased her guilt knowing he had managed to get some rest.

“I didn’t hear you come up last night.” George remarked as he poured himself a cup.

“After I woke you up in the middle of the night I thought you’d be grateful for that.”

“I’m not complaining I’m just wondering if you got any sleep after that.”

“I did.” She smiled without adding anything, sipping her tea in silence.

“I didn’t hear Lockwood either.” He said innocently while stirring his tea. He didn’t sound like he was simply checking up on her anymore. His voice had an edge with the slightest hint of insinuation.

“You were so exhausted you could barely stand. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had slept through one of us falling down the stairs from the attic to the ground floor without opening an eye.”

“Actually, I had a hard time falling back asleep.” He took a sip looking up at the ceiling.

She didn’t answer. Whatever she could have said would have led to more teasing anyway. She blushed. He just smiled before offering her a biscuit. She didn’t get why he reacted that way. He was looking at her like she had something to hide. But he had fallen asleep with her on that same couch and it certainly hadn’t meant anything! Though, if she was honest with herself she was just annoyed that he could read her like an open book. She took a biscuit out of the box he was handing her, avoiding his knowing eyes and proud smirk.

“I’m guessing things are better between you two then…”

“I came up last night to tell you so, didn’t I?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Before she could throw the nearest dish towel at him Lockwood came in. An awkward silence fell over the room. At least y/n felt the tension. Lockwood didn’t seem to notice and George was back to pretending like his biscuit was the most important thing in the world. He was right of course, things really were better between them. So much better that she wished she could wake up this way every morning.

She didn’t let herself think about it. Nothing good could come of this. Except of course the comfort she felt when she was in his arms, the butterflies in her stomach that danced to the song playing in her mind whenever he looked at her. She froze. She needed to clear her head and started to walk out of the kitchen. Maybe taking a shower and getting ready for the day would help.

When she came back down, she could hear the boys arguing. The debate didn’t sound heated, so they were probably discussing an upcoming case.

“I’m telling you it’s far more logical to do it this way!”

“You never listen to what I have to say!”

She pushed the door open.

“What’s this all about?”

“Ah, y/n I’m glad you’re back.” Lockwood said, walking towards her and putting a hand on her shoulder. “I keep telling George that we should focus on discovering who is at the head of the whole relic operation but he won’t listen.”

“You’re the one not listening! We don’t know enough about the operation to aim so high right away.”

He slid his hand down to her arm. “What do you think?”

His touch was enough to make her mind go blank. “I- um... you’re catching me off guard. Could you walk me through it?”

“Well, I think that focusing on Dufour isn’t useful anymore. Since we know she isn’t in charge we should let her be and focus on whoever is behind this.”

“And I think we could still learn a lot from what she does and follow her.”

“Those are both… good points…” She was still very aware of Lockwood’s hand resting on her arm. She wasn’t used to this. He had been distant most of the time those past few weeks and the sudden change really disturbed her.

“Well, I know I’m right!”

“And I am too! You’d see that if you weren’t so stubborn.”

It really was the pot calling the kettle black. She tried not to laugh at their argument as she crossed her arms, not so subtly removing Lockwood’s hand form her arm.

“You should just go your separate ways then, meet up later today to debrief the info you both get?”

“Yes, I guess we could do that.” They both nodded. “What do you do then, y/n?” Lockwood asked her, crossing his arms.

“I’ll go with George!” She said, realizing it came out a little too loud. Lockwood shot her a confused glance. “I’m just… curious to see what she’s up to… is all.” She tried to justify.

Lockwood briefly frowned before approving their plan, telling them they should meet back at the house at 4pm.

---

“You jumped awfully fast at the chance to come with me on this stake out.” George commented.

“I’m always excited at the thought of working with you Georgie!”

He rolled his eyes at her. She wasn’t being subtle, and he let her know it.

“Plus, I’m genuinely curious to see what this bitch is up to.”

That got a laugh out of him.

They were heading towards the Fittes building to see if maybe they could spot their nemesis stepping out to run one of her fraudulent errands. As they got closer to their old employer’s offices, she noticed familiar faces. She spotted several agents she used to see down Fittes corridors. As they crossed the road, she passed a guy who used to be on her team. She waved politely but was met with a dark stare. She couldn’t remember anything she could have done to upset him, then realized it was probably the aftermath of that offensive column. Her pace quickened, fueled once more by anger. She was determined to see what that horrible woman was up to and most importantly to find out how to bring her down. She was so furious she could have just walked into her office to strangle her. Hopefully George grabbed her arm and led her down a street far enough to remain unseen. He kneeled down to get out a hat and a pair of sunglasses out of his bag.

“Put these on, we don’t want Dufour to recognize us.”

“What are these eggs for?” She asked as she tried on the sunglasses.

“They might come in handy if we spot her car!”

It would have been a great relief, but she didn’t have time to appreciate the mental image she got. Dufour was getting out of the Fittes building across the street, seemingly in a hurry, carrying a large duffel bag. And so, the stake out began.

They tried to keep enough distance to remain discreet and followed her for the next hour. They weren’t sure that following her would lead them somewhere useful or if they would learn anything new. The fact that their old supervisor kept walking without stopping didn’t help. y/n even started to think that she didn’t have a destination at all and was just messing with them. That was until they reached an imposing building located near Clerkenwell Road. As Dufour got closer to the glass doors at the entrance, she looked around as if to make sure no one saw her go in. y/n and George had to hide several times behind cars or newspaper stands to avoid getting caught. The first time she turned around y/n felt her heart sink as she pulled George down with her, crouching behind a parked car. But it was a good sign, it probably meant that she had something to hide. They remained far from the building to remain unseen. George eagerly wrote down the address in his notebook. She could tell how pleased he was with their discovery before he even turned to congratulate his plan, his smile getting wider with every letter he wrote. They waited for her to come back out. She took her time. When she finally emerged from the building an hour later, she didn’t carry the bag anymore. Whatever was in it had to be valuable. Dufour started walking back the way she had come. They ducked and slowly entered the nearest café.

Since it was only 2 and they were starving, they decided to take a break, unable to come back out without being seen anyway. They settled at a table far from the window. They ordered tea and some pastries to share and discussed different theories, trying to figure out what the woman could be up to.

“Given her track record it’s fair to assume that her bag had sources in it right?”

“I’m surprised Fittes didn’t bat an eyelash since she started her operation. I mean she can’t be that subtle…” His eyes lit up. “What if Fittes was involved?”

“Maybe…” She didn’t want to bring down his enthusiasm but she was already picturing him getting way too far from the matter at hand. “Let’s focus on bringing her down for now. If you’re still mad at Fittes after that we’ll see what we can do.” She said with a laugh.

“Right. Then we should try to see what this building is.”

“It’s the Silverpoint Organization building!” said a voice behind her that made her jump.

“Norrie? What are you doing here?”

“Hey George! Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I came to see my girlfriend, she just started her shift. But then I saw you two and I knew you had to be discussing something interesting given all the rumors these past few days… I couldn’t resist.”

“Actually, you could help us a lot!”

y/n greeted the girl as she sat down next to her. The last time she had seen them was at the furnaces. Apparently, the chat she had with George that night inspired her to do some investigating of her own. She had paid closer attention to the weird things she had noticed and caught a guy stealing a source red-handed. Not only did she get the source back to burn it but she also managed to get some information out of him. y/n was really impressed.

“So, I made him understand that he’d better tell me what he wanted to do with the source. That’s when he told me he was to bring it to this building across the street. I dug a little further and turns out it’s the Silverpoint Organization, whatever that is.”

“I’ll have to look into that.” George said while scribbling in his notebook. She didn’t think his smile could get any wider and yet it did.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were passing by!” called a voice behind them.

Norrie turned around to greet her girlfriend. The girl sat in front of her, saying something about having some time before the beginning of her shift. She had short wavy hair, auburn color, almond brown eyes. Her face was round and delicate. She looked friendly, but the warmth of her smile wasn’t enough to keep y/n from freezing. After all, that girl had woken her up in the middle of the night screaming just a few hours ago.

---

“And that’s why we should go after the money trail.”

Lockwood had been talking nonstop since he had walked through the door. He didn’t notice the heavy silence filling the living room. Or the haunted expression on y/n’s face.

“So, you somehow got your hands on an envelope supposedly used by that old man, who you think runs the operation, to pay a relic man who, again supposedly, brought him sources and that’s enough to convince you that you have a proof of the transactions?” George’s eyebrows were furrowed. Confusion filled his stare and his mouth was slightly agape. He looked baffled and not in a good way.

“That’s not all I found, didn’t you listen to what I just said?” Lockwood retorted, unfazed and still so sure of himself. “I have a reliable source telling me that they saw the guy take the money out of the envelope and it also has a strange code on it that has to link him back to wherever the money’s from. There must be a record of it somewhere. They wouldn’t bother writing such a long code on an envelope that gets left in the street if it didn’t have a purpose.”

“And you think this maze is worth getting lost in?”

“We won’t get lost! Like I told you I have contacts to help us out!”

“With relic men transactions? I’d love to meet them.” George still didn’t seem convinced.

“So, what do you think?” Lockwood asked with a triumphant smile, ignoring his friend’s objections.

“You don’t even care a little about what we discovered?”

He looked around the room, finally conceding them a glance. His smile fell as he looked into her eyes.

“What happened?”

It was George’s turn to talk restlessly about their day. Y/n looked at their exchange back and forth and listened to George tell Lockwood all about their successful stake out and their encounter with Norrie. There were times where she couldn’t focus on what they were saying, too caught up in the strange feeling that had followed her all the way home. Lucy had been lovely and tried to make her feel at ease even though y/n had stared at her like a deer caught in headlights for the better part of five minutes. They exchanged a few words about adapting to life in London and leaving agency work behind, though only partly for Norrie who wanted to do her best to help even without being back in the field. They never mentioned the incident that had led them here, just that they had left agency work. y/n knew why the girls had decided to change their lifestyle but nodded and smiled without ever referencing her dreams. She thought it would probably freak them out plus she didn’t want to bring up the horrible event that probably traumatized them in the first place. She tried to focus back on George’s explanations. He was excited to start researching the Silverpoint Organization. It was obvious that Lockwood was frustrated that his idea hadn’t gotten the attention he thought it would have. He sat back to let George talk with a barely hidden exasperated look on his face. But when he locked eyes with her his face slightly softened, allowing George to finish his theory.

“You’re awfully silent, y/n.” Lockwood said as he came to sit down next to her on the couch.

“We met Lucy today.”

She was met with a questioning stare.

“The girl from my dream.”

This triggered more frowning.

“As it turns out Norrie’s girlfriend Lucy is also the girl who woke me up screaming.”

George was still scribbling in his notebook. Lockwood didn’t say a word.

“I don’t really get it either. Hence the silence.”

He grabbed her hand in both of his. He was gentle, like her bones would break if he made any sudden movements.

“Do you… want to talk about it?”

“I don’t think there’s a lot to talk about for now.” She said gently. She still didn’t know what to do with this and didn’t want to burden anyone. “But thank you…” She took back her hand, smoothed down her skirt and sat back, coincidently distancing herself from him. “How about we just get back to Dufour?”

“Right…” He flexed his hand while looking down. He looked back at her, his usual smirk curving his lips. “You can’t let it go, can you?”

“Remind me when you let go of your rivalry with Kipps?”

He smiled, pausing for a second. There was a complicity in the look they shared. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered their wings. She pushed the feeling down as much as she could, trying to win their staring match without blushing. She failed, obviously. Lockwood got up with a satisfied look on his face.

“So, what should we do? I mean… I think my lead is pretty solid…” He said looking up at the ceiling.

“No, it’s not. It’s numbers on a torn envelope Lockwood!” George retorted.

“What do you think y/n?”

“When it comes to instinct, you told me to always listen to George and I followed that rule religiously since I joined the agency.”

“Like following the rules is going to help us with your revenge plan…” He rolled his eyes. But he didn’t look offended or disappointed. He looked…proud?

“But fine it’s two against one anyway and I’m a fair leader. We’ll start with this organization and see what we find.”

George didn’t need more. He rushed back to his room, slamming the door with a renewed determination. They probably wouldn’t see him again until dinner. A silence fell over the room. Her mind wandered, going back to the girl haunting her nights. She had asked her to find her and she had. Now what? She didn’t feel relieved, and meeting that girl hadn’t felt like she was fulfilling some prophecy, accomplishing her fate in a high-pressure decisive moment. What if she had been too late? What if from the start she was supposed to help Lucy save her team? Maybe she was cursed with the guilt she had felt in her nightmare, forever unable to sleep soundly again.

A hand resting on her wrist brought her back to reality. Lockwood had sat back down next to her and was stroking his thumb back and forth on her skin in a soothing way.

“We’ll work it out.” He reassured her. “The answer could be in the extensive research George will make us do.” She looked at him unconvinced, but she appreciated his effort to make her feel better.

“He’s not gonna let us rest, is he?”

“I wouldn’t count on it.”

“On the bright side, if I’m exhausted it might keep my mind off this.”

He held her hand tighter before letting go. She almost reached for his arm to get him to sit back down next to her. As he told her to get some rest before the busy day awaiting them, she ran back upstairs, her wrist still tingly.

The week that followed was in fact a busy one. They followed a strict schedule of intense research, rigorous preparation of their cases and efficient ghost clearing. The military-like organization was all George of course. He took the habit of waking them at 7:30 sharp by knocking repeatedly on their door until they were up to tell him to stop. They were among the first people present at the archives. Each day George assigned articles and newspaper respectively to Lockwood and her while he worked on the case they had that night. At noon they would switch, George looking over their research while they got familiar with the case before heading home to prep their bags for the evening. It was exhausting but she had to admit that it was yielding results. In just a week they had uncovered detailed information about the organization, how it was founded, who it was founded by, and why it was created in the first place. George had summed up the information both in their casebook and on the Thinking Cloth. Every morning as she drank her cup of tea she could read:

“Silverpoint organization – 1996 – founder Theodor Mullet of Mullet & Sons

TM eldest son and heir to M&S, created Sp Org to “further his father’s legacy” and protect agents against field injuries unrelated to ghost-lock

One fundraiser organized each year

Strong link to M&S rapier supplier

Funds from Fittes?

No financial records or official information available”

She couldn’t help feeling insulted that she slept so little only for their hard work to be summed up in a few lines. She didn’t complain however, at least she had helped find some of this information. Lockwood on the other hand was out of his depth. Research had never been the part he excelled at. He was too impatient and couldn’t sit still. By default, George took the lead but y/n could feel Lockwood’s pride taking a hit. If George, resident researcher of 35 Portland Row, was now in charge, what good was he? He tried his best to remain helpful by offering theories of his own. He kept insisting that the lack of financial records was suspicious and that his hunch was right. Of course, he did so without an ounce of pettiness and repeated that they should have listened to him from the start. y/n had a hard time believing him. His frustration started to show and it affected his work. During cases at night, he was bolder, trying to show off. At one point they were fending off a visitor which could have been easily handled at two while George looked for the source yet he picked this time to demonstrate the new move he had been practicing all day. The night had ended with a rush to the hospital and three stitches.

Today was a close call too. He had jumped down a flight of stairs to get between her and a visitor. She thought he probably had good intentions but she had her rapier ready and the situation was under control. It was a relief to see he didn’t break anything, a miracle frankly. She didn’t need a third time to decide to act. She would talk to George in the morning to convince him to spend some time looking into Lockwood’s lead.

They came back home exhausted, George going to bed immediately to stick to his schedule. She was about to do the same when she noticed the light was on in the library. She wasn’t surprised to see Lockwood sitting there with one of his magazines in his lap, acting like the day had no effect on him. He simply smiled at her when she entered and kept reading. She told him that he should rest. He simply hummed in agreement but didn’t move except to turn the page. She was about to give up and leave him there when he bolted up to show her the page he was on. It was a double page ad for an open-door day at Mullet&Sons, inviting clients to try their new line of rapiers and meet the board. The perfect occasion to get closer and hopefully find out more about the founder of the Silverpoint Organization. A light brightened his eyes as he smiled at her. She was certain he wouldn’t shut up about his finding.

A call the next day brought their enthusiasm back down. Right before they left for the Archives, Inspector Barnes had called. Lockwood had answered. His smile had faltered as the conversation went on. He hung up and stayed silent until George asked him what he wanted. Apparently, the inspector had called to warn them again. Only this time the threat had become much more real. Superiors at DEPRAC had taken an interest in the complaints against them, mostly to get Fittes off their back Lockwood thought. But it didn’t matter why, what mattered was that the ridiculous rehabilitation program offered by an unqualified journalist was getting more consideration than originally thought. One mishap would turn y/n and George into the first test subjects of this “educational” experiment. They were now under more surveillance than before. Sneaking into Mullet&Sons offices during their next event was out of the question, they’d be the first accused.

They stood in the hallway in silence, unsure what to do next. Researching more at the Archives seemed futile now.

“I might have an idea.” Lockwood said.

They looked up at him expectantly.

“We go after the financial records.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake Lockwood.” George swore. She understood his frustration. Being right didn’t matter now, and this was really not the time. Plus, stealing financial records wasn’t much better to remain far from suspicions.

“Lockwood…” She looked up at him. “We don’t have a way to do that legally and we’ll be the first interrogated. How could we even give evidence to DEPRAC, if we ever find any?”

“We get ourselves an airtight alibi.” He said proudly, like it was obvious.

They stared at him with a beaten expression, still not knowing what he had in mind. He went to the library and came back with the magazine he was reading last night. He eagerly handed it to them, open on a page featuring one of those fancy parties that took place occasionally. Though it wasn’t just any party, it was a fundraiser for the Silverpoint Organization. The next fundraiser was taking place next week and for the occasion an article was referencing last year’s event.

“We get into this party, make sure that everyone sees us and hopefully get some information about Theodor while talking to the guests.”

“But what about the records?”

“We’ll need some extra help.” He said before winking at her.

---

“By getting traces of the transactions between the organization and relic-men we can bring down the operation. And for that we need your help.”

Lockwood was back to his usual self. Charming, self-assured and most importantly in charge. The two girls in front of him had very different reactions. Norrie seemed to have made up her mind already, looking over at George every once in a while like she was in a hurry to get to work. Lucy was more skeptical. She looked like she was battling conflicted emotions. y/n didn’t blame her. They barely knew each other and they were asking her to steal financial records. They had just given up on a whole life, trying to adapt and they should throw all that away to help people they had just met? It was madness and y/n felt bad for asking them such a thing. But she didn’t really have a choice. Aside from them, there weren’t a lot of candidates.

After his whole speech, Lockwood sat in front of them, determination piercing through his eyes. He quirked his lips up in the slightest. She knew all too well this intense stare and irresistible smile. She hadn’t managed to turn him down, not many could. He spoke in a softer voice to try and convince Lucy to join their cause. And it was working, she was considering it. She said she needed time to think it over. But Lockwood wasn’t usually patient. y/n knew what would come next. A compassionate and understanding tirade so sincere you couldn’t help but join his side. But she knew what Lucy had been through, she was there sort of. Not ten seconds after Lockwood had started speaking again she interrupted.

“Lockwood stop.”

“Is there something wrong?”

“Don’t do this, just give her some time to think it over.”

“We don’t have a lot of time y/n!” He turned back to Lucy. “And as much as I understand the difficult position this puts you in-”

“Just shut up Lockwood!”

George sighed and buried his head in his hands. Norrie asked him what was wrong.

“They had just started to get along!”

y/n ignored his comments.

“Lucy, I’m sorry if we made you uncomfortable. I completely understand if you don’t want to join us and stay far away from anything agency related. I just think that we can trust you and we desperately need allies right now. We don’t need a definitive answer now, but do you think you could give it some thought… maybe?”

Lucy looked up at her with a softness in her gaze. She was scarred, that much was clear. She seemed afraid too. But there was much more than that. There was resilience and bravery. An ember in the ashes.

“I’ll think about it.” She said with a thin smile. They exchanged a glance that was enough to make y/n feel a deep connection to the girl. She reached for Norrie’s hand as they exited the room. There was so much more she wanted to say to her. She wanted to tell her about her dreams, about the relief she felt now that she got to know her. The platonic attraction she felt was overwhelming. She had never wanted to be friends with someone so ardently. There was something special about her. She didn’t know if it was El’s betrayal that left a scar or if her dreams were a sign of a deeper bond, but she desperately wanted to find out. She led them back in the hall and slowly closed the door behind them.

She turned to find Lockwood staring at her with a hurt look on his face.

“What the hell was that?”

“I’m… sorry…”

“I’ve been jumping through hoops with you since I met you and I’m getting tired of it.”

Her heart sank.

“Yeah, that’s fair. In my defense, I knew what you were doing and I couldn’t in good conscience let you go through with it.”

“What was I doing?”

“Faking compassion to get what you want.”

“Oh please, not that again. I was just trying to get the help we need. We’re in this mess because of you need I remind you.”

“Lucy’s been through a lot and she deserves genuine sympathy, not some fake act you put on every time we have a difficult client. I still have nightmares about what happened to them, you can’t imagine how it feels.”

“I can actually.”

There was a silence. He looked deeply hurt. She didn’t dare speak, knowing the matter was probably more sensitive than she realized.

“I’m doing everything I can to help you and I need you to be more cooperative. I’m not risking the reputation of my company if this is the thanks I get.”

“You’re right…” She said after a moment. “I went too far.”

He nodded. They stood in silence, neither of them daring to move.

“Just don’t be mean to me again.”

“I won’t.”

He turned to enter the kitchen.

“I wasn’t really mean though…” She said on a hesitant tone. “I was rude sure. But mean… Kipps is mean. He degrades you and all…” She didn’t even know why she said that. A desperate attempt at lightening the mood, giving Lockwood a reason to redirect his anger at someone else. It was pathetic. She could already see herself unable to sleep months from now living the shame of this moment all over again.

“Oh, so you agree with me now?” He answered turning around. “When did you take the “best leader of the best team” off his pedestal?”

She smiled.

“You’re still a bigger prick than he is though.”

He smiled back.

“Tea?”

#who follows the rules anyway #ukuwrites #lockwood and co fic #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x y/n #lockwood and co imagine #anthony lockwood #lockwood & co #george karim #lucy carlyle #norrie white

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milks-thoughts · 1 year

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hi it me, the best ROTTMNT writer to ever exist I know 😌

BUT I HAVE COME WITH AN ASK GRRR IM GOING TO DESTROY YOUR WRITER BLOCK

I need the turtles trying to teach their s/o something, and they stance is just a little bit off so they come up behind them to fix their posture and 😳 I'D KILL FOR THAT 😍😍😍😍

bye bye love you boo 💋 /p

PLEASE IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS OOC FOR MIKEY OR DONNIE- I DUNNO HOW TO WRITE THEM VERY WELL (blame Nick for their lack of episodes >:()

BUT YAYAYAY OKAY IMA TRYYY I HAVEN’T WRITTEN FOR THEM IN LIKE A YEAR OR TWO

this isn’t beta read! nor is it proofread- any mistakes are there now. there is no getting rid of them, they are part of the writing now. this is so short I’m sorry

tw: NONE ITS JUST HEART THROBBING FLUFF <33

Raph

“ can you teach me how to knit? “

That’s all you have to say before Raphs enthusiastically taking you to his room

Little did you know knitting is hard

you were trying your hardest at knitting, you really were! But you couldn’t get the movements right, and the needles were so hard to move. It was honestly frustrating. Your eyebrows furrowed together as you again attempted to start a chain, you didn’t know how Raph did it. Your thoughts were disrupted by his voice ringing out “ -you’re not doin it right, here let me show you! “ he would walk over to where you were sitting and leaned over you. His plastron hitting your head slightly. It didn’t bother you, since you were distracted by his big hands grabbing yours and leading your movements, his voice didn’t process in your ears as you tried keeping your blush down. You decided it was best to focus back in so you could do it without him leading your hands, has it always been this hot in here? it was probably just you. He eventually let go of your hands “ you alright? your face is all red, are you sick? “ you could only chuckle and shake your head “ I’m alright love “ you promised before going back to knitting, so what if you were purposefully accidentally messing up? you were happy to be spending time with him.

Leo

You were genuinely so excited when you found out he could skate

“ can you teach me!? “

Didn’t even think about how hard skating is

You didn’t take in account that even when walking you kept falling over, so on wheels? Forget it your ass is grass. a few hard falls and scrapped knees later you eventually could balance on it. Trying to get going was the hard part, you brought your foot down and completely fell off. you landed on your rear-end so at least you weren’t bleeding again “ that must’ve hurt wheel bad “ you glared up at him, but your brows lifted as you chuckled. stepping back on you felt his hands on your waist as he walked next to you. “ your posture and stance is so bad “ Leo chuckled, you gave him a playful glare. your face was red though, Leo’s hand held onto you as you put down a foot and touched the floor. Letting out a excited cheer you smiled up at Leo he smirked “ I guess I’m your lucky charm Hm? “

Donnie

Coding was intriguing, to you at least

Watching Donnie spend hours on it while you do..your own thing was fun

“ can you teach me to code? It looks cool “

you poor unfortunate soul. Donnie was a amazing teacher, and nothing but patient at that. you just didn’t realize how hard coding actually was. “ okay! so- “ typing in the code you hummed in frustration. It didn’t work. Donnie reached over you, his hand taking on top of yours and like a puppet on a string he used your fingers to type in the code “ that will make it work. You weren’t listening dum-dum “ he gently reprimanded. You just simply leaned into his touch. you were on his bed, sitting in front of him. He simply laid down, it was the quiet hours of the night when both of you couldn’t fall asleep. you listened to all of Donnie’s rambles, tonight you wanted to use that knowledge. Typing away you noticed as he watched, even when you stilled or slowed down as your brain picked apart what you needed to do. Eventually you got it to work. It was a simple website for your art, but god was it amazing “ you finally did it, salutes “ his tone blunt and calm, but you could read the fine print, he was proud of you.

Mikey

You loved watching Mikey spray paint

It was obvious because of the hours you’d spend watching him

“ I wonder how I’d do spray painting? “

you got the answer to your own question: you’re shit at it. Mikey was painting next to you before he paused “ you’re holding it all wrong silly! “ he walked up behind you and grabbed your hand moving the paint can he took control off your arm and made a few strokes down like you were doing. His head resting on your shoulder, music blaring into your ears from the headphones he was wearing. Mikey simply smiled at you, his orange mask stained with paint from his messy fingers working it, you’ve come to realize Mikey has many masks. And not just Dr. Delicate Touch or Dr. Feelings. But he literally has a whole drawer full of him and his brothers masks, in case anyone needs a replacement. He let go of your hand as you continued the movements getting brought back by his comforting weight leaving your shoulder “ there we go! see now you’re holding it right, you should put on some music really get in the moment “

#rottmnt #<3 #cute fluff #literally heartwarming #died while writing this #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x you #leo x reader #donnie x reader #reader is gender neutral #no y/n #mikey x reader #raph x reader #I hope I tagged this right #I hope y’all like this #writing is surprisingly easy #I dont know why

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k4katsujin · 6 months

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HIIIII MLLL! I would love if you could write a Mike x reader following the FNAF plot? I haven’t ppl write anything like that! Maybe the reader being forced to go with Abby when Freddy comes to get her and Mike saving them and being protective? Smth angst WITH A FLUFF ENDING BC AHHHV I LOVE FLUFF WITH SOME ANGST! (also nothing with smut bc everyone’s been writing Mike smut and it feels so ooc for him 😔)

HAIIIII THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REQUEST <33

you're so real asexual mike canon!!

also the angst part is a bit rushed i'm sorry i'm slowly getting out of writer's block and it truly ain't shit 🤧🤧 BUUTTT HERE WE AREE

gender neutral reader!!

wc: 1141 🦦

find the fic on ao3 here! || link to my ao3 profile 🦇

“Give me the vest.” Mike tried to command to his sister, but it was to no use.

“No. Me and Y/N are coming with you.” Abby replied on a taunting tone.

“ Are we?” you said, looking up from your book, and the death stare Abby gave you left you no choice but to follow her.

“Please.” Abby begged, doing her signature puppy eyes.

“No.” Mike replied sternly.

"What?! You can't say no to her, especially not with those puppy eyes!!" you chimed in, doing puppy eyes as well, hoping it would persuade him.

“Fine” he sighs, and you and Abby exchanged a hearty high five. “But only if you come with us as well, Y/N.”

“Fine by me!” you reply with an eager smile. “Come on Abby, let’s get ready!”

The happy trio then found itself impatiently sitting in the car, while the radio was silently playing Talking in your sleep.

A few moments later, you all three arrived n front of the abandoned pizzeria.

“Don’t get your hopes up, okay?” Mike warned as you were entering the building. “Just… Do whatever while I’m watching the cameras. Y/N? (you turn your head to look at him) I’m counting on you, you’re the adult, you take care of Abby, okay ? (you nod) And you, Abby, don’t be too much of a trouble, okay?”

“Mhm!” she agreed excitedly.

A few moments later, you and Abby found yourselves discovering all the oddities of the ancient pizzeria, but one in particular caught your eyes.

“Look at that muffin!” you say to Abby as you point your flashlight towards a muffin with a pink icing and some gloomy yellow eyes. “Imagine if it started chasing you here, what would you do?”

“I sure wouldn’t want that to happen” Abby chuckled as you switched rooms, not paying attention to the now moving muffin.

On the other hand, boredom seemed to have gotten the best of Mike. After all, if nothing tragic happened in this pizzeria in over 30 years, the bite of 87 aside, why would it change now?

That’s how our dear camera monitor ended falling asleep, the soft noise of the cameras’ static slowly lulling him, but he shouldn't have…

You and Abby kept on exploring the various and numerous rooms, and found a room full of blanket of pillows and blankets.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” you ask Abby as you give her a mischievous look.

“If you’re thinking about building a pillow fort, then totally!!” Abby replied cheerfully. “We should do it in the main plaza!”

“Yes!! Start off with bringing these there, I’ll take the rest!” you say as you hand her a few blankets.

A few moments later, you and Abby started running out of blankets, so you decided to take the ones who were covering some oddly tall figures.

“What the- oh my god this is awfully terrifying” you say as you uncovered a strange purple bunny looking animatronic.

Should you have left? Of course. But you somehow couldn’t take your eyes off of the strange creature before your eyes. Its red eyes were staring back at yours, and something felt off, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. It’s as if the creature in front of you was…

Alive.

“Help!!” you tried to scream, but nobody could hear you.

Strange, Mike thought as he noticed one of the cameras stopped working. I should check what’s going on there.

“Abby?” he asked as he headed towards the main plaza. “Do you know where is Y/N?”

“They’re in the storage room, we are going to build a pillow fort!” Abby replied cheerfully.

Mike then rushed to the storage room where he thought you were, where he noticed you silently studying the purple robot-looking bunny.

As you tilted your head in curiosity, the robot did the same, and you couldn’t help but to find it endearing.

"Oh my God, I thought something bad happened to you," Mike sighed, relieved to see you alive and well. "Are you the one who screamed earlier?"

“Yes” you admit with a sheepish smile. “That’s because he didn’t want to put me down.”

“Okay...” Mike replied, slightlty doubtful.

“By the way,his name is Bonnie! Bonnie, this is Mike, my best friend!” you said with a smile. “He can be of good use for taking all the pillows we need to the plaza!”

A few hours pass as the night comes to an end, and time to head back home arrived.

Both you and Abby fell asleep in the car, lulled by the smooth roaring of the car.

“Y/N?” Mike called you after Abby went to sleep. “Can I tell you something?”

“Sure, but what’s with the serious face?” you ask him, starting to get worried.

“Nothing I just…” Mike sighed. “I’m just glad you’re safe. The animatronics can get dangerous at times.”

“There’s something you’re not telling me.” You point out. “Whatever it is, you can tell me, I’m your best friend, I won’t judge.”

Mike sighed deeply before saying:

“If I got so worried about you, it’s because I thought I would lose you. And I couldn’t bear losing the one I love.”

“Is that… A confession?” you ask, not wanting a misunderstanding.

“What else do you want it to be” he replied, smiling awkwardly.

“Well” you chuckle, “I’m surprised you beat me to it. It’s been a while since I wanted to confess as well.”

“Wait, really??” (you nod with a soft smile) “So, does that mean that we’re, you know, dating?”

“I don’t know” you chuckle softly, “We’ll have plenty time to disscuss it later, okay? Let’s just say we’re lovers for now, okay?”

#fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf movie x reader #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #fnaf mike schmidt #x reader #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson #five nights at freddy's #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writers on ao3 #queer writers

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booz-lose · 1 month

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Eternal Resonance Part Two

(This is part 2!! Go check out part 1 if you haven't already).

A/N: This is a TK fic. If you're not into that, don't read. || This is probably my longest fan fiction I've ever actually posted. I'm sorry it took so long to finish it, I had writers block and really could not think of anything to write. But anyway, I really hope you enjoy this!!

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"Fine." Vox said in defeat. Vox agreed to make a deal with Alastor. As Alastor smiled wider, his tendrils retreated, and Vox fell to the ground. Alastor offered his hand, and after some hesitation, Vox took it. Surprisingly, it was a normal handshake without any green aura or weird creepy stuff. Right at that moment, the doors behind Alastor swung open.

"Hey, Vox, do you-" Valentino dropped his coffee mug as he saw both Alastor and Vox holding hands. "Vox, what actually fuck are you doing!?" Vox tried to pull away, but Alastor kept a tight hold. "Don't worry, Dear. We just made a simple deal." Val nearly lost his mind. "You.. WHAT!?" He walked over to them, pointing to Alastor. "Why the hell would you make a deal with him??" Alastor had a bit a sas, "Oh, calm down. He still owns his soul." Al said as he walked away. "It seems, though, that I need a visit to the Taylor." He laughed as he disappeared into the shadows.

Valentino yanked Vox by the arm and forcefully ushered him into Vee's office. He threw Vox on the chair and pointed an accusing finger at him. "I can't believe you did this! What were you even thinking!?" Velvette entered the room, stretching her arms, "What's happening?"

"This bitch of an idiot box made a deal with Alastor!" She gasped, "Why would you do that!?" Vox was filled with anger and disappointment in himself. "I had to, okay!? I had no choice! If I didn't he would have killed me!" He said as he slammed his fist on the table and stood up. "I'm going to my room." Is the last thing he said before walking away. Valentino and Velvette just looked at each other.

Vox entered his room and threw himself on the bed. He sighed and thought about what he did... but as he thought, he came up with an idea..

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Alastor had just finished his time at the Taylor. As he was walking, he couldn't stop thinking about what happened just 30 minutes ago.. He said Vox was gonna have an unforgettable experience, not himself... His thoughts got interrupted as he ran into someone. Speak of the Devil...

"Hey, Alastor!" Vox said as he stood not even an inch away from Alastor. Alastor backed up. "Why, hello Dear. What is it that you want?" He said as he fixed his bow tie. "I want to talk." He raised an eyebrow and smiled wide. "Well, if you insist." They both walk over to the nearest bench.

"What is it?" Alastor wanted to get this done quick so he could go back to the hotel. "That deal we made.. yea, uh- all my friends hate me now. I don't know why I even made a deal with you. I should've just said no!" Vox raised his voice. "Well, Dear, if you'd said no, I wouldn't have let you go." He had a point, but Vox didn't care. "I don't care! At least my friends wouldn't hate me!" Alastor's grin grew wider than ever.

"Well, whose fault is that?" Vox froze, turning to Al.

"YOURS! You're the one who wanted to make a deal in the first place!" Alastor just loved to piss Vox off. It was one of his favorite things to do. "You're the one who said yes." He shrugged his shoulders. Vox's head was about to explode. "Well, Dear, I guess it's time I start going," Al said while standing up, "I have a hotel to run!" As he started to walk away, Vox mumbled something,

"Speaking of my friends, they wanted to see you." Vox was hoping Alastor heard him. Al turned his head, "What did you say?"

"I said, my friends wanted to see you." Alastor turned his whole body around and walked back over to Vox. "Alright then, take me to them." Vox smiled wickedly as he led Alastor to the Vee's tower. They quickly hurried into Vox's bedroom, Alastor sat on his bed. "I'll be right back, let me go get the others." Vox walked over to his door, but he locked it instead. He started laughing and turned back over to Al.

"Vox, what are you doing..?" Vox walked over to Alastor and towered over him. "I'm getting revenge you smiley cunt!" He said as he lunged himself onto Al, pinning his arms to the bed.

"Ah! W-what are you- doing!?" Alastor was laying face down as Vox was sitting on top of him. "If you thought you could just torture me and not get Karma, you thought wrong!" Alastor struggled. His microphone was leaning against the nightstand, much too far out of reach.

"Vox, Dear, you know I am much more stronger than you. You are just making things worse!" Vox laughed, watching as the Radio Demon struggled to escape underneath of him. "Oh, you won't be so strong when I'm done with you." Even though Vox tried to be intimidating, it never seemed to work on Alastor.. or so he thought.

"How do you like the taste of your own medicine?" Vox said as he suddenly jabbed his fingers into Alastor's sides. Alastor's body jolted as if it was struck by lightning. "Vox wait-" He slammbed his arms to his sides as Vox's fingers danced on them.

"How does it feel? I'm going to do this for hours! Ha-Ha!" Alastor's ears pinned down and he tried to hold in his laughter. "I-I'm not ticklish!"

"You can't lie yourself out of this one, that's not how this works... remember?" Vox moved up near Al's underarms and he kicked his legs. "I-I am not lyihing!" Vox couldn't help but think about his plan working. He knew this also wouldn't help his fantasies, but he didn't care. He enjoyed this so much.

"Was that a little giggle I heard?" Vox teased, moving his hands lower again. Alastor dug his head into the pillows, trying to hide his face from this scene. No one's ever dared to touch Alastor, yet Vox somehow had the courage to. Vox then had another idea.

"Oh, look at those soft-looking ears you have here~..." Alastor's eyes widened as he heard such words. "No! Vox, I swear to god if you-" Vox cut him off by placing his hands on his ears. His legs were kicking more and he grabbed where Vox's hands were, trying to ply them off.

"NO! VOHOHOX! PlehehAse!!!" Vox couldn't help but laugh. "Ohoho! Did I find your weak spot?" He continued to pet Al's ears everywhere. The base, the top, everywhere.

"You bihihiHtch!" Alastor managed to say in between laughs. "You're gonna pay for that!" Vox teased, petting more at the base of Al's ears. Alastor couldn't hide his laugh anymore. He was maniacal. "Hohoholy shihihit!! Let- me gohohoh! HAHA!" He was weak.

Vox was smiling from.. ear to ear? "Aw, has someone had enough?" Vox teased. Alastor knew he was mimicking him from earlier. "Yehehes!!! P-Pleehehease!!!" Alastor begged. Alastor hadn't been tickled or even touched almost at all since he was alive. When he was a kid, his mother used to play games and have little tickle fights with him. But ever since he arrived in Hell, he never wanted to be involved with a lot of touching. Though, he never really minded it with Rosie..

Vox stopped tickling Alastor to let him breathe. Alastor was still laughing, trying to recover. "I.. hahaha.. get ohohof of meheh!"

"How cute, the big, bad Radio Demon weak and unable to move! How could anyone hate this?" Alastor tried to pick himself up, but he was too weak. Vox wished he had those super cool tendrils to lift Al's arms up. If he did, he would be unstoppable! He then took one of Al's arms and lifted it above his head. Alastor shook his head and yelled "No!" as Vox slowly moved his hand towards his side. As his hand reached his side, Alastor started laughing again. He tried to fold to protect himself, but obviously he couldn't.

As Vox's fingers danced across Alastor's ribs, the room was filled with fits of laughter. The playful scene was interrupted by loud knocks at the door. Vox's hands stopped and his head turned towards the sound.

"Al, quick, hide," Vox whispered urgently, getting off of Al. Alastor was confused, but didn't question it and quickly got under the bed. Vox headed towards the door and unlocked it. He opened it to find Valentino, his tall, creepy figure looming in the doorway.

"What's with all the noise? Are you talking to someone?" Valentino's voice seemed calm, but you could still hear the anger. He stepped into the room, looking around while he took a long drag from his cigarette. "No, Val... I was just-"

Alastor couldn't stop giggling. He tried to keep quiet, holding his hands to his mouth.

Vox looked around too, then remembered he left Al's microphone on the nightstand! He quickly hurried to it and pushed it under the bed. Alastor felt something touch him and he gasped. Vox quietly shushed him and quickly walked away. "There's nothing to worry about, Dear. Everything is just fine! I'm just enjoying myself with some alone time." Valentino shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the door. "If you say so. Bye, Darling~." Is the last thing he said before he walked out. Vox locked the door again and walked to the bed.

"Al, you can come out now." Alastor quickly got out from under the bed. "Dear, you look stressed. Allow me to help!" Vox realized the deep shit he was in, especially now that Al has his microphone.

"Shit."

The rest of that evening, Alastor beat Vox's ass once again, leaving him conquered. No matter how hard Vox tries, his plans always backfire on him. I guess that's a sign to never mess with the Radio Demon.

The End.

#alastor #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #fanfiction #fanfic #tickle fic #vox #radiostatic #radiosilence #cute #one sided radiostatic #hazbin hotel vox #tickle community #part two of two #this is probably really bad

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daydream-cement · 1 year

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HELLO MY FAVE LARISSA WEEMS FIC WRITER

your stories make me really happy 😚 if you have time can you please make a larissa x fem reader where r is pregnant but suddenly has a miscarraige if that makes sense. and r thinks she disappointed her wife and larissa assures her that it's not her fault or something like that? thank you! ❤

Not Your Fault

Larissa Weems x F!Reader

Authors Note: This is such an important issue to write about! So many women experience miscarriages and all deserve comfort.

(Also for those who like my other series, this story is in no way related to the pregnancy happening there.)

WARNINGS: Descriptions of a miscarriage.

You sat on the bathroom toilet with your face buried in your hands. You were at the end of your first trimester when the bleeding came. At first you tried not to be too concerned, reading that spotting could be normal during pregnancy, but the bleeding became heavier and heavier over the past day. You knew you had lost the baby. Endless internet searches had made you positive of this fact.

You had been so excited. Larissa and you had begun to talk about moving off campus and getting a home. You discussed names and baby room themes. Larissa had filled an online shopping cart full of baby clothes just because she loved thinking about that future baby so much. What was Larissa going to say? She wanted this baby so badly. Truthfully, you wondered if she was going to hate you.

You felt like you had failed as a mother and failed to give Larissa the child she wanted.

A gently rapping on the door accompanied by Larissa's voice pulled you from your thoughts, "Honey... Are you okay in there?"

You couldn't respond, but Larissa does hear you sob. She pushes open the bathroom door and remains by the bathroom door, still seeking some form of permission to come near you. As she evaluates the scene in front of her, she can see the pad in your underwear stained with blood and the tears streaming down your face. Her eyes begin to water and you feel your heart sink as you look up into her face, assuming that she must be intensely disappointed with you.

Nothing in Larissa's actions prove this, however. Instead, she helped you clean yourself up and assisted you back to bed.

When she tucks the covers up under your chin, she brushes her fingers over your forehead and looks at you with all the love in the world. You pull your hands to your face, trying to block her out, tears rolling once more, "I'm s-sorry..."

"What are you sorry for?" Her hands pull yours away from your face, pulling them to her lips. As she waited for your response, she began kissing all of your fingertips.

"For... the baby... I know you wanted her..." You were trying to calm your breathing, but the sadness was completely overwhelming for you.

Larissa finished kissing your hands and dropped them, traveling around the bed so she could crawl into bed next to her. Her movements were hurried, not wanting to be away from you long. Once she was next to you, she pulled you into her chest, hugging you tight. "Oh, honey... Well of course I did. It was our baby... but it isn't your fault, darling... These things... just happen sometimes."

Larissa let you cry into her chest until you finally settled down enough to sleep. She just kept whispering how much she loved you and how none of this defined how great of a mother you were going to be. Even while you were still in mourning for what could have been, you knew that with Larissa at your side, you were going to be loved and cared for in the meantime.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #principal larissa weems #principal weems #wednesday netflix #fanfic #oneshot #gwendoline christie #miscarriage #f!reader

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wrongcaitlyn · 18 days

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okay so ‼️TW‼️ for this ask and off you do not have to answer or read it if you don’t want to please stay safe!

so. i think once in tyt there was a short reference to nico being suicidal and having self harming/self destructive behaviors. i believe maybe it was after he had to jump off the balcony? and will was like “nico did you do that on purpose” and he’s like “no” and it’s “he kept thinking of the time will caught him” or something like that i’m sorry i can’t look at it rn!

BUT

I was wondering if we’re ever going to get an expansion on that or just any mention of it in general.

me personally i would love too see some scar representation but ofc it is your fic and please don’t feel pressured into anything! i totally get if you don’t want to include anything about this.

and i’m very sorry if this made you uncomfortable or that this was triggering for you.

have a good day! and plz don’t feel rushed to respond! ❤️

yes! you are remembering correctly, and do not worry, this isn't uncomfortable/triggering at all to me! in fact, that's actually one of the reasons it wasn't expanded on - i have no experience with self harm/ thoughts of self harm/ being suicidal, and so even though i made those vague references, i felt very unsure about diving any deeper.

also, i started writing this fic when i was still pretty new to writing in general (or at least, i used to write a lot, and then i took a pretty long break, and then i came back with some one-shots, and this was my first really long project in quite a long time), and so i was just really,,, idk not insecure but i was overly cautious about making sure that i wasn't writing anything wrong, especially because i was writing about things that i had no experience with. like, my family's pretty alright, nowhere near abusive, no alcoholics, and despite the depression my mental health's pretty alright, at least at the time i was writing this - and, obvi, the main thing was that i'm not trans, and yet i was writing a trans mc coming from a very abusive household.

so with all of that, i dropped in these references to his freshman year, and very purposefully didn't start in freshman year because i knew that i wouldn't be able to write that accurately (or, at least, i didn't want to risk writing it inaccurately and portraying these very serious topics in a way that might trigger/offend people who do struggle from these things) and started off the fic in a time where nico was mostly in a much better mental state than the year before, but still struggling with those problems - just not as severely(?) as before.

i'm honestly considering/have been considering going back and editing talk your talk (the og fic) just because i think i've grown a lot as a writer while writing that, and there are a lot of, firstly, tiny grammatical errors, and some scenes that i would like to restructure/fix. i might be able to start that this summer, we'll see!

but ANYWAY to answer your question!! i honestly hadn't thought of going more into that, even though i am adding some more detail to nico's current mental health issues/his ptsd. i'm not completely sure about going into *detail* of it, because of the aforementioned reasons; i just think that these kinds of topics are very sensitive and it's not like the kind of stuff you can just, like, google and understand. if i were to add more about sh/past suicidal thoughts, i would definitely want to do more research/look up accounts of people's experience of it, because i'd want to make sure that i'm writing it correctly and not in a way that would just brush aside any of the details, yk?

i also think that, in a way, nico has completely blocked out that time of his life. it was very dark, and he's experienced even more trauma after that, and so it's just something that he tries really hard to avoid/not think about - even though i do think that he talked to mr. d about it at some point.

so the answer, to be honest, is that i don't know, but it's leaning toward a no. now that i think about it, though, i'm not entirely sure if it's realistic for me to just drop that toward the beginning and then never have nico think about it again- so i would have to do more thinking on the topic! thank you so much for bringing this up to me because even though i do remember mentioning it, i never really think about those early chapters anymore, which dealt with some pretty heavy material, even though i tried to stay very vague about it all.

i think that i'll try to include it at some point, and i do have a scene kind of forming in my head that i think i could put it into, but i don't think it will be very detailed, probably staying in the same lane as everything else that i included in the early chapters of talk your talk! thank you for the ask!!

#wrongcaitlyn #talk ur talk asks #tw self harm #tw suicidality

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sp00kycrumpet · 5 months

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Paradise (10/10)

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

Rating: E

Tags: Javi is baby, fluff, holiday romance, Nick Cage is Nick Cage, reader is bilingual

Warnings: swearing

Summary: Working as Nicholas Cage's personal assistant was your favourite job; so when he asked you to accompany him to Mallorca for this birthday party he'd been invited to, you were more than happy to go. What you didn't anticipate was the host himself.

Will also be posted on my AO3

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five)

(Part Six) (Part Seven) (Part Eight) (Part Nine)

Hello!! Thank you so much for your support this year~~ I have a handful of more works I've been sitting on for a while (writers block, am I right?) So watch this space!! I'm open to ideas, inputs etc~

Happy Holidays and have an amazing new year! See y'all in 2024!! 💚✨

In the months that followed, you split your time between New York for work and Mallorca to see Javi. Everyone back home was an equal mix of surprised and happy when you told them of your relationship, proudly showing off photos of your gorgeous boyfriend whenever you got the opportunity. Every time you visited, Javi would spoil you with gifts and romantic dates.

But your favourite thing was to curl up on his couch together and watch movies, he always had one of your hands in his. Playing with your fingers or pressing little kisses to your knuckles. You would never grow tired of his constant physical affection, you craved it just as much as he did and you would always do the same with him. Always needing an arm around him or just to touch him in some way. Sometimes he'd still have to work while you visited, and you'd lounge around in his office with a book or doing your own work. It was getting closer to his and Nick's movie finally being made, and he was pouring over the final draft of the script one afternoon when you were over. You'd tried reading but found your gaze kept wandering over to him, the little frown between his brows as he concentrated or the way he'd absent mindedly chew on the end of his pen he was making notes with. You couldn't believe this wonderful man was all yours, it pulled a smile over your lips as you watched him. Even focussed on his work, he looked beautiful. He paused after a moment, lowering his pen like he was about to write when he spoke.

"Cariño. You're staring at me again." He muttered before glancing up to you from under his lashes. You tried to quickly hide your face in your book but he'd caught you red handed.

"Can you blame me? You look so handsome being all serious." You grinned, Javi chuckling as he shook his head. You pushed yourself up, wandering over to stand behind him before sliding your arms around his shoulders after pressing a kiss to the back of his head. He lifted a hand to rest it against your arms, his thumb stroking your skin. "You must be bored." You shook your head, resting your chin lightly against the top of his head.

"I could watch you for hours. But I don't want to keep distracting you… I might go take a bath." You hummed, Javi making a noise of agreement, clearly lost in his reading again. You smiled and kissed the top of his head. "Yeah, I'm going to go do that then I'll make dinner for us okay?" Javi leaned back against you, tilting his head as you ducked down to rest your head against his shoulder.

"That sounds wonderful. I'm sorry I'm so distracted today, Nick wants this back by the end of the week so I wanted to do as much as possible so I can give you the attention you deserve." You grinned and pressed a kiss to his neck before pulling away to head out of the room.

"Don't worry. I'll be back in a bit, okay?" Javi nodded a little, disappearing back into the script.

"Okay. Love you." He muttered before you both froze, the words hanging in the air. You paused with your hand on the door handle. It was the first time either of you had said those words, and it was so casual and natural. You turned to look at him, Javi staring up at you with wide eyes. Almost looking terrified that you'd bolt from the room, never to return after he said it.

"What was that?" You asked, Javi swallowing and looking as nervous as the day you'd first kissed. His lips moved but words failed him momentarily.

"I'm sorry. I-It just -" You cut him off before he could ramble through an apology and excuse.

"Say it again." Was all you said, Javi taking a breath as he watched you. Your heart was doing somersaults in your chest, you knew you loved him but was always worried it might be too soon to say it. You'd added it to the end of numerous texts before deleting it out of fear he wasn't there yet.

"I love you." He breathed, that nervous energy radiating off of him as you moved closer to him. His eyes stayed glued to you as you stood in front of him, your hands reached out to cup his face in them and a smile broke out across your lips. You could see the worry in his eyes, how his mind would be frantically trying to pull the words together to explain himself or prepare for you saying something bad. But you just leaned down and pressed your lips against his tenderly. His shoulders finally relaxed as he reached for you and gently pulled you into his lap.

"You're not freaked out?" He asked when you leaned back, brushing your fingers through his messy hair. You shook your head.

"No, because I absolutely, undoubtedly love you too." He grinned at you, peppering kisses all over your face.

"Thank God. I was scared for a moment there, I think my heart actually stopped!" He laughed, holding you close. His work and your bath were forgotten for now as you kissed him.

"Say it again." You mumbled against his lips, Javi grinning.

"I love you. Te amo." He repeated it over and over, switching between English and Spanish as he often did, pressing kisses to your lips between each admission.

"I love you so much Javi." He grinned, cuddling you against his chest with a content sigh.

Once the movie was finally started, Javi came to stay in New York. At first he'd booked into a hotel, but that proved a waste of money when most nights he'd end up in your bed. So you surprised him by giving him a key to your apartment and told him to just stay there. It felt so nice to come home and find him there, or to see his shoes by yours at the door. Simple domestic touches that made you fall in love with him over and over again. As the movie gained attention, so did Javi. People were curious about Nicholas Cage's new best friend, his social media exploded with followers and companies wanting to work with him after Nick had informally introduced him to the world and convinced Javi to do a few interviews. He ended up doing a couple of photoshoots with brands who wanted to work with him, the internet loved him. He wasn't an actor but his charm and handsome looks meant he built up a fanbase, people were stopping him in the street for photos or to just talk to him. The world loved him. He was so open and honest constantly, even down to talking candidly about how he and Nick only met because Javi was such a fanboy and had invited him to his birthday party. That and the fact that he was so honest about your relationship. In numerous interviews, he'd gush about how Nick had made so many of his dreams come true - including finally finding true love. You'd been caught in photos with Nick in the past, being his assistant meant you were often at most events he attended; so it didn't take fans long to work out you were Javi's true love he so often spoke of. Twitter almost exploded when Javi finally created an Instagram account and his first post was a photo of the two of you at his birthday party alongside a photo of you both on a date night at his compound. It was crazy but Javi was loving it, despite constantly being nervous about events or interviews - he found it was actually fun.

The night of the premier though, Javi was so nervous he couldn't eat. He paced your apartment, calling Nick to check everything was ready to go and trying to calm his nerves. He looked so handsome in his black suit, he'd cut his hair but it still had its unruly curls that added to his look. He was standing in the living room, fiddling with his tie when you emerged from the bedroom.

"Javi, you look incredible, stop fussing." You chuckled softly, pausing to lean against the counter to pull your heels on. He turned to face you and paused, just watching you as you stood up straight and smoothed your hands over your dress. You looked up and blinked at the fact that he was staring.

"Do I look okay…?" You asked, glancing down at the floor length dress you'd bought. It was sleek with slender straps over your shoulders and a slit in the skit that stopped about midthigh on the left side. A classic red carpet dress.

"Okay? You look absolutely breathtaking." Javi replied, momentarily forgetting his nerves as he stepped closer to you. Even now, you still got shy over the way he looked at you with so much love and adoration. His hands came to rest on your waist as he pulled you close, whispering words of adoration in Spanish before he kissed your lips. You grinned and leaned into him, sliding your hands up his chest.

"Javi. We have to go soon." He pouted softly, nudging his nose cutely against your iaw.

"I'm too nervous. Can't we stay here and go after?" You chuckled, his fingers squeezing your waist subtly. Javi was already very physically affectionate, but when his nerves got the better of him, it made his need for physical affection stronger. A few times you'd almost missed interviews because that need had turned into something more.

"Javier Gutierrez. You'll be the death of me." You teased as he peppered little kisses along your bare shoulder. "You've worked so hard on this movie, you can't miss the premier." He huffed out a sigh and opted to just nuzzle his face against your neck. "You'd think with how much literally everyone adores you, you'd be insanely confident. But you're still my shy Javi. And I love that about you. Sometimes though, we have to put on a brave face and just do it." He nodded, lifting his head to look at you. He knew you were right but he was still nauseatingly nervous.

"Thank you for coming with me." You shook your head, carefully smoothing your fingers through his styled hair.

"Admittedly, I used to daydream about walking the red carpet. But actually doing it, is quite nerve wracking. But we have each other for support. We got this." Javi smiled softly, watching you before he stepped back and held out a hand to you.

"Let's go. Before my nerves get the better of me." You smiled, sliding your hand into his with a hum in your throat.

The red carpet was more intimidating once you stood at the end of it. You tried to hang back a bit but Javi insisted you were in the photos with him, your heart was pounding so loud that you could barely hear the press yelling for you both to look their way but Javi's hand against your lower back kept you grounded. Your favourite photo from the night was one where the two of you were looking up at each other and smiling, it was one taken when you were both arriving to the after-party before Javi's interview with Vanity Fair and they'd used it as the main photo on their article as well. You were living in a beautiful dream you never wanted to wake up from, as long as Javi was by your side, you were happy.

#no use of y/n #pedro pascal #the unbearable weight of massive talent #javi g x reader #javier gutierrez #javi g x you #javi x you #javi

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watercolor-hearts · 7 months

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Hi! I really enjoy your works on AO3 (depressed Seb au was 🤌) and I have a request if that’s ok??

Pairing: simi

I’m a sucker for protective Kimi, so Seb having a panic attack (maybe over a crash?? Idk) and Kimi comforting him? I’m struggling with writers block and I really love your works.

Hi dear 😊 You're the first one who requested a story while I didn't have any prompt lists reblogged recently. You made me so happy with it. 🥺❤ Thank you so much! ❤

Also I'm so glad you like the Depressed Seb AU. ❤

Sorry for the long wait, I struggle a bit with time management nowadays. Anyway, I hope you like the story. 😊 Little bit of panic attack and comfort as you requested. I hope your writers block is over now and you can write again. Also, thank you so much for your kind words, it means a lot to me. ❤

Seb&Kimi • 1217 words • panic attack • mentions of a car crash • comfort • hug • Ao3 link

Too many people, loud noises, hands touching him, heart racing, throat tightening, hands trembling. It was all of a sudden and too much and Seb could only hope it would end soon – this feeling he had experienced once and didn’t want it again; a panic attack.

“We’re going to your driver's room, okay?” Antti asked, gently guiding Seb because he wasn’t sure the driver could go there by himself seeing all the signs that showed he wasn’t completely okay. “Try and take some deep breaths,” Antti advised, “I’ll help take off your helmet soon,” he said, seeing Seb trying to unbuckle his helmet but his trembling hands didn’t help the situation.

As they stepped into the driver's room, Antti closed the door and helped Seb to take his helmet off, letting him take a few deep breaths to help ease the tight feeling in his chest. It didn’t work. He felt like the air couldn’t get through his throat because it was too tight, the faster and faster pounding of his heart making him panic even more.

“Look at m—”

“I need…,” Seb wanted to say as he leaned to the wall as a wave of nausea washed over him, cold sweat – or water, he wasn’t even sure – running down his neck and back. He knew he had to try and get himself to breathe evenly to fight the nausea and the panic but it wasn’t easy. He knew Kimi was the one that could help him the most because he was the one who was there with him when he first experienced something like this. He needed him so bad. He needed Antti to know that it’s better if he just goes and finds Kimi instead of trying to help but he couldn’t tell him because there were moments when he didn’t even know where he was as the room kept spinning with him, making everything blurry.

“We have to regulate your breathing so then your body will know you’re okay,” Antti said, touching Seb’s shoulder like he always does when he wants to help him but at that moment it was the worst possible thing to do because it sent Seb into a panic spiral stronger than the previous one was. As Seb stepped back to have a bit more space, he almost stumbled upon his own legs, his only luck was that the wall was there to lean on.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” the trainer apologized, recognizing that he had gone too far with the touching, also taking a step backward to make sure he wouldn’t make the situation even worse than it already was. He needed to think quickly and find a solution as soon as possible.

“I need…,” Seb pushed his hand on his chest, feeling the galloping of his heart under his palm, hoping that the tight feeling would go away as he tried to put together an understandable sentence, “I need Kimi. Please.”

Antti knew it was better to trust Seb and find Kimi than to try and solve this by himself, no matter how well he knew Seb and how many calming techniques he knew. It was time to help in a different way and then hope for the best.

“I’ll go and find him,” he said, leaving Seb in the room, hoping he’ll still be conscious when they arrive back.

***

“I’m here,” Kimi said as he stepped into Seb’s driver's room, leaving Antti outside the door as how they’ve agreed, in case Sebastian needed something or they needed more help.

“I need to… sit down,” Seb said, sliding down to the ground after trying to get his wet racing suit off of his upper body.

“Good idea,” Kimi nodded, sitting down as well, leaving space between them. “Charles climbed out of the car by himself,” Kimi told Seb, hoping it would help a bit because he was almost 100% sure the cause of Seb’s panic attack was the fact that Charles ended up in the barriers. He tried to make Seb not think about the panic because it helped last time too – simply talking to him and seeing how the one-word replies become sentences and the signs of the panic slowly disappear as Seb works on himself in his own way. Not acknowledging the panic attack or not really focusing on it, on breathing techniques, helped Seb because this way he wasn’t stressing too much about wanting to stop it. He knew Kimi was with him and if he was with him Seb was always going to be okay. “They took him to the medical center but he said he was okay. Don’t think about what could’ve happened.”

“It was so scary,” Seb said, slowly exhaling through his mouth while picking at his hand. His mind kept replaying the scene. Him making a small contact with Charles after losing the grip because of the wet surface, making Charles lose control as well, spinning and then ending up in the barriers. A scene Seb never wanted to see. He hated it when they were racing in intense rain. It wasn’t safe.

“I was scared too,” Kimi whispered, making Seb lift his head and look at him. Kimi wasn’t the one to confess things like this easily. “But everyone’s safe now and it seems like they won’t restart the race as there are only three laps left and it doesn’t seem like the rain will stop soon.”

“One good point for the FIA.”

“Yeah,” Kimi nodded. “Do you need your drink? Antti said you should drink a bit when you’re feeling better.”

“A bit of water would be good but I can go and—”

“It’s okay,” Kimi said, standing up to get Seb’s water bottle off the massage table. “Drink it,” he handed the bottle to him and sat back on the ground.

“Thank you,” Seb looked at him with a weak smile, his heart picking up pace again as their fingers brushed.

After drinking, Seb put the bottle on the ground and tilted his head back to take another deep breath. He could feel his lungs expand easier and his heart finding its normal rhythm and settling with it. He knew he was going to be okay. He just needed a bit more time being on the floor to earn a bit of energy to do the interviews and the race debrief.

“Feeling better?” Kimi asked, seeing a wider smile appear on Seb’s face after exhaling and closing his eyes for a second.

“Yeah,” Seb nodded, “Thank you for being here again. I wasn’t that nice to Antti when he tried to help but I knew I needed you because… You know, the previous one. You do this thing well. The talking. Not wanting me to do this or that breathing exercise, just talking to me and being there with me, letting me calm myself while making sure I’m not alone and I have someone with me in case it doesn’t work.”

“You can always count on me,” Kimi smiled, “I like to be with you.”

“Can I hug you?”

Kimi nodded, moving closer and opening his arms. “You can. Anytime,” he said, reciprocating Seb’s hug immediately after he felt his teammate’s arms curl around him.

He doesn’t give hugs often but he would never say no to Seb.

#simi #formula 1 #formula 1 fanfic #my writing #thatquirkycookie

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fanficwriter284 · 2 months

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hii, can you do some more teenager chiffany? missing those two cuties

Hi! And Sure! Sorry it took me a tad bit! Hope this is okay. I really had no clue what to write about...And I've been going through a writer's block! Sorry if it's short. I'm having trouble writing long fics.

The sun had reached its peak on a Thursday afternoon, marking the end of another grueling school day for the students of Jersey High. Charles Lee Loman Reinhardt, now a teenager on close to turning sixteen, sat alongside Tiffany Delilah Valentine, his best and only friend. They shared a quiet moment, Charles nibbling on a sandwich prepared by his adoptive mother while Tiffany indulged in a chocolate-dipped cereal bar.

Breaking the silence, Tiffany spoke, "So, how's your new 'dad' treating you?"

Charles wrinkled his nose at her choice of words. "He's not my dad," he corrected. "But he's definitely an improvement over the losers my mom used to date. And... he's actually quite nice," he admitted, taking a shy bite of his sandwich.

Tiffany teased, leaning against him, "That's sweet. Must be weird having him as a teacher here, though."

Charles rolled his eyes. "It's not exactly a walk in the park, seeing him around all the time, checking up on me during breaks. And could be worst, at least he’s not my math teacher" he added with a smirk.

Tiffany pulled away, frowning. "Your 'dad' assigns way too much homework. You should tell him to ease up."

"Again, not my dad," Charles reiterated, taking another bite. "And he doesn't assign that much. Maybe you just suck at math," he teased.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow. "How would you know? He's not even your teacher this year. Your Smartass is in Calculus."

"He was my teacher 2 years ago before my mom and him got together " Charles responded. "He's good at what he does. You're just ass at the subject."

Changing the subject, Tiffany asked, "What's it like having your old teacher dating your mom? I don't think I could handle it. It'd be too awkward."

Charles shrugged. "You get used to it after a while. At first, I called him Mr. K, but now I just call him Liam."

"That's weird," Tiffany remarked, leaning in closer. "So, do you avoid him or hang out with him?"

"I tried to avoid him at first, but he kept trying to get involved in my life, there was no point in even trying to avoid him," Charles explained.

"Took me to soccer games, helped me fix my bike, made me lunch, even took me out for ice cream... stuff like that."

Tiffany smiled. "That's nice of him," she said, resting her head on Charles's shoulder.

Charles felt himself blush, his heart racing. "Um, yeah, I guess," he stammered.

…

After lunch, they retreated to their favorite spot beneath the great oak tree, where Tiffany absentmindedly played with Charles's hair since his hair had grown quite a bit when living his his mom and Liam. Since Charles’ biological father wasn’t fond of men with long hair, finding it unmasculine…or at least thats the perspective his father had under the influence, unlike his sober counter part. Chucky has few memories of his dad when he was sober…but the few he had were one of a kind man, one who smiled, one who didn’t reak of putird ale in the morning, a man who loved him….but that man was dead…he had been for a long time, leaving the cruel and cynical behind… and now his physical body was 6 feet under. The memories of his father, both sober and intoxicated, now flooded Charles's mind. His father's loving moments now overshadowed by his addiction, leaving behind twisted memories, with his dad’s caring face beginning to fade. But in these quiet moments with Tiffany, Charles found himself calm ad happy.

"Chucky?" Tiffany's voice brought him back to the present.

"Hm?"

"Are you okay?" she whispered, squeezing his hand gently.

"Yeah, just thinking," Charles replied, returning the squeeze.

"About?"

"Life, I guess," he said with a shrug, finding comfort in Tiffany's touch.

The teen continued to gaze into the distance, finding himself lost in the endless void, only to be grounded by Tiffany. Once again, she squeezed his hand doing his best to prevent a potentially anxiety attack.

" Hey…You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" she said softly.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Charles's lips as he turned to look at her. "Yeah, I know…I–I’m fine…really…it’s nothing…just thinking about stuff…”

Tiffany sighed but gave a light nod resting herself further in his grasp.

#Teen Chiffany #Chucky #tiffany valentine #Teen Chucky #Teen Tiffany

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alwaysthesitter · 3 months

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Closed starter for @defectivexfragmented

He had royally fucked up. He didn't quite understand that saying, especially since it wasn't like he - or anyone he knew - was a royal, but he knew that's what it was. A royal fuck up. He hadn't fully understood it at first, which didn't surprise him. He had barely passed high school, after all. All he knew was that he had entirely broken down. Froze. It wasn't Nancy Wheeler levels of bad, calling him bullshit while drunk, but it still left him feeling like he was a terrible boyfriend. That he wasn't doing enough, or doing it well enough.

Matt had been someone he had felt safe with. Matt, unlike his previous partners, was an adult. And maybe that was part of why this had happened - him still being such an immature child to so many levels, while Matt was a lawyer and a fucking superhero and successful. Steve didn't deserve him. Yet Matt had wanted him, and loved him, and he didn't feel like he had to hide himself the way he did around everyone else he knew.

So yeah, he'd broken down. Years of pent up emotions had spilled out, wondering why he continued to fuck up. Why, as Robin put it, he was such a dingus. Ironically it had been Robin that had helped him realize what had happened, the cogs slowly turning as Steve tried to process. He was a man that had only ever been wanted for his looks, and maybe he had a moment of sensitivity in knowing that Matt couldn't see his looks so he really didn't know why the other man had kept him around. He had said it, not only not knowing the impact, but as some weird fucked up coping mechanism. Put on a facade that he doesn't feel worthless and like he's just a pretty face. King Steve showing up and proving his worst.

As Robin explained it, he understood. It was like when people made fun of his lack of intelligence. Well, not quite. Obviously this was much difference. But even when his friends 'joked' with him, he felt his heart sink every time. Matt's heart would certainly have sunk, if not broken, feeling like Steve was poking fun at a condition he had struggled with his whole life. Something completely out of his control. Just like how Steve tried to understand things, but didn't.

At first he had thought about writing a letter. He wasn't the best writer - Nancy had torn apart his college admission letter - but he didn't know how eloquent he would come across that way. Plus Robin had reminded him that his lover - ex lover? - could literally not see the fucking letter. Steve only felt more ridiculous then, recognizing how little he knew about these things. So, he decided to call. He didn't expect Matt to pick up, and maybe that was better. He could say what he needed without fear of Matt hanging up on him.

"Uh....hey. It's Steve. Harrington. Shit, yeah, duh. You....obviously knew that. I. Damnit. I'm really bad with the whole wording thing. But I know I messed up. You had every right to leave me, now that I understand what I did. It was horrible of me. I called my best friend and well, she helped me educate myself. I'm really a dingus, I get told it all the time, but moments like this prove it and....shit, this isn't about me. Matt, I'm sorry. If you'd be down, I'd love to meet you at the coffee shop a few blocks down from your place. You know, the one I always went to to grab you something after a long day of work? I don't expect you to come, and I don't expect you to forgive me but....I'd like to apologize in person. If you'll let me."

As he hung up the phone, he started playing everything he said over and over. Had something he said been wrong, so he had fucked up again? Did that sound okay? He smacked his palm against his forehead a few times, taking a few breaths, before nodding. Only one way to find out. He was going to grab a jacket, and go to that coffee shop. And sit. And wait. And wait. As long as possibly needed, he wouldn't budge. Matt Murdock was worth that much.

#[four puffs of farrah fawcett spray*/threads]#defectivexfragmented

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holycafe · 3 years

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The last two months had flown by.

Dean had never felt like this before. He’d never been this happy. As a hunter, he’d never truly allowed himself to believe that he could get something in his life that was more than just pain and bloodshed. But looking at Cas now, his husband, who was currently burning their two-monthiversary dinner, he was happy.

“Here,” Dean said, stepping in and rescuing the chicken from the grill before it became charcoal. Cas sighed in relief, even though he had been adamant in finishing this meal by himself, and Dean pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before wiping away the bead of sweat that clung to his hairline. Cas closed his eyes and rested his head against Dean’s hand, drained after spending the last couple of hours racing around the kitchen. Dean had, obviously, offered his help sooner – seeing as how Cas could barely cook anything to save his own life – but he had been forcibly removed from the kitchen by his husband, who was insistent on doing this alone. But now, when Dean asked: “How can I help?” Cas was desperate enough that he didn’t turn him away.

They found an easy rhythm working together in the kitchen, and maybe it would be a little strange how easily they fell into it if it wasn’t for all the times that they’d worked side-by-side on a hunt together over the past twelve years? Because, actually, they hadn’t really done this yet. This cooking thing that is. Cas never needed to eat before he went to the Empty and lost his angel mojo, so he never needed to cook. And after coming back, people had always been around. There wasn’t ever just Dean and Cas in the kitchen. Not before the wedding, at least. And after the wedding, Jack sent them straight off to sunny Hawaii. Then Costa Rica, Thailand, Venice, New Zealand… Every time they got bored of the scenery and fancied a change, they just called Jack up and got zapped off somewhere new.

They’d come back for Sam and Eileen’s wedding, of course. Arrived back the day before and stayed to see them off to their own honeymoon. Then spent a couple of days milling around the bunker. But it was different now. They’d been gone for more than a month at that point, and it had gone from overcrowded to silent and empty and just as unbearable. So, they’d left again.

But it became pretty clear over the next few weeks that it wasn’t more days of sea, sun, and sand that they needed. They just needed – Dean needed – a home. And the bunker wasn’t enough anymore. He didn’t want an underground base of operations filled with spell books, cursed objects, and an endless tirade of hunters parading through the doors. Dean wanted windows and light. He wanted a place by the lake so that he could go fishing, with a big garden out back for Cas to grow whatever he wanted. He wanted a wine cellar and a porch that he could sit on with Cas in the morning and watch the sun come up. Dean wanted a home, he wanted a life, he wanted to hang up his hunting gear once and for all, and Cas was right behind him.

But they couldn’t exactly go looking for their dream house while on their honeymoon in Bali. So, once they got fed up with overcrowded beaches, strangers, and fake-happy hotel staff, the two of them returned to the empty bunker again, just in time for their two-month anniversary.

And Dean hadn’t ever really thought he was a ‘monthiversary’ kind of guy… but life as a hunter had taught him to celebrate the little things in life. And, anyway, this didn’t feel like a ‘little’ thing. This felt huge. They’d been married for two months! Two months where Dean could hold Cas’ hand without caring who saw. Two months where he could press a kiss on his cheek, his jaw, his neck, shoulder, lips. Two months with a ring on his finger – which had been a strange feeling at first but now felt as comfortable to him as his own skin.

Two months.

“I love you,” Dean said, and Cas looked up from where he was stirring the sauce, his blue eyes so beautiful. He smiled.

“I love you, too.”

They could say that now as though it was the simplest thing in the world. As though they hadn’t been hiding those feelings away like the biggest secret in the world up until only a few months ago. They loved each other, and they could say it because, of course, they did! They always had, and they always would. ‘til death do us part and all that.

Except, they both knew that death wouldn’t be the end of their story. Either they’d come back to life. Again. Or they’d find each other in heaven. That was the perk of having an ex-angel as a husband and God as their son. Dean had got a peek behind the proverbial curtain; he didn’t have to guess about what was to come. He knew that when he said Cas was stuck with him forever, he wasn’t exaggerating.

“Alright, what are we working with?” Dean asked as he got his mind back on track, taking the wooden spoon from Cas and preparing himself as he moved to taste the sauce that his husband had been working on.

It wasn’t that Dean didn’t trust Cas; he just didn’t trust Cas’ ability to cook them a meal without giving them food poisoning. After all, the last time he’d attempted to cook them anything, he’d ended up dumping sugar into the frying pan because the recipe had said to ‘caramelise’ the onions. Obviously, that had been a disaster.

This time, however, the sauce actually tasted pretty good. Dean nodded his approval. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised; Cas always was a quick learner. He said as much and saw the way that his husband beamed with pride, his grin contagious.

They finished up the meal and set the table in the library together pretty quickly.

“I’ll put some music on,” Cas said, but Dean was soon up on his feet and shaking his head no.

“Nuh-uh. We’re not listening to Beyonce on our anniversary. We listen to real music or nothing at all,” he said. Cas knew that he was only teasing. Of course, he did; he knew Dean better than anyone. Better than even Sam did. Hell, Cas knew him better than Dean knew himself. He didn’t even hate Beyonce all that much – not that he would ever tell anyone other than Cas that – but still, Dean stayed true to his word and played his favourite Led Zeppelin playlist on shuffle through Sam’s speaker, and then they started to dig into their meal.

They were almost done eating before one of the songs that Dean had added onto the mixtape that he’d made for Cas a few years ago started to play, and Cas started to hum along, tapping his fingers lightly against his glass to the beat of ‘Thank You’.

And when Plant started singing, Cas joined in, effortlessly whispering the lyrics under his breath. “If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you. When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.”

And as Cas continued to sing along, Dean’s heart sang with him as he stared in open amazement.

“You’ve listened to the tape,” Dean said, the words almost sounding like an accusation to his own ears. And it was stupid how his stomach was doing little flips right now because they were married, goddammit! But, yeah, sometimes Cas still gave him butterflies.

Right now was definitely one of those times.

“It was a gift,” Cas reminded him. And Dean nodded, but it was so much more than that: it was the first time that Dean had put conscious effort into telling Cas how he felt. He’d given him a mixtape! A mixtape made mostly of love songs from his favourite band. “I listened to it whenever I missed you when I was away,” Cas continued, and Dean’s heart gave another little throb in his chest. “I missed you a lot.”

Christ.

“I missed you a lot too,” Dean admitted. Of course, he’d missed him. He’d missed him every damn second of every day that they weren’t together.

If Dean was better at vocalising how he felt, then he would have told Cas that. He thought that Cas still understood, though, if the was he was smiling, his blue eyes glistening, was anything to go by. He was beautiful.

Cas’ fingers were still drumming against his glass in tempo to the song as though he wasn’t even conscious of it. Dean shook his head, forgetting his dinner for a moment as he stood up and offered Cas his hand. Cas blinked at him in confused for a moment, unsure, and so Dean rolled his eyes and reached down to tug him up to his feet and into an embrace before leading them in a dance around the library.

Dean could feel Cas’ body pressed nice and warm against his own, as comfortable as the ring on his finger. He could feel the smile on Cas’ cheeks pressed against Dean’s, though he didn’t need to turn his head to see the smile for himself. He had all of Cas’ smiles memorised.

“Sing to me, Cas,” Dean teased as they danced to the song. Though, it wasn’t actually a taunt. Not really. The way he said it might have sounded like he was goading and making a joke of the situation, but in reality, the thought of Cas singing Led Zeppelin to him only served to make Dean’s insides twist up into knots. And Cas knew that because Cas knew him. And so, when the next verse began, he sang.

“And so today, my world it smiles,” he sang. His voice was deep and rough, but still beautiful, and Dean’s heart really did leap at the sound. “Your hand in mine, we walk the miles. Thanks to you, it will be done.”

“For you to meeeee are the ooooonly oneeeee!” Dean sang the next line, making Cas laugh, his breath ghosting against Dean’s neck, causing the small hairs there to stand up. Dean smiled and finally turned to face him, pressing a kiss to his husband’s lips while the song continued on around them.

Christ, he loved his man so much, more and more every day. They’d been married now for two months. Two months and counting, and Dean was so happy to spend the rest of their lives together.

#okay i tried but i kept getting writers block while writing this so sorry if it sucks #i was going to go with Cas puts on the mixtape for their anniversary dinner but this idea flowed better in writing #destiel #deancas #deancas wedding #destiel anniversary #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel winchester #jensen ackles #misha collins #spn #pieprincesswritesdestiel #pieprincesswritesspn #pieprincesswritesfics #flowersforcastag

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rosesvioletshardy · 3 years

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overtime win celebrations - mat barzal

okay this is very unedited because i lowkey rushed it and i know it’s bad. also this is very bad smut because i haven’t written it in a while and i tried to read others and my old ones to get some inspiration and try to make it at least accurate in a way idk

also a very happy birthday mat today

(isles win today or else i’ll fly to new york and 🔪) (jk ,,, unless)

this was requested by @gigissports who gave me the idea of this fic when i said i wanted to write a fic but didn’t know what to write about or who to write about so thank you to her and i hope you like it

(also idk what that title is it’s the first thing that came to my mind)

(ps y’all should also follow her as well she’s an amazing person)

masterlist

mat masterlist

warnings: mention of fights, SMUT (18+) (minors please don’t interact), fluff, little angst? (idk mat is a little upset so idk if that’d count as angst)

# of words: 1,941 (sorry it’s short i tried to make it somewhat longer but my brain decided to go into writer’s block so)

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It was all going well, up until it wasn’t. You knew that playoff hockey got even more intense than the regular season and meant that more injuries were prone to happen. Mat told you the night the Islanders got clinched that he wouldn’t try to get into many fights anymore or get anymore penalty minutes seeing that he’s their star and that the top player shouldn’t have that many penalty minutes. He managed to not get into any fights or get any penalties the first 4 games. You would’ve gone to the game but you decided to stay at yours and Mat’s apartment to watch the game due to being busy earlier in the day and Mat was completely fine with however you wanted to watch the game. The only thing he did request before he left was that you wore one of his jerseys that he wasn’t going to be wearing for good luck. As soon as you came home from work it was the first thing you did and you sent a picture to him to show him. You knew he wouldn’t answer right away but you saw that he read it.

The game was going smoothly up until the second period where the penguins were leading by 3. You knew that the team was frustrated by the way they looked as the camera panned over to the bench and that they were trying their hardest. Mat’s line was now playing and you felt as if they were going to score during that period. It wasn’t until moments after Anthony’s goal where a fight broke out and Mat got into the middle of it. You couldn’t tell what happened but you stood up on your feet and became really concerned. It wasn’t until you saw him walk towards the locker room with one of the medics before they showed the reply. The rest of the game you couldn’t focus on and only worried that something would happen even later into the game. Mat had said he was fine but you knew that he wasn’t from when they showed him.

The only good thing to come out of the game was the double overtime win and you knew it was going to be a while before Mat got home. You hadn’t really had anything for dinner because of it and could only eat crackers because your mind was only worried for Mat and Mat only. It wasn’t long before you fell asleep seeing how late it was. Mat on the other hand was exhausted as well and it was just from playing almost 5 rounds of hockey. A sigh escaped his mouth when he reached the front door and took out his keys only to find you sleeping on the couch wearing his white jersey. He smiled at the site before dropping his bag and taking his shoes off before walking over to you and crouching down in front of you. Mat took a moment to analyze the details of your face before he started to caress your face and wake you up. Your eyes began to flutter open as you saw him crouched down to your height

“Hey baby” he whispered as you sat up making room for him

“Hi maty, sorry you had to see me like this” you told as he sat down and pulled you into his chest

“It’s okay you deserve some rest.” he said trying to hide his eye

“Let me see, don’t hide it.”

“I didn’t want you to be mad”

“Why would I be mad?” you asked him confusion running across your face

“Because I promised to you that I wouldn't get into any fights or get any penalties during playoffs” he admitted

“I’m not mad, I was worried the entire time. It happens.” you affirmed him as you ran your fingers over the bruised eye lightly making sure that you didn’t hurt him. The two of you sat there in silence for a while taking in each other’s company before you both looked at each other and brought your lips together. You’ve been with Mat for over a year and a half and yet he still gave you butterflies every time you kissed. Straddling him, you continued to kiss as you ran your fingers through his hair.

Everything in that moment just felt perfect. Mat pulled away and stood up, picked you up and took you to yours and his room. After laying you down on the bed, he began to slowly push up his jersey while pressing small kisses along your jaw and down your neck, leaving marks, making you moan before pulling away to take the jersey off. His breath hitched when he saw the lingerie you had on underneath and smiled and you spoke up

“I was going to surprise you when you got home but i ended up falling asleep, so this isn’t exactly how I planned it” you told him sitting back up

“Well I’m still surprised don’t worry and you still look beautiful” he said before giving you another kiss and laying you back down after you took off his suit jacket, shirt and pants leaving him just in his underwear as you traced your fingers down his body

“I love you so much. Thank you for everything you do. From supporting me at home and away games to dealing with me and my antics”

Mat unclipped you bra as he pressed light kisses over your collarbones as his hands roamed all over your body and stopping at your thighs, Pushing your legs apart, his fingers hooking onto your underwear before sliding them off and inserting two of them inside you. His eyes never left yours, curling his fingers more and while his thumb rubbed your clit, causing you to moan

“Maty, please” you let out

“In all time princess. It’s all about patience” he whispered in your ear before removing his fingers as soon as he felt you clenching.

Removing his fingers, he brought them up to his mouth and sucked off your juices and sank down to his knees and kissed the soft skin of your thighs, feeling scruff from his playoff beard he was finally allowed to grow out. He wasted no time when it came to eating you out as he sucked back on your clit. One of his favorite sounds was hearing your moans and whimpers, as a smirk plastered onto his face, gripping your thighs tighter. You became more and more frustrated as you tugged on his hair wanting more. Pulling him closer onto you, his hands grabbed your breasts making you gasp and moan his name more. He began to slowly lick your clit before starting to suck on it. You can feel him slowly pull away before going back and inserting his finger again

“Oh god. Oh fuck. Mat that feels so good. Please don’t stop”

“What do you need princess?”

“You. I need you.”

“Fuck, maty i’m so close please” you told him as you could feel him humming against your clit, sending shivers down your spine. The familiar feeling began to coil in your stomach as you tugged on his hair harder and him licking you as his name left your lips, almost to the point where the neighbors would probably hear.

When he pulled away, he pressed a kiss against your lips, making you taste yourself. Mat leaned over to grab a condom from the nightstand next to the bed as you began to palm him through his boxers before pulling it down. You helped him roll the condom on him as he then lined himself in between you and grabbing your legs to hook against him

“You ready?” he asked looking into your eyes, making sure you’re still comfortable

“Yes” you told him as you curled your fingers at the bottom of his hair as he pressed his lips against yours while pushing himself inside you, groaning into his mouth.

His hips rolled with every thrust he gave, his lips leaving yours and pressing kisses along your jaw as he whispered in your ear as the occasional moan left his lips when you marked up his back or tugged his hair more. His hands gripped around your waist as he

“I love you so much.”

“I love you so much too”

“Are you close?” he whispered pulling away from your neck “Mhm” you nodded as a whine left your left as he thrusted harder,

“It’s okay, let go” he whispered in your ear as the both of you let go of your highs. Mat came out of you and fell on the bed next to you. The two of you stayed quiet as you both breathed heavily trying to catch your breaths.

“Well that was-”

“Yeah” he finished as he took the condom off and threw it in the trashcan when got up and went to the bathroom

When Mat came back, he started to clean you up with the damp towel, making sure that you were alright and that he didn’t hurt you. He took his time making sure to stop as soon as you started to feel uncomfortable or started to wince. You kept trying to fight off the sleepiness that was taking over so you had a chance to talk to Mat about everything he wanted just so he can get his mind over it. Your eyes were starting to slowly close once again until you felt the bed dip and Mat’s arm pull you so your head was on his chest

“What’s going on through that mind of yours?” you asked him knowing that he was thinking about the game again

“Just the game, the fight, how much my eye hurts” he laughs off but you can tell he’s still somewhat upset causing you to get up and face him

“Mathew, you did your best, and you’ll keep doing your best. I know you know this but you go close to a goal each period and in overtime. Yes, it’s not going well, but you need to have some faith in you. There’s still some positives that happened, you assisted a couple of goals from Tito and Scott, plus the game winning goal. Those are still something-” you told him before he cut you off

“Yeah but they’re not a goal you know? Everyone, from commentators to interviewers have been on my ass about not scoring and it’s frustrating to listen to and when it happens it gets blocked” mat exclaimed, as he ran his hand through is hair trying not to show his frustration

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news but that will happen and things will get better. Remember you were struggling towards the end of the regular season and then you got a goal straight out of the penalty box?”

“Yes but-”

“But nothing. You still have game 6 and I know that you guys will advance to the next round and you will get that goal that you want.” you finished as you now sit on his lap staring into his eyes and grabbing his hands

“Okay, mainly because I trust you and I love you.” he said as he gave you a small peck on the lips

“I love you”

“Now, do you still have enough energy for another round or are you tired?”

“I don’t know, I’m not the one who played 5 periods of hockey and got into a fight” you smirked as he flipped you onto your back

“Well then, you shouldn’t have said that missy” he whispered to you smirking as he went back down on you

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The Sun And Moon (Pete Davidson x Reader)

Heyyyyyy besties! So I'm back with another white boy of the month. I would like to warn you that this will be mentioning Pete's BPD and the reader will be mentioned as somebody that has had traumatic experiences however i am not mentioning what does that imply so don't worry about it. Other than that I hope you enjoy!

Being with Pete was almost a gift and a curse, you were so different yet so alike. The ultimate example of twinflames, the yin and yang. If someone had to describe what you two were like was that (y/n) was like the sun, a warm personality with kindness and such just overall this untouchable beauty from inside and out, also she adores to be under the sun, Pete sometimes found her as she laid on the floor next to her cat just so she can enjoy the warm rays, sometimes she would have her crystals (Pete called them "magic rocks") which Pete found so adorable, also as the weather got warmer she got happier.

Pete was the moon, a little bit more moody, mysterious, yet alluring, he intrigued anyone that was around him. Unlike (y/n) Pete was a night owl, he liked late night drives, staying up all night just smoking weed and watching movies, he liked the silence that the nightfall brought, he felt more at peace with the idea of relaxing and enjoying the darkness that others feared. Many times (y/n) woke up in the middle of the night and found him on her balcony, just sitting there and enjoying the view.

People around them brought up that comparison so much that they even got it as a couples tattoo, (y/n) got the sun behind her ear and Pete got the moon on his left middle finger cause he found it funny. However the curse was that they had to learn how to be around one another, yes they had similarities but they weren't quite the same situations.

Pete was a comedian, (y/n) was an author, both of them had to sometimes sit their ass down and think of something to write, but the circumstances were different.

"Baby I'm here"

Pete said as he shut the door of (y/n)'s apartment, dropping his pair of keys on the bowl that she had conveniently placed on a piece of furniture right next to her front door. Pete waited for an answer while taking off his shoes, (y/n) liked structure and she was a very neat person, another thing Pete had to learn, he wasn't dirty but he was a tad bit of messy so when he was at her apartment (which basically had become his also) he was careful with how he did things.

Silence greeted him back, he sucked in his teeth as he realized exactly why this was happening. (Y/n) had mentioned that she was writing the second book of her fantasy novel and she was in a bit of a writer's block, she had so many fresh ideas however when it came to writing them down sometimes her mind just wouldn't co operate and she just couldn't get it down in a way that she found right. He left the take out food on the small coffee table and continued to walk towards her bedroom.

There she was, slightly laying back on her leather chair with her laptop in front of her, just staring at her screen and occasionally pressing a few buttons. The door was somewhat open so he could take a good look at her, her hair was down, she was wearing some shorts and a t-shirt she had accidentally spilled bleach on so now it was a house shirt and no socks, she hated wearing socks. Pete knocked on the semi closed door to get her attention.

"Oh I didn't hear you come in"

"I figured, what are you doing here babe?"

"Regretting my decision on signing the contract for a second book"

She mumbled when Pete approached her and leaned down to press several kisses on her neck and cheeks. (Y/n) smiled and enjoyed the feeling of comfort he brought her before shaking her head and pulling away from him.

"I need to finish this chapter"

"What you need to do is eat, I'm pretty sure you skipped breakfast"

She knew he was right, that's why she didn't respond so she just kept on staring at her laptop screen, hoping that miraculously an idea will come to her head. She deeply appreciated his concern but she felt the pressure of her publicist that called everyday to ask about the book, today was one of the few days she chose to not pick up the phone. Pete once again was met with silence although that didn't stop him from placing his hands on her shoulders to give her a massage.

"Come on sunshine, you can take a break and clear your head"

"Pete I have to write thousands of pages in a short amount of time, it's not just fucking punchlines"

Pete's face made a sour expression at her jab. It did sting a little bit yet he tried to understand that she was just overwhelmed with the responsibility of delivering on time. He took a deep breath before patting her on the head and turning away from her.

"I'll be in the living room"

For some time she felt relieved that he left so she could refocus, however after a few moments when she started to see her reflection on the screen she started to realize what she had done which was awful. She felt so bad that she had to shut down the screen and close her laptop so she wouldn't look at herself, she spoke in such a disregarding manner that she felt disgusted. With tears already clouding her eyes she got up and found Pete watching TV, the take out in front of him and it didn't take long for her to notice that he had bought her favorite making her feel even worse. She stood in front of the TV and Pete looked in her eyes and smiled.

"I'm sorry"

Her voice breaks in the middle of the sentence. Pete's smiled dropped when he saw a year escaping and heard her whimpering voice, he immediately got up from the couch and went to hug her.

"Its okay sunshine"

"No it's not, I didn't mean it I swear"

"I know baby"

"I'm just so… stressed"

She said and let herself relax in his arms as she wrapped hers around his torso, feeling the warmth of his engulf her. His scent went to her nose making her feel safe in his arms as the tears stained his sweatshirt. Pete started rubbing her back to help her let out her emotions, he knew how emotional (y/n) was and he found it cute how she feels like cry no matter what the situation was, she had happy tears, angry tears, sad tears, she saw a dog tears, attending a wedding tears, he didn't mind it though on the contrary he liked that she was able to express her emotions with no fear.

"I understand baby, it did sting a bit though, you know how much I love my work"

"I know, I wasn't thinking when I said it which is wrong"

They had agreed that they wouldn't do the "it's ok" type of shit, they preferred to actually say when something either hurt them or bothered them so they can have clear boundaries with one another, it was one of the best decisions they could have ever made, it was one of the strongest foundations they had for their relationship. (Y/n) looked at him and Pete immediately went to wipe her tears, before pressing a kiss on her forehead.

"I'm sorry"

"I accept your apology. Are you feeling better now?"

"A little bit. Thank you for forgiving me and I will try to do my best to not repeat that behavior"

She responded, her voice now was more steady and clear. Setting boundaries between them and being clear about the behavior that is acceptable was something they had established early in the relationship, Pete was diagnosed with BPD and (y/n) had trauma from past experiences so they had agreed to see a couple's therapist in order for them to move on with their relationship in a healthy manner, so things like "it's ok" or "you know I didn't mean it that way" were unacceptable, taking accountability for their actions and having the humility to apologize was their key to success.

Pete's smile reappeared and now gave her a kiss on her lips, making (y/n) get a bit of a shiver down her spine. Their kisses always felt so strong, like energy passing through one to the other, it was such a magical experience to them.

"Are we good?"

"Yes, now take a seat and I'll microwave your food"

"Wow, Gordon Ramsey would be so proud of you"

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