#the way it just dissolves into quiet little giggles
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── 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 : monkey d. luffy
content: fem!reader. unprotected & rough sεx, semi-public(?), multiple orgasms, once again a lot of cum, spitting, mean dom luffy except he's not doing it intentionally, use of the word ‘cunny’ lmao + a lil manhandling, one mention of anal. note: crawled out of hell to get this done for me & @kingofthe-egirls + the rest of us luffy lovers<3!
— . ｡˚ ♡ luffy seems to like it a lot when your pussy talks to him.
one thing about luffy is that he likes you loud.
he likes you loud, and he’s demanding about it. demanding, greedy, and sometimes even a little mean. it's almost an unbelievable thing. imagine — your sweet boy, empty-headed and as dumb as a nut, mean.
you don’t think he even intends to do it, but sometimes when he’s got you flat on your tummy, back arching as he fits his dick in you and slides in all the way, the way he grabs your face and squeezes your cheeks together in his grip—telling you blankly, “louder. wanna hear ya.”—you can’t help but shiver a little.
and sometimes it’s not even your mouth that he wants to hear. it’s your cunt.
“shhh,” he cups a hand over your mouth, stifling your whines as he keeps up that dizzying pace of his. “ya don’t want the others wakin’ up, princess.”
the deck is empty and the others are all inside, and thankfully, the night is dark enough and the sea rough enough to let the two of you go about your little tryst without bothering the others.
but he's embarrassing you with the little quips and you want to complain, tell him that with how sharp the slap of skin against skin between your bodies is, there’s no fucking way the others are still asleep. but the next knock of his cock against your favourite spot has you going mindless, the words dissolving on your tongue like sugar, his bliss being the only thing that fills your head.
your pussy squelches with each thrust of his dick inside, wet and hot and messy, but luffy seems to think it’s not enough.
he straightens up for a bit, and you want to whine again because it’s nicer when he’s all pressed up and heavy against your body—but then the glob of his spit hits your ass, the sound of him gathering it in his mouth and spitting again, again and again covering the momentary quiet—and you deliriously wonder what the hell it is that he wants.
he’s already cum inside you, and he’s made you cum all over him twice over. it’s definitely wet enough.
but luffy spits once more before he’s satisfied, and with a little grunt he leans back over you, body hot and slick with sweat when he presses his chest to your back.
“y’re cute like this.” he comments, and it’s so silly how that’s what makes you blush. just a casual remark, when he’s literally balls-deep in you, on a bunch of messy, patchy sheets laid out on some corner of the ship. “really fuckin’ cute. do ya think i’m cute, baby?”
“mhm, i do.” you mumble, and he giggles as he grabs your hips and pulls you up into a position more comfortable for him and a little less comfortable for you—but you can’t care about that when he rolls his hips into you and has his cock pushing at the sensitive, bruised velvet of your walls all over again.
the new slick of his spit is enough to get your pussy to make an embarrassing amount of noise as he fucks you, and luffy is laughing again like he loves how it sounds.
“cunny likes how i’m makin’ her feel, eh?” he coos, voice high and giddy with sex-induced ecstasy, loving how your walls tighten up around him when he presses the pads of his thumbs into the flesh of your ass, rubbing circles into your skin as he stretches your asshole out for his viewing pleasure.
“how about here?” he wonders almost to himself. “mmm?”
“lu—captain, no,” you moan, unsure if you’ll be able to hold back, going all dumb with the pain and pleasure so it just turns luffy on even more, if he tries to fuck your ass tonight. “n—not this time.”
“hmmm?” luffy groans, voice cracking, and you know his eyes are squeezed shut, teeth clenched, hands groping you harder as he drives himself closer to his next high. “and what if—what if captain orders it, princess? will ya defy the captain’s orders?”
“luffy—” you try to warn, but he clamps his hand back over your mouth, cutting you off as he snaps his hips into you in an especially mean thrust—and he laughs when your reprimand fluidly changes into a breathless moan right in his palm. “shhh, baby—pussy’s talkin’ to me.”
his other hand winds past your waist, fingers climbing down your inner thighs, searching for your clit through the mess he’s made between them. “she says she wan’s more.” and when he finds your clit, pearly little thing throbbing in anticipation for his touch, the cry you let out says that you want more, too. god, he just makes you feel so good without even trying.
luffy is merciless—and he doesn’t even know it. he pushes past the folds of your pussy and takes your clit between two fingers and pinches, like that isn’t going to send you to a spiritual plane that feels like both heaven and hell. your body rocks against his, but his hand is still over your mouth and you can’t do anything else but cry into it, wordless and incoherent. “mmmm!”
and all he does in response is fucking laugh. he giggles again, playing with your clit like it's a fidget toy, the pace of his cock in your cunt getting faster and faster as he tightens you up and feels your body quiver underneath him, like a wire about to snap, the perfect thing to empty his load into. “louder, princess. y’r cunt talks better than y’r mouth—ah!”
he cums without warning.
hot, thick and messy into you, catching even himself off guard. it was probably the way your cunt squeezed him, the relentless toying of his fingers at your clit forcing an orgasm out of you, a pulsing, continuous wave that makes you shudder and cuts luffy off and makes him choke up over you.
you feel it fill you up and drip out, trailing down your thighs, and you feel luffy’s hot gasps at the back of your neck as he finally stops, wrapping his arms around your waist and falling on top of you like a dead weight. it would feel uncomfortable if you weren’t all tingly and numb.
there is a moment of silence, of shared breaths and body heat, before luffy giggles. “was that good, princess?”
“yeah. i—” your mumble is cut off by another “shhh!” that makes you curl up in his arms, afraid somebody was out and about to catch you both.
but then, you feel luffy’s grin against your own cheek. “quiet, ‘m talking to the cunny, not you.”
“monkey d. luffy. get your ass off me, right now.”
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your patience is wearing thin. normally, osamu is the calmer of the two boys. but tonight is a completely different story.
“easy there fella,” atsumu’s got his arm wrapped around his brothers waist, the other holding osamu’s arm around his shoulder as he walks him out of the bar. osamu gives you a sleepy smirk and a wave, which you return.
“and nobody else was available?” you gripe, voice a little hushed as if osamu would hear.
“i tried, i promise. i hate to do this to ya,” atsumu grunts as he slides his brother into the passenger seat, buckling him in despite osamu’s efforts to make it as hard as possible. “i owe ya one.”
the first part of the drive to osamu’s place is quiet, besides the occasional yawn or sigh. it only took a few minutes for osamu to start talking.
and boy, is osamu a chatty drunk. he always has been, and you’ve known him for years. he can and will talk about anything and everything under the sun, with absolutely anyone.
“thanks fer pickin’ me up, m’pretty,” osamu’s accent is thicker after a couple drinks, and he’s had a few tonight.
he’s also a very flirty drunk.
“don’t mention it ‘samu,” you sigh, focusing on the road. you’re almost to his place, but that doesn’t stop osamu.
“so what’re we doin’ tonight?” he rubs his eyes. you hold back a laugh, but not very well.
“you are going to shower, brush your teeth, and go to bed,” you giggle only slightly. “and i am going to make sure you get home safe and sound.
osamu boos.
“ya sound like ma,” he groans, head back against the seat. he gives you a thumbs down for good measure as he looks out the window.
“oh look! we made it,” you pull into his driveway slowly, hoping he stays in the car before you can help him get out without injuring himself.
“hey! that tickles,” he squirms as you try to unbuckle the seatbelt. as soon as you undo it, you help him out of the car and to the front door. osamu fumbles with his pockets for a moment before stuffing the keys in your hand.
“d’ya want somethin’ to eat?” osamu stumbles into the kitchen, slipping off his shoes near the fridge and throwing his jacket haphazardly off to the side. you pick it up quickly, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him towards his bedroom.
“another time maybe, let’s get you into the shower first, okay?”
he shakes his head.
“i can shower later,” his voice is whinier than normal. if he wasn’t being so defiant, you’d almost think he was cute like this. voice whiny and cheeks pink, hair a little messy. the warm feelings dissolve when you see him grabbing ingredients out of the fridge.
“osamu, i don’t think cooking is good idea right no-“
“but-“
you sigh, grabbing the things he took out just to put them back in. you pat his back and nod towards his bedroom.
“seriously, osamu. it’s late, let’s get you to bed. please?”
he groans, but follows anyway. you grab his bicep when he starts to get distracted along the way, and he giggles. when you quirk your brow at him, stops walking.
“ya just wanted to grab my muscles, huh?” he smirks at your flustered expression. “don’ worry, i won’t tell tsum, or anyone,” he smirks to himself before leaning rather close to your lips. “it’ll be our secret.”
you gasp and pull back a little to calm your beating heart. truth be told, you’ve had feelings for the guy for a while now. but for the sake of your friendship, you’ve kept this to yourself, too scared to ruin the dynamic.
“alright, you go and take a shower and i-“
you cut yourself off when osamu pulls off his shirt, as if you weren’t standing right in front of him. your eyes to straight to his strong chest, flushed slightly from the alcohol, before trailing down to his toned stomach. as soon as you reach the trail of hair below his belly button, osamu’s hands begin to push his pants down.
“w-wait! how about you do that when you get into the bathroom?” you push him towards his bathroom, holding a new set of clothes in one hand while your other hand pushes on his back.
“stay here,” he whines as you grab him a towel. you shake your head.
“i’ll be right outside, okay? you just take your time,” you give him a small smile and he finally agrees, turning on the shower. he sings to himself as the water warms up, completely unaware of your presence. the longer you’re in there the more you stare, and unfortunately osamu catches on.
“do ya think i’m handsome?” he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows. you cover your gasp with a scoff, rolling your eyes and pulling his door shut.
“take a shower, osamu.”
the next few minutes you catch your breath, grabbing a glass of water and a few advil for osamu to take, as well as shooting atsumu a text to let him know he’s home safe.
“my teeth are brushed, are ya happy?” osamu shuffles out of the bathroom slowly, clearly very tired.
“very,” you pat his bed. “now just take this, and get into bed,” he climbs into his bed with a comfortable sigh, takes the pills and begins to get cozy. osamu has a look of bliss and exhaustion on his face as he pulls his covers up over his chest.
“are ya leavin?” he pouts when you turn off the light.
“i was going to,” he shakes his head and gives you yet another thumbs down.
“just stay for a bit, please?” he whines, voice beginning to get raspy and sleepy. you sigh, finally giving in.
“okay, just for a little bit,” you lay on top of his bed while he flips over to face you. a few minutes pass by, and his breathing becomes deeper and steadier. you’re sure he’s asleep now, but suddenly he speaks.
“do ya like me?” he whispers, voice almost unsure. you don’t say anything for a few seconds, but he beats you to it. “atsumu told me ya do.”
your stomach sinks, and your mind spins for a moment.
“let’s talk about this another time okay? maybe when you aren’t drunk?”
osamu nods, getting comfortable once more.
“but do ya?” he whispers again, voice much sleepier. “i promised i wouldn’t tell ya that he told me,”
“go to sleep osamu, let’s talk about this in the morning.”
he huffs and flips on his back. only a few minutes later, and he’s asleep.
the butterflies in your stomach are going crazy as you lock up his apartment and head towards the parking lot.
osamu never lies. that’s what you tell yourself the whole ride home, and you hope that as soon as he wakes up tomorrow he gives you a call, remembering everything.
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Gravity Wins
Pairing: Robert Capa x Reader
Word Count: 5.2k
Summary: The walls around here are too thin, and Capa can't seem to mind his own business.
Warnings: Smut, changes to several minor aspects of canon, alcohol/drinking (not related to the smut), mentions of vibrators, sexual frustration, masturbation (f), slight voyeurism, teasing, biting, quiet sex, and my obvious fixation on Capa's arms
A/N: In the words of Jayne Cobb... I'll be in my bunk. This was the winner of my "Bad Summary WIPs" poll. I had originally intended for "Gravity Wins" to be a working title that I would change later, but uh, it did win, so I'm keeping it lol. Happy Capa Month! 🥰
***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***
Life aboard Icarus II had its charms. The views were unlike anything else; the oxygen garden was truly breathtaking; and the ship itself was pleasantly quaint, in a close-knit kind of way. Most of the time, at least. Sometimes, that same pleasant quaintness had a habit of dissolving into claustrophobia; the tight quarters and lack of privacy suddenly surrounding you on all sides.
That’s why it was important to find small moments of joy where you could, to pass the time. And that’s why you were currently in the canteen, with Cassie and Corazon squeezed in on either side of you, passing around a bottle of contraband vodka.
It was cheap stuff; strawberry flavored. Not necessarily what you would have picked to drink, but beggars couldn’t be choosers and Cassie - god love her - had always had terrible taste in booze. Still, it got the job done. And getting to spend a night gossiping and getting a little tipsy every once in a while was just enough to break up the daily routine and keep the three of you from going mad.
Only three months into the mission, and your one bottle was already two-thirds empty. It was going to be a long flight.
“Y’know what I miss?” Cassie sighed, shoulders loose as she passed the bottle over to you. “Pizza.”
You took a swig - the cheap, artificial taste of fruit mixing terribly with the burn of alcohol - and passed the bottle on. Corazon slouched forward on the table.
“Don’t talk about food, Cassie. Please,” she whined.
It wasn’t as if you were starving, but the bare-bones, monotonous rotation of meals you all ate while onboard the ship left a lot to be desired. You could feel your mouth watering just at the thought of something besides the same old efficient, nutritionally-dense meals you’d been eating for weeks now.
“I miss ice cream,” you jumped in.
Corazon groaned and took a sip of the vodka, rubbing her head.
“Enough already,” she begged.
“Fine then, Cora - what do you miss?” asked Cassie, reaching across your little circle to take the bottle back. She tipped it against her lips, taking a quick sip.
“My vibrator,” answered the biologist.
You and Cassie burst into laughter; high-pitched giggles bouncing off the walls of the cramped space.
“I’m serious,” laughed Cora, nudging your shoulder.
“Oh, I believe you - I miss mine, too,” Cassie admitted.
You hummed in agreement. It was a long journey, and until you’d stepped foot on the ship, you really hadn’t anticipated all the small comforts of home you would miss. If getting off could be considered a comfort.
“Here’s the real question though,” said Cassie, pointing the bottle at each of you in turn. “Would you fuck any of the guys?”
“On the ship?” you asked.
“You see any other guys around?” Cassie laughed.
You joined her, feeling the hot flush of alcohol rise on your cheeks.
“What about Mace?” Cora offered.
“Too angry.” Cassie scrunched her nose.
“Sure, he’s hot-headed - but with guys, sometimes that means he’s a good fuck.”
Another round of laughter echoed after Corazon’s remark.
“Harvey?” you suggested, narrowing your eyes. Watching to see if either of the other women’s faces betrayed a genuine reaction.
“Kind of stuck-up,” Cora commented.
The group agreed, and lapsed into silence. The bottle made another round, and you felt yourself starting to tip past the point of a slight buzz.
“How ‘bout Capa?” Cassie asked.
“Maybe if he wasn’t such a dick,” Cora scoffed.
You snorted, then scrambled to control your expression.
“I think he’s kinda hot,” Cassie ventured.
A chorus of oooohs made their way around the table; Cassie waving them off.
“But I wouldn’t sleep with him,” she insisted. “Seems like the kind of guy to make himself come and then roll over.”
Corazon laughed sharply and then turned to face you.
“What about you, huh?” she asked, voice lowering. “Would you let Capa teach you all about physics and where he can stick ‘em?”
Before you had a chance to tease Cora about being so buzzed that she couldn’t even come up with a half-sensical sex joke about physics, the party was broken up by the arrival of a fourth person. Speak of the devil himself.
Capa glanced over at the three of you as he walked in, pausing to quietly open a cupboard and pull something out. Cora ignored him. Cassie took a swig of the vodka. And you quickly averted your eyes, looking down at your lap as your face burned.
“What are you all giggling about?” Capa droned.
“Nothing,” Cora snapped, a little harsher than was necessary.
Capa’s eyes narrowed, landing on the vodka. There was a moment of rigid silence.
“You know there’d be trouble if the captain found out about that,” he commented.
It wasn’t exactly a threat, but it wasn’t exactly a harmless observation either. Cassie stood up and slouched over to him, pressing the bottle against his chest. You were watching out of the corner of your eye, still too embarrassed to meet anyone’s gaze.
“But you wouldn’t tell on us - right, Capa?” Cassie asked sweetly.
She was a little too drunk for her own good, and you felt a quick bolt of tension in your stomach. Capa gave each of you a questioning look, impossible to tell what he was thinking as he backed off and walked out the way he’d come in.
“Just keep it down in here,” he muttered.
Once he was out of earshot, Cassie sat down, and the three of you shared a shy laugh of relief. Corazon instantly broke the tension.
“See? What’d I say? He’s a dick.”
The next morning, you woke up groggier than you should have. After Capa’s interruption, the vodka bottle was quickly put away, hidden in Cassie’s bunk for another night. You hadn’t really had too much to drink, but the minor shame of getting caught mixed with the shitty vodka was enough to make you feel thrown off.
You shuffled out of bed, slipping into a pair of sandals after pulling on your pants. You shrugged into a shirt and ran a tired hand over your face.
On your way to the bathroom, Harvey stopped you. You only had the energy to listen to about half of what he was saying, still feeling grumpy and with a sour taste in your mouth. He was talking to you about some report; asking why it hadn’t been submitted in triplicate. You clenched your jaw, really not having the patience to deal with him right now.
You promised Harvey you’d re-file your report, and walked away before he could rope you into any more conversation. Cora’s assessment of him was accurate, you thought. Stuck-up.
As you walked, your thoughts wandered back to how the night had ended. Or, more accurately, to what had happened just before you’d been interrupted by the very topic of your conversation. Capa. You had been about to open your mouth to answer Cora’s question about him… or, not answer. You had actually been planning to make a joke and shift the attention away from yourself, specifically so that you wouldn’t have to give a straight yes or no. Because, of course, you didn’t want either of the other girls to know-
“Hey, wait up!”
A voice behind you caused you to jump. You turned to see Cassie, already catching up behind you, oddly chipper considering that she’d been the one drinking more of the vodka than anybody last night.
“Hey, Cas.”
She fell into step beside you, easily keeping up with your sluggish pace. You tried to straighten up and match her energy, but it was hard to when all you wanted to do was crawl back in bed.
“Harvey just stopped me in the hallway,” Cassie told you. “Said something about getting you to file a report? I just wanted to warn you; he seemed pissed.”
Great - now Harvey was sending your friends after you.
“Yeah, we already talked about it,” you muttered.
“You okay?” Cassie asked. “You look miserable.”
You felt miserable. And not just because of last night. For the past few weeks, you’d felt off. Moody. Unfocused. You'd been trying to push through it, but you felt yourself losing ground, and you were frustrated.
It was partly to be expected - at least according to Searle, the ship’s de facto therapist, who you had talked to about your problems a few days ago. Space travel was taxing on the body, and sometimes doubly so on the mind. You felt cooped up, and getting mildly drunk with Cassie and Corazon only provided a temporary distraction.
“Cabin fever?” Cassie guessed.
“Something like that,” you agreed.
Cassie sighed. “Cora was right. We all really need to get laid.”
“Cassie!”
You hissed her name, spinning around to check that no one was behind you eavesdropping. The last thing you needed was a repeat of last night.
“Relax - I’m not saying I’ll fuck you, so don’t get all excited,” Cassie joked. “But she is right. It gets to you, after a while.”
It certainly did, and you could attest to that fact. Last night it had seemed almost funny; giggling with your friends over missing your vibrators. But the truth was, three long months into your journey, you were already starting to go stir crazy from a life of near-celibacy.
“Maybe you just need to blow off some steam.” Cassie prodded, not letting up.
“Cas, no offense, but can we not discuss my sex life until I've been awake for at least twenty minutes?”
“What sex life?” Cassie laughed, a little too loudly, and you hurried to shush her again. “I'll shut up,” she promised, continuing on, “but all I'm saying is you look like you could use it.”
With one more conspiratorial giggle, she left, walking ahead of you down the bright hallway. You groaned inwardly, knowing she was right but also that there was nothing you could do about it.
You went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on your face.
The day seemed to drag on worse than it ever had. You tried to remind yourself to be grateful; that you were lucky enough to have been selected as a member of the small crew in the first place, and that your mission was important to the fate of mankind. But it all felt so trivial when you couldn't focus on anything other than the building feeling of dissatisfaction that ached between your legs.
Talking about Capa last night really hadn't helped things. He was all you could think about as you tried in vain to get your work done. Twice, you caught yourself making mistakes in your calculations as your mind started to drift elsewhere.
What gave him the right to walk around in those tank tops, showing off his perfect arms and chiseled shoulders - that's what you wanted to know. And why did he even have such sexy arms to begin with? He was a physicist, for god's sake. He sat in his lab all day doing nothing that should have given him such infuriatingly noticeable forearm definition.
Capa had a habit of putting his hands on his hips or in his pockets while he talked, and of running his fingers over his lips when he was thinking. Somehow, everything he did seemed to make a couple of thin veins poke just below his skin, as if to tease you into thinking what he'd look like holding you up against a wall. These were all little things you had noticed - found it impossible not to, actually - and they drove you crazy. Being cooped up was one thing, but being cooped up with Robert Capa was a whole other problem.
Cora was right, though. He was unapproachable at best and actively self-isolating at worst. Capa was the pariah of the crew, and whether or not he intended to be, acting that way made him come across as kind of rude. But to you, that only added to the appeal. The idea of getting with a guy who was so aloof made your fantasies run wild.
That night, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You slipped into your small room, dimmed the lights to thirty percent power, and shrugged out of your shirt and pants.
This was nothing you hadn't done before; it wasn't exactly groundbreaking stuff to masturbate when you were horny. For weeks now, though, it hadn’t really been enough to scratch the itch that seemed to grab hold of you whenever you were around Capa. But it dulled the ache, and for now that was the best you could hope for.
Your bed was more of a bunk, recessed partially into the wall. You laid down on the springy mattress and sighed as your fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your underwear. You were still in your panties and bra, feeling self conscious about stripping all the way down even though you were alone in your room.
It felt like everybody was living right on top of each other, although luckily your dorm was at the very end of a row, so you only had a neighbor on one side. Unfortunately, that one neighbor just so happened to be Capa.
Knowing that he was so physically close only added to your frustration as your fingers swept over your clit. But still, it wasn’t like you had a choice about Capa being in the room next to you, and you certainly didn't have anywhere else to do this. Your fingers trailed lower, over your core, and you gasped.
You were already wet. Of course you were; after doing nothing but daydreaming about Capa for practically the entire day, how could you not be? You pictured his face from last night; how he had briefly looked at each one of you as you’d sat around the table with your two friends. The rush that it sent through your veins was electric. Your cheeks felt hot as you imagined him, his eyes holding slight disappointment while he looked at you.
You weren't sure why that turned you on, but it did. You wanted him to look at you with that soft little frown; his blue eyes piercing through you as if they could see every dirty fantasy that played out behind your own eyelids.
You sped up, using your fingers to collect some of the wetness that eagerly pooled between your legs, and then bringing them back up to rub at your clit. Slow circles at first, and then desperate with more pressure. Your mattress squeaked, and you hissed, bringing the hand that wasn't touching yourself down to grab at the cotton sheets.
“Fuck,” you whimpered, careful to stay as quiet as you could.
The only sound in the room aside from your moans was the wet noise that greeted you as you stuck two fingers into yourself, not bothering to warm up with just one. You needed this. You needed more, but this was the best you were getting. You curled your fingers, arching your back and daring to let a whisper of his name cross your lips.
A few seconds later, you were stopped by a knock at your door.
You barely had time to pull your fingers out, scrambling to sit up and cover yourself with a blanket as your door slid open. There were no locks, which usually wasn't a problem, except of course at times like this when it really reminded you that you had absolutely no privacy.
You were expecting Cassie - she had a habit of barging in, instead of waiting for you to answer her knock. But instead, you were greeted again by the very face you had been picturing only seconds ago.
“Capa?”
Your voice felt strangely small in the cramped space. Capa stepped through the door, letting it hiss closed behind him. His face was expressionless, except for the barest hint of that pout that drove you so crazy.
He didn’t answer right away, but took a step closer and leaned up against the wall that separated his room from yours. Then, his lips curled into a smile.
“You really don’t realize how thin these walls are, do you?”
The implication of his words crept up on you, until finally your face was frozen in a look of sheer horror.
“How much did you hear?” you asked, voice just barely above a whisper.
“Enough.” Capa shifted his weight, pushing himself off of the wall to stand up. “Enough to figure out the answer to that question Corazon asked you last night.”
“You heard that, too?” you groaned.
Capa walked over and sat down on the edge of your bed. Not touching you yet or getting too close, but hovering just out of reach in a way that made your skin tingle and your heart do flips. You had no clue if he was torturing you or inviting you to make the next move.
“D’you always think about me when you touch yourself?” Capa asked, bringing the volume of his voice down to match yours.
He sounded so sexy like that. He must have known what he was doing to you; his eyes were practically glowing with mirth and his lips were still curled into that smile. You shifted uncomfortably.
“I’d… rather not answer that,” you choked out.
Capa’s eyes darkened. No answer was as much of an affirmation as admitting it.
“You should have just asked for my help,” Capa teased. “You obviously need something. And it’s not like I’m twiddling my thumbs over there. Cumming into my own hand got old weeks ago.”
Your whole face burned hot with embarrassment at what he was admitting. And yet, at the same time, you shivered. The blanket you’d haphazardly thrown over yourself only covered your waist, and your bare shoulders were suddenly prickled with goosebumps.
Finally, Capa reached out and put a warm hand on your shoulder, then dragged it down the side of your arm, taking your bra strap with it.
“Want me to touch you?” he asked.
His voice was low, and you could feel yourself getting pulled down with it. You knew that it would be stupid to do this; sleeping with Capa could only open a Pandora’s box. If it was good, you wouldn’t be able to get off on your own fingers for the rest of your time on the ship. If it was bad, you still had years to spend cramped up together. Your room right next to his in the already-tight quarters. It wasn’t as if you’d be able to avoid him after an awkward hook-up.
Suddenly, though, you realized that you were thinking way too much.
“Yes,” you whispered.
Capa’s hand trailed farther down your arm; grabbed your wrist. You bit your cheek, wary of making any more noises after his earlier comment. All the crew’s quarters were laid out close together; if you were too loud, the whole ship would hear.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” Capa hummed, bringing you close as he leaned in, his lips practically brushing against yours. That seemed like a good enough place to start as any.
“K-kiss me - please,” you whimpered.
Capa’s lips found yours, and the rush that surged through you was almost overwhelming. It had been months since you’d kissed anyone, and the press of his slightly chapped lips against yours was doing more to you than it should have.
Your mouth opened, and his tongue instantly pushed in. He was moving slow, but with a hunger that sent your mind racing with thoughts of what he could do to you if you asked. You felt Capa’s breath against your face; heard the low moan that vibrated through both of you as it came from the depths of his chest.
“What else?” Capa urged, pulling away. “We both know that’s not all you want.”
You could hardly think straight, much less put together a sentence. Instead, you guided his hand to your chest, and felt as his fingers squeezed. As he did, he leaned back in for another kiss.
You had put Capa’s hand over your bra, but he quickly slipped it under the fabric to rake over your bare skin. His fingers pressed into you, kneading at delicate flesh. You moaned, opening your mouth against his kiss again, and he bit hungrily at your lips.
“So soft,” he murmured, flicking a thumb over your nipple. “But that’s not where you really want me to touch…”
His voice was airy, even as he gripped at you with an intensity that almost hurt. He lowered his rough hand from your breast, and pushed past the blanket still draped over your legs. Teasing at the hem of your panties for only a second, he deepened the kiss as his fingers pushed lower and lower. Finally, he reached the wetness that was still pooling between your legs.
“You’re fucking soaked,” he groaned. You felt your cheeks heat up again. “You really want it that badly?”
“Fuck, Capa,” you whined.
“Want me to touch you like this?” he teased, voice still husky as he pressed one finger into you.
He had barely pushed in the pad of his fingertip, and you were already sinking into the mattress, unable to hold yourself up. Capa added a second finger, then repositioned himself, squeezing into the too-small bed with you to hover over your frame as his fingers roamed deeper.
“Yes - just like that,” you begged. “Don't stop.”
Capa curled his fingers inside you, and you opened your mouth in a silent gasp. Your eyes had squeezed shut, and when you opened them again, you saw him looking pleased with himself, gazing down at you as you lost your mind over his touch.
“Bet you've thought about me doing this,” he whispered. “Isn't that right?”
“Yes-” Your voice hitched. “Yes- ah- thought about- cumming on your fingers.”
Capa smirked and brought his lips to your ear.
“You're not gonna cum on my fingers.”
He pulled them out of you, and you groaned at the loss. You felt his stubble scrape your cheek as he got up off of you, and you watched, half in a trance, as he took off his boxers. You hadn't even noticed until now, but he was just in his underwear and a t-shirt. He pulled the shirt off, too, and then went about removing the last of your clothes.
You suddenly had the urge to cover yourself; like you now had too much on display even though Capa had already been watching your face twist in pleasure while he was knuckle-deep in you. You brought your arms up to cover your chest, but Capa gently brushed them away.
“Don't be shy; it's nothing I haven't already imagined,” he winked.
Again, the implications had you almost slack-jawed. You had no idea if it was true or if he was just teasing you, but you really didn't care.
“Let me show you what I've thought about,” Capa went on.
He took your hand and brought it to his hard cock, wrapping your fingers around it. He sighed a little as you touched him, softly, and the sound sent another shiver down your spine.
“C’mon - wanna feel you,” Capa said, his eyes half-hooded. “Use your hand. Squeeze me.”
Your heart fluttered as you followed his instructions; tightening your grip on his shaft until he was groaning above you. You gave him a few tentative pumps.
“So good,” Capa groaned.
The dull ache had returned between your legs; you were still missing the touch of his fingers. Even though you were happy to touch him as well, you needed the friction. You started to squirm, rubbing your legs together.
“Impatient,” Capa laughed. “Don't worry - m’not gonna tease you too much longer.”
His mouth dipped to your neck, pressing a kiss along your collarbone. Your hand flexed, and Capa groaned deeply again. The sound was enough to send you reeling; you thought you might come from his voice alone if he didn't hurry up.
“Stop teasing,” you begged. Breathless, and fully aware of just how desperate you sounded.
“I guess we've both waited long enough, huh?” Capa chuckled.
Your hand relaxed, and Capa’s came up to guide himself, hovering right at the space where you wanted him, but not pushing in just yet.
“Be quiet now,” Capa reminded you, and he kissed you as he started to press in. “Wouldn’t want anybody to hear you.”
You would have cried out, not caring who heard you or how loud you were, had Capa's lips not been pressed roughly against yours, swallowing your muffled moan as he bottomed out. He pulled back to watch you, panting like a dog beneath him, and smirked again.
“Fuck, this is so much better than my hand,” he said, breathing a little heavy himself. “M’not gonna last long.”
The idea sent your head spinning all over again, and your legs squeezed his hips a little tighter. The thought of Capa, coming too quick as he buried himself inside you, turned you on so much that you moaned out loud, and Capa quickly slapped a hand over your mouth. His palm was rougher than you'd imagined it.
“Told you to be quiet,” he warned.
When he started to move, you were grateful for the hand covering your lips, because without it you certainly would have woken the whole crew. As it was, Capa had to press his palm a little harder to muffle the moans that escaped. You were shameless; couldn't think about anything but the way his cock was stretching you out and spearing into you. It was more than enough to make you forget where you were.
“Not that I don't normally love hearing you get off,” Capa whispered, “but if you keep doing that, we're gonna get caught.”
Had he heard you the other times you'd touched yourself? You thought of him, silently palming his cock in the next room over, listening to your soft moans and breathy sighs as you tried - and failed - to stay quiet.
Capa, unlike you, still had control of his voice; never letting it rise above a whisper. You wished you could hear him - how you were really making him feel. You bet he would make the prettiest noises if he'd let himself.
“Gonna be good?” Capa asked as he sped up.
You nodded, and he removed his hand. Instantly, the way his cock hit a spot deep inside of you made you hiss with pleasure, teeth clenched as you fought to stay quiet.
“Fuck, Capa - driving me crazy,” you breathed.
“I know,” he agreed. “Feels good, doesn't it?”
“Mm-hmm…”
“If you can stay quiet, then you can cum on my cock.”
The way it felt like he was giving you permission sent another wave of heat through your whole body. You wanted to come for him. The feeling that had been steadily building now felt like it was nearly about to flow out of you; you could so easily let yourself fall over into oblivion.
“Can’t stay quiet,” you whined. “God, you feel so- ah!”
You gasped as Capa’s cock twitched inside of you, his hips continuing to swirl against yours. He was almost there, too; you could feel it. And the realization only pushed you closer.
“Shit,” Capa swore.
He was clearly at odds with himself, over whether to cover your mouth again so that the two of you wouldn’t get caught, or give in and let you scream for him. His hips faltered, and you moaned again. He was running out of time to make a decision.
“Bite down on my shoulder,” he said, finally. “Fuck - I’m gonna come.”
He didn’t have to tell you twice. You had thought very often about what it would be like to sink your teeth into his skin. Seeing even an inch of it peeking out from behind the collar of his shirt or on display in one of those fucking tank tops was enough to drive you crazy. You bit down, just in time as you finally let yourself give in to the building pressure.
As you bit him, Capa swore again, and scrambled to pull out of you, as best he could with your bodies still pressed together. He was coming, white ropes painting your stomach as you came down from your own high.
You wished you had gotten to squeeze him more. The idea of him emptying into you as you milked his cock was almost too good to imagine. As your senses returned, you realized that Capa was speaking to you.
“So… Did you enjoy me teaching you about physics?” He was panting, but there was still light in his voice as he teased you, echoing Cora’s words from last night.
“Stooop,” you protested.
“If you didn’t, we don’t have to do this again,” Capa teased.
“Noo,” you mewled, voice still weak from your orgasm. “Can’t go back to fucking my fingers now…”
“Yeah,” Capa agreed, bringing his lips down for another rough kiss. “Me neither.”
The next night, Cassie proposed taking out the vodka again, and the three of you met in the canteen, as usual. Prepared for another late night of gossiping.
“You seem brighter today,” Cassie noticed, facing you.
“Yeah,” you replied. “I’m feeling a little better.”
You left it at that. You weren’t sure how long you and Capa could keep your new arrangement a secret, but you also weren’t rushing to tell the girls. The bottle of vodka made its first round, and the three of you started to speculate about which member of your small crew was most likely using up all the hot water. You’d all been taking freezing cold showers for weeks.
Only a few minutes passed before Capa came sauntering into the room again. Just like last time, he glanced at your group before reaching up to get something out of a cabinet.
“You three never learn, do you?” he commented.
You felt your cheeks start to heat up again. His eyes focused on you, briefly, and then moved on to something else. Cassie puffed up, straightening in her seat as she faced him.
“Go away, Capa,” she huffed. “This is a private conversation.”
Capa came over to lean on the table, glaring down at your small group.
“Oh yeah, I’m so interested in your riveting conversations about how I get off and roll over.”
Cassie’s face turned red. Corazon glared at him. And you felt your soul fully exit your body.
“You were eavesdropping on us?” Cassie shrieked.
“No - you just weren’t being quiet,” Capa corrected.
“The walls here are too damn thin,” Cora muttered.
Capa had a small smile as he straightened up and walked off, pausing just before he exited the room. He turned around, staring blankly at Cassie as he spoke.
“I’m not upset or anything,” he said. “And besides, your friend over there knows it’s not true, so…”
He left, taking with him all the air in the room. Cassie and Cora stared at each other, eyes wide in disbelief, and then pointed their gaze at you.
“You fucked Capa?!” Cassie shouted.
“Cassie, hush,” Cora snapped. She leaned in. “But seriously, we need all the details. Spill.”
You buried your face in your hands, trying in vain to hide your embarrassment. Your two friends badgered you relentlessly, begging for the whole story behind how it happened.
Somewhere else in the ship, Capa smirked.
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i love the red hair ties!
pairings: choso x reader
summary: you beg your boyfriend to let you tie his hair like the small ninja you’ve deemed looks like him.
“choso, please?” you whined for the umpteenth time, head resting against his broad shoulders as his fingers danced across your thighs. his expression remained stoic, gaze focused on your phone situated in his large hands.
“no.” choso replied nonchalantly, his eyebrows furrowing a little as his eyes found yours.
for the past half an hour, you’d been pestering him about a ninja (one that you apparently thought looked like him) and would not stop asking him if you could tie his hair up. . . with two ‘attract attention’ red hair ties. choso was baffled, not that you could tell by his unchanging expression, but definitely by the way his eyes hadn’t looked away from the phone screen.
he picked up your phone and showed it to you with a raised eyebrow, “this ninja does not look like me.”
“garu.” you’d corrected, lifting your head from his shoulder to shuffle yourself onto his lap. choso welcomed your warmth almost immediately, placing both his hands on your hips instinctively, “. . . and yes, he does.”
“please just. . . please let me do this?” you whispered softly, looking up at him with those eyes he loved staring into. a sigh fell from his lips, leaning his head back against the headboard of the bed as he rubbed circles into your hips using his thumbs.
“if i say yes, will you be happy?” choso asked.
you smiled and pressed an innocent kiss to his jaw, “very.”
a grunt came from his throat as he nudged his head closer to you, allowing you to tie his hair up however you wanted. he always ended up saying yes to you, whether or not he said it verbally. his resolve always dissolved into nothing when it came to you. he loved you, too much for his own good. could loving someone as much as he loved you be bad? not that he cared if it was.
your fingers brushed through his hair gently before separating the strands to tie up one side of his hair with the hair tie that you had around your wrist, soon following with the other side.
“how cute!” you bubbled, leaning back to see what you had done.
he raised his eyebrows, blinking a few times as if you had gone mad, “i look the same with my usual hair ties?”
choso always had his hair tied up in two short ponytails, so how could you possibly think he looked cute with red hair ties instead of his plain black ones?
“you look cuter with the red ones.” you said with a lopsided grin, kissing his face (which is undoubtedly turning red) all over.
he let out a quiet sigh and his expression softened, melting into your warm loving touches. the way your hands felt against his skin made his heart beat alarmingly fast, not to mention the way desire burns in his stomach at the thought of waking up to you day after day.
you held your phone up beside choso’s face, soft giggles escaping your lips before tapping on your camera app and moving it in front of him. he blinked a few times, this time out of realisation.
“i guess i do look. . . a little bit like him.”
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Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!Reader
Word Count: 1004
Warnings: cursing, fingering, couch sex, unprotected which you should NOT do guys ^^
Genre: smut, fluff, rated M for mature, established relationship au
Summary: You're watching a show in peace, but when Wooyoung comes home from work, he has a proposition...
The way this took me 5 months to write 👁️👄👁️
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“Baby baby baby,” Wooyoung vocalises as he walks through the door. He’s in a good mood today. “Have you eaten?”
You smile up at him from where you’re lazily stretched out on the couch, reaching your arms out to ask for a greeting hug and kiss silently. “I had some ramen. How was dinner with the boys?”
Wooyoung hums, setting his bag down and coming over to let you pull him into your arms. You grunt a little at the weight settling over your body but you don’t mind. It’s almost therapeutic. “Fine as usual, we just ate at the company today. Jjampong and jjajangmyeon. Missed you, though,” he says before kissing you gently. Your arms wrap around his broad shoulders as you smile at the feeling of his lips on yours.
“Whatchu watching?” He murmurs into your mouth and you giggle a little at both the feeling and his stubbornness to ask you about your day every time he comes home, even when either of you have something else on your minds, and today is no different.
You pull him closer, cupping his face with your hands and stroking the soft skin of his face with your thumbs. “Mmh, some detective show I used to watch with my mom. I’ve seen all the seasons before though.”
Wooyoung doesn’t speak for a few more minutes, instead opting to kiss you again and again. You’ve half a mind to stop watching your show and initiate something else when he finally speaks. “...Can I propose something?” Wooyoung hesitates and you raise an eyebrow at the sight of him being shy and nod. “Could you maybe, possibly, pretend to watch the show while I fuck you on the couch?”
He’s so quiet that you almost don’t hear his suggestion. “Mmh, yeah, Woo. I can do that for you,” you reassure him as you card your fingers through his thick hair and he sighs at the feeling.
“Okay! Can you scoot over a bit for me?” You can’t help but laugh a little at how quickly he becomes excited as soon as you agree. You press a kiss to the crown of his head before moving over and letting him shuffle behind you and plant his face in the crook of your neck.
You refocus your attention on the TV, although you’re not really paying attention to the chase sequence as Wooyoung peppers light kisses all over the back of your neck. Your breath hitches in your throat as his hands slip into your underwear but you manage to keep your body relaxed. You can feel the hardness growing in his pants as he groans softly at the fact that you only had one of his oversized shirts on as well as just underwear.
As his fingers find your clit, your thighs tense but you firmly keep your eyes on the show. With Wooyoung’s affinity for excessive PDA, you’ve gotten used to keeping a straight face even though you so badly want to turn around and kiss him senseless. Even though his fingers are deftly bringing you closer to your orgasm, you keep yourself focused.
One of his hands slides up your shirt, cupping your breast and playing with your nipple as his other fingers slide inside of you. You groan slightly and Wooyoung laughs, nipping at the sensitive skin at your neck.
"Fuck, you smell so good," he mumbles and you can't help but chuckle a little at that, but it quickly dissolves into a moan as Wooyoung bites at your ear in retaliation.
His fingers curl around your soaked-through underwear and gently tugs them down, lifting your hips to help him a bit. You hold your breath in anticipation as you feel and gear him shuffle around before finally sinking the tip of his cock into you slowly.
It takes all your willpower to not react, but you can tell how it affects Wooyoung, his breathing growing heavy as he finally bottoms out. He's not thick, but the length makes up for it plus a little bit more, able to reach the deepest spot inside of you with ease. The curve of his cock also hits your g-spot almost perfectly every time. He starts to thrust slowly, shallowly, but the movement feels like it melts your insides anyway. But the way the sounds that are overcoming the TV is what turns you on the most, surprisingly to even you. You can feel your pussy grow wetter and wetter and you know you're about to come.
"Fuck, I'm so close," Wooyoung whines, his hand aliding down from your chest to your clit and the sensation throws you over the edge as you come, impaled on his dick. He doesn't stop moving and you can feel your legs start to quake at the overstimulation and you moan, turning you head to meet Wooyoung in a messy kiss.
Not too long after, Wooyoung finally reaches his release, his hot come filling you up and leaking around his cock. His member twitches inside of you and both you and Wooyoung sigh, bodies relaxing together. He doesn't pull out immediately, and to be honest, you prefer it that way, with his dick acting as a plug.
"Thank you," Wooyoung mumbles into your shoulder and you smile even though he can't see it. It's always been a habit for him to thank you for sex and it's a sweet gesture that you can't get enough of.
"Thank you too, baby." You run your hands through his hair, turning in his arms to face you, sighing a little when his dick slides out of you, missing the feeling of being filled up. "I think you were onto something with that suggestion."
Wooyoung giggles, planting a kiss on your nose. "Well, we'll just have to do it again," he teases, letting his lips over yours. "Maybe next time, you can ride me while I watch TV."
You laugh. "You just want to be lazy, pillow princess. But deal. Can I finish my show now?"
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LOVE LANGUAGES
ft. genshin men
bell's note: sorry if the matte looks weird or too bright it's my first time messing around with it, might want to read it on a dark/darker mode just in case, experimenting with a more descriptive writing style so if we like let me know, no specific reader type, not proofread or word counted so if there are mistakes let me know, ga-ming is not included because i haven't been up-to-date with genshin and do not want to mischaracterize him
also date is weird because i accidentally posted and had to edit privately so oopsies
words of affirmation
kazuha, thoma, baizhu, neuvillette, zhongli, diluc
Whether it be a small word of encouragement or a simple, "you're doing great today", he always seems to know what to say and when to say it. His words soft as a dew drop falling from leaf to leaf in a misty morning, hitting your ears with such motion that you cannot help the smile that graces your lips, and lifts up the corners of them; like the movement of a picnic blanket being spread out on a flowery field.
quality time
kaeya, ajax, diluc, ayato, itto, gorou, neuvillette, wriothesley
Despite his busy days or numerous tasks for the day, whenever he gets a break he always goes to spend it with you first. Strolls down moonlight paths, childish games galore among hushed giggles, silent remarks exchanged between the flipping of a book's pages, or adoring smiles with stones that fail to jump the stream's waves like dolphins in the ocean. While your time may be short together as duties will call him back, your graceful smile and happy laughter will fill his lungs with purpose and a calm spirit for days to come.
physical touch
freminet, wanderer, tighnari, lyney, thoma, venti
A lingering hand tracing stars onto your back, each touch making your stress dissolve like sugar on your tongue. In other situations, it's a slightly calloused hand latching onto yours perfectly, as if your two hands were magnets meeting each other as one. A firm yet gentle grasp of his hands onto your hips as he oh-so-softly moves you to the side, your shoulders brushing against each other as he walks ahead of you. It could even be the way his thumb traces your cheek on quiet nights in bed, but no matter what it is your stomach is akin to churning butter whenever he touches you.
acts of service
neuvillette, zhongli, tighnari, alhaitham, heizou, xiao, cyno
Holding open a door amidst the sunny heat waves, waiting oh-so-patiently for you to reach it in your midst. It's even the simple offer to do the dishes or clean up around the house for you after a long day of work. Your clean clothes that were previously in a messy pile on the bed the moment you left your shared home for the day were put away neatly in their respective places in your bedroom by the time you returned home. Food prepared early with a little note, with sweet whispers decorated with ink on the note attached to the plate. Although he might seem cold or awfully busy at times, the things he does for you just because he can, says completely otherwise.
gift giving
xiao, zhongli , neuvillette, ajax, lyney, ayato, diluc, venti, kaveh
A bouquet of freshly picked flowers lying on your doorstep. Or an odd trinket from Archons knows what but he's so proud about acquiring it for you that you can't help the laugh that leaves your lungs. If you're lucky he'll find the ingredients to make his special dish, placing it beside you before retreating back to whatever he was busy with that day, but not before giving your temple a soft kiss. On rainy days he'll appear soaked to the bone, a boyish grin lacing his pretty face, with a chipped-off gem in his hands, claiming that the rain smoothed it out for him; hence why he had to get it instead of waiting for the rain to pass. No matter the gift he brings, though, you always cherish them no matter what
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Prior Engagements
Alexia Putellas x Reader
Word Count: 1.2k
[WOSO Masterlist]
This is a bad idea.
This is a really bone-headed, captain-title-revoked worthy, bad idea.
Slightly buzzed, Alexia stands staring at the door in front of her. In one hand is a bottle of wine, the other a container of food. Chicken Alfredo, she reminds herself. Your favorite pasta dish.
The day had started out like any other. Alexia woke up in time to see the sun rise, got a quick workout in before practice started later in the day. The coffee she picked up on her way to the training grounds filled her car with a sweet aroma, something only outshined by the beaming grin on your face when she handed you your coffee minutes later. Ignoring the hoots and hollers of her teammates, Alexia couldn’t take her eyes off you the entire training session.
It’s been like this since you transferred to the club. From day one of your signing, Alexia hasn’t been able to stay too far away from you. You brought an air of confidence from the moment you stepped onto the field. All of the Barcelona players were attracted to it, your cool demeanor making you pop to the top of everyone’s list, Alexia not excluded.
While she enjoyed all the excitement new people bring to the team, your outgoing persona is honestly a bit intimidating to her, the Spanish midfielder always stumbling over her words when in your presence.
Mapi’s the first to pick up on her crush. After being caught watching you one too many times, Alexia had to start perfecting what she dubs the ‘never being in the same room as Mapi and (Y/N) at the same time’ move. Her best friend held up to her title, making sure to tease Alexia to hell whenever you were nearby, hence the necessity of such evasion tactics.
And, of course, the events of tonight all started with the one and only Mapi León.
It all began after practice ended. Everyone was still milling about the locker room when Mapi brought up the idea of going out for a group dinner. There’s a quick buzz around the room as most of the girls start agreeing.
It’s subconscious, the way Alexia’s eyes drift to you. Your head’s buried in your bag as you shuffle around, not agreeing nor backing out of the dinner plans. At least not until Mapi gives you a gentle nudge. When you lift your eyes, Mapi’s tilting her head at you, a silent question in her gaze.
Alexia deflates when you shake your head. “Sorry, I’d love to go out but I have some prior engagements I can’t get out of.”
When you leave minutes later, the locker room instantly dissolved into hushed giggles and speculations of which lucky girl you were off to go meet or which party you were heading to. It’s common knowledge among the girls of your late night adventures. Eight times out of ten you’re dropping out of whatever group event is going on, only ever joining when the girls send Alexia after you. (The Barcelona captain tries not to read too much into why you usually say yes to her but not to anyone else.)
Although it’s fun catching up with the rest of the girls at dinner, Alexia still can’t help but think about you the entire night. She’s scatterbrained, something Mapi doesn’t miss. It’s at the insistence of the blonde that Alexia finds herself here, standing on your doorstep, nervously hoping you’re home alone.
It’s quiet as she knocks, her breath coming out in nervous little puffs. Alexia is just about to call it a bust when she hears a muffled “coming!” echoing through the door. The wine bottle in her hand feels heavy, palms profusely sweating as she hears the quiet padding of feet.
There’s the gentle click of the lock before the door’s opening before her.
“Ale, hey.” There’s surprise in your voice, but with her eyes still glued to her feet, Alexia doesn’t make eye contact with you.
She starts speaking before she can second guess herself. “I know you said you have plans, but I just wanted to--”
The words die in her throat when she finally looks up, locking eyes with yours… Your eyes that are hidden behind a thick frame.
Standing in front of her, dressed in only the comfiest pair of sweatpants and fuzzy slippers, you have a pair of glasses on your face.
Alexia blinks.
“You have glasses.”
You nervously fidget, hand coming up to push your slipping glasses back up your nose. “I wear contacts when we’re out on the field.”
“You look cute.” Both of you are turning red at once. You for the compliment. Alexia for actually saying it out loud.
Coughing to clear the air, you take a step back. “Sorry, where are my manners? Come on in.”
“I don’t want to intrude.”
“Don’t worry about it, I don’t mind your company.”
Alexia follows you through the door, instantly noting the books laid all over the floors. There’s barely any walkable space in your living room, most surfaces either being covered by textbooks, notebooks, or diagrams. From the look of things, you’ve been at this for a while.
Alexia can’t help but wonder for how long.
“Excuse the mess, I was, uh…”
Alexia raises an eyebrow at the sheepish look on your face. “Prior engagement-ing?”
A light blush coats your cheeks as you nervously scratch at your neck. You don’t even try defending yourself. “I have a test tomorrow. I’m not even halfway done with the material.”
From deep in her memories, Alexia briefly remembers you saying something about studying for accounting. It was only a brief sentence during your initiation introduction, but from the look of things you were clearly still trying hard to finish your degree.
Alexia gives you a gentle smile, definitely not missing your squinty eyes or slightly hunched over back. All signs indicating the start of a killer headache.
“Well good thing I brought wine and pasta. Can’t have you studying on an empty stomach now can we?”
Your eyes light up when you notice the container in her hand.
“Is that--”
“Your favorite,” she confirms, fighting the urge to laugh when you instantly make a grabby motion with your hands. Alexia passes you the food with ease, this time not able to hold back her laugh at the way your eyes grow in size when you open the container.
“Please marry me,” you groan, already taking a forkful of the pasta.
“Take me on a date first,” Alexia nervously laughs, hoping you don’t notice how pink she’s gotten.
“Does tomorrow night at 6 work?”
Wait.
Did you just…
Alexia chokes. “I-- you… what?”
You grin around another forkful of food. “I’d take you out right now but I have a test to study for. And there’s no point in wasting the food you already got for me.”
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Steve Harrington x AFAB reader, established relationship, brief mention of phone sex, consensual somnophilia, PIV sex, unprotected sex, creampie
A/N: Hit shuffle and Miss you much by Janet Jackson came on. Let's just say the lyrics spoke to me.
I just know that it feels wrong when I'm away too long it makes my body hot.
He can hear the difference in every soft huff of labored breath you release in the afterglow of your orgasm, a sound so sweet that he stills his own breathing to savor it clearly through the phone.
"You're gonna make me hard again if you keep that up", Steve warns, playful but there's some truth there too, stomach still warm and sticky with the pearlescent splatter of his own release.
You giggle back in response, pulling your slick fingers away from your clit, feeling your pulse beat down to your toes from the crescendo he'd talked you through.
"Can't wait until you're back home", you sigh into the phone, turning onto your side so that your cheek rests against the pillow that belongs to him. If you close your eyes, the lingering smell of him is enough to fool you into believing that he's right there beside you, even if only momentarily. "I miss having your hands on me."
A week away from each other shouldn't have felt as irksome as it had been but for a couple as active as the two of you were, those seven days apart had been harder for you to get through than you'd like to admit.
"Me too. Wish I wasn't getting back so late though", Steve groaned, reminded of his 3AM arrival time when he turns to eye the bedside table on which sat his passport and a plane ticket wedged inside.
Every dirty text, every lewd selfie and every nightly phone call that ended with the two of you touching yourselves to the sound of each other had him aching to get back to you.
The first thing he wanted to do after crossing the threshold of your shared home was pin you down and take you on the closest surface he could find but he's mindful to withhold himself because he knows how tired work has left you lately.
"Gonna take care of you just how you like when you're awake", he promises with a fond drawl.
There's a pause and when you don't respond he wonders if the line had disconnected again, something that happened semi-frequently and usually when he happened to be mid stroke. These long distance calls had been heaven and hell on his dick.
A quick glimpse at his phone screen shows there's no such interruption this time and your voice finally carries through, a slight but noticeable hesitancy coloring your tone now.
"We don't have to wait till later in the morning..."
Tell you on the phone I'm not the kinda girl who likes to be alone.
Steve listens to you trail off, a tender smile tugging at his lips. "Baby, I want it too but those shifts knock you out at the end of the day. I'm gonna need you all rested up okay, beautiful?".
As he always did when he felt you growing meek, he tries to assure you in that powdered sugar tone of his, all soft and sweet you sometimes worried he might dissolve on your lips were you to kiss him.
Another pause and this time he can hear you shifting in bed. He pictures your sweat glistened bare skin gliding along the sheets as you try to get more comfortable and fail because he knows you're the kind of person who can only truly be comfortable as long as your mind is at ease too.
"You don't have to wait, Stevie. I don't want you to wait."
The way you say it, though quiet, feels urgent. The crux of what you mean is scratching its way to the surface — not quite there yet but nearly so. Just a little ways more to go.
"Honey, I'm not following", he coaxes you gently for more details, sensing your vulnerability through the phone.
"I've been thinking about this for a while and there's something I want to try."
Steve listens intently, interest piqued. "Oh?"
"Sometimes I've thought about waking up to you— like, finding you on top of me..."you gulp, fingers tightening around your phone.
Steve remains silent but you know he's still listening, rapt.
"...finding you already inside me...", you add quietly.
Even when you're an entire time zone away, even when you're not able to see Steve's feelings reflected in those mossy hazel eyes of his, you can read his silence perfectly, able to tell the difference between the kind of pause that means he wants to inch away and one that means he wants to lean closer.
"You'd really be okay with that?", he finds his voice again, a little strained but hopeful.
Forget butterflies. You stir something much more fervid in him, rousing a cluster of sleepy dragonflies resting at the pit of his stomach to unfurl their opalescent wings and take flight within the confines of his chest.
Smiling hard, you feel your nerves dissipate, reassured by his excited lilt. "Yeah, I want to do that with you."
The next half hour was spent putting rules in place for the remainder of the phone call. Boundaries were discussed before you hang up after exchanging 'I love you's', both of you certain that sleep wont come easy tonight, the thrill of trying something new leaving you buzzing beneath your skin.
I'm rushing home just as soon as I can, I'm rushing home to see your smiling face and feel your warm embrace.
Steve leaves his hotel room the next day with you on his mind all throughout his flight and the way your soft, shy voice had described the way you'd wanted him to handle you when he returned home.
I want you to, Stevie. I promise, I want it, echoed like a melody in his mind.
You'd even sent him another message hours before while he was on the plane, phone dinging with a notification as soon as he'd landed and entered the cab.
I'm sure. Just like we talked about.
I'll be waiting.
I love you.
Steve's bags become an afterthought once he's inside your home, abandoned at the bottom of the staircase as he speeds upstairs to find you in the darkened bedroom, sleeping on your side, sheets pulled up to your shoulders. His stomach flips at how peaceful you look, knowing that in the hours before you had returned home you'd been on your feet all day, running between meetings, chasing that promotion you were up for.
Was this really okay? he wondered as he quietly unlaced his shoes and began to undress.
He scanned the bedside table for one last sign that tells him you've given him the green light, that you hadn't changed your mind since sending that last message.
He finds his answer.
Last night you'd told him — glass placed upside down on top of the coaster meant that you no longer wanted to go ahead with the plan you'd proposed. Glass placed right side up with the coaster placed over the rim meant you wanted him to touch you.
Seeing that glass placed right side up with the little black coaster balanced on the rim made his boxers feel tight and the dragonflies begin to beat their wings again.
Ridding himself of his underwear happens less smoothly than he'd intended, bumping his knee against the nightstand before he's able to get them off and kick them aside in an ungainly way. If you had been awake to see it it would have made you laugh because the excitement welling inside him had gotten the best of Steve, his veins pumping something electric through his livewire body.
He's more careful when he gently pulls the sheets off of your sleeping form, his throat feeling tight when he finds you dressed in a strappy, silky slip nightgown that barely concealed the curve of your ass.
Oh you had gone all out for this fantasy.
Placing a tentative hand on your knee, he slides it up to your thigh, inching the lacy hem of your slip up and swallowing hard when he finds that you're not wearing any panties underneath.
It's with a feather light touch that he reaches out and traces a finger over your folds, pulling the digit back to find your slick glistening on it like nectar, clear and glossy and slippery wet. Pressing the pad of his finger to his tongue, Steve salivates from the week long wait of wanting to be inside you again, sucking the taste of you down with a groan that rumbles in his chest.
His lips find your shoulder first when he climbs into bed, open mouthed kisses nearing your neck as his hand rubbed over your waist and hip. Growing more daring, he inches closer to spoon you, pulling you back gently so that he can grind his hard cock against your ass.
It's then that he can feel you start to stir, eyelids fluttering open, lips parting in a dreamy sigh.
"Don't stop"
Hearing the want in your voice, feeling your hand on his cheek and the way you push back against him for more was everything he needed to continue.
"Missed you", he whispers, squeezing the soft fat of your thighs.
He pulls your leg up over his hip, guiding his cock to your waiting entrance, pushing in slowly to feel your wet, satin smooth heat stretch around him and suck him in like you were made for him.
"Oh god, Steve— fucking missed you too", you moan, slowly departing the clutches of sleep.
Your movements are less precise than Steve's, still blinking your heavy eyelids to rid your vision of that sleepy haze, rolling your hips back in a rhythm that's falls just short of matching his.
It's a messy but passionate few seconds until you're both moving in sync, his cock dragging over that spot that makes the cadence of your moans climb high.
Steve curls a hand over your chest, squeezing your tits, pulling at your nipples just how you liked over your slip. "I'm not going to last long — fucking losing it...you're so goddamn wet and tight", he grunts into your shoulder, hiding how his cheeks have turned pink already, teeth grazing your skin.
Your own orgasm feels further away, still growing roots in the pit of your belly with every stroke of Steve's cock along your walls, yet to bloom into that spine tingling release you've missed so terribly during the past seven days.
"It's okay I want you to cum", you assure him but you know Steve too well. He's always going to make you come undone one way or the other.
It's with a knowing smile that you sigh contently when he brings his hand down between your legs, pressing circles to your clit urgently.
"Wanna feel you cum around me", he grits out, making you whine into the side of your pillow.
His touch lacks his usual gentle approach but it's what both of you need right now, a quick climb and a steep plunge to satiate that mutual ache.
"Fuck— okay, keep touching me there", you roll your hips back to meet his thrusts seamlessly.
His hips keep snapping into yours, pace faltering slightly and its not very long after that you feel him cumming inside you, spurts of creamy, tacky warmth pouring into your channel before you've reached your own climax but he doesn't stop, fingers still circling your clit to tip you over the edge, continuing to rut into you while he fills you up.
"Oh— Steve, yes", you whine out, eyes squeezing shut, nails threatening to rip your pillow case apart. You freefall into it, cumming with a strangled cry, hips twitching and jerking as you lose the rhythm you'd settled into, not that it matters anymore.
Cries turn to whimpers, then to gasps and breathy panting. When you come to it's the feeling of his lips on the back of your neck that tethers you to reality and brings you back down to earth, soft gentle kisses trailing down to your shoulder.
"Missed you", he keeps repeating, his cock starting to soften and slip out of you as he pulls out, hand damp on your waist.
You loathed sleeping next to that cold empty space those last seven days but he was here now to occupy it, so wonderfully warm and glistening with exertion, the same as you.
Your thighs shake when you begin to untangle yourself from being spooned so you can turn around to face him, his spend leaking from between your legs, his soft cock warm and wet against your thigh as your wrap yourselves up in each others arms. It's messy and sticky but you've never known a nicer feeling, cupping Steve's cheek as you kiss him tenderly.
"Welcome back"
#steve harrington smut#steve harrington#stranger things#stranger things smut#steve harrington x reader
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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 63
Part 1 Part 62
It’s sudden; the way there are warm hands clutching at Steve’s arms hard enough to hurt. He opens his eyes. Will and Eddie are hovering over him. Will looks sad, but Eddie looks furious, one wrong move away from snapping Steve’s neck in some sort of mercy killing move.
He thinks he’s back, for just a second. Just like that time in Will’s bedroom, when everything had snapped back into place with these two staring up at him with very similar expressions crowding their faces.
But the sky’s still red, those same shadows cutting through his room. “No, no, no no no,” Steve whispers. He wraps his hand around forearms and yanks them both forward, away from that thing outside. “Not you, too!”
Will comes willingly, docilely falling into Steve’s side where he’s huddled into his closet, letting hanging sleeves drape in front of him, obscuring his view from the window.
Eddie resists, turning to stare up and out the window. “Stevie,” he says flatly, not looking over at him at all. “What is that thing.” He says it flatly, no intonation at all because they both already know.
“The spider!” Steve says, clutching desperately at Eddie’s leg, as he crawls out of the closet. “Don’t go out there.”
Eddie stops and turns. Steve scooches forward to keep his hold on Eddie’s calf as he looks back at Steve. He looks so incredulous he’s almost smiling. “That is not a fucking spider, Steve.” He snaps the whole sentence, barking it in Steve’s face until he shrinks back.
Eddie stops, holds up his empty hands as if that’s a comfort at all right now. “Sorry, Stevie,” he says, a little chuckle running through his words, even though nothing is funny at all. “I’m just not sure how we’re gonna squash that thing.”
Will lets out a high-pitched giggle before slapping his hand over his mouth. The kid. Why the hell is the kid back here? Why are any of them? But, Will? The fucking kid?
Eddie starts crawling forward again. Steve desperately snatches his ankle in his palm, holds firm. “Don’t go out there,” he demands.
Eddie reaches back, pries his fingers gently off his ankle, takes his hand and looks back at him again. “I won’t. I’m just going to get a look, okay?” he says, like he’s consoling a puppy he’s abandoning at the mill. “Promise.”
He squeezes his hand once, smiling that soft, pained smile that means everything isn’t okay, but he wants to convince Steve that it will be. Then he let’s go.
Eddie Munson disappears. He didn’t move fast enough to get out of the room. He, he didn’t dissolve in front of their eyes. Steve didn’t even blink. No, Eddie’s just there, and then gone.
Steve hiccups, crawling forward into where he used to be, Will tucked into his side. Like if he’ll be able to see where Eddie’s gone – sleuth some clues over what happened. But there’s nothing.
There and then gone.
“Steve?” Will says, quiet.
Steve huddles back into the closet, turns to Will. He’s crying, face expressionless as the tears slip down and drop onto the tan pants of his costume. And seeing him like that drives it all home. How young Will is, how fun the night was supposed to be. How he’s here, again.
“What happened?”
Will’s voice breaks, even as he stares up at Steve with a vacant expression. It’s too much, being here again, watching Eddie disappear before his eyes. He’s just a kid.
Steve swallows. “I don’t know, bud,” Steve chokes out, smiling down at him as the tears finally pool over his lash line and cascade down his cheeks. “But we’ll figure it out, okay?”
Will reaches up, wiping the tears off Steve’s face with his small hands, even as new ones fall to replace them.
It’s a tender moment at the end of the world, even if Steve’s heart is shattered into too many pieces, floating away with all the ash in the air.
God, what the fuck are they supposed to do?
Steve doesn’t know. So, he pulls Will to his side and stares at the spot Eddie was. There should be a stain on the carpet; blood, or ash, or a shadow spilled deep enough in the carpet that it’ll never get out.
There’s nothing at all.
Then, the shadows slanting across the room move. They grow larger, blocking out the red light of the sun until the whole room is bathed in black as the giant spider whatever that thing is outside lumbers silently toward them. Night falls on the Upside-Down for the first time.
“Steve?” Will asks, clutching onto Steve’s arm tightly enough to bruise.
“It’s okay,” Steve says, clutching right back.
He closes his eyes.
Pain blooms, bright and vicious against his face, sudden enough to send his head reeling to the side.
There’s light filtering in through his closed lids. He can see it the way you can when you wake up in the early dawn hours and know what your alarm is goingalarm’s going to say before you open your eyes to look.
And it’s warm. It’s flooding through him, lighting up his deadened blood vessels. It’s so warm, it hurts. Or maybe, he was so cold that the absence of it hurts.
“Stevie?”
His eyes shoot open because he knows that voice better than he knows his own. He opens his eyes, to Eddie Munson crouched in front of him, eyes so wide Steve could fall in.
Carol’s kneeling beside him, hand raised, like she was about to slap him. Or already had by the stinging in his cheek.
He doesn’t remember Will until the kid is crawling out of the closet and lunging at where Jonathan’s hovering by Steve’s desk. The brothers collide, hugging tightly. It’s like the seal is broken.
“What the fuck, Harrington?” Carol demands, curling her open palm into a fist like she’s going to punch him this time.
Steve pays her no mind. He lunges out of the closet, slamming into Eddie hard enough to send him tumbling onto his ass. Steve doesn’t care. His knees are bracketing Eddie’s hips as he tries to crawl inside his ribcage, fingers scrabbling at his back to try to pull him closer.
Eddie’s hand sinks into Steve’s hair, pulling hard enough to hurt. Steve leans into it like a dog starved for affection.
“It’s okay,” Eddie says, pulling him forward by the strands of his hair until Steve’s forehead is smushed into Eddie’s sternum. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”
There are voices yelling all around them while Steve and Eddie sit, untouched at the center. Questions are asked and unanswered as Steve presses his face into the crook of Eddie’s neck hard enough to hurt, breathing deeply. Eddie smells like weed, and ash and a little like sweat.
Steve’s right where he needs to be. He holds on just that little bit tighter.
Part 64
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THE LAKES ! ; gojo satoru
> gojo is even more irritating at 2 in the morning.
this whole thing might be a little more romantic if it wasn't so early.
being awoken while the moon still hung heavy and full like ripe fruit in the vineyard sky was not your idealised morning. you'd been enjoying lovely, lovely dreams tucked into the sheets of your dorm room, spending the summer night alone with yourself and your music and your mind. and it was great, lovely even. until you were awoken by an incessant noise- a voice, clear and familiar and really damn loud in the quiet of the night.
"hello? don't tell me you're asleep right now. helloooo?"
you groan and shove your face further into the plush pillow. maybe if you pretended you didn't hear him, he'd go away. but the knocking continued. and then he started calling your name.
"come on," gojo groaned from the other side of the door, "we can't waste a perfectly good night just sitting around. don't be boring!"
you threw the pillow at the door and it resonated with a dull thump as you dug the cold heels of your palms against your eyelids. "go away satoru. i want to sleep, please."
"babe. sleeping is so lame," he speaks as if it's a matter of fact, and the way he sounds less than tired despite the hour is infinitely grating. you'd be pissed if you weren't so exhausted. "leave or else."
"i'm bored though."
"how is that my problem?"
"because i'm your boyfriend and you love me?"
"only one of those things is true." you shift up so you're sitting in your bed as you stretch, hearing your neck pop and wincing at the noise. "why don't you go bother the others and leave me alone?"
"why would i wake up geto or shoko when i could wake up you?"
stiffly, slowly, you stand, bare feet thudding heavily as you practically drag yourself to the sliding door of your dorm room, pulling it open to reveal none other than the gojo satoru- your fellow 2nd-year, boyfriend, and the absolute bane of your existence. he looks just as stupid and delighted to see you as he does every day, and you hate him because suddenly you're not tired at all. you keep up the act as you cross your arms over your chest and huff, "what do you want?"
gojo grins and you burn hot as his gaze flickers over you, obvious even despite his stupid sunglasses indoors in the middle of the night. "let's go to the lake."
"the lake? are you insane?"
"no. let's go."
"i'm going back to bed." you move to slide the door in his face, and he deftly catches it, keeping it still. your eyes are drawn to the clothes he's wearing- a plain black t-shirt that rides up with his arm raised, revealing slivers of ivory skin that peek through. your mouth dries. gojo notices.
"if i take my shirt off will you be more inclined to come with me?"
"i'm gonna kill you, satoru."
he laughs and your heart melts in your chest, as you comply all too quickly when he reaches for your hand. "we're going swimming anyways, right? we can like, skinny-dip, or something."
you snatch your hand away. "oh, no. nope. we're over."
he practically giggles, and you dissolve as the sound engrains itself into your memory. you wouldn't mind it one bit if every inch of your consciousness was etched with memories of him. "you can't break up with me yet. we've got to outlast yaga."
"like.. his life?"
"what else? it's not like he's got anyone."
you smack his shoulders. "don't be rude, you ass."
he grins. "i'll stop if you get your shoes on and come with me," he says before turning, "nice pajamas by the way."
you look down at yourself, reminding yourself that you were wearing his very oversized pokemon t-shirt and shorts. "thanks. i think i wore this better than you did, to be honest."
"i think you did too. tough to say, though, i look damn good in a charizard top."
"define 'good,' please."
he huffs and you snicker, pulling your slippers on. as soon as you're done, his cold hand is on yours and he's all but pulling you- you try your best not to be loud as you let out a sharp breath of surprise.
"we don't even have to get in," he calls as he practically races down the hall with you in tow, "let's just go!"
"you're fucking insane," you manage to get out as he bursts the dorm hall's doors open and a cold gush of air kisses your face, "you're crazy and i hate you."
he doesn't say anything but you hear his laughter again. it's suddenly so warm, warmer still as you grow acclimated to the hot summer night, and you find yourself trying to seal everything to your memory- the feeling of his hand, the smell of something sweet and honeyed in the sky, the sticky humidity and how it clung to your skin- you try to commit every piece of it to memory. you wouldn't mind if you had to spend your whole life replaying this one moment, this one scene, this one second over and over on repeat. you think you'd die happy then.
"maybe i am crazy," he says, slowing his pace abruptly so he's just walking, catching you as you stumble slightly. "crazy for you."
you feel sick and embarrassed and hot-in-the-face and in love, as you reply, "okay. okay, babe. sure you are."
✄ written for the mitsies 3k follower event using the prompt "come on! it's only a short walk to the lake, and you don't even have to go in!" "it's literally 2 in the morning."
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For writing or just headcanons, zosan + caring for the other after theyve had too much to drink? 100% no pressure tho, it's ok if that's not ur vibe or u dont feel like it ilysm❤❤
ooh i actually have a hungover zoro drabble in the works so i’ll do hcs for this one 🤭
sanji’s a sad drunk. an existential crisis, sit-in-the-corner-stare-at-the-wall drunk. he doesn’t drink for a reason; alcohol brings up everything he hides behind his smile and his snark, dissolves the carefree grin he wears as armour. it’s not fake, per se— he just uses it to hide everything that he doesn’t want others to see.
a little bit of wine at dinner is fine. tipsy is fine— especially if he’s in a lively environment. but when he passes that point he gets all quiet, and it’s so far from his usual personality that it’s concerning.
the first time zoro sees sanji properly drunk he freaks out a little (a lot). sanji’s sluggish, listless, slow to respond even when zoro shakes him and when the cook finally looks away from the ground his eyes are dull.
zoro kneels and holds sanji’s face between his palms so the cook can’t look away, but sanji’s eyes flutter shut even as his head lolls into zoro’s touch. yep. he’s not having fun anymore. the party’s still buzzing around them but zoro hauls his sad, quiet, drunk boyfriend back to the ship; gets some fluids in him, changes him into clean clothes and carries him to bed. he’s just about to turn out the light and leave, but he leans down to press a kiss to sanji’s forehead and sanji’s fingers wrap around his wrist. “zoro.”
“yes?” he replies immediately, because this is the first thing sanji’s said in hours and zoro latches onto it with a rush of relief. the mattress dips as he sits down by sanji’s hip, brushing fine blond hair away from his face. “hey, baby. what’s wrong?”
“dunno. i’m so drunk,” sanji slurs, giggling a little before it dies and leaves hollow silence. his eyes are haunted. “i’m sad, zoro.”
zoro knows. he knows what sanji’s gone through. knows the invisible weights the cook carries on his shoulders. “i know,” he breathes, fingertips lingering by sanji’s temple. he doesn’t know what else to say.
sanji turns his face into zoro’s palm, closing his eyes with a tired sigh. “don’ go.”
and how is zoro supposed to do anything else? so he changes out of his dirty clothes and slides beneath the covers. sanji’s already out cold, but he reaches for zoro in his sleep; his breathing is deep and even, back rising and falling against zoro’s chest. zoro falls asleep to the sound of the cook’s heartbeat.
in the morning, sanji is back to normal; shivery, pale, and puking his guts up, but normal. zoro is rudely awakened by his boyfriend wrenching himself out of bed and hightailing it to the bathroom, and he finds sanji with his head in the toilet bowl and goes to fetch painkillers from the galley.
they don’t talk about it. but sanji has a gleam in his eye as they get ready for the day; an extra layer of softness to the way he kisses zoro before getting started on breakfast, and zoro doesn’t push. sanji will talk about it when he’s ready. he can wait.
now, ZORO. zoro’s a touchy drunk. a huggy huggy feely feely drunk. that man is TOUCH-STARVED. his tolerance is crazy high but if he drinks enough he gets all clingy; a little grouchy, but also draping himself over every one of his crewmates he can find.
he’s got enough sweet summer mead in him to make him stumble when he stands; his coordination is shot, and he groans when he topples into someone tall, blond and handsome. he tells the man as much and sanji chuckles, hauling him upright and getting them both back to the boat.
“you’re pretty,” zoro mumbles, face-planting into the bed before rolling over as his eyes widen. “s’nji?”
“mhm.” sanji’s trying not to laugh. he hides it behind his hand before zoro’s tumbling off the bed, magically able to walk (mostly) straight again as he grabs sanji and kidnaps him to cuddle and sanji almost screeches bcs wtf?? he hasn’t showered, he’s in his crusty dusty musty street clothes, hell he’s still wearing his SHOES
but he realises real quick that he’s fighting a losing battle. zoro’s like a goddamn octopus. he resigns himself to falling asleep while being hugged like a bolster, still in his suit and half-squashed under zoro’s bulk, but he’d be lying if he said it was unpleasant.
and of course the next morning the swordsman has a splitting hangover. he spends the day with his pillow over his head, only poking his face out to sip at the broth sanji brings him through a straw.
as you can see both of these idiots have HORRIBLE hangovers when they push their limits too far.
they both don’t like others seeing them drunk; sanji doesn’t want to burden his nakama with his past (even though he knows, realistically, that he isn’t a burden) and zoro has a tendency to run his mouth. his filter just goes poof. it’s highly entertaining but he always feels like putting his head through a wall when he remembers how emotional he gets 😭
one time sanji wakes up face-down on a bar table, feeling like his head’s being cracked open, next to the girl he’d spent the night crying and being miserable with over margaritas and french 75s. she pats him sympathetically on the shoulder as he stumbles out, face buried in her arm, and he smooths a commiserating hand over her hair and tucks a wad of bills under her elbow to help her make sure she gets home safe. they end up being den den buddies and call each other occasionally to spill tea and gossip.
food and a cold shower helps sanji; bread and cheese is his go-to, whereas zoro just likes to hide in his bedding and die for the rest of the day. god bless his liver capacity.
that’s all for now,,, thank you for the ask anon!
#zosan#one piece zosan#zoro x sanji#roronoa zoro#one piece sanji#black leg sanji#one piece zoro#one piece#ino’s ask box
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Not What You Expected - A Joel Miller Story
dad!Joel x f!reader
Joel Miller masterlist
They're still acclimating to life with baby Miller, a far cry from how they first met.
warnings | 18+ canon-typical violence, angst-ish, mostly fluff tho
a/n | another installation in the Unexpected Expectings universe after much request! This can certainly be read as a standalone, but it's much more fun alongside the other pieces in this world :)
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“She just spit up on me again, didn’t she?”
“Just a little. Here, I’ll get it.” Ellie huffs while she steps behind the girl to wipe off her shoulder where Libby just dribbled her breakfast. Perhaps not surprisingly, Ellie has been as hands on as she can be with her little sister, helping out at bath times, feeding her, reading to her. But she draws the line at changing diapers.
She sighs, stepping out from behind Ellie and leaning against the crib to take in the sight of her gently bouncing Libby in her arms, making ridiculous faces at her wide-eyed little sister and murmuring nonsense.
“You’re pretty cute, huh, Libs? That must come from your mom’s side because it sure as shit doesn’t come from Joel.” She can’t help but laugh at Ellie’s little jab, but, having just come into the doorway to the nursery, Joel seems to feel a bit differently, clearing his throat as he frowns at the girl.
“Kid, I’d rather that one’s first word isn’t some kind of swear, huh? Watch yourself.” It’s obviously lighthearted as Joel’s lips crook into half a grin and he shuffles over to Ellie to gently take Libby from her arms. Even after ten months, she’s still not over the sight of Joel Miller with a baby, with their baby, perched on his hip, his broad palm cupping her back. Ellie doesn’t seem over it either, snorting as she watches Joel rock side to side.
“Easy, killer. Gonna knock someone out with the blinding ray of sunshine you’ve turned into.” Joel scowls over the top of Libby’s head at Ellie who has dissolved into laughter, glancing over at his woman to see that she is also giggling. Not wanting to be left out, Libby lets out a shriek, bouncing her tiny fist against Joel’s cheek. He’s quick to smack kisses to her little fingers, grumbling as he does it.
“You three are gonna kill me, goddamn.”
“With the way you two talk, Libby’s gonna be swearing like a sailor before she can even walk.” Both Joel and Ellie grin at her exasperated look, Ellie sidling up next to her to swing her arm over her shoulder.
“You’re no better. Heard you let out a few choice words in the kitchen the other day when you dropped her bottle.” She huffs at Ellie’s smug look, nudging into her side.
“Alright, alright, kid. Don’t you have a shift starting soon?” Ellie glances at her watch, sighing.
“Ah, fuck.”
“Ellie.” Both she and Joel gripe at her words. Ellie just shrugs, already hustling out of the nursery to get to the stables. With the sound of the front door closing, they look at each other, shaking their heads. Some things never change.
Joel sighs, moving over to the rocking chair and sitting down with a groan as he shifts Libby to cradle her in his arms. She slips behind the chair to lean with her palms on his shoulders, smiling down at their girl who’s quickly dozing in her dad’s hold. She lays a kiss to his temple, and Joel cranes his neck to look at her questioningly.
“What was that for?” She shrugs, grinning crookedly at him.
“Nothing, my ray of sunshine.” She tries to quiet her laughs, not wanting to startle Libby awake, while Joel scowls at her teasing.
“Hey, ain’t the only one softening up, darlin.” She raises a brow at him and he smirks.
“Still remember when I met you. Practically feral, woman. Now look at you. Being all sweet. Wearing my clothes.” She scoffs as she thumbs the collar of the flannel, his flannel, that she’s wearing.
“Oh this? I just wear this whenever I think Libby’s gonna spit up. Better yours than mine, Miller.” He huffs at that as she snickers. She squeezes his shoulder as she continues.
“I may have softened a little. But if I’m remembering that day we met correctly, I did nearly kill you, so you better watch it, sunshine.” Joel chuckles lightly, still gently rocking their girl who is completely out now.
“Mm, I remember alright. Was pissed as hell at the time. But I can say this now – was the hottest thing I ever saw.” They both laugh, their minds now swirling with the memory.
With ten years come and gone, they can both still remember the day they met, clear as anything. Oh, how things have changed.
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Boston QZ, 2016
He’s exhausted. Another day on burn detail, another day hustling pills to soldiers. The only bright spot, if you could call it that, is the deal he’s working on with Bill and Frank. He and Tess had managed to get their hands on a generator in one of the old apartment buildings, taking it apart to transport to Bill and Frank who had been having some trouble with their own. In return, Joel and Tess had been promised new guns, and ammo, something hard to come by unless you were with FEDRA or those damn fireflies. They’re planning to go in two days. Until then, he’s been keeping the parts under the floorboards in their apartment, so when he gets back to their place that night, Tess still out on some work detail, and lifts the boards to find the parts gone, Joel’s mind reels.
Racking his brain for any possible reason the parts could be moved, he lets out a quiet curse in frustration. He comes up with nothing and the word thief starts to blare through his mind like an alarm. His fingers rest on the hilt of the knife he keeps tucked in his belt as his eyes scan over the apartment. He tries not to let out a chuckle when he sees it. The closet by the door. He and Tess always left it open, didn’t keep anything in it. It’s closed firmly now. Got him.
He moves gingerly over to the closet, drawing out his knife as his hand settles on the doorknob. Before he can swing it open, however, someone is bursting out, knocking him to the ground, his knife skittering across the floor. He can’t get a good look at him as they tumble on the ground, hands at each other’s necks as they roll for dominance. He manages to pin the other man to the ground, but is shocked into stillness by what he sees. He is a she. She sneers at him, a toothy grin.
“Not what you expected, huh, Miller?” Before he can pick his jaw up off the floor, she’s kneeing him hard in the groin, effectively toppling him over as she pins him with her hands around his neck. He grabs at her hands, but she’s strong, stronger than she looks, pressing hard into the sides of his throat and making him gasp for air. He has seen her before, on a few work details, but he had no idea she had this kind of fight in her. It’s all he can do to choke out his question.
“You with Robert?” She laughs hard at that, fingers flexing in the sides of his throat.
“Hardly. His little band of idiots wouldn’t have the brain cells for this.” It’s getting harder for Joel to breath, black spots starting to fuzz his vision. She leans a little closer, unwavering gaze holding him still.
“You got two options here. Number one, you let me in on whatever little business you got going with Tess and I don’t kill you right now. Number two, I kill you and take your parts and your radio and figure it out myself.” He can’t help the wheezing laugh he coughs out. This woman has some serious balls. She doesn’t seem to like that though, her grip around his neck tightening until he really can’t breathe anymore, his legs flailing uselessly on the floor.
“That mean you’d prefer option two?” He shakes his head as best he can in her grip, trying to choke out the word no, and she seems to understand, releasing his neck but keeping him pinned with a forearm across his chest. Joel takes several heaving breaths, trying to clear the haze that had crept into his mind. The first real thought he has as oxygen returns to his brain is that she has pretty eyes. Angry, but pretty.
“I’m not letting you up until I hear you say it.” He takes a few more steadying breaths before he responds.
“I’ll let you in on our business. But you try any shit like this again, I’ll be quicker next time and you won’t get so lucky.” She huffs a laugh at that, finally letting up and sitting back on her haunches as Joel sits up. He rubs tenderly at his neck, wincing at the already forming bruises and muttering to himself.
“You got a grip on you, woman, goddamn. Some first impression.” He’s surprised when she holds out her hand to him. He’s more surprised that he actually takes it, shaking her hand lightly as she smirks at him, telling him her name.
“Figured I’d have to do things a little unorthodox to work with you two. And hey, looks like it worked.” All he can do is shake his head at this woman who has so suddenly become his business partner.
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Jackson, 2026
“I was going easy on you. Caught me off guard. And you were pretty, even then. Didn’t wanna mess up your face.” She scoffs, nudging him in his side as they stand in front of the crib, watching their sleeping girl.
“Oh yeah? Tell that to the bruises you had on your neck for the next, what was it? Three weeks? Totally going easy on me, uh-huh, so easy you let me nearly crush your windpipe.” Joel huffs around a grin.
“Suppose that’s another thing our girl gets from you. You ladies sure know how to make an entrance.” She stifles her laugh behind her hand as they both dip out of the nursery. Before she can get too far down the hall, Joel slips a lazy palm around her one hip, turning her back toward him and smearing a brazen kiss across her lips, pulling away with a wet smack that makes her eyes widen. He just grins.
“What the hell was that for?” Joel keeps his one hand cupping her hip, the other coming up to stroke along the arc of her jaw as he sighs.
“All this talk of you crushing my windpipe has got me worked up, darlin. Take pity on a poor man, huh?” She lets out a sputtering laugh at his words, but he’s quick to silence her with another kiss, licking into her mouth like a heathen. She pulls back with a gasp, lightly smacking his chest as he gives her a smug smile.
“Watch it, Miller. Or I’ll have to finish what I started ten years ago.” He shakes his head.
“Has it really been ten years? Christ– that’s hard to believe.” She rakes her fingers through his hair as she hums at his words.
“I know. How the hell did we end up here, huh?” He sighs, glancing back into the nursery.
“No clue, darlin. I think you’re the one bit of luck I got in this fucked-up world.” Her fingers still, hands sliding down to wrap behind his neck. She can feel tears welling up hot and fast in her eyes, and to keep them at bay she steals another kiss from him, quick and chaste that leaves them both smiling.
“I’m glad I didn’t kill you, Joel.” He squeezes her hip, still smiling like a fool.
“I love you, darlin. Thank you.”
“What? For not killing you?”
“No. I mean– yes, that too. But, thank you for sticking with me. Fuck– for giving me all this. Just, thank you.” His thumb brushes away a rogue tear that has dripped down her cheek and she sighs under his touch.
“Well, now you’re just trying to make me cry, goddamn it.”
“Hmm, look who’s soft now, darlin.” She smacks his chest as he laughs at her exasperated expression, tugging her into a tight hug. She murmurs lowly into his shirt.
“I love you too, Joel. Love you so much.” They stay like that for a while, his arms wrapped firmly around her, her cheek pressed right over his heart. They’re finally broken out of their quiet moment by the sound of fussy coos coming from the nursery. Joel sighs, pulling away and squeezing her shoulders.
“I’ve got it, mama.”
“You sure? She probably needs a diaper change.”
“I’m sure I can handle that. You should get some rest, were up half the night after all.” She slackens under his touch, nodding lightly as he’s already moving back into the nursery.
She goes to head downstairs, but quickly stops when she hears him start to talk in a soft murmur to Libby. It’s a voice Joel won’t use if he knows anyone else is around, she had only caught him talking in it a few times to their girl, gentle and low. Ellie would have a field day if she heard him.
“Hey, baby girl. Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?” She slides along the wall, stopping just outside the doorway to the nursery to listen in as Joel continues talking to Libby. She can hear Libby’s sweet babblings as Joel keeps murmuring to her.
“My girl’s a talker, aren’t you? Get that from your mama. Woman’s got a mouth on her, let me tell you. One of the things I like best about her. But don’t tell her I said that.” She presses her hand to her mouth, keeping in her giggle at his ramblings.
“I know your sister’s been trying to get you to say her name, but I’d really like it if your first word is mine. Also may have a little bet going with her, but I’ll split the winnings with you if you just say my name first.” She makes a mental note to smack both him and Ellie later for their “little bet,” but continues listening as Libby’s babbling picks up. Joel lets out a laugh.
“That’s it, baby girl. Just string ‘em together. Da-da. I know you can do it. Whip-smart just like your mama, huh?” Libby’s babbling continues, still just nonsense sounds and syllables. Joel sighs.
“Gonna do it in your own time, huh? Think you get that from me. That’s alright, baby girl. Ready whenever you are.” She figures he’s picking her up again from the hesitant coos Libby lets out, Joel quick to shush her.
“I got you, my girl. It’s ok. I got you.” She rests her temple against the wall outside the doorway, closing her eyes and continuing to listen to his gentle words to their girl.
“Love you so much, baby girl. Your mama loves you just as much, and your sister, even if she is already corrupting you. You’ve got all of us on your team, my girl. We’ve got you.”
She smiles to herself. It’s been a long ten years, most of it bad, some of it good. But they really have made a little team for themselves, a little family. It’s certainly not what she expected when she went into business with Joel Miller, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.
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yellow light (1)
miguel o’ hara x villain!reader
wc: 2.0k
warnings: fem!reader, reader can manipulate electricity, can teleport via lightning, age-gap (reader is early 20's), miguel is emotionally constipated, angst
an: i've been dying to write a villain!reader for a while now and i actually have a lot planned for these two if y'all want to see more let me know <3 remember to repost to support your fav writers !!
summary: Miguel could find you across worlds, across dimensions. he'd only need to look for his yellow light.
part two
evenings at HQ are quiet.
by eight, most spiders have crawled back into the arms of their MJs or their Gwens. and by nine, only Miguel’s heartbeat rings louder than the buzz of computers.
Lyla pops in with an occasional “you should go home” and he ignores her like he does every night. she doesn’t do it so much anymore.
a light flickers against the computer, it pings softly. alert urgent enough to assume he’d received an email. Miguel’s eyes find the notification.
Anomaly detected! Earth-8901!
it wasn’t that anomalies clocked off, like the spiders did.
Miguel sighs, tight and curt. he glances over his shoulder as if there stood a row of spider-people itching to go fight. he finds only his shadow stretching far down the empty office.
Lyla glitches into form, leaning against a mug that had been growing steadily colder since he’d made it and abandoned it an hour ago. “you’d think even anomalies need sleep—”
she taps a couple times on the screen and live feed from Earth-8901 streams across the monitors. it’s a generic scene: police car lights flash, there is the steady rumble of people talking in frantic voices. they’re, unoriginally, in front of a bank.
Miguel rolls his left shoulder back, it’s fruitless in easing the tension there. “go see if there’s anyone still around. they can come help with this before they leave.”
there’s a flash on the screen and Miguel’s hand falls off his shoulder. his eyes find the screen again, they flicker frantically over it.
“wait.” he directs Lyla, hand held out.
between the sirens, he hears it. he could pinpoint it over dimensions and in the crowd of a rock-concert if whispered. that giggle.
yellow light flashes again, a crack of lightning, and you appear on the hood of a police car. you’re keeling over laughing – Miguel doesn’t find it villainous, like he should. instead it warms a pit deep in his stomach.
“oh look,” Lyla folds her legs over each other, glancing back at him amused. “it’s your little girlfriend.”
he doesn’t grant her an answer, he’s focused on your miniaturised figure. it’s blurry, but it’s undoubtedly you.
there’s another crack and you’re gone, bullets fly through the spot you’d just occupied and the police car is a pile of smouldering ash.
“i’ll sort this out.” Miguel says. it’s strained, gruffer than most of what he says is.
“you don’t want back up? i’m sure there’s still some Peters hanging around?” but Lyla’s grinning that wide grin she does when she knows she’s pushing her boss’ buttons.
“no.” the portal spills orange and red and pink light into the dimly lit room. “and you stay here.”
her little hand came to her face, eyes rolling when she offers a half-assed salute. “whatever you say, boss.”
the air is sticky where he steps out onto a rooftop. Miguel feels where the humidity crowds over his face and against his palms, it’s the syrupy warmth that follows where you go.
down in the street below is the image he’d been watching off the monitor. heavily armed policemen were drawing closer to the doors of the bank where you were no doubt inside wreaking havoc.
you had no inclination for money, he knew that, but your chase for chaos? endless.
overhead, a chopper is flying low over the scene. cameras and news-women flock the barricades blocking the street. Miguel rests a hand over the railing, mask crawling up over his head. he is quietly assessing the easiest way past meddling cops when his thoughts are dissolved by a crack. it’s so loud, so close, and the brightness of the light screws his eyes shut.
“what’cha looking at?”
when his eyes open, you’re leaning over the railing. you’re grinning down on the street as if you aren't the cause for commotion.
your dress shivers where you bounce on the balls of your feet. that goddamn yellow doll dress, the villain uniform you insist on donning. it did unspeakable things to Miguel's psyche. the way it fluttered at the tops of your thighs, that your whole clavicle was exposed and just fucking begging for him to run his lips across your shoulders.
your mask is hanging loosely in your hand.
"i thought i told you to stay in your dimension."
you shrugged. your hair was held up by bows of canary ribbons and they swayed where you tilted your head petulantly at him. "c'mon, Miggy, where's the fun in that?"
he's still made no effort to move, head cocked to watch you. your figure swims in his shadow, small beneath his frame.
you were glowing like you did most of the time. a golden light that permeated the dark night air. Lyla once commented that you were a walking lightbulb.
but it's dimmed. you were losing power, wasting it by flashing up to bother him on this rooftop. Miguel knows more about your condition than he needs to.
"they happened to fix the super collider on my earth, so i thought i'd take it for a spin." you speak again.
Miguel's eyes narrow.
you cave, whole body loosening and eyes rolling. "fine. i held a couple scientists against their will and forced them to fix it, but that's hardly what's important."
your words chase each other around his brain. your smile is fracturing, he hasn't heard your little laugh once since you'd appeared beside him.
"why?"
little ribbons swinging, you ignore his question.
"take off your mask for goodness sake." your head lolls to the side, almost against your shoulder. "haven't seen you in ages."
the red and blue mask slips back.
half because Miguel found he could never find it within himself to say no to you and half because he wanted to soak in the view of your face with his own eyes and not through his grainy visor.
he finds it was worth it because you smile again, that smile that could call him home from dimensions away.
"pretty as ever, O' Hara."
"why did you fix the super collider?"
you recoil, like he's lashed at you. your eyes find the street again and you shrug but don't answer him.
Miguel lets the silence permeate. even the ruckus in the street quietens, but he thinks that maybe all sounds do when you're around.
you shuffle your feet until your shoulder finds his side where his arms hang purposelessly. when your skin finds his, there's an electrical snap and he flinches just slightly. you don't mention it.
"don't the lights look pretty?" the commotion still holds your gaze.
trying desperately not to cave into your touch, not to pull your glowing face into his palms, Miguel sucks in a breath of composure. "to rob a bank, is that why? couldn't rob a bank on your own earth?"
"you wouldn't come if i robbed a bank back home."
the sentence hangs. your head finds his side.
"what?" it's barely a whisper, barely a sound, but you catch it.
"i mean," you push yourself off him, voice relighting with that theatrical quality that hid the tremble beneath your words. "i got the hint, you don't like me - you made that clear - but i just wanted to see ya' one last time. you know?"
Miguel hated the voice you put on. it was ungenuine and you used it on cops and other spidermen. not him.
"so i thought i'd do a quick pop in, see if you were around--"
"when did i ever make that clear that i didn't like you?"
gravel of torn brick crunched beneath your foot where you turned to face him again. Miguel found that your eyes were wet, the same eyes that blinked at him when he closed his own.
"i asked you to come." your voice wobbled and it was like a scalding poker meandering between his organs. "i asked you to come. to visit me."
of course he remembers when. it was the last time you'd been dragged from an earth that wasn't yours, when you'd gone for a joy-ride between dimensions really just for the fun of it.
Jessica was clipping some handcuffs around your wrist, the kind that Miguel invented to subdue powers. he remembers how your light flickered all the way out, leaving only the shine that could never rub off your eyes.
despite the metal clipping your wrists, you'd grinned up at Miguel.
"you gonna come visit me, Miggy?" Jessica huffed, tugging you in the direction of the portal.
Miguel didn't like how rough Jessica was being, despised the thought of dark bruises around your wrists, but didn't say anything on it.
he settled with: "it's not good to jump too often between dimensions."
your eyes twinkled. "just once?"
he almost smiled.
"i'll think about it."
you weren't satisfied. "promise?"
he'd nodded. he thought it'd make you go easier. "i promise i'll think about it."
he realised now that it had only made it easier to watch you go.
your shine flickers like a lamp in a haunted house. "i waited. you never came."
it wasn't true.
"yn." he calls out gently across the space dividing your body from his. he takes a cautious step.
it wasn't true that he "never came". Miguel visits your dimension more than his own apartment.
in the moments where Lyla ushers him home, her static voice echoing over his shoulder: "you need sleep", he'd slip out quietly.
sometimes it's morning already, he watches you trip over your feet out your apartment building. you're consistently late to your first class.
other times it's Friday night and you're dolled up, primped in a short skirt and dirty sneakers. you're with other girls, you all stumble together to and from the bar down the street.
Miguel's never had the balls to announce his presence. he quietly enjoys you in the moments you're just ... yn. physics major and perpetual night owl. enjoys watching you at three am when you tinker at your desk with copper cables and wires and entertain yourself with a loose lightbulb where you flicker it on and off and on and off with just a brush of your finger over the glass.
when you've made it home - drunk, but safe - or grown bored of your trinkets and crawled into bed with slow blinks, only then does he conjure the portal and return to his own lonely apartment.
"that's the answer to your question." you're not facing him again. "i just wanted to see you one more time."
this time he tucks his cowardice in his pocket and Miguel moves to you, out from the shadows into the warmth of your light. his chest presses to your back, head finding the side of yours.
you nuzzle his temple with your own, melt against his frame like you were built to be slotted against his chest.
"lo siento, mi amor." words scramble in his mouth. he chokes on all the sentiments he could share. mostly i love you, please ask me again to come with you.
his hand finds your hip, he squeezes the fatty tissue there. you sigh.
your palm finds his cheek, it sparks but Miguel is ready for it this time and doesn't flinch. you nudge his face so it hovers over yours.
"i thought you might say that."
the soft pad of your finger runs over the edge of his jaw. you twist so you're facing him, jailed beneath his wide shoulders and Miguel realises that your lashes are even longer up close.
he nudges his nose against yours. "it's the truth."
your eyes flutter shut, you shake your head.
warm lips press up into the apple of his cheek. his stomach curls dangerously at the wet touch.
"maybe one day you'll prove it then, Miggy." you whisper against his skin.
he leans further down, desperate and itching to catch your lips against his this time, but your palm finds his chest first.
electricity chases down his veins like blood on fire.
Miguel's body is launched with the volts of a bolt of lightning and barely feels where his shoulders crumble through brick and plaster of the building over. he wrestles with unconsciousness and loses, body twitching and spasming from the surge of your power when the darkness envelopes him.
when he comes to, the sun is peaking over the nearest building and you are long gone.
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What it feels like to date Lewis Pullman's characters, but it's described using specific experiences.
Ingredients: ✰ Robert "Bob" Floyd, Rhett Abbott, Miles Miller, Major Major, and Harrison Knott.
Warning: Contains mentions of food and vague PTSD references.
Robert "Bob" Floyd: Stuttered hello's and gazes trained on the floor. Sneaking out of social events in favor of quiet walks on the beach that end in being chased by an upset crustacean. The strum of a guitar as he plays you your favorite song. Shy smiles and binging movies. Sitting on opposite ends of the couch and gradually scooting closer until someone works up the nerve to rest their head on the others shoulder. Afternoon naps together and dramatic yawns until the other gets the idea.
Foggy glasses, niche fandom references, and inside jokes only you understand. Matching necklaces and otter plushes. Date nights to aquariums and zoos and sanctuaries. Borderline swearing and giggling at his poorly swapped words because he's afraid to say 'fuck'. Sharing embarrassing stories to cheer each other up. Always walking hand in hand. Kisses on cheeks and bear hugs that nearly swallow you whole.
Rhett Abbott: Wayward glances from across the bar and taking his hat off when he introduces himself to you. Spurs jingling as he walks you to his truck and him running ahead to hold the door for you. Watching him search for you in the crowd. Adrenaline-filled kisses that knock you off your feet. Greedily squeezing his biceps and hoping he doesn't catch onto you. Splitting gas station snacks and stopping by to see you while he's running errands. Kissing his bruised knuckles after a bar fight.
Putting his hat on your head and watching the way his eyes darken. Late-night drives and horseback rides across the ranch. Late-night conversations in the bed of his truck. A scruffy cheek squishing against yours to make you laugh. Dancing in the light of his headlights. Staying up late to listen to the thunderstorm rage on. Sleeping on each other's chests and stories about old scars. Matching necklaces and cowboy hats.
Miles Miller: Batting his eyelashes at you and forgetting to say hello. Glances out of corners of eyes and panicking when your eyes meet. Covering his ears during holiday fireworks and shaky hugs after an unexpected loud noise. Matching rings when you start dating. Carnival dates, stealing bites of each other's snacks, and buying a plushie from the store because neither of you could win the games. Sharing books and cozy sweaters. Rubbing your noses together when even kisses feel like too much for him to handle.
Pressing cold feet against each other in bed and giggling when the other yelps. Dissolving into tears over kisses against scars and bearing painful insecurities, all for the other to see. Sucking on butterscotch and seeing who can blow the biggest bubblegum bubble. Open-mouthed kisses across skin and whispering the things you love about each other. Snuggling him because he drank a milkshake, knowing his tummy would get upset later.
Major Major: Lingering glances at each other's lips, heads gravitating closer and closer, too shy to make the first move. Brushes of his hand against yours while you walk together. Knick knacks left on the dash of your car and in the crevices of your home, made just for you. Blurted Iloveyou's and frantic text messages that ask you on a date and the immediate panic that ensues. Him always seeking permission before touching you. Unprovoked compliments and nearly fleeing the room after.
Wide-eyed kisses. Shaky apologies for the hands that have landed on your waist. Matching sock collections and joining him on the floor when he's too nervous to get in bed with you. A handmade ship in a bottle with two little stick-men that resemble you and him. Fingers walking across naked skin. Fighting each other with action figures and fake swords. Toying with your fingers and his jaw dropping every time he lays eyes on you.
Harrison Knott: Being late to your destination and running right smack into each other. Frantic apologies after telling a really bad joke. Sand in your clothes and owning too many sandals to count. Custom Spotify playlists, homemade cassette mix tapes, and collecting CDs at yard sales. Taking polaroids of each other on dates and swearing at the seagulls who snatch your food from your hands. Shameless matching outfits.
Sitting in his lap at a bonfire and feeling his eyes rake over your frame the entire time. Sticking bows from gifts on each other. Deep sea fishing and getting seasick midway through. Him rolling on top of you to keep you from getting up in the morning. Late night skinny dipping and falling into the backseat. Big hands drawing you in for kisses when the whole world is watching.
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— a perfect place to start.
summary: he's finally home.
content: re4 bf! leon x gn! reader
tags: fluff, comfort, mentions of trauma, established relationship, kisses, hugs, caresses and many cute things but not intimate.
(let me know i forgot something!)
author's note: earlier i stumbled across a beautiful artwork of leon which belongs to @karlsteinn and was inspired to do something small and cute, so i hope you like it!
please enjoy your reading) ☁️
᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌«one love, two mouths / one love, one house / no shirt, no blouse»
᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ «just us, you find out»
᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌wrinkled snow white sheets, light aroma of freshness
᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ the edge of the sun flashing beyond the horizon
᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ a warm body at your side
the dark celestial canvas begins to recede, taking with it the night clouds and the last visible stars, a cloudy haze and an unpleasant fog dissolve in the air with the appearance of a scorching sun, which is just beginning to rise in the east and the rays of the sun, breaking through the thickness of the sky in bright stripes and spilling over earth, complete peace plays a leading role in this beautiful phenomenon — it can be interrupted only by the thin voices of birds developing in the wind.
you slowly open your eyes with a fluttering movement of your eyelashes, allowing you to gradually adapt to the light morning light illuminating the room, you sleepily get up in bed and first of all rub your eyes with a light movement, as if trying to remove drowsiness and a light veil before your eyes with one simple movement, finally focusing your vision and turning your head to the side.
Leon — your boyfriend, lay in complete peace on the white sheets while his body was lightly covered with a soft blanket, fluffy locks of blond hair in a tangled manner spread out on the soft pillow while his quiet snoring caused some strands that fell along his face to move after his measured breathing.
bare chest moves in time with each slow breath, while your gaze clung to the lines of his muscles and pronounced collarbones on slightly tanned skin, gradually sliding your gaze to his rather thin waist and the line of his hips, low set boxers with an elastic band by brand name «calvin klein» are visible from under the gray fabric of his home sweatpants, hiding further under the covers.
your arm moves almost automatically and you draw a line from his shoulder down to his elbow, causing him to flinch slightly from the slight tickling and change his position in bed, making him draw out a small sigh and quiet growl, hiding his hands under the pillow and more comfortably crushing it under his head to continue enjoy his long awaited weekend.
a chuckle slips from your lips following his sounds of displeasure, and you run your hand along his waist to outline it and press yourself closer to his body, letting him feel how his skin blooms in hot lines under the pads of your warm fingers, enveloping warmth in the same second when you crawl up to his sleeping figure to a comfortable closeness, continuing to trace his body with your touches as if carving a marble statue.
— «Hmm, it tickles..»
he hums sleepily, his voice deep and guttural just like the words that come out more like a little growl, and you giggle again loosely, one of the many things he can't resist is the way your laughter caresses his ears in the most charming way, and he slowly turns around to face you as his arms protrude from under the pillow and place a light weight on your waist to press you against his chest on his own, forcing your legs to entwine together under the soft fabric of the blanket.
a radiant smile takes place on your lips, fingers find their own place in his thick strands of fluffy hair, tangled between them and in stroking movements squeezing them somewhere on the back of his head, pulling out from his lips a sound that more reminded you of a cat's purr, a demanding sound that in itself tells you how pleased he is with everything that is happening, and you are glad to give him this moment of pleasure, leaving a soft kiss on the tip of his nose
— «Love you too much, Leon»
your voice is a literal whisper, as if trying to keep the silence of the early morning while your other hand is also hiding in his hair, spudding him with pleasant strokes and scratches, watching how the corners of his lips intuitively bend in the most tender smile for you, while his long eyelashes tremble and flutter after his eyes opened, revealing to you a view of his blue and penetrating eyes, all the purity and kindness of his human nature was reflected in his sky blue eyes, and with the appearance of the sun, numerous bunnies began to play in them at all — the reflected rays of the morning ascent.
he looks sleepy and still habitually tired as you run your finger over the dark circles under his thin skin of eyes, seeing how he smiles wider and thus makes you smile back at him before you feel his lips close to your with gooey kiss, delighting you with the feeling of his native warm lips, while he lightly presses his fingers on your waist as if holding you in place, tangling his fingers in your hair in response, kindly feeling the softness of the strands and squeezing them slightly, slightly tilting your head for greater comfort of his tongue pushing through your peach lips, the skin on the cheeks takes on the usual pinkish tint and you somehow exhale with relief, enjoying the way his tongue intertwines with yours in a smooth dance of blossoming warmth in the chest, savoring the familiar sensations before he recoiling and kissing you smeared on the jaw line, again pulling a giggle out of you, watching as he looks at you more cheerfully, muttering viscous
— «Love you too, you just don't understand how much, sweetheart»
you slowly nod, burying your face somewhere in the crook of his neck, letting his aroma fill your nostrils and lungs, provoking fluttering butterflies to swirl from your favorite feeling of comfort, to some extent he is right, you will never know how much he loves you because you did not experience what he experienced — faced with horrors and nightmares that an ordinary person obviously did not dream of, and if they could, then in the most terrible nightmares.
but you are next to him, being for him not only a loved one, but also someone who gives him a feeling of landing and absolute calmness — confidence that no matter what happens to him, no matter how much his knees begin to give way from the oppressive feeling of helplessness and fatigue somewhere between his ribs, strangling with the craving of vile memories and tearing in half the once darned deep inside trauma, you will be here, in a place where you are both safe and where he can always return to drown in a captivating sense of bliss.
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Second Chance - Chapter 2
Masterlist
Warning: mention of chemotherapy and symptoms, mention of death
Word count: 3.3k
Tony held open the door for you to head back into the tower. Exhaustion was the best way to describe how you were feeling. Every part of your body was sore. To your surprise, a small body ran into your legs. You looked down at a young girl with shoulder-length brown hair and eyes identical to yours and Tony’s. “Hi,” you smiled. She blinked up at you. You could see the gears in her brain trying to figure out who you were. “You must be Princess Morgan I’ve heard so much about.” It was a little white lie. The CEO and billionaire kept their daughter out of the limelight as best as possible. But they did announce her birth. She took a step back, glancing behind you to look at her mom and dad.
“Who are you?” She asked. You smiled. Now that was a complicated question as it wasn’t a simple answer. How do you tell a child that you were her sister?
“I’m a friend of your dad's,” it wasn’t a total lie but not the full truth. You didn’t like lying to kids just because they were younger wasn’t a good enough reason to lie to them. “We haven’t seen each other in a long time.”
“Why is that?” One of the reasons you loved kids so much was their thousand and one questions. You heard hurried footsteps walking behind the younger girl. It was the Black Widow.
“Sorry, Pepper,” she said. “This little nugget is very sneaky.” She attacked Morgan’s sides which made the girl dissolve into a fit of giggles.
“Don’t worry about it Nat,” the CEO said. “We are done talking.” Morgan gasped suddenly, bringing the attention back to her.
“If you're friends with my daddy, does that make us friends?” She asked. Ah. The minds of children were so simple, you envied them.
“Do you want to be friends?” You questioned. She nodded, jumping on the balls of her feet.
“New friend, new friend. Let’s go play,” she grabbed your hand.
“Morgan,” Pepper’s voice was stern with a hint of amusement at her daughter but Morgan stopped in her tracks. “You have to ask before you drag someone off.” She sighed, dropping her hand.
“Can you play with me?” She asked. Oh, it was so hard for you to say no to little kids. You saw Pepper speak with eyes, ‘You don’t have to.’ But you nodded.
“Lead the way, Princess Morgan,” she giggled, grabbing your hand again and dragging you off.
*
Pepper watched with a fond smile on her face as the duo ran off. She was surprised by how well you handled everything. You had to be no more than 25 but you walked around with such grace and a positive outlook on the world. She looked at her husband, who has been oddly quiet since they learned of your condition. “Are you okay?” She asked, rubbing his arm. Her gentle touch seemed to snap him out of his trance.
“FRIDAY, please call all available Avengers to the conference room,” he ordered the AI. “Tell them it’s urgent.” He took off towards the conference room without another word. Natasha raised her eyebrow, questioning his odd behavior but Pepper shook her head. It was better to explain it once. She and Natasha walked to the conference room in comfortable silence. There weren’t many Avengers in the tower. Kate and America were on a mission, Yelena was in St. Petersburg, Bruce took a short trip to New Asgard, and Rhodey was in DC with Maria and Nick. Once the fight with Thanos was over, the Avengers went back home and tried to help those who came back. Her mind seemed to wander back to you. Were you part of the population that Thanos’ snapped away?
She remembered reading about Jessica’s passing. Their paths crossed once at a conference in DC and Pepper would have never guessed she had a daughter. A daughter who shared half the DNA with her own. It was a small world.
When Pepper entered the conference room Tony was already standing up front. She chose to stand next to him, offering any support she could give him. “I appreciate all of you coming on such short notice.”
“What’s going on Stark?” Steve questioned.
“It has to be serious. I’ve never seen him like this.” Sam mumbled.
“That’s because it is serious,” he snapped. The Avengers looked at each other, having a silent conversation with one another. They’ve done enough missions together to speak without saying anything. Tony sighed. “Sorry,” he apologized. “As many of you know, Y/n claims to be my daughter. Her mother and I were together before Pepper and I.”
“Where is her mother?” Bucky asked.
“Dead,” Pepper answered. “She died in a car accident a few years ago.”
“She has cancer,” Tony told the team. Pepper could hear the slight shake in his voice showing how much this was affecting him. It was a lot. A stranger showed up, claiming to be his daughter, and telling them she needs help. “Chemotherapy isn’t working anymore. She needs a bone marrow transplant if not she has 6 months to live.”
“Jesus,” Sam mumbled.
“I’m sorry, Tony,” Natasha said. “But I’m a little confused about why you called a meeting to tell us this.” Pepper was with the Black Widow on this. It made sense to tell the team all at once but she saw Tony chew on the inside of his cheek.
“My guess is Mr. Stark is going to ask if you all can see if you are a match for Miss. Easton. Only 2% of the entire population are registered bone marrow donors,” Vision said, leaning back in his chair. “It’s a 1% chance for a parent to match their child, 50% for siblings, and 29%-79% for everyone else.” Tony nodded, resting his hand on his chin.
“I’m asking a lot,” he said. “Especially to help a total stranger but I’m all she has left.”
“You're wrong, Tony,” Wanda smiled. “She has us.” Pepper looked at the Sokovian.
“I’m guessing you knew,” the CEO said. A slight blush rose on her cheeks as she nodded.
“As soon as she introduced herself. For someone so young, she’s not scared.”
*
You glanced over Morgan’s shoulder as you heard footsteps approaching. It was Pepper. “Come on, come on,” she tugged on your arm. “You have to continue the story!” All her toys were laid out in a makeshift battlefield, two sides facing each other. You smiled at the CEO before returning your attention to the young girl.
“So there they stood, the king's men facing the Swarm’s army. The king’s army were strong men who were called forth to protect their homes. But,” you picked up a stuffed animal. It was a dragon, a gift from Natasha and Bucky that Morgan informed you of. “The Swarm didn’t just have men but a dragon that breathed fire,” you noticed Pepper being more interested in the story. You set the plushie down. “The king’s hand steps forward, with the spellbound sword ready to fight the dragon. But a voice in the crowd told him to stop,” Morgan was bouncing where she sat. “The king’s daughter, Princess Phoebe stood forward and took the sword. She faced the army,” You choose one of her Barbie's as the princess, maneuvering her arm to mimic she was holding a sword over her head. “And she said, ‘I will kill the dragon and lead this army to victory. Who will join me?’ But no one stepped forward.” Morgan gasped. “The princess wasn’t worried. She knew she would have to earn the men’s trust. So, she faced the dragon,” You grabbed the plushie. “Alone.”
“What happened? Did she win?” She asked. You sighed.
“It was a long and hard fight,” you paused for dramatic effect. “She killed the dragon, led her father’s army to victory, and became the first Queen to sit on the throne of Krucia.” Morgan jumped up to her feet and cheered at your story's ending. She saw Pepper standing in the doorway.
“Mommy, did you hear?” She ran over to her, throwing her body at her legs. “The princess won! She won!” You smiled at the interaction, it made you miss your mom.
“I did,” the CEO smiled. “What do you say to Y/n?” She let go of her mother’s legs and ran back over to you. You were surprised when she hugged you tight.
“Thank you for playing with me,” you hugged her back. “Can you tell me another story?”
“Maybe tomorrow. I have to come up with another one. Now let’s clean up your toys,” the pout that formed on her face made you laugh. “If Princess Phoebe can beat a dragon you can clean up your toys,” you said, tapping her nose. She sighed but nodded. It didn’t take long for you both to put her toys away and the playroom was soon spotless.
“Morgan,” Pepper said, once the last toy was put away. “Your father wants to see you in his lab.”
“Am I in trouble?” She asked. You stifled your laughter at Pepper’s reaction, not expecting her daughter’s question.
“Did you do something to get in trouble?” Pepper countered. Morgan shrugged, skipping past her mother. You giggled, slowly standing, and ignored the ache in your body. “Not many people get her to clean up her toys. I may have to steal that story.”
“Go for it,” you said, placing your bag on your shoulder. “I have a ton of them.” You smiled. “I draw comic books,” you answered Pepper’s unasked question. “I learned that I can hold a child’s attention longer with pictures instead of words. I bet I’ve made up stories about all of you.” She laughed.
“You’ll have to show us them. I’ll show you to your room.” You followed the CEO to the elevator. She told you that she was taking you to the floor below her and Tony’s. You were grateful they were giving you a place to stay, especially with how tired you were. She must have seen it in your eyes as she rubbed your back and opened the door for you.
You were shocked, yet not surprised to see a small apartment. The door opened to a personal kitchen and a living space. Pepper walked into the living room which consisted of a dining room table, couch, and TV, and opened up the blinds to show the view of the city. “Tony knows how to spend his money for the best views,” you mumbled, walking over to the window.
“You aren’t wrong,” Pepper said, glancing over to you. “He rented out the top of the Empire State Building for date night.” You smiled.
“Romantic.” It was. If you had a partner and the money to spoil them like that you would do the same thing.
“Your room is over here,” she said, leading you down a hallway, past a small closet, and into a bedroom. It was simple. A queen-sized bed was pushed against the wall with a private bathroom and closet. “We’ll make a trip to your apartment to get your things and if you need anything ask FRIDAY. She’ll order it for you.” You nodded, sitting on the bed.
“Thank you,” you said. “I know I came here and turned everyone’s life upside down so I appreciate it.”
“Your family,” she said simply. “Besides with this group it’s the most normal thing,” you laughed which quickly turned into a yawn. “Get some sleep and come find me if you need anything.”
“Thank you, Pepper.” She smiled and left your room. When you heard the door close, you let out a slow breath. You felt a weight lifted off your shoulders on how well today went. But you knew you had to be realistic. Even though they agreed to help doesn’t mean they will be matched. It was a small percentage that Tony would be a match. There was a Plan B. It took a very long time for your doctor to convince you to reach out to the billionaire. Doctor Lucas Carpenter. He was a family friend and he had the honor to watch you grow up, something he liked to remind you every single day. So Plan B was to increase your chemo dosage and the frequency of the treatment.
You rubbed your forehead and emptied your bag onto the bed. You plugged in your phone charger and attached your phone. The pill counter you used was put on the bathroom counter and the rest of your belongings were thrown on the floor to be dealt with later. You climbed underneath the covers, taking off your beanie and throwing it on top of your bag. It wasn’t long before the exhaustion of the day caught up with you and you fell asleep.
*
“Daddy!” Morgan ran into her father’s lap. Tony had just enough time to set the swabs down before catching his youngest. “Mommy said you wanted to see me.”
“And what has Mommy said about running in my lab?” He asked. She smiled.
“But she isn’t here now.” Tony sighed, shaking his head with a soft smile on his face. The billionaire sat Morgan down on his workbench.
“I need you to use your best listening skills,” he tickled right underneath her ears. Her laughter echoed in the quiet lab. It was music to Tony’s ear and a wonderful reminder of the life he had. But it made him wonder what he missed with you. “Y/n needs our help,” he continued once her laughter calmed down.
“Help?” She repeated back to him. “Is she okay? I was just playing with her.”
“She’s sick,” Tony simply said. He wasn’t sure how to explain a topic like cancer to his youngest. He and Pepper tried to shield the darker parts of the world from Morgan and they did their best. But she was smart and knew that sometimes her daddy, aunts, and uncles had to go away to keep the world safe. “And we could help her. Do you want to try?” She nodded. He grabbed two cotton swabs, he purposely didn’t do it with the others so he could show Morgan. “I’m going to do a swab of your mouth like his,” he made sure to get the inside of both of his cheeks. Once he was done, he put it in a bag. “See simple. Are you ready?” He wasn’t going to force her to do it if he didn’t want to. She stared at the cotton swap.
“Will it hurt?” She whispered. Tony shook his head.
“It’ll just tickle,” he said. He wasn’t going to go into detail about the procedure if they were a match. They couldn��t get ahead of themselves. Morgan opened her mouth and Tony quickly swapped both of her cheeks. “There,” he sealed her sample and labeled it. “All done. Thank you, sweetheart. You're my hero.” Morgan shook her head, hugging her father.
“I’m not a superhero, Daddy, you are.” At the moment, Tony didn’t feel like one. He was angry that Jessica kept you from him. Tony kissed the top of her head.
“I love you 3000,” he whispered.
“Love you too Daddy.”
*
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” you heard a calming voice pull you out of your dream state. “Come on. We can’t sleep anymore.” You were awake but you did not want to be. Groaning, you buried your head deeper into the pillow.
“Don’t wanna,” you mumbled. Someone giggled. You opened your eyes, peeking to the side, and saw that it was Wanda. “What time is it?” You asked, flopping onto your back.
“7 o’clock,” your eyes widened. You got to the tower around 1300 and fell asleep around 1430, you did not mean to sleep for that long. “You’ve had a busy day and we wanted you to rest. But dinner is ready and you need to eat.” That was true. You had a small breakfast due to your nerves and the crackers she got you for lunch.
“Thank you,” you said, sitting up. “Give me a second and we can head down.” You walked into the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face.
“We are having lasagna,” she told you. You opened your pill container and pulled out an anti-nausea pill, just in case. “We weren’t sure what you liked.”
“That’s fine,” you stepped out of the bathroom and picked up the beanie on the ground, whipping it off before placing it on your head.
“I want you to know you don’t have to wear a beanie in front of us,” you shrugged.
“It’s second nature to wear it,” you told her as you walked out of your room and to the front door. “Most people stare at me and I get uncomfortable. So who lives on this floor?” You asked her as you waited for the elevator. Wanda explained each floor had 4 apartments and a common space to share. Peter, Kate, and America were on your floor.
“But America is usually in Kate’s room. They’ve been dating for a few months.” Cute. You were excited to meet them. When the metal doors opened, the smells hit you immediately. You scrunch your nose, hiding your disgust as you scratch your nose. It was the worst part of chemo. Not the hair loss or the fatigue, your taste buds and sense of smell changed. Going to grocery stores was a nightmare. It was a common side effect of chemotherapy and it would go away once the treatment was over. But now it was killing you especially since you loved cooking. Cooking was a way to communicate when you didn’t know the language or the way to learn about a different culture. It was a beautiful art form and it was impossible to cook when your senses were out of whack. It changed from day to day. Some foods made you nauseous but a week later it was your comfort food. It was annoying.
Natasha went to hand you a plate but you held up your hand, showing her the pill in your hand. She nodded, placing the plate on the counter. You quickly filled up a glass of water and took the pill. It was the tomato sauce and garlic that were causing your stomach to twist and turn. “Are you okay?” Tony asked. You nodded, filling up the glass.
“Worst part of chemo,” you smiled. “My sense of smell and taste gets all weird.” You put some salad on your plate and opted out of the garlic bread, which hurt because you loved garlic bread. Tony smiled sadly.
“We’ll figure it out, kid,” he said, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. It felt a little weird, receiving comfort from a man that was missing your entire life. You placed your hand on top of yours.
“Yeah, we will.” Morgan wanted to sit next to you. So you sat next to her and Tony and Pepper on the other side of Morgan. Natasha sat in front of you with Bucky next to her. You kept out of the conversation, trying to focus on keeping the food you were eating down.
“So,” Natasha said, directing the table to you. “Tell us about yourself.” You whipped your mouth with a napkin.
“Like what my favorite color is?” You questioned with a teasing smile. Natasha rolled her eyes, mumbling under her breath, ‘Great now there are two of them.’ You laughed. “I was homeschooled until I reached college. I double majored in marine biology and mechanical engineering then I got my doctorate in marine biology. I lived on a sailboat for a little bit.”
“By yourself?” Steve questioned. You nodded, taking the last bite of your salad. You wondered if they noticed your untouched lasagna.
“Aren’t you a little young to be living on a sailboat and getting your doctorate?” You shrugged. Probably.
“I graduated college when I was 15,” you simply said, cheeks burning at their impressed looks. You didn’t like to make a big deal of your accomplishments because you knew you were lucky to have the resources to accomplish everything. But you didn’t miss the proud smile on Tony’s face. And you smiled back.
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