#these people are lucky i actually enjoy making gifs cause i would have stopped ages ago thanks to them
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hobie brown x o’hara!reader
request?: yes
request: “I know you’re probably busy 🙏🏽 but can I request a hobie x reader Where reader is miguels kid but from another universe and we were known as “dangerous” to the multiverse and miguel had to watch over us and we find out while hanging out with hobie and hobie has to comfort us as we try to process the fact that Miguel wasn’t our real dad and just someone keeping the mutliverse safe?
I really hope this makes sense i just don’t know how to make is make sense uk? 😭 💀”
requested by: @millerworld
word count: 1.7k
genre: angst with some fluff
Warnings: language, mentions of childbirth death, big feelings of betrayal, probably horrible spanish, honestly a lot of angst
A/N: apologies for the wait for this one! i love writing angst though so i was rubbing my hands together like an evil lil bitch writing this. i apologize if the spanish is wrong/not how it would actually be said/worded. been a minute since i took a spanish course, so i am a little rusty. please enjoy, and thank you so much for requesting, love! :)
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Ever since you remembered your dad, Miguel O’Hara, was there. Of course, there are certain moments of your childhood you don’t remember, as every child has, but your earliest memory is your dad picking you up and soothing you as you cried at two years old. And ever since then, he was always there. Your friends at school would always say you were so lucky that you had a dad that was so devoted to you, and you agreed. To an extent. See, he was very particular about what he allowed you to do. It wasn’t in a negative way, necessarily, he was just protective. His favorite saying and your least favorite saying in your house was ‘I just want what’s best for you, cariño.’
It resulted in you staying home from school events, friend events, and generally any type of event where your safety could have been compromised. It caused you to be a bit of a loner, always hearing about the parties, the gossip, all of it instead of actually experiencing it for yourself.
Of course, it annoyed you.
It still does.
He’s loosened up a bit eventually, though, allowing you to go to work with him. Which also meant you got to meet many spiders. Quite a few of the spider-people quickly became your closest friends, as it was simpler and easier for your dad to keep tabs on you in Spider Society. Much to his chagrin, you quickly became best friends with Hobie Brown. The two of you were around the same age, and since you were annoyed at your dad and in your rebellious era, you got along swimmingly. A little too swimmingly, actually, which Miguel purposefully chose to ignore for the most part. Until he saw Hobie sucking his little one’s face off. Regardless, Hobie was always quick to validate all your conflicted, annoyed, and even positive feelings about your father. He even helped you come out of your shell and rebel against Miguel occasionally.
Miguel didn’t like this very much, but he also knew that Hobie was still a good influence on you. No matter how many times both of you tried to convince him that he wasn’t. But sometimes, Hobie would talk you into doing things that he very much disliked. Hated, even. And this time was one of those times. While he was out, containing a particularly difficult anomaly, Hobie convinced you to search through Miguel’s personal files on his supercomputer because he bet if your birth certificate would be anywhere, it would be there. When you found a folder with your name, you expected to open it to see some family pictures, hoping for your birth certificate with the name of your mom. Your dad never really talked about your mom, just that she passed away during childbirth. You stopped asking because every time you did, he would get very quiet and a guilty look would appear on his face. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious. So you went into this endeavor excited to see what you might find out. Unfortunately, that excitement didn’t last for very long. See when you opened your file expecting these mundane things, that wasn’t what you were met with.
In fact, that was nowhere near what you found.
You found detailed notes all about you.
“What the hell,” you mumble, scrolling through the various pictures of you as an infant, with two adult strangers. Hobie said nothing, looking at all the pictures and skimming the important parts of all the files you were pulling up with a frown on his face. You stop on a specific picture of a woman holding you in a hospital bed. She was smiling.
And she was very much alive.
Tears immediately start to well up in your eyes as Hobie gently pulls your hands away from the computer. “Think that’s enough a’ that, love,” he says softly. You yank your arms away from him. “No.” You scroll to the next photo, seeing a man you’ve never met before holding you in the same hospital room, with the same strange woman right next to him. The next time you scroll, it’s a detailed account from Miguel about who you are. Notes from your dad declaring you a ‘danger’ and that you ‘must be contained somehow.’ Talk of your biological parents, their names, and how you had to be separated from them before ‘irreversible damage was done to the multiverse.’
You stare at the screen, and Hobie pulls your hands away again, successfully this time. He steps between you and the screens, blocking your view and slowly walking you backward and away from the files. You’re too shocked to say anything, the only thing you can do is quietly cry. Hobie opens his mouth to say something when Miguel’s voice rings out. “What do the two of you think you’re doing?”
The two of you turn your heads toward Miguel, and his annoyed frown turns to one of concern as soon as he sees the look on your face. “¿Qué tienes, mi corazón?” Miguel asks, his voice much softer as he approaches you. Hobie moves, positioning himself between you and your ‘father,’ and scoffs. “Think you got some explainin’ to do ‘ere, mate,” Hobie says, and Miguel looks at him confused. Then he sees what’s on the screen. A look of horrified realization spreads across his face, and he looks at you. “(Y/n), cariño, I can explain.”
“Don’t call me that,” your voice, albeit shaky, finally comes back to you. Hobie turns his attention to you, squeezing the hand you’ve been holding onto for dear life ever since he pulled you away from the computer. “(Y/n)—”
“Who am I? Who are you to me?”
“…Please, let me—”
“WHO ARE THOSE PEOPLE?!” you shout, desperately yearning for your dad to say they weren’t what was said in his reports. But all he does is frown. “They’re… they are your biological parents,” he confesses, and you make a choked noise. Hobie subtly begins turning his watch to his universe, ready to make an escape from your dad at any point. “If you just let me explain—”
“I’m a threat to the multiverse?” you choke out through your tears, “What the fuck does that mean, papá?! If I can even call you that.” Miguel’s jaw clenches. “Don’t forget who raised you.”
“How could I?! How could you?! Is this why you never let me do anything?! Too worried your querido bebecito would destroy the fucking multiverse?!”
“(Y/n). I did it to protect everyone.”
“What about me?! Did you ever plan on telling me?! How is separating me from my family protecting me?!” Hobie places an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer and keeping you shielded by him as Miguel tries to step closer to you. Miguel glares at him, and Hobie glares back. Miguel holds out his hand in a surrendering way. “It was to protect you just as much, if not more, as it was to protect everyone else. If you would just listen—“
“No. No, I’m done listening to you.”
“Cariño—”
“I am not tú cariño. I am not tú corazoón. You are not mi papá,” you say, venom behind your words. You can practically see Miguel’s heart shatter into tiny little pieces.
That was the worst thing you could have ever said to him.
Before he can say anything else, Hobie opens the portal, pulling you through and closing it almost immediately. You find yourself in the familiar atmosphere of his flat. “C’mere, love,” he mumbles, pulling you into his arms. You grip his shirt, sobbing into his chest as he rocks you back and forth, softly shushing you occasionally and rubbing your back. After what feels like hours, but was really maybe a minute, he swiftly picks you up, carrying you bridal style to his bed as you continue to cry into his shirt. He sits down, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head and rubbing up and down your arm. He can’t help but feel guilty for this. If he didn’t convince you to look at the computer…
“Don’t blame yourself, Hobie… please,” you whimper, and he sighs. “Love, you needa stop bein’ so good at knowin’ what i’m thinkin’,” he mumbles, and you look up at him with a soft smile. “Can’t help it. Even your thoughts are loud,” you say, and he snorts. “Chuffed to see the cryin’ made ya feel better,” he says and you shake your head. “I still feel like shit, Hobie,” you whisper, and he frowns. He gently wipes some tears away from your cheeks. “Reckon all ‘at cryin’ has you knackered?” he mumbles, and you nod softly. He lays backwards, maneuvering the two of you to be laying down. The two of you face each other, one of his hands cradling the side of your face while the other soothingly rubs up and down your side. You grip onto his shirt, and he places a soft peck on your nose. “‘m sorry, love,” he says, and you sniffle. “I already told you it isn’t your fault.”
“‘Kay, still feel like it was,” he says, and you sigh. “That’s not important right now,” he mumbles, gently pulling you closer. “What’s important is that I make you feel better.” You look at him, your eyes are still glossy from tears. “Never met someone who looked so stunnin’ when they cry,” he says, gently stroking your cheek. You smile softly, and he does too. “There’s my favorite smile,” he whispers before softly placing his lips on yours. It’s only for a second, but it makes all the pain go away. And you’re grateful for that. Even if it is just for a second. “Get some sleep, love.” He kisses your forehead, tangling his legs with yours and pulling your head into his chest. You relax into him. He was right. The crying was exhausting. Before you know it, you’re asleep as Hobie gently traces shapes into your skin, whispering anything and everything he loves about you to you so softly that if you weren’t really listening, you wouldn’t hear any of it. No one makes you feel protected quite like Hobie does.
And even if it’s just for a moment, thanks to Hobie, you feel like everything will be okay.
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Don't mind me, just talking about Shadow as being on the autistic spectrum, and how his portrayal in the games and anime (before 2010s era) reflected this even if it was never outright stated.
(TIME FOR A CHARACTER ANALYSIS ABOUT SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG)
When I was in high school, I struggled a lot in social situations, I'd go completely stiff and just watch people. I had a "resting bitch face", I never really could have conversations and seemed to just fixate on things. I'd make observations that irritated people. I'd ask "why" a lot. (Asking why or even asking 'obvious' questions seemed to make people think I was questioning their judgment, or that I was challenging them. But no, I just didn't understand and wanted clarification. I still run into this a lot and I wish people would stop assuming I have ulterior motives. I just wanna understand stuff better cause it doesn't connect for me. Even if it seems obvious. I'm the genius that asked my mom why she was crying at her dad's funeral when I was 11. It's not that I didn't understand why Grandpa was gone, I knew he passed away, but it hadn't really landed for me, and my brain registered my mom's sadness before it registered the why.)
I didn't like small talk (still don't) and would rather every interaction have a specific purpose. You'd never catch me at a party and I didn't think drinking or drugs looked fun or interesting. The act of rebelling didn't interest me either. The few interests I did have were something I'd always go back to, and I couldn't function without them. (For me, drawing has always been a huge part of my life and if I didn't have a pencil or pen and paper, then I couldn't hear. I know, very weird. If I were doodling or just even had my sketchbook open, I could study a lot easier. In High school, my teachers started telling me to put the sketchbook away, and my grades plummeted because my attention did, too. Trying to tell them just kind of led to the same old "well everyone else can't doodle so you can't either". I wasn't in any of the special ed stuff because I guess I masked too well.)
Sonic 06 and Sonic X have the same characterization for Shadow, especially in Japanese, and I think that's honestly the best he'd ever been-- he's quiet, he's reserved, he observes and he doesn't like to "waste time". Not because he's edgy, not because he's a jerk or too serious, but because he struggles in social situations and he's more introverted. He doesn't want to be the centre of attention, he doesn't enjoy any of that. Shadow also behaves like an adult, and I'm sure a ton of us on the spectrum have heard that before, that we're very mature for our age. In reality, we can't relate with our peers and have very fixated interests that don't really expand to other things. Limited interests and we just wanna do stuff tied to that. We know so much about that one thing or those things, but those things won't get you ahead in school. Unless you're LUCKY and your fixation is math, oy vey! (My fixation was etymology. I loved learning and knowing where words came from. Useful for 2 seconds in English class, quickly loses its usefulness in a skill-oriented world.)
I don't even think he's naturally boastful, at least he wasn't since SA2 (when he was an antagonist), but Sonic brings out a competitive side in him. Sonic brings out the childhood-self that he lost to trauma and being sealed away. Shadow never got to be a normal kid/adult. He has always had expectations placed on him. I think Sonic really brings out a side of him that even surprises himself. It's why he will even say very often "What am I doing?" or "This is such a waste of time!" but he won't STOP… Because he's having fun and doesn't know how to describe his own feelings. Shadow's the type who'll say "I'm fine" no matter what state he's in when you ask if he's okay. My spouse is like this actually-- I can often tell when he's feeling down, but he doesn't know how to describe emotions beyond functional things like "i'm healthy" or "i'm unhealthy", so he'll say he's fine even if he's having a melancholy day. I struggle with understanding my emotional responses, but not necessarily identifying them. A lot of people on the spectrum do struggle with identifying their emotions beyond empirical things. "Do I feel sick? No? then I'm fine" Shadow is exactly like this. And because his expression is so neutral, sometimes intense, he gets mistaken as being angry or too serious. In reality, he's just standing there. He's not gonna expend energy smiling when he's got nothing to smile about. Why force yourself to emote for people? Especially if it feels unnatural.
Another thing about Shadow being autistic is if he's got nothing to say, then he won't say it. If he wants to leave, he'll leave. Good luck stopping him! But for many actual people it's not an option to leave. We can't just teleport out or skate at lightning speeds like he can, so we have to just sit there and do little coping or self soothing methods to keep ourselves in the moment and calm. We don't often see Shadow stimming in traditionally understood ways, like lip biting or rubbing his arms or fidgeting with his fingers-- but he often stands with his arms crossed. This CAN BE a stim. Feeling the weight of your arms on top of each other, it allows for you to be aware of your own body. I fold my arms a lot in public, because I'm usually playing with the hem of my sleeves, or I'm rubbing my arms or squeezing them. Shadow doesn't seem to do any of that but he's rarely seen without his arms folded.
When his arms aren't folded, he stands so still and just stares at people. He looks completely out of his element. He doesn't seem to have a relaxed stance--until the anime, where he's shown standing with his hand on his hip. Rouge also does this, leading to the popular headcanons that Shadow is unintentionally imitating Rouge-- his masking leads him to identify the most 'normal' person in the room and copy their behavior in order to blend in better. Unfortunately it rarely, in my experience, leads to people NOT thinking I'm weird. Sometimes I'll even start imitating speech patterns or accents and BOY. I don't even realize I'm doing it until it HAPPENS. So embarrassing. But Shadow absolutely imitates everyone around him. We can see him do this even as far back as Sonic Heroes--that scene where he's nodding or shaking his head to whatever Rouge is saying. The scene where Sonic starts getting competitive and Shadow starts kind of imitating his posture and his way of speaking to become competitive with them-- I don't even think he realizes he's doing it. But it also makes sense with his NAME.
His name is Shadow. I think of Peter Pan, where Peter's Shadow can sometimes get away from him. Usually it does everything he does, but sometimes it gets away and does its own things, and Peter has to catch it. Wendy sews the shadow back on in Hook. I think Shadow's name is referencing that as well, that just like a shadow, he mimics those around him. He's watching over them, but also copying them. Learning to blend in.
Another moment I adore is in SA2 (and Sonic X) when Amy Rose hugs him from behind. According to the 2010s era and early IDW, you'd have expected Shadow to push her away or yell DONT TOUCH ME or whatever. But no, he actually just goes REALLY RIGID and doesn't even say anything. It isn't until Amy realizes her mistake that Shadow turns around to look at her, smiling like 'What are you doing???' But in Sonic X, they changed this scene further into autistic territory--
Shadow doesn't even TURN to her. He goes rigid, yes, and his eyes widen and he just stands there looking towards the audience like 8| He's completely OUT OF HIS ELEMENT. He prepared for the mission, NOT to deal with random people HUGGING HIM. He's probably not been hugged since Maria over 50 years ago. We don't even know if Maria hugged him much because Shadow has always seemed pretty touch-averse. I love GIVING hugs and I love receiving hugs but only from people I'm REALLY close to. I don't even like getting hugs from extended family. My spouse? VERY touch averse. He'll get hugs from me but hugging and touch are just not his thing. Shadow is not a huggy person, but he does tend to hold hands.
We know he grabbed and held Maria's hand, running with her-- but we never actually saw that until Sonic X (2003) he can be seen running with her away from the military, and he's holding her hand as he leads her. In Shadow the Hedgehog, Maria often grabs Shadow's hand when telling him things. This is also a grounding method to bring the person into the moment. For me, I feel like I can focus better on what my spouse is saying to me when he holds my hand and it's crowded or busy. Even in our home, if he wants to tell me something, I recommend that he hold my hand or touch my arm so I can focus on him better. This happens with Shadow.
Sonic doesn't tend to hold peoples' hands. In Sonic X he usually just picks people up, but we do see him grab Elise's arm in 06 and run with her. But holding hands? Not really his thing! Shadow does do it more often though. In Sonic X S3, in the episode, Molly's Dream, Shadow's immediate way of leading Molly away from danger is to grab and hold her hand. He even keeps holding her hand until she lets go. It speaks to me the sort of childlike behavior he may still be exhibiting, but not that I'm trying to say that autistic people are more like children. From my experience on the spectrum, I am more childish than my peers. I still react like a kid might to things, and I don't really think like an adult is expected to. I am mentally behind my peers as well, I think my emotional maturity is lower? But it's hard to measure that without a doctor. It's not just about laughing at fart jokes or knowing to pay bills, it's like, how I problem solve is more creatively aligned with kids than it is adults. This is both great and terrible, depending on the situation. A situation that requires math and stuff cannot be solved my way. A situation that involves encouraging kids to try again or be nice to each other, well it's very useful because I can communicate with them on their level (I was a teacher in South Korea for over half a decade, my brain was great for being a teacher but not great for other things).
I think Shadow really gets misread as a mean guy a lot, but he really isn't. I also don't really enjoy the headcanons that imagine him as very outgoing and whimsical when he was on the ARK, and I especially don't like headcanons that infantilize him-- I really don't like headcanons where people infantilize autistic people. We've seen Shadow when he loses his memories a few times. In Heroes, but also in S3 of Sonic X-- his personality is still the same. He's still reserved, he's still quiet, he still struggles in social situations and prefers getting to the point rather than dilly-dallying. I'd argue that he was exactly like that before the incident on the ARK, too. It's just that the incident caused his inner peace to be destroyed. His precious person, Maria, was no longer around and he lost everything all at once. He doubled down on the one thing that made sense: Revenge. But even after all of that was sorted out, he's not gonna just magically be a different person. He's still reserved, he's still serious, he's still "get to the point". If he played FFXIV, he'd only focus on main quests, and never do side quests. He'd never spend money on cosmetics, probably. He's likely a person who values gameplay over story. If the game is broken or the mechanics aren't utilized well, that's probably more what he'd be fixated on than whether the story was good or not. He'd skip through dialogue because he reads fast, even if the dialogue is voiced (my spouse does this and it drives me nuts. SHADOW I BEG OF YOU PLEASE DO IT FOR ME, DISABLE THE VOICE ACTING IN OPTIONS SO I STOP HEARING THE FIRST UTTERANCE OF A WORD EVERY TIME U MASH THROUGH THE DIALOGUE)
Trauma affects people in all kinds of ways. I don't think all autistic people are like Shadow, because autism is a spectrum and no two people present exactly the same, although there will be similarities. Shadow's trauma happened at a time where he barely knew himself already, so that's why it was so easy for him to fixate on revenge, and then he'd be content with dying afterwards because he figured he had nothing left to live for. Finding out he was wrong was the best thing that could have happened to him.
I was really saddened when SEGA decided he was an edgelord who hated everything and had no friends because that's such a horrible read of this nuanced character. In my personal headcanons for Shadow, he's actually very into plants and flowers, because Maria loved the planet so much. And eventually he learns to love the planet because of nature. Shadow's never going to be a people person, in fact he probably still doesn't care much for people as a whole, but that doesn't mean he won't step up when they need his help. Which is why his line in Sonic 06 is still so poignant. "If the world chooses to become my enemy, then I'll fight like I always have." Basically, it really doesn't matter, I've made my choice, I know who I am now and I get to make those decisions. No one else will shake the foundations of who I am.
And because he knows who he is, he doesn't feel the need to repeat it and boast about himself. He's confident, not arrogant. He can be smug and competitive, but that's playfulness, not cruelty. He's quiet and may just straight up walk away while someone is mid-sentence, but that's not because he's evil or intentionally being a jerk-- it's just how he is. He needs to work on it if he wants to have friends, but his friends already understand him very well. They know that he's like that, and from what we saw in The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog, occasionally they forget it's not personal. I'm happy to see them admitting "oh no, I completely misjudged you, I'm so sorry!" because it's been way too long since we've heard the main cast apologize to Shadow for assuming he was a big jerk on purpose.
Knowing the restrictions on how Shadow is written have been lifted, I'm really hoping we can get more of how he's meant to be, the reserved, socially awkward but well-meaning hedgehog we love. Autistic Shadow FTW!
(our experiences and headcanons
may differ, that's okay.)
#character analysis#character meta#shadow character meta#shadow the hedgehog#long post#sonic the hedgehog#sth shadow#shadow autism moments#he's just like me fr fr#sonic headcanons#shadow headcanons
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Heya! I’m not sure if you’re taking requests but can I request a venom!reader x TASM!Peter Parker. Where they would have a Black Cat and Spider-Man dynamic, and at some point they start to get close and the reader stop with their petty crimes. And later in their relationship, one of them ends up confessing (and maybe end up making out? ;))
OUR MOST DANGEROUS CRIME IS FALLING IN LOVE
crime doesn’t make you feel nearly as good as parker does. venom!reader
tasm!peter parker x venom!reader
tw: slight angst, kissing
a/n: i have limited knowledge about venom since i’ve been putting off watching the movies. i read a few of the comics ages ago, so my memory is rusty. please inform me if things don’t make sense! PLEASE REBLOG
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YOUR FEET DANGLE CARELESSLY OFF THE LEDGE OF THE SKYSCRAPER as you observed the bustling city beneath you. The faint sputter of cars and the distant chatter of crowds accompanies your thoughts.
“I knew I’d find you here.”
Most people would whip their head around at the sudden disturbance, but you stay still, unphased by the familiar voice. It was only a matter of time before your friend—Spider-Man, Peter Parker, whatever—showed up for his nightly visit.
You hate to admit it, but over the past few months of battling and reconciling with the superhero, he’s learned quite a bit about you—more than you were willing to share. At first, you were hellbent on committing crime whenever the opportunity presented itself. After all, being infected by a Venom symbiote doesn’t exactly lend itself to charitable acts. You were also determined to give New York’s famous vigilante an even harder time. You enjoyed the endless cat and mouse game—the chase.
Torturing and taunting the hero with your reprehensible actions was entertaining for a while, but soon enough, it lost its spark. You noticed yourself growing empathetic towards the web-slinger, and he began feeling the same towards you.
It was on a night like this where Peter revealed his identity to you in hopes of humanizing himself. It wasn’t a total shock to find out that an 18 year old boy was hidden behind the mask, but he wasn’t exactly what you were expecting either. You ended up sharing your identity with him as well, and after talking for hours, a dreaded soft spot bloomed in your chest.
Crime paled in comparison to time spent with Peter. Of course, you still gave him a hard time, and on occasion, you’d engage in petty theft (for a good cause). You weren’t a completely changed person, but the new, more sensitive and caring, you would be nearly unrecognizable to the old you.
You don’t respond to his greeting; Peter takes your indifferent silence as an invitation to sit beside you. He yanks his mask off his, tossing it behind him without a second thought. It’s just you and him.
“Something on your mind?” He teases, though concern sifts through the cracks.
You shake your head, “Not really.”
“Ambiguous,” Peter chortles, “you gonna tell me what you’re thinking about? Or, are you gonna make me work for it?”
“Hmm,” you pretend to ponder, “I don’t know.”
“C’mon...”
“Making you work for it is so fun,” you smile, glancing the left to discover Peter pouting, “you only get out what you put in.”
“I don’t know why I expect anything different from you.” He sighs in defeat.
“Ha-ha.” You deadpan.
He groans, tossing his head back. “Do I have to beg? Please don’t make me beg.”
“Sounds to me like you’re already begging,” you chide, “you’re so lucky I’m feeling nice today, Spidey.”
Peter’s lips curl into a delighted grin. “Must be a special occasion; I’m receiving mercy from (Y/N),” he prods at you in an attempt to lighten your mood, “seriously, though. If something’s wrong you know you can tell me, right?”
You roll your eyes, fighting the desire to smile just as wide as him. “Yeah, yeah, Mr. Therapist. Whatever.”
“(Y/N)!”
“Right. Sorry,” you mumble, “I’m just really tired.”
“Ah, yes. Crime is very exhausting.”
“You know damn well I haven’t done anything actually illegal in weeks. I’m growing soft.”
“Not soft. Just...considerate,” he pauses, “yeah! Considerate.”
You shake your head at his antics, “God, you make it sound so fucking lame. Good thing you’re cute, Spidey. ‘Makes some of this boring, good-person shit worth it, I guess.”
“T-thanks? I-I mean-you should be doing this because it’s the right thing to do-not just cause you think I-I’m cute,” he halts his sputtering to find you smirking in delectation, “okay, well. Now I understand that you were-that was a joke-and now I’ve just-wow-I made myself sound really dumb.”
“You’re pretty, so it makes up for it,” you push further, “with a face like that you can’t have the brains too.”
A blush creeps up his neck, “I can’t tell if I should be flattered or insulted.”
“Both would be the proper response.” You nod, suddenly in a better mood from flustering Peter.
“Anyway,” He makes an effort to redirect the conversation, “what’s going on in your head.”
“So nosy,” you mutter beneath your breath, hands wringing together. It’s always easy to be this confident, cocky anti-hero around Peter when you’re Venom, but without the symbiote-exterior, it’s just you, (Y/N). You feel vulnerable, “I’ve just been worrying like crazy. It’s stupid.”
“I’m sure it’s not,” he reassures, “tell me.”
You inhale nervously. “It’s just-things have been going really good for me. Honestly, I think my life is the best it’s been since before this fucking parasite bonded to me. I’m less insane than I was before; I’m a better person; I have you,” Peter’s heart flutters at your confession, “I’m just worried things are gonna disappear all of a sudden. I’m worried I won’t be able to control the Venom anymore and I’ll lose everything.”
“You won’t lose me.”
“Peter, you can’t possibly promise something like that.” You chuckle dryly.
“I can,” he affirms, “even if something bad happens—which i’m not saying it will—i’ll help you. I helped you once and I’ll help you a thousand times if you need me. You’re still you, (Y/N). Venom doesn’t take away from that.”
“You’re such a superhero.” You roll your eyes. Peter gasps with feigned offense.
“Is that such a bad thing.”
You shake your head, “No. It used to be. But not anymore.”
“Cool. Good.” He smiles, elated at how surprisingly personal this conversation was.
“Try to look less like a kid in a candy store.” You bite, shoving him slightly. He falters, gripping onto the edge of the concrete wall as if he forgot he was Spider-Man. Falling was no where near a risk for him.
His brows scrunch together. “Right. Sorry.”
“Whatever. You can make it up to me later; I have a few ideas.” You remark suggestively, aching to regain control of the subject.
“I will.” Peter promises.
“Alright,” you nod with pursed lips, uncomfortable with the lull in chatter, “so-“
“I like you.” Peter interrupts with a quick shout.
“Huh? What?!”
“I like you,” he repeats, “in a romantic way. I’m sure you could kind of tell-maybe you were just avoiding it because you didn’t want to talk about it-but I had to tell you, okay? I really like you and I really care about you. I don’t want you to have ever doubt that.”
“Okay,” you whisper, “I won’t-I won’t doubt that.”
“Promise?” He’s naive and hopeful, maybe even stupid for trusting you. But what’s life worth without blind leaps into the abyss and love-struck confessions?
“Yes. I promise,” your pinky entangles with his slender digit, wrapping tightly. “Pink promise.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
“I like you too—in a romantic way.” You mock, slightly uneasy at the prospect of dating, but confident in your feelings nonetheless.
Peter beams, “O-okay. Really?”
“Yes, really. Why do you think I was so willing to abandon my old ways?”
“So you really were only doing this because I’m a pretty face?!” He laughs.
“Maybe,” you hum, twisting your torso to face him. Your eyes trace the bruises and scratches on his face which he sustained from his patrol, “you do have a very pretty face.”
“Thanks. You do too.”
Peter leans in closer, slipping his lips onto yours. They move in tandem as your bodies slide closer, chests itching to be flush with one another. He cradles your face with firm hands, craning your neck to breathe you in. It’s a contest of who will consume who first. You hate admitting defeat, but Peter is definitely holding a steady lead.
Yeah, you think as a low groan escapes his throat. He’s worth it all.
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Sugar & Spice
Pairing - Soft!Dark Frank Adler x Soft!Dark Reader
Warnings - 18+ Minors DNI!!! NSFW. Dubcon (sex on drugs), Edibles, Smut - fingering, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, mentions of stalking (past reference), Explicit Language.
A/N - This is my first ever smut written for the Panty Slayer aka@stargazingfangirl18 for her Soft Dark Challenge. Siri I hope you enjoy this absolutely twisted piece of filth. There is (almost) no fluff in here so if that's what you follow me for maybe just skip this one....or don't 😉
Double beta'd by my babes@americasass91 and @donutloverxo cause I'm an insecure hoe.
Adorable divider by @firefly-graphics
Summary - You and Frank have been longing after one another forever. A little mix up is what finally causes you two to break.
Word Count - 5.6K
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You fluff your hair in the mirror, tilting your head to the side you sigh to yourself. You’re wearing a low cut tank and your shortest jean shorts. The ones that teeter the line between acceptable and inappropriate. You look nice, but not too nice. You don’t want to seem like you're trying too hard.
A knock at the door catches your attention and you rush to it, then force yourself to slow down and take a deep breath before you open it.
“Hi.” Dark hair, kind eyes and a shy smile. The man standing in front of you is none other than Frank Adler - full time heartthrob and part time handyman.
“Hi Frank” You try speaking in the most casual voice you can muster.
“Come on in!” Swinging the door open you step to the side attempting to make room for his tall, broad frame.
“Thanks again for coming. I really appreciate it.” You begin but Frank quickly cuts you off.
“You know it’s no problem sugar, I’m happy to help.” He insists as he flashes you one of his signature smirks. You feel your cheeks heat at the pet name, he always calls you that but it never gets old.
“I know, I just feel like I’m taking advantage.” you trail off
“You are not taking advantage. I promise.” Frank reassuringly rubs your shoulder and even though it’s the world's most platonic gesture you practically purr at the contact.
“So you said it was the sink in the bathroom?”
“Yeah it will not stop leaking, I’ve got a bucket and towels all set up in there already for you”
“Alright I’ll get started then”
You go back to the kitchen while Frank fixes your bathroom sink. You’re actually really lucky it started leaking. You thought you were going to have to bust up the water heater to get him over here. Getting him to fix things for you seemed to be the only way to get the man’s time and attention.
At first you had him fixing things at the shop, but that was much too public. There were always people around and work to be done, you never got a second alone with him. Then one day he offered to fix a window at your house you mentioned was broken and voilá! You found your solution.
At your house it was much more intimate. He would be handy, helpful Frank and you would be in the kitchen working on new recipes for your shop. It was so domestic, like you two really were a couple! You immediately perk up thinking about it. Smiling brightly while kneading your dough. It was so much easier to get lost in the fantasy when he was here.
Eventually if things go according to plan, Mary will be here too. Which is fine. You absolutely adore the little girl. When that day finally comes it will be absolutely perfect!! All 3 of you, one happy family. Well, until you and Frank start adding more additions of course. Then you’ll be even happier! Sighing dejectedly, your smile deflates and your shoulders slump. You thought after Miss Bonnie Stevenson left town it would have been easy. Yet still here you are months later and nothing.
You had been telling Boonie for ages about your cousin but she would not take the bait. Working at a boarding school in the middle of Texas apparently wasn’t her dream job even if it was triple the pay, with better benefits. You tried to tell her how great it was but she didn’t want to hear it. Apparently she didn’t get into teaching for money, she did it “because she loved helping kids learn.” Yuck. Thinking about it makes you want to gag. You roll your eyes to no one in particular, then smirk as you realize it doesn't matter anymore. You had been working on a plan to get rid of her when you received the greatest gift. A stalker. You still aren’t sure who it was, but they saved you a lot of trouble.
Bonnie was terrified as soon as she found the first note. After a couple of weeks she practically begged you to call your cousin. She was so scared, the look on her face! It was priceless. Not to mention how jumpy she was, especially towards the end. It was hilarious to watch. And Frank, your sweet, sweet Frank well he wasn’t exactly torn up to see her go. Turns out it wasn’t very serious. He “didn’t really expect it to go anywhere.” His words not yours.
Of course Bonnie leaving didn’t magically solve all of your problems - since Frank still went out almost every Friday night. Once you heard Frank was back to his old ways you made it a point to also start frequenting the bar on Fridays. It was great the first night, he ignored everyone else and you spent the whole night together. You talked, drank, laughed; it was like you were the only two people in the world. He even walked you to your door and left you with a lingering kiss on your cheek. Frank was such a gentleman.
This went on for a few weeks. Then one day you got held up at the shop. When you arrived at the bar, you saw Frank with some fake boobed bitch crawling all over him. It made you furious! He wasn’t supposed to be trolling for hussies, he was supposed to be with you! Men. They don’t know what’s best for them.
Of course you’re not one to back down from a fight. Which is why last week you went to the bar again. Only this time you showed up with a date. Frank didn’t know what hit him. You ignored him for the better part of an hour - pretending like you didn’t see him. Eventually he got fed up and left...completely alone.
Well it worked...kind of. Frank had been coming around even more. Things were progressing nicely but a little too slow for your liking. You had to get a way to make Frank finally make a move, a real move. You belonged to him, all you needed was for him to finally claim you.
You finish placing your cinnamon rolls in the pan, leaving them to rise. Then you go and grab your cookies out of the oven.. At that exact moment Frank enters the kitchen.
“It smells absolutely amazing in here sugar. Those look delicious.” You’re bent over leaning into the oven with your ass in the air and Frank is really appreciating the view. He licks his lips and adjusts himself before you turn back and look at him.
You turn around and start placing the treats on a cooling rack. You assume he’s talking about the cookies, so focused on your task you don’t notice the way his eyes have darkened.
“Thanks. Cookies are done, but they have to cool. Plus I started a batch of cinnamon rolls. I know they're your favorite.” You give him a shy smile.
“All that sounds delicious sugar, you didn’t have to do all this for me.” Frank insists.
“Well…” placing your oven mitts down, you move closer to the bearded man “It’s the least I can do since you won’t let me pay you for your services.” you slide over to Frank cocking your hip and raising a brow at him.
“Trust me sugar, anything you make is worth its weight in gold.” Frank chuckles, stepping away from you to grab water from the fridge.
“Well, try not to get too excited, mister, not all of these are for you. Some are for Mary and Roberta.” You step back and toss a wink at him “I’ll be right back. You,” pointing an accusatory finger at him, you add “leave those cookies to cool!” Turning, you saunter off down the hall. Making sure to throw an extra sway to your hips...just in case he’s watching.
“Alright, alright” Frank throws his hands up in faux innocence. Man does he love coming over to “fix” things up for you. Not only do you bake him the most mouth watering delicious treats, but you only seem to do it in low cut tanks and short shorts making his mouth water for a whole other reason.
The second he laid eyes on you, Frank knew he had to have you. He met you one day at the bakery, going to pick up an order for Roberta. He saw you as soon as he walked through the door. You were cute as a fucking button. Head thrown back laughing at something with a smidge of flour on the side of your neck. He’d never forget the sight of you. Your apron was folded over so it only covered your waist, so when you bent down and leaned into the display case Frank got a nice long look at your tits. When it was finally his turn at the counter you flashed him a dazzling smile and his fate was sealed. Walking out of the shop he vowed one way or another you would be his.
Frank wasn’t going to lie. You drove him absolutely crazy, but still he wouldn't give in not yet. He easily could've gotten you into bed by now. He knew you wanted him, it was written clear as day on that gorgeous face of yours. All he had to do was say the word and he had no doubt you would spread your legs and let him take you in every way he’s imagined...but where's the fun in that? No, he wanted to break you. Make you so hot and desperate for him, til you couldn’t even consider anyone else. He’d wait as long as it took, cause once he had you he wasn’t planning on letting you go.
But damn was his girl impatient. He estimated about 45% of the problems he’s “fixed'' have been genuine. Hmmm, maybe 50%, this house was pretty old. At first he offered to fix a few things around the shop, but that wasn’t enough so he offered to fix a stuck window at your place and ever since he’s been running around like crazy. You were going through a lot of work to break things for him to fix. But no, him being your handy man wasn’t enough.
He was technically still sleeping with Mary’s teacher when he met you. But seeing as he wasn’t in a rush he figured no shame in keeping things going with her on a casual basis. Well, his girl did not like that one bit. Trying to get Bonnie to move to Texas? His girl was so feisty, it was absolutely adorable. At first Frank didn’t care one way or the other if Bonnie stayed or went, but she started getting a little too attached so Frank took care of it. The “stalker” idea he had actually gotten from you - you do love your crime shows. It actually worked better than he thought. Bonnie was long gone.
Of course he wasn’t about to let you off that easily, so he kept trolling the bar. Honestly he wanted to see how far you were willing to go. He let you get cozy with him a few times then he purposefully went home with some rando, simply to see how you’d react. He picked a girl with an ass that reminded him of yours, he wanted to at least try and enjoy himself. Of course he didn’t expect you to go out and find some limp dick prick to go out with. Frank had to watch from the bar while the two of you got cozy on the same side of a booth facing directly at him. You let that filthy animal put his grubby hands all over you. The mere thought of it made Frank want to hunt the bastard down.
When you were finally his he was definitely going to punish you for that little stunt. Although his girl was such a minx - she probably loves a good spanking. He hums to himself at the thought of you bent over his knee and begging. Your slick dripping onto his thigh.
Honestly, Frank didn’t have to wait much longer. Grabbing a still warm cookie he bit into it, the flavors instantly overwhelming his senses. Christ could his baby bake. Maybe he’d convince you to bake in nothing more than a frilly apron. He can picture it - you putting a tray into the oven, your ass and pussy on display for him. Him tossing you on the counter and making you come as many times as possible before the timer goes off.
Jesus if he didn’t reign it in soon he’d cream in his pants at the mere thought of you. This has been going on for far too long. Frank craves you more and more each passing day. He hadn’t seen you in over a week. That's why he had to sneak in and mess with your faucet. He needed time with his girl. It was supposed to be pretty hot next week…. maybe he'll bust your AC next so you’re hot, sweaty and begging for relief….
Making your way back down the hall to the man you were determined to impress, Hopefully Frank didn’t think anything weird about how long you were gone. You wanted to readjust the girls, and pop a breath mint…. you know just in case. And yes maybe you put on some slightly tinted chapstick, but in your defense lipstick would have been way too obvious.
Reaching the end of the hall you stop short.
“OHMIGODFRANK!!” Frank startles at your reaction. So wrapped up in his fantasy he didn’t hear you come back down the hall.
“What, what’s wrong?” He immediately stops mid chew looking around for danger.
You rush up to him and grab his hand with what's left of the cookie he was munching on.
“How many of those have you eaten…” You ask slowly, eyes wide with concern.
“Only this one. Why?” He looks down at his hand, your smaller one wrapped tightly around his wrist
“I didn’t think it was a big deal you said they were for me. They’re my payment, remember?” Hesitance and concern creep into his voice.
“Yes, most of them are for you and Mary….the rest are for Roberta…” You trail off.
“Alright I’m sure she won’t care. You can just give her one of mine.”
“Frank!” you cut him off letting go of his hand and slapping your forehead. “The ones for Roberta are different, she asked me to make them special for her… to help with her arthritis….” You trail off hoping he'll catch on. You begin to pace and when all he does is stare at you in confusion you throw your hands up and shout.
“THEY’RE EDIBLES FRANK. EDIBLES. I MADE HER POT COOKIES!”
“Wait WHAT!?” Frank looks at you wide eyed then looks down at his hand “ohh fuck…”
“Yeah...”
“Ok.” Frank plops himself down on the couch, tossing his phone on the coffee table
“Mary’s friend will drive her home after school. She’ll stay with Roberta tonight and I’ll pick her up in the morning.” He says with a sigh, hanging his head in his hands.
“What if it doesn’t wear off by then…?” You ask hesitantly from your spot in the kitchen, worry etched onto your face.
“How strong did you make these?” He looks up at you in shock.
“Well I don’t know! I don’t typically cook with cannabis and it’s not like you can find a recipe for it in Betty Crocker. I was winging it. I didn’t really have a plan.” You explain.
“Alright” Frank chuckles. “Well it’s not even 1pm. It should be fine.”
“Well, you’re welcome to stay here until you sober up.” You tell him. Breaking a cookie in half and grabbing a napkin, you join him on the couch.
“Yeah, considering you drugged me, I had already planned on it” Frank scoots over to make room for you.
“What exactly are you doing?” He asks when he realizes what you’re holding.
Looking down at your cookie you look back up at him with innocent eyes.
“What? I’m not going to let you get high on your own. Why should you be the only one who has fun?” You say taking a bite, mouth half full you continue “Besides it’s important to try the product before you sell it.”
You’re laughing so hard, tears are beginning to slide down your cheeks. Frank is entertaining you with stories of his college days.
“Oh god” you say between gasps. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m dead serious. He was high as a kite running around naked as the day he was born. We had to chase him halfway across campus!” Frank is laughing right along with you. He sees you wipe away your tears of laughter and he can’t help but hope he’ll get to see you cry one day for a whole other reason.
“Last time I smoked pot was with my Ex, nothing too memorable” You say with a giggle.
“Hmm” Frank tries not to have too obvious of a reaction to your statement.
“Yeeeaaahhh'' you draw out the word. “He was a complete pothead. Most of our dates consisted of me driving him around trying to find a cure for his munchies. I dumped him after I realized he couldn’t even get it up without a hit of his bong” You pout.
You don’t know why but now you're heartbreakingly sad. Not over your ex, but over how long its been since you actually had sex. It’s been a while. Even longer since you had really good sex. Isn’t that so sad! Turning your frown towards Frank you lock eyes and you can feel it all the way down to your toes. You know without a doubt Frank would be amazing in bed. If only you could get him there.
Frank looks at the adorable pout on your face and he can’t help it. He has to touch you. He reaches forward and pulls on your plump bottom lip with his thumb. He’s about to tell you exactly how he intends to wipe the sad look off your face when you suddenly jump back.
“OMG!! MUNCHIES!!!” you squeal then take off running towards the kitchen stumbling on your trek.
You forgot about your cinnamon rolls. Lucky for you they only take 20 min to bake so you popped them right in the oven.
You were sitting directly in front of the oven. Mumbling to yourself “20 minutes to bake 10 to cool” over and over again.
“God sugar, you're adorable” Frank was leaning on the island behind you watching you sing your little song. You didn’t hear his comment but that’s ok he was happy just to watch. You were sitting cross legged singing to yourself and swaying a bit from side to side. It was quite a sight.
The timer went off and the pure elation that came from you was unreal. You squealed and grabbed oven mitts to pulling out the pan, placing them on the island.
You put on your serious face and looked directly at Frank “Now they need 10 minutes to cool while I make the frosting and then we plate them”
“We what?”
“We plate them!? We have to make them look nice for the judges, Frank!! Don’t you want to win?”
11 minutes later the two of you were digging into the tray with nothing other than a couple of forks.
“Ughh so good,” Frank said with a deep moan.
Licking your lips you watched him swallow the bite. Who knew watching someone eat could be erotic? “Oh” You let out a small gasp.
Frank opened his eyes looking directly at you. There was a sudden hunger behind his gaze and you didn’t think it was about your buns.
It felt as if he was looking through you. It was so intense, your whole body was heating up. It felt like time slowed down as Frank reached his hand out to you.
His thumb grazed your cheek gently and you leaned into it as if it were a caress. Eyes half closed you almost missed it. You looked up through your hooded lashes to see Frank sucking his thumb directly into his mouth. He moaned around it, his eyes never leaving you.
Humming Frank pulled his finger out of his mouth. “It’s sweet sugar, but I bet it’s not as sweet as you.”
His words broke your trance. All these months of wanting, teasing, flirting and the endless chivalry. You’d had enough. You wanted him now and you weren't going to let anything stop you.
Like a rubber band that’s been pulled too tight you snapped. You threw yourself at Frank, mouths colliding. The kiss was hungry and frantic. All teeth and tongue. There was nothing gentle in either of your movements. There was only desire, an endless thirst you were desperate to quench.
Quickly moving from his lips to his neck tearing at his shirt you only broke contact to pull it over his head. You immediately got back to work. Kissing down his neck working your way down his chest all the while tugging and pulling at his belt and pants.
Frank groaned low and deep. You were working your way down his body. Your fingers tracing over his abs as your lips worked their way down his neck.
“Sugar, baby” he tried to tell you. Wanted to pull you back up so he could spend more time worshiping your lips. As far as he’s concerned he didn’t spend nearly enough time kissing you, he wanted to taste more. He wanted to trace every inch of you with nothing other than his tongue till it drove you absolutely mad.
He was trying to tell you all this. but the words died in his throat as he watched you get down on your knees.
You kneeled down in front of him and ripped his belt off like it was offending you, and it was. It was in between you and a very coveted prize. Before popping the button on his jeans you looked up at Frank.
Christ. His girl was down on her knees, chest heaving looking up at Frank with this sweet look and he swears he almost came on the spot. She started biting her lip and Frank knew exactly what she needed.
He pulled her bottom lip with his thumb again but this time he didn’t stop, easing his thumb into her eagerly awaiting mouth. He quickly replaced it with his pointer and middle finger and she started sucking on them like her life depended on it.
Grabbing his wrist you hollow your cheeks and push back till he hits your throat. Moaning around his fingers, you close your eyes and imagine it’s his cock between your lips. The mere thought of it making your pussy throb with need.
In that moment Frank knew he wasn’t going to let her suck his cock. Because when he finally did get her mouth he was going to make sure she choked on him till he was coming down her throat. And his girl was going to swallow every last drop. Or maybe he’d cum on her gorgeous face and tits, painting her with his seed….
Either way it wasn’t happening, not right now. Because absolutely nothing would stand in the way of him coming in her tight wet heat.
Frank removed his fingers and she whined at the loss, but it was immediately cut off by a squeak as he manhandled her to stand back up. Pulling her into another kiss Frank began dominating her mouth.
With one hand Frank grabbed the back of her head. He spun her fast, her back hitting the counter. Then he picked her up by her ass and placed her on top of it. Shoving everything off the side and down to the floor. There was going to be a mess to clean up later but neither of them cared.
You pulled Frank by the neck when he tried to pull away and you were rewarded by him moaning into your mouth. He worked your tank top straps down your arms as he leaned over whispering in your ear.
“Fuck baby, I love coming over here. Watching you strut around in these sorry excuses for clothes. All for me, isn't that right sugar?” He began kissing your neck, quickly finding that spot right below your ear causing you to melt.
“Yes'' You cried. He’d pull down the cups of your bra enough to give him access and he began tweaking your nipples as he whispered sweet filth in your ear.
“That’s what I thought beautiful. Watching you bend over the oven in these shorts, gets my dick so fucking hard. Tell me sugar, do you taste as sweet as the treats you make me? Cause I bet you taste even better” Frank pulled back and immediately started working your shorts down your legs.
You were electrified by his touch, his words, the feel of his breath. You were going out of your mind. You were afraid this desperation would consume you.
“Frank please” you begged for something, anything. You were desperate for him.
“Don’t worry baby I’m going to make it all better.” Shorts now thrown on the floor somewhere Frank took about 5 whole seconds to appreciate his view and then he dove in licking a strip up your slit.
You cried out your hands immediately going into his hair. “Ohhh god” you were beyond turned on. His one lick had your knees shaking and your pussy quivering.
Face buried in your weeping cunt, Frank dipped his tongue into your channel, lapping up all your sweetness. Wanting to taste the very center of you and it was better than he ever imagined. You were so wet your slick had begun to drip down your thighs and it was all for him. The noises you were making, those sweet little sounds they were driving him wild. He shoved two fingers inside you.
“So fucking tight” He groaned as you clenched around him. He started pumping his fingers in and out latching his lips around your aching clit.
Throwing your head back on a sob you begin grinding your hips on Frank's hands and face. It's been so long and he felt so good but it was doing nothing to quench your desire. You want more. You need all of him. You feel like you might actually die if you don’t get him inside you.
Frank was alternating between licking and sucking on your precious bud when you began to whine. “Please Frank, please” you’ve never been this desperate in your whole life, “Need more. Frank please.”
Frank lifts his face to look up at you. You see his face dripping with your slick and let out a pornorgaphic moan as you clench around his fingers.
“More huh?” Frank teases as he curls his fingers inside you. “What’s wrong baby you don’t want to come on my face?” His fingers find the spot they’ve been searching for and when he hits it your hips start to grind even harder against his hand.
“No Frank, want you, want you, want you….” You’re babbling. Unable to form sentences, you feel as if your brain is melting inside your skull from the heat. But you need his cock. You need it more than you need air, you just can’t seem to tell him.
“Hmm” He says, still working your sweet spot with his fingers, “Tell me what you want sugar.”
“FUCK” You scream. You are so close but you don’t want to come not yet, not like this.
“Fuck I need your cock. Please I wanna feel you fill me up. wanna cum all over you. Please, please, please, please” You’re absolutely frantic, tears start to well up in your eyes.
Frank had a plan. Before all this he had a plan. He was going to stretch you out, make you come on his hands and face at least twice, maybe three times. But now he has you here, spread open for him dripping like a fucking water fall. Begging for him, tits out, chest heaving tears welled up in your pretty eyes. Fuck the plan, he’s going to give you exactly what you need.
“”Alright baby” He begins to slow his hand.'' You want my dick? Wanna cream all over my cock?”
“Yes, yes, yes” You chant.
Removing himself from your sweet pussy Frank stands up straight pulling you forward. You whimper at the loss of his touch but are immediately placated when he kisses you hard. Tasting yourself on his tongue you both moan into the kiss. Your fingers are back in his hair as he pulls out his cock giving it a couple pumps. He lines himself up and fills you to the hilt in one powerful thrust.
You both cry out at the feeling of him inside you. You feel yourself stretch around him. He is so big he’s reaching places inside of you you didn’t even know existed.
“You’re fucking tight for me sugar. This pussy was made for me, baby. You’re mine now. You understand? All mine.” Frank says as he begins to pound into you.
“Please, please” You begin to cry, you’ve never been this full. Tears are flowing down your cheeks and you’re mewling in his ear, completely lost in the sensations he's giving you.
“Feels so good it makes you cry sugar?” Frank says as he continues to impale you on his length. Hard and fast hitting all your spots. He can feel you giving yourself over to him.
You’re overwhelmed and overstimulated. Drowning under all that is Frank you swear to God you’ve never felt this good in your whole life. This is how it always should have been. You’ll never have anyone but him. The two of you belong together, this confirms it.
His hips never falter in their movements as he begins to twist and tweak your nipple. Loving the reaction you give him, he leans forward and takes the other in his mouth. He starts sucking and lapping at your tits, playing you like a fiddle. He didn’t think it was possible but you clench even tighter around him.
He’s close and knows you are too.
“Damn sugar you feel incredible squeezing ‘round my cock like this. Squeezing me so tight you’re gonna make me cum.”
You release a whorish moan at his words. You lift a hand to his shoulder attempting to give yourself more leverage to move your hips in time with his powerful thrusts.
“Is that what you want, sugar? Want me to fill up this greedy little cunt of yours?” He started bucking into you even harder. “I want that too. Want to see me flowing out of this gorgeous little pussy.” He brought his hand down to where the two of you were connected and started rubbing at your clit.
“But first baby I need you to cum. Can you do that for me? Can you cum all over my cock?”
Hearing his words are what push you over the edge. You shatter around him. Sobbing out. You were exploding. Fireworks were bursting behind your eyes as you had the biggest orgasm of your entire life. You felt it in every nerve in your body. Quaking there you lost all control of your faculties, but Frank never faltered. He kept pounding into you and rubbing your clit. Your grip on him tightens again as one orgasm rolls into two when you feel him release hot thick ropes of cum inside you.
It was late. Frank wasn’t sure exactly how late but it didn’t matter. His girl was sleeping on his chest as he drew patterns on her naked back. He really did a number on her. After the first round in the kitchen he took her to bed where he made her cum on his mouth twice before he fucked her again. He made her watch in the full length mirror across the room as he fucked her from behind. She came so hard she nearly passed out.
Then they showered and his sugar got down on her knees and choked on his cock till he came down her throat. Yeah, he’d let her rest for now. He planned to have her again in the morning before he had to go get Mary. Not to mention the shop was closed tomorrow so she better enjoy the break cause he was going to have her in every way he’d imagined.
Kissing the top of her head he reached for a cookie on the nightstand. Taking a bite he had to hold back his laugh. Pot cookies for Roberta and her “arthritis”. His girl was so desperate for him, she actually tried to drug him. Munching on the treat he smiled. The clever little minx was probably extremely proud of herself. Of course she was high as a fucking kite, never even realized Frank was sober the whole time. Shaking his head, he decided he didn’t want to burst her bubble. He’d go ahead and let her believe she won this round.
After all she went to such great lengths to get him, and he had zero intentions of letting her get away.
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Harley Quinn x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2,703
Summary: Like Icarus she had flown too close to the sun and fell-- though you were certain the fall Icarus suffered from wasn't a descent into madness. It was unfortunate that she had always been your own sun. Always pulling you in no matter how far you may go to escape. You just hope you won't get too close this time. As you were sure this fall would be the greatest of all.
Notes: I saw this idea floating about and decided to give it a try. Hopefully it isn't too disappointing for you all. This is going to be left open-ended in case you all want more in this universe, which I don't know if you will. (You knew Harley Quinn before she was Harley Quinn. You were rivals, in whatever capacity, and she always beat you. Until suddenly you were her therapist at Arkham.)
I also got the idea from @kiraimagine. (Wanted to give credit where credit is due as this idea was a really good one and I enjoyed writing it.)
Warnings: Mental illnesses as depicted in Arkham.
The tale of Icarus was one that you were familiar with. How he had dreamed of something for his entire life and that had ended up being his downfall. Flying too close to the sun, despite the many warnings beforehand, and his plummet back to Earth. It was a tale that you associated with personally. For you were Icarus-- wanting something so bad that you would do anything to achieve it. No matter how far you would fall because of it.
Harleen Quinzel was your sun.
You had known her for most of your life. Meeting on the playground at the start of fifth grade-- you had tripped over something and ended up sprawled in front of her and her friends. Her golden-white locks pulled back into a loose ponytail as she stood above you. Her blue eyes mocking as she took in your expression. You had scrambled to your feet with fumbling apologies escaping your mouth. Your face became as red as the shirt she had been wearing. Despite your efforts, however pathetic they may have been, she had barely given you a second glance before walking away. Her ever-loyal posse following along like lap dogs. And, even as you turned to head back towards your friends, you couldn’t get her bright blue eyes out of your head. Making you feel like you were falling all over again.
From then on a rivalry was born between the two of you-- whether you were aware of it or not. You were a person that wasn’t even in the same galaxy as her radar and suddenly you became the direct center of it. Whatever things you took interest in, Harleen always followed. Of course, it always looked like a complete coincidence that she ended up taking the same courses as you. Always excelling at everything she put her mind to-- you in a close second.
Even as you aged, going from knobby-kneed kids to maturing teenagers, Harleen had made it her mission in life to always one-up you. To always make sure that she was around no matter what. The first day of your sophomore year had been a clear indicator of that fact.
The crowded hallways of Gotham High were roaring with life. From incoming freshmen that were trying to get their bearings to returning seniors that were establishing their claim as the rulers of the school. You just rolled your eyes at all the showboating that was going on as you made your way to your locker. A hand clutching on your bag as you were jostled for the millionth time by a football player.
Finally catching sight of your locker was like a breath of fresh air. A small sliver of sanctuary that you needed within the bustling halls. However, as quickly as the happy feeling appeared it vanished without a trace at the sight of the woman leaning against the locker adjacent to yours.
Harleen Quinzel-- in all her glory.
Light blonde hair falling loosely past her shoulders. Painted lips pulled into a smirk as she listened to the jock standing before her. Though you could clearly tell she wasn’t actually listening. As her, normally sharp blue eyes were dull at the incessant rambling of the boy.
Hoping that you could quickly open your locker and deposit everything before she noticed, you slowly made your way towards them. Seeing that she was still distracted by the jock, you felt a small smile tug at your lips. Glad that at least something was going your way today.
You shouldn’t have celebrated so early.
The moment you made contact with your lock a perfectly manicured hand appeared on top of yours. Your heart-stopping at the feeling of her smooth skin on yours. Your wide eyes meeting her devious blue as she smirked at you. Numbly you noted that they were once again the sparkling blue that you were so familiar with. Though you couldn’t find it within yourself to celebrate the fact. Not when she was leaning towards you ever-so-slightly.
“Y/N,” she purrs. “I was wondering when you were going to show up. The school is not the same with my best girl gone.”
For a moment you actually think she cared for your wellbeing, but the glimmer in her eyes made you think otherwise. Your lips thin into a line as your annoyance grows. You didn’t think you had the patience to deal with her today.
“What do you want, Harleen?”
A faux look of hurt flashed across her face. “I’m wounded that you think I need something from you, Y/N.” Her other hand rubs your arm-- you try to desperately ignore the goosebumps that appeared because of the action. Though you were certain she was aware of it-- if the look on her face was anything to go by. “I was just wondering if you knew that we were both in the same AP classes?”
Your stomach drops at the news. Her devious smile only causes your nerves to fray even more. “How? I changed my schedule three times.”
Harleen shrugs. “Looks like it was a match made in heaven.”
You shake your head with a frown starting to furrow your brow. “No, I know you did something. There’s no way we accidentally ended up in the same classes again.” Your annoyed gaze meets her amused one. “Why? Why do you like doing this to me? Don’t you have better things to do?”
At your questions, her smile falls from her lips. A sharp look flashing across her face as she leaned closer to you-- almost to the point of her nose brushing against yours. You wanted to take a step back but the hand on your bicep stopped you. You had never seen Harleen look so angry before. Even if she wasn’t completely showing you everything she was feeling. You could tell by the darkening of her eyes-- an almost desperate quality hiding underneath.
“I think you know exactly why I do what I do,” she hisses. “You just refuse to see what’s standing right in front of you. You choose to be blind to everything.”
Her voice elevates slightly towards the end of her sentence. An almost shrill quality to her tone that you had never heard before. It causes a small wince to flash across your face. Your eyes glancing towards the other occupants of the hallway. You didn’t want anyone to be listening in on this… whatever this was.
Harleen, noticing where your attention had diverted to, seems to pull herself together as she takes a step back from you. Her hand finally releasing your bicep out of the death grip she had imprisoned it in. Though the same darkened expression in her eyes remained even as she smiled at you.
“But that’s no matter,” she continues in a calmer tone. As if her outburst had never happened. “Just know that until you realize what you’ve been blind to I’ll always be here.” Harleen inclines her head ever-so-slightly towards you, her voice dropping into a whisper. “Nothing will ever be better than that.”
Then she was gone.
Only leaving behind the faint scent of her perfume and the confused feeling in your very soul.
Even now you still had no idea what she had meant. High school passed you by in the same manner as your other school years. In a standoff with Harleen Quinzel for the top student position, which she won by barely a point. Not that you were too surprised she beat you at that too. No matter how egotistical she may be, you could admit that she was highly intelligent. In another life, you could even see yourself being friends with her. If only life had turned out slightly differently for you both…
College seemed to be the only reprieve you were ever going to get from her. So you were excited to apply to as many as you could. Wanting to have as many options to choose from as possible. Anything to minimize the chance of Harleen choosing the same one-- even if deep in your heart you wanted nothing more than for her to do just that.
Learning at graduation that she was going to Metropolis for school had been a shock. As you had been deliberating going there as well. That was before your mother got sick and you decided to stay in Gotham, however. A fact that you didn’t think twice about sharing with Harleen.
Sometimes you look back at the night and curse yourself for opening your mouth.
The party was already in full swing as you stepped into the house. Loud music blaring through the speakers. The sound waves caused the very house to shake. It was lucky that the host of the party lived so far away from anyone else. It wouldn’t do to have the party shut down by what was left of Gotham’s police force. Moving deeper into the party, you bypass throngs of people dancing to the beat of the song and random couples that were lost in each other. Your eyes scan the room for a quieter place that you could just rest in until the rest of your friends arrived.
Thankfully, the search didn’t take that long as you quickly found a relatively abandoned corner. You gratefully lean against a wall once you reach it. Thankful that you had been able to find a spot that you could hide away in. As the party scene had never been a place you thrived in. Rolling your neck, you try to get rid of some of the tension that had settled over your shoulders from the past few days. Things at home were only getting more complicated but you know you made the right decision in deciding to stay. Even if Metropolis would have been a hell of a lot nicer than Gotham.
Movement from in front of you causes your eyes to widen as a solo cup is thrust into your hands. The flimsy plastic bending in your hands as you stared at the woman who had given it to you. Your mouth pressing into a thin line at the sight of her devious smirk.
Harleen Quinzel, of course.
“I’m really not in the mood right now, Harleen,” you sigh. “Why don’t you go hang out with your friends and leave me alone?”
Harleen pouts. “But you’re my best girl, Y/N. Why would I leave you all alone?”
“Because your friends are probably looking for you.” You try to offer in hopes that she would just leave you alone. You didn’t feel like hearing her gloat about getting the valedictorian spot. Her laughter was not the response you were expecting, however.
“Oh, Y/N/N, what am I going to do with you?” She asks but you’re sure it was rhetorical. Though at your continued silence her eyes flash with annoyance. “You still don’t get it, do you?”
You sigh, Harleen and her mind games were not what you signed up for when you agreed to come to the party. “I don’t know what it is I’m supposed to be getting, Harleen. Maybe if you actually told me then I might.”
She grins at you. “Now where’s the fun in that?” Her head tilts ever-so-slightly as she appraises you. As if she suddenly realized that you were wearing a low-cut dress-- courtesy of your best friend. Her blue eyes shone with varying emotions that you couldn’t even begin to decipher. Though they soon snapped back up to your face as if she suddenly realized something. “But that doesn’t matter really. I’m certain you’ll figure it out when we’re in college.”
Her words make your stomach drop. “What?”
“When we’re in college, Y/N.” Harleen drawls. “You know the place where we’re going to be going for the next four years?”
“What do you mean we?”
Her laughter, once again, catches you off guard. “Didn’t you know? We’re going to be going to the same college. I heard through the grapevine that we both got accepted to Metropolis University. Go Sharks.”
You frown, your next words coming out before you could even think. “But I’m not going to Metropolis University.”
Harleen completely freezes at that. Her eyes turn razor-sharp as the smile falls from her face. “What?”
You gulp. “I’m not going to Metropolis University, Harleen. I was but then some personal issues came up so I’ve decided to stay in Gotham.” You shrug with a rueful smile pulling at your lips. “I’m going to Gotham University. So it looks like I’m going to be a Nighthawk and you’re going to be a Shark.”
The smile falls from your face, however, at the look, Harleen gives you because of the joke. Her expression darkened even more as each second ticked by. Only the call of her name from her friends pulled her attention from you-- though she seemed more annoyed at the interruption. Thinking about the quickest escape routes you could take, to hell with your friends, you begin to shift away from the wall. Only to have Harleen suddenly grab both of your forearms and yank you towards her. Your face almost smashed against hers as she held you. Her voice coming out in a low whisper.
“We’ll see about that.”
Before you could react, her lips pressed against yours in a brief kiss before she was gone.
Only the scent of her perfume and the feel of her on your lips remaining.
You hadn’t been surprised that come fall she had appeared in your lecture hall. Her ever-present smirk flashing towards you as she took her seat a few rows in front of you. You weren’t even surprised that she had taken the same major as you. After all, you both had always been eerily similar in your interests in that regard.
Sometimes you wish you had chosen something else.
Anything else.
That’s all that could run through your mind as you made your way down darkened halls. Your heels clicking against the floor with a resounding presence that almost made you wince. The faint moans of the criminally insane echo from deeper recesses in the building. You try to not tense at the sounds. Your armed escort led you down various halls and security checkpoints before you finally reached your destination.
A door, plain as all the others, stood between you and the reason you had returned to Gotham. You didn’t want to, God did you not want to, but getting a call from Mayor Hill had changed things. You had met the man on several occasions and you had never even considered the possibility of him begging anyone. Hearing the desperate plea within his words flashed you back to a time when your mother was still alive. When there wasn’t a giant bat protecting the streets of Gotham. You hadn’t had the heart to decline.
Even if you wish you had now.
Turning to one of the guards stationed at the door, you nod. Steeling yourself for what you are about to witness. Your back straightened as your hands tightened on the various files you were holding. Your resolve only wavering as you stepped into the room. Your eyes take in the large abundance of space that surrounds the single cage in the direct center of the room. A single figure entwined with silk in the middle of it.
Moving down the staircase, you try to ignore the way the figure's burning gaze followed you. The intensity behind it is both so familiar and completely foreign. Standing directly before the cage, you finally are close enough to the figure to see the way burning blue eyes took in every small aspect of you. A familiar smirk began to make its way onto her face when she finally met your gaze with hers.
“There’s my best girl.” A grin takes the place of her smirk. A sight that causes your heart to lurch in your chest. Yet another reminder of why you didn’t want to come back to Gotham. Why you never wanted to return to the place that had taken everything from you. “I was wondering when you were going to visit me.”
“Hello, Harleen.”
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Looking Up Luke x Reader Pt 1
Pairings: Luke x Reader (Briefly at the end), Julie x BestFriend! Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Brief mention of sad memories.
Word count: 2211
This is My first post so bare with me. I’ll get better at the edits and stuff as I learn my way around Tumblr. I also took inspiration from Paramore and the reader was strongly based on Hayley Williams in my mind but you can make her in your image. I don't own Paramore or their music. The song I took inspiration from is Looking Up.
“Jules, you and Flynn are coming tonight, right?” You ask while you and your best friend throw you school books in your locker after your last period. Julie looks over and smiles at you.
“Of course! The boys were wanting to tag along especially after I told them how you were in a band of your own. They wanted to know why you denied their offer after Luke heard you shred the guitar solo during that one rehearsal.” She says.
“If he thought I was shredding that guitar, just wait till they see what I really got going on. Right now all they know and all anyone knows and thinks is I play guitar for the band. Also Luke wanted me to join so he could see me everyday.” You smile.
“Wait, Jackie walked?!” She screamed excitedly.
“Yeah, after her and I got into this huge argument about the upcoming shows and letting me actually sing vocals for MY songs she walked away, and someone had to take her place. I wrote this new song we are going to play tonight, you’re going to love it.” You smile at her.
“Y/N this is amazing! Our mom’s would be so proud of us.” She smiles longingly.
“Maybe we could collaborate one day, I know you’re a bit more popish than what Paramore is but we could make something work!” You smile at her. She jumps up and down loving the idea of the whole thing.
“Yes! That would be amazing! Let's head home, we have to get ready for tonight. Oh how will we get in? I thought the venue sold out in minutes?” She asks turning to look at you as you two walk through the doors to your car. You pulled 5 vip lanyards out of your bag and handed them to her.
“I got you covered girl, don’t worry.” You smile unlocking the door. The drive back to your house was filled with you blasting all your bands old songs and singing along. You were lucky enough to live in the same neighborhood as Julie and the boys so you often carpooled to school but the boys had things to do after school before the show so they went their separate ways. Julie was trying to help you choose your clothes for tonight but with you two being so entirely polar opposite it was hard. If anyone was to help you it should have been Luke since you two share almost the same fashion sense with a hint of Reggie mixed in. You eventually settled for an old cut up Sunset Curve shirt you “borrowed” from Luke with a lace bra underneath and you paired that with your highwaisted, ripped black skinny jeans and your studded Doc Martens. What you decided to do with your hair and makeup will come to you once you hit the venue. You gathered your things to pack into the car while Julie made some final accessory details to your look. She handed you your chain to attach to your jeans along with an assortment of rings and bracelets. Everything was looking perfect for your first big performance as the lead singer.
“Okay, I gotta head to the venue for soundcheck. You, Flynn and the boys should be there around 6, the show starts at 7:00.” You smile, dropping her off at her house. You see the boys sitting in the garage waving at you. You smile and wave back before backing out of Molina's driveway and head towards The Orpheum.
Soundcheck went perfectly and it left a little time to grab a light snack before you had to get ready. You knew not to go to the street dogs stand after the incident with the boys that ended their lives 25 years ago before they met Julie and you and somehow were brought back by the two of you. Your drummer’s girlfriend decided to have catering come out with healthy choices which you were enjoying as we speak. Heading back to your dressing room the security guard stopped you saying there was a group of people here to see the band.
“Oh that’s my friends from school, you can let them on back. Thanks Alan!” You smile popping a strawberry in your mouth.
“You didn’t tell me you were playing the Orpheum!” You hear Flynn yell causing you to turn around with a piece of cantaloupe hanging out of your mouth.
“Well you didn’t ask.” You say chewing the part that was in your mouth.
“Okay smartass. Also when did you change your hair color?” She asks pointing to your now orange hair. You smile slyly at her.
“I did last night, but I wore it up in a hat today so people didn’t see it until now.” You say getting up to hug your friends. The boys are just standing at the door staring at you.
“I don’t bite, you can come in.” You joke ushering them in.
“You’re playing the Orpheum tonight Y/N how does it feel to make it big?” Alex asks.
“I’m not sure yet, maybe I’ll know after the show. Which speaking of that when you guys head down to the floor just find Alan and he’ll take you to the spot that’s reserved for you guys.” You smile at them.
“Your hair is so bright.” Is all Reggie can say making everyone burst out laughing.
“I can’t wait to see you shred the stage tonight. That day at rehearsal when you and Julie were goofing off… Holy shit, that was sick!” Luke says jumping up and down.
“It runs in the family to be honest. Our moms were in a band when they were our age and my dad is a world known rockstar so I learned at a young age.” You smile winking at Julie.
“Well we should start heading down so you can get ready. We are going to dinner after this to celebrate just so you know.” Julie says smiling at you. Once they left you started getting ready to meet up with your band to do your before show ritual handshake.
“All right guys, this is the Orpheum. The place is packed with execs. This will be our big break. Let’s rock it!” Andrew says putting his hand in the middle as the rest of you follow. The opening band finishes their set signaling your time to go. The band runs out causing the crowd to erupt in screams of your name. You stay back to surprise everyone as they begin playing your new song.
“Los Angeles! Are you ready!” You scream from backstage as the beat picks up.
Things are looking up, oh finally!
I thought I'd never see the day
When you smile at me.
We always pull through, oh when we try,
I'm always wrong but you're never right.
Oh you're never right!
You run out causing everyone to scream as you work the stage to the music. Luke, Flynn and the boys look up in awe hearing your voice for the first time. The way you rocked out was breathtaking to Luke.
Honestly, can you believe
We crossed the world while it's asleep?
I'd never trade it in, 'cause I've always wanted this!
And it's not a dream anymore!
No. It's not a dream anymore!
It's worth fighting for.
You interacted with the audience as you sang the lyrics. You shot a wink over at Luke when you noticed his jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Julie looked over at him and knew right then and there he has fallen in love with you even more than he already was. She smiled at her bandmate. She saw the smile break across his face as he began banging his head to the beat.
Could have given up so easily
I was a few cheap shots away from the end of me
Taken for granted, almost everything that I would have died for
Just yesterday,
Just yesterday
Honestly, can you believe
We crossed the world while it's asleep?
I'd never trade it in, 'cause I've always wanted this!
It's not a dream anymore!
Oh. It's not a dream anymore!
It's worth fighting for.
You interacted with your bandmates as they played their instruments, dancing around the stage as you had the time of your life. Jumping and head banging with your guitarist.
God knows the world doesn't need another band, (whoa, whoa!)
But what a waste it would've been! (whoa, whoa!)
I can't believe we almost hung it up (whoa, whoa!)
We're just getting started (whoa, whoa!)
Honestly, can you believe
We crossed the world while it's asleep?
I'd never trade it in, 'cause I've always wanted this!
It's not a dream anymore!
Oh. It's not a dream anymore!
It's worth fighting for.
You stood there smiling, taking a breath letting the crowd think you were done before you jumped off the drum stage singing the final line of the song.
I can't believe we almost hung it up!(whoa whoa)
We're just getting started! (whoa whoa)
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
You dropped to your knees as you held the final verse as the lights went out sending the crowd into a fit of cheers and screams. You smile to yourself as you hold the microphone in your lap. The lights come back on letting you see the crowd still cheering you on. The surreal feeling you had was causing your heart to sing and you were pretty sure you saw a sign off in the distance of the audience that let you know your mother was proud of you. Composing yourself, you finished the night with 6 more songs.
“Thank you guys for coming out to support a small band from this sleepless city. We are Paramore! Good night!” You said before running off backstage. You are met with your friends and a very starstruck Luke.
“Oh my god! That was amazing! I mean we knew you could sing but that was epic! Why haven’t you fronted before?” Flynn asks.
“Jackie wouldn’t let me. The band was my idea back when I was slowly getting back into music but I was still wanting to stay back and play. I wrote all the songs and let her sing them. When I finally said I was ready for a shot she threw a fit and when the rest of the band sided with me she walked.” You say taking a swig of water.
“So this is why you refused to join us?” Alex asks.
“That and your style isn’t my style of music. It’s to pop centric but I told Julie there might be a chance of collaboration in the future.” You smile seeing Reggie get excited about the idea.
“And then we can do a country album!” He yells causing your bandmates to start laughing at your reactions. During your laughter you didn’t see a man dressed very businessy walk in.
“Y/N…” Julie says tapping your shoulder pointing to the doorway.
“Oh, hi!” You say walking over with your band to meet the man.
“I’m Eric from Capitol records. Are you Y/N?” He asks.
“Um, y-yeah I am.” You say reaching out to shake his hand. Your friends are eavesdropping behind you while pretending to hold a conversation of their own.
“I’ve seen many bands here, I’ve scouted some of the biggest names in music but the energy you displayed tonight is something we’ve never seen but have been looking for, for our label. Capitol records would be happy to have you join. Here’s my card. Give me a call and we will set up a meeting with the head of the label and get you signed.” He says handing you his card.
“Oh my, wow! Thank you. Also if you don’t mind me spreading the word but I know of another you might be interested in. I’ll send you their latest video if you’re up for it.” You smile sneaking a look over at your friend and her bandmates.
“Of course, we are always looking for new talents.” He says before exiting the room.
“Was that?! YES!” You scream jumping into Luke’s arms. Everyone starts dancing around cheering.
“We are being signed to Capitol Records!” You yell into the air as Luke holds you close to him. His eyes never leave your smiling face. He throws caution to the wind when you look back at him and he crashes his lips onto yours making everyone stop and gasp.
“Well it's about damn time!” Alex shouts as you two pull away.
“Well damn Patterson, if that’s what I get for getting signed I wonder what I’ll get after I tell you I sent your video to him as well.” You smile.
“YOU DID WHAT?!” The band screams together.
“We’re all getting signed.” You smile.
“I’m going to marry this girl.” Luke says kissing you once more with more passion than the first. Everything was falling perfectly into place and you couldn’t wait to see what the future holds for you all.
I don't know how good this is, it sounded good and looked good when I was writing so I’m throwing caution to the wind and going for it.
@parkeret I promised I’d tag you in my first one, I hope it doesn't suck!
@issaxcharlie thank you for also pushing me to do this as well!
@cookiebuba
#luke patterson x reader#luke jatp#luke patterson#julie and the phantoms#jatp alex#jatp reggie#julie x reader#julie and the phantoms imagine#charlie gillespie#jatp luke#jatp imagine
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No More } Choi San [ateez]
genre: angst
warning(s): slight obsession, mention of a break up, a bit suggestive
word count: 1.7k
notes: I don't have much time to write nowadays but I will upload a part 2 soon, I promise!!!^^
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He had tried everything. He tried confessing his feelings to you, he tried confessing his love. He tried being more masculine and demanding, he even tried submitting completely to you. But still, you were a desired girl here in this city, of course it wasn't that easy. Maybe it all had gone wrong because he mainly just imagined making a move on you.
The biggest step he had ever took in real life was when he found the courage to speak to you and became friends with you finally. But that was almost a year ago and he still couldn't figure out how to get you to like him too.
San would do absolutely any and everything to be your boyfriend. He wants you since he first saw your enlightening smile. It was a smile he would never get tired of admiring.
San wants to be yours, no matter how long it would take for him to confess. He would get you to love him back, wouldn't he?
And at the same time he was scared to death to scare you away. He was someone special and different from everyone around you. San was light-hearted, handsome, competitive and one day he would be shy, and the other day he would be confident. Just sad, that whenever he was with you he became really insecure sometimes.
He was in love with you and didn't know how to show you properly. It was like a curse for him, he just wanted you to use him to your happiness! Was that too much to ask?
However, he still had hope, it wouldn't die until you would break things off with him. But you weren't planning to. You found him cute and pretty. You maybe even had a little crush on him. Through all the time you two spend together you learnt what kind of a person he is, and you figured he was one of the kindest, smartest and loveliest people you ever met in your live.
So why would you not like him?
The thing was, you just weren't as obsessed with him as he was with you. Although he tried to be not clingy, he loved your affection and touch, so he always hugged you longer than needed or stood closer to you than everyone else.
Until one day, you got closer than you would have thought. Out of sharing sweet kisses got a close relationship and the dream of San was fulfilled. The other boys always were jealous how he was able to kiss you on the campus or hold your waist and hand whenever he desired. But he was smart and strong, able to fight them if he needed to.
Of course he knew how lucky he was to date someone as special as you and his obsession only grew. You weren't aware of what scenarios played in his mind all the time, what he wanted you to do to him.
He would like to be used.. by you. But he kept it to himself for a long time. But even if he had this strong feelings, he still was a little, delicate boy to you. Caused by his overprotectiveness and love to have you as close as possible, he got very clingy.
You almost always understood and accepted his affection but sometimes you needed space because you had other obligations than to cuddle your boyfriend and it got too much. It didn't scare you away, it just made you aware of the fact that he may feels more for you than you for him. Of course you loved him with you whole heart, though it just been about six months in this relationship and you wouldn't say that he was your reason to live yet. You would hate to live without him but you could do it anyways.
You always asked yourself if maybe you just had problems catching feelings. Because for a long time you just couldn't handle any boy near you. You weren't exactly cold-hearted but it felt like your heart had been frozen until you met San, it needed time to warm up now. You just couldn't give him all of you only in a few months.
When he was too much to handle and you got angry at him or began being the dominant one, he easily started sobbing. All he wanted was you, not anyone else could still his needs like you did, he never wanted to leave you or the other way around. So he was emotional when he was scared of you letting him alone.
Gladly you never did, you always where there to comfort him, even if you where the reason for him being so upset.
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It bothered him how you stopped replying to his texts and answering his calls. It bothered him so much, it needed everything of him to not break down right then and there. It's been a day without getting any sign of you and he started to think you forgot about him or just simply didn't want him anymore. He knew you were fine -or at least alive- because he could see that you had read his messages and experienced how you declined his calls.
(10 new massages)
|San|: [why aren't you answering?] >09:23pm< seen
|San|: [please, just tell me you’re fine and not mad at me] >09:24pm< seen
He sighed, laying his face inside his hands, acting out the desperation he felt, trying to be strong.
|you|: [no, I'm fine. I just don't have time for you right now San, sorry] >09:26<
You weren't in the mood to reply more right now. You needed time for yourself. And you weren't mad at him, you only needed a break of him at this moment. The both of you saw each other every single day, even if you were busy, he insisted on visiting you. Not that you didn't enjoy his company, the thing was, that you came to the conclusion that he may was a bit obsessed with you.
When you were busy, you were busy, and he has to accept that at one point but he didn't. So you chose to ignore him for awhile to get your stuff done without any intervention.
When he saw your text, he felt relieved but something was bothering him again. You had no time for him? It's either supposed mean what it says, or it means that you were mad and would hate to see his face right now.
|San|: [okay, just please call me when you are ready, alright?] >09:26< seen
|San|: [I miss u :(] >09:27< seen
|you|: [I will. Sleep well] >09:28<
The coldness that came with your words made his heart scrunch in pain. He knew that you didn't miss him right now, you were tired of seeing him every day. And he tried to understand but still felt the need to visit you and make whatever he did wrong up to you. But he resisted this urge and stayed where he was, thinking it would be the best to leave you alone for a bit.
•••
A bit. Yeah, a bit was good. He'd thought "a bit" would have lasted shorter. Though it expanded to two whole days. And you barely had ever answered his texts.
The more time flew by, the more he got desperate. He cried himself to sleep the last two nights. It was affecting him so much, more than he would have thought. He knew you were his everything, but that he wouldn't be able to stand three days without your presence surprised him.
And at this point he would give everything to get you back in his arms. So he thought how he could make you feel better about him again. San had thought about many ways to do that but almost all his plans seemed to not be pretty thought through. Not matter how many times he tried getting new ideas, -he even googled how to get his girlfriend back-, his mind always came back to one solution. Although he had a bad feeling about it. He had no other choice. What else could give him back his joy of life? He had to seduce you.
Wasn't good sex what all girls wanted at this age? He asked himself first, but he shook his head in disgust. You weren't a girl like every other. And especially not about the sexual act. You were humble and patient, he knew that. That's why you both never spoke up this topic. Of course you turned him on and stuff but as long as you were in his arms, open to have any other physical contact, he didn't need to sleep with you yet.
It wasn't exactly why you were bored, but maybe you thought it could be fun to try something new. It didn't had to be sex, but what else was left to try? Exactly. Not too much.
San made himself ready to meet up with you before sending you a message to ask if you were home. Fortunately you were, and sighed when you saw your phone blink from the twentieth text he had send you.
God, was this childish. You groaned and rolled your eyes. And you were actually disgusted of your own behaviour after doing all this to him. He'd done nothing, so what was making you disapproving him so much?
Because you felt bad about avoiding your boyfriend, you texted him back, informing him that you were home. Sooner or later, you had to bring it behind you.
You didn't notice how wet your eyes got from thinking about having to break up. Because you really didn't want to, it was just.. getting too much and not enough at the same time. Your close connection was no more. Was it?
San was overly happy suddenly when he read your message. And so he got on his way to your apartment right away.
••• to be continued •••
>>>part 2
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The Conference (Part 9)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8
Paring: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Rebecca Lao)
Word Count: 3.7k
Rating: T+
Warning: Some cursing
Summary: It’s the evening after the keynote and they go out for a civil dinner date.
A/N: shout out to ruby @starrystarrytrouble for reminding me people actually like reading this mess 💕
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After we finished up the panel I stuck around the conference hall to network whilst Ethan had ditched the crowd at the first opportunity he got, heading back to our hotel room and venturing away from the pecking vultures. To be honest, I didn’t really blame him. Everyone wanted a piece of the poor, well-endowed man.
A couple hours later, I shuffled back into our apartment. My aching feet somehow prevailed without causing me to collapse on the odd geometric carpet floor, or ditching my heels along the way and walking barefoot like some uncultured frosh stumbling home at 3AM. Once through the heavy metal plated door, I headed straight to my room, not throwing a single pleasantry towards Ethan in the seating area. From what I could tell he was typing furiously on his laptop after nursing a scotch - the empty crystal tumbler on the table was a dead giveaway.
The anxiety and delirium inducing stress of the day lifted the second my kinda-sweaty body collapsed onto the private armchair in my room, clutching its aqua-colored arms and sinking into the velvet cushion. Staring out at the familiar skyline my mind started to replay the happenings of the day; every little thing that happened - from the confidence I felt during our speech, to the way that asshole called me out, and how Ethan stood up for me every step of the way. How proud he was even if he relayed the sentiment in such small words.
We survived today. We haven’t strangled each other nor suffered any little deaths. All that’s left for this trip is the tour we have tomorrow morning, and then we’ll be on our way back to Edenbrook. Back to the way things were…
Somehow my tired and self destructive brain decided it wanted to revel in the memories of the last few days. Thinking about all the non-work things that happened this trip. Thinking of all the words shared, and the blast from the past. And the revelation that little adventure birthed.
Fuck me...
Things are weird. Like, so weird. I don’t know what I’m doing or why I’m even thinking this… but I miss him. Today showed me how great we are together! Professionally and as friends. We’re the dynamic duo: Ramsey and his Rookie. His. I -
I need to stop thinking that.
I belong to myself. I do what I want when I want and with whom I want.
And so does he. And that’s why I walked away. I’m-
I’m still getting over him.
While simultaneously trying to get under him…
Thoughts wandered back to Ryan and how long it took me to get over the detrimental ‘what if’s of him. If I held on tighter and longer and didn’t get in the way of myself back then - if one thing was different - everything could be different.
A small, revelatory gasp escaped me.
I didn’t want things to be different.
After eight fucking years I finally understood.
If I didn’t love and lose Ryan I never would have found my way to Boston. To Ethan. And here - knowing what I do and having all the experiences of the last few months - I couldn’t continue a life without knowing Ethan Ramsey.
I’m going to do whatever I can to repair our friendship.
I changed my clothes into something not requiring heels - black skinny jeans, a blouse and my trusty Chelsea boots - and my hair pulled back into a bun. Simple, sleek, and completely me. No pomp and circumstance, or hiding behind anything. Just me, making an effort.
With all the determination I could muster I sauntered into the living room where I assumed Ethan would still be.
I was right; he hadn’t changed positions at all. Sitting there on the couch, his feet up on the gaudy footstool with his laptop perched on his lap, tortoise-patterned glasses framing his face, and furiously typing on the keyboard.
“So...” I trailed awkwardly to break the tension surrounding him, leaning against the wall with my hands stuffed in my armpits. “What do you want to do for dinner?”
“Oh,” He planted his feet on the floor and turned to face me fully, moving his laptop off of him and folding his arms in his lap. “Uh, well-”
Quickly I added, “If you’d rather eat alone it’s fine by me. I was thinking of grabbing pizza at John’s.”
Ethan nodded in response, saying, “Sounds good.”
“Cool,” I nodded back. “You ready or…?”
“Let me grab my things,” he stood, collected his things and headed to his room.
Less than two minutes later we headed out of the apartment together, walking side by side. Though this time wasn’t like earlier. There wasn’t the blind determination and need to impress like this morning. Right now we were two people who used to know one another going out to dinner in a spectacular converted synagogue.
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For anyone who doesn’t know John’s, it’s a local family-style pizza joint. There’s three restaurants around the city and the Times Square location is by far the best. Every time I have a hot minute to spare I try to go - the stained glass and craftsmanship of the building is everything! But you don’t want to hear about that… and neither did Ethan when I tried to fill the silence during our walk with all the reasons to love this place. For some reason he preferred to barge and weave in silence.
Whatever.
Lucky enough he was more chatty once we were seated.
Our table was in the mezzanine with not much of a view besides the stone staircase in the corner and the large dome towering above. The dim lighting complimented the deep wooden table and beige upholstered seating.
We ordered. And without the menu to keep our attention, I tried my hand at conversation once more.
“Be honest, how did we do?”
Looking me in the eyes, ones that mirrored mine, showed such confidence and pride as he said his next words;
“You handled it well, Becca.” There was a tug at the corners of his mouth that pulled at my own. I was about to get a rare Ramsey smile - one I’ve been devoid of for far too long.
“Dare I even say, like a natural.”
I got to revel in the small compliment for a few moments as the server brought over our food - garlic knots, small veggie pizza, and a chef’s side salad.
“I didn’t stutter too much or come off too young?” I couldn’t help but ask when it was just us two again. His opinion matters more than anyone else’s when it comes to my career.
“You did.”
“But you -”
He cut me off, a slight shake of his big head, “You are young and this was your first keynote.” he clarified. And once more he said pridefully, “You did well.”
After what felt like ages we shared a private smile. How he was able to bring me back into myself with a few words and stop fussing over imposter syndrome is a wonder.
“Now eat some pizza and be happy.”
My smile grew to a goofy one by the way he was looking at me, bemused. I refrained from sticking my tongue out and dug into a little slice of heaven. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”
We dug in. Letting the flavors dance over my taste buds and make me only as happy as a New York slice could make me. No amount of fantastic sex could compare to pizza. Everything kind of disappeared - time stopped while the first bites settled in my tummy. Even Ethan looked to be enjoying it even though it’s not fancy smancy and artery clogging.
Eventually I broke our companioned silence;
“How was lunch with Chief Fredericks?” I asked as I reached for a scrumptious ball of garlicy dough.
The response left his lips so swiftly he didn’t even bother to look up from his plate;
“Informative.”
I scoffed at the non-answer answer.
My little grumble pulled him out of his bubble and he looked over at me - those damn baby blues challenging my thoughtfully indecent outburst. I just gave him a look right back.
Ethan rolled his eyes and reached for another slice. Cutting it up with a fork and knife like an absolute weirdo.
“He heard about the state budget cuts. Wanted to know what I think and if I’d be open to consult every so often.”
“And?” I probed.
“And what? You know how I feel about the future of Edenbrook.”
“Yes. But if it goes under, what do you think you’ll do? I mean, everyone’s going to be throwing themselves at you.”
I shoved some greenery in my gob to keep from adding the jarring truth.
Everyone throws themselves at you.
But who he gives his attention to is another story.
Ethan shrugged ever so nonchalantly, “I haven’t thought about it.”
The cavalier way he was speaking of his life after Edenbrook had thrown me off. Ethan was never this laid-back. It just wasn’t in his nature. There’s always something for this man to stress over. And Edenbrook’s closing should be his anxiety numero uno.
But here he was, ever so calm.
Hmm...
“Are you in denial?” I said through a bite, fully anticipating another non-answer.
“Maybe.”
The way he said it took me aback. It was inherently honest and soft. All of his jagged features were rounded and there was a dulled little twinkle in his eye.
Yeah, something’s going on here he’s not telling me.
“Ethan -”
And of course he deflects by turning the conversation on me; “What are you going to do?”
Keeping from rolling my eyes at his obvious deflection from roaming into his feelings deeper, I replied, “Transfer my residency.”
“Where?”
“I…” - dammit - “don’t know.”
I haven’t really dwelled on what happens when the hospital closes. Obviously I need to finish residency if I want to be an actual practicing doctor. But the matching process can go screw itself. I don’t never ever want to do that again - all I cared about was matching with the best. And I did. So who’s the second best now?
Is it wherever he goes?
There’s just so much to think about, and I’d really rather not. Not until the last few nails are lined up against the coffin.
“See,” he said with a hint of a lopsided grin, “Neither of us are ready to leave Edenbrook behind.”
He was right. Of course he’s right. You didn’t need to be a diagnostician or even a doctor to see that we’re holding out hope of a buyout.
I’ve just gotten to Edenbrook - only a few months into my dream career with my dream boss - and now, what? It’s all over before it even really began? No. I can’t accept that.
There was a beat of silence as we both reached for the salad tongs, our hands brushing on accident. Both our eyes shot to bear witness to the contact, pulling us out of whatever ran wild through our thoughts and into this new, secluded moment. Everything around us dulled in the distance; the sounds swirling in the air muted and like a faint breeze. The warm lighting dimmed further, yet there was a spotlight on the salad bowl. The greens and reds and purples of the ruffage illuminated like it was the only thing that mattered. Like right now the earth was spinning just for this moment of closeness.
Surprisingly, neither of us made a motion to move. His large hand overlapping my dainty fingers, the metal underneath the pads of my fingers warming up instantly. Electricity still coursed through me like the very first time. Except now it carried the memories of all the other times and places he set me aflame.
I had to be the one to pull back.
Almost, like it needed time to comprehend why the moment was intentionally ruined, the atmosphere around us began to revert back slightly. I could hear the idle chatter of those around us now. I could see the full picture of Ethan sitting across from me and all the individuals pattering around behind him. What couldn’t pretend to go back and hung off kilter was the beating in my chest - I could feel the electricity coursing through my veins and putting my heart through the ringer.
Ethan made up for it by serving me.
Does he know he still has such an effect on me?
Quick! I needed to divert my thoughts off of the creeping flush and want from taking hold. So I went back to talking about work, our safe topic.
“If you could work anywhere else in the world where would it be?” I asked.
Ethan took a moment to think as he served himself some salad. He looked like he was actually thinking of an answer, maybe, for the first time he’s digested the hospital’s fate.
“I think the next logical step would be the Mayo Clinic. They’re the best diagnostics in the world.” His eyes diverted back down to his plate and, after a beat, he added, “I also wouldn’t mind spending more time on missions with The WHO.”
My eyes searched his as they looked anywhere but where I was seated across from him, trying to find any sort of fault in his features. Something, anything, that I could hold onto. Nothing. Just stupid sincerity. The first fucking time in weeks he actually lets us talk about his time in the Amazon I can’t be mad at him.
“You really enjoyed your time there, huh?”
“It…” he hesitated, choosing his words carefully.
We’ve wandered into emotional territory and we both needed to tread carefully. I need to remember that he was never mine, as much as I felt like his from our first kiss. Need to recall that back then everything was drawn out in plain sight. Our end was always just that - an end. I Need to forgive. And try to remember that at one point he did try to fight for me, in his round-a-bout noncommittal way, and I was the one to end things officially.
We both need to forgive. Especially if these are the last few months we have working together.
“Was important work and I got to make a difference in the lives of thousands of indigenous people.” Ethan took another small pause for breath. When he continued, his deep baritone voice was lower, “Even if my intentions for going were skewed, it was an opportunity of a lifetime.”
The simplest thing to do would be to nod, or eat - distract myself - or even change the subject. To try not to dwell on the implications of the statement. But I couldn’t. My body tensed and the warmth from moments before fled completely.
We were silent. The brutal truth of why he left stinging just as much as it did the day I found out.
Minutes, many many minutes passed with me finding solace in sweet savory carbs and Ethan pushing things around on his plate.
Eager to change the subject there was one other topic of the day I was endlessly curious to know more about;
“So, what’s the deal with Dr. Schwab?”
“Don’t.” He dismissed, his authoritative voice seeping through just a tad. Though I’d like to think he’s smart enough not to use it with me outside of Edenbrook.
“If you don’t tell me I’ll be forced to fabricate my own. I’m feeling a one-night stand gone wrong.”
He looked back down at his food.
“Oh my god, I’m right.” The smile that erupted literally took over my entire face. I could not hide it even if I tried.
“Rebecca,” he tried to scold.
“Now you have to tell me.”
Just like earlier he turned the conversation back on me; “What’s with the frat boy?”
“Ryan was never in a fraternity,” I responded, not hiding the grin that formed by putting Ethan in his place. “He’s a jock though.”
He expelled a dry laugh, “I don’t think that’s any better.” He took a bite of his salad. Something radiated off of Ethan I couldn’t quite place.
“We were close in high school,” I added for reasons I’m not quite sure why. Like that explained who Ryan was and why he came back into my life now, of all times.
Ethan made a condescending, “mhm”.
I rolled my eyes; “We had a thing for a while, okay.” I conceded. “We grew apart senior year, and then I went off to college. Last night was the first time we’ve spoken in, like, eight years.”
Ethan made absolutely no reactions to the statement. Not even a stupid wiggle of his dumb perfect eyebrow.
Is he even paying attention?
“Now tell me about Schwab - sorry, Hilary,” I coaxed.
Ethan’s hand flew to the bridge of his nose and up to carefully rub his eyes.
This has gotta be good.
I waited patiently and eagerly for this story. She couldn’t have been Ethan’s type and yet… What happened!?
Eyes still shut tight, he grumbled, “What’s there to tell?”
“Obviously something happened,” I couldn’t help but mock, “You slept together!”
“Yes, and it’s something I do not like to dwell on.”
“Sorry, buddy, but it looks like she does.”
He groaned. Then shifted in his chair. Ethan took a long drag of his drink. And just when I figured he was going to wait this out until one of us changed the subject, he spoke;
“A moment of weakness a few years back. And she was…”
Ah! It’s actually happening! Ethan’s telling a salacious story!
Shifting in my seat and placing my head in my hands to give him my full attention; My brows and smile grew as I finished the sentence for him, “Eager?”
He scowled.
“Jesus Christ, Ethan, just tell me what happened!”
“I will not go into details.”
“Fine.” I made a motion with my hand for him to continue without the juicy details.
“Harper and I had just ended things for good not long before…”
We ended up going back and forth for a while - Ethan not wanting to give anything up and me pulling as much as I could out of him. Long story short, Ethan was in a weird mental state after breaking up with Harper for the hundredth and final time in their six year relationship. He took up a conference opportunity to get away for two nights. Knowing how much he loves people, Ethan spent most of his time drowning his senses at the hotel bar. And low and behold, enter Hillary.
From the sounds of it she was agreeable and very very forward. And Ethan was so lost in liquor that her voice didn’t irritate him as much as it did the next morning, and every single time they were in close proximity thereafter. Hillary had been going through a separation with her husband and needed a distraction just as bad. Really, who could blame her? Toting Ethan around would be the best revenge.
The first night of his stay was fine - apparently the sex was satisfactory and she didn’t do anything remarkably memorable. Or so he says. I still think she looks like a squawker. He didn’t linger around long after before retreating to his hotel room. Then the next afternoon he was bored and weak and agreed to lunch. And lunch turned into drinks which turned into round two. In his room. And she didn’t leave. She wasn’t leaving. So Ethan bought an earlier plane ticket, and shook her awake before checking out.
And every conference since she seems to want to entertain a rematch.
“Oh my god, you’re horrible!” I exclaimed ever delightfully. This was hilarious!
“I shouldn’t really be surprised. You flew to another continent after we slept together.” Shaking my head, a stupid little smirk on my lips I asked, “Have you ever had a one night stand before?”
“Wha - of course I have!”
“One’s that didn’t end up with you getting on a plane?”
He leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. “If you must know, I’ve had my fair share in undergrad.”
Now it was my turn to send a condescending “mhm” his way.
We spoke longer and polished off our plates - not a single crumb remained. This was nice. Really nice getting to be close to him again and just being friends. Telling stories and exchanging playful jabs here and there. It’s how I fell for the idiot in the first place.
Baby steps.
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Two hours after we arrived the server came over with the bill.
She was friendly and lovely the whole meal. The best part about her style of service is that she let us just exist and didn’t check up all that often. When she did I could tell she overheard someone of the crap Ethan and I were spewing. She had one of those knowing smiles, like she was in on our jokes the entire time.
“Can I just say, you guys are adorable,” she relayed with the brightest of smiles after setting the padfolio on the table, her hands clapping together excitedly. She looked like a child who had just met Santa Claus for the first time.
L O L she thinks we’re together.
At that I actually laughed out loud before informing, “We’re colleagues. In town for a conference.”
The horror on the girl's face said it all.
“Oh! My mistake, sorry. I can split the bill for you.” She reached for the pad where it sat in front of Ethan.
He grabbed the black leather at the same time I spoke;
"Nope, dinner’s on him.” I cupped a hand over my mouth and pointed a not-at-all discreet thumb towards him, “He'll get reimbursed," I laughed more to myself than anything.
She smiles, a little relieved by my warmth, then turns to look at Ethan - silently asking permission or if it’s okay that he pays. Generally looking for some sort of direction from the old man.
He shoots the server a look. Then forks over his credit card.
As she saunters off, I smile at him sweetly, “Thank you.”
Of course he rolls his eyes. But that rise in the corners of his mouth says so much more.
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A/N: sorry it’s shit. thank you for sticking with this series 💕 we’ve just got one chapter left!
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Wasted Love (part 3) [T.S.]
A/N: I have no motivation to write so enjoy this even though I was supposed to make this chapter a lot longer. Hopefully I’ll be back with the rest of this series soon but who knows at this point lolz (getting this degree is going to end me)
Word count: 1932
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Easter brought about yet another event at the rink. Alessia was quietly finishing up work in her office when 5pm rolled around, and she stretched into her seat before reaching for her phone. One last text from Claire had gone unanswered, but it was only one last confirmation of their plans for the night so Alessia didn’t make much of it.
Fridays were the only days everyone could really leave work on time, so she got up from her desk and began gathering her essentials back in her purse. She had plenty of time to get out, Claire was only meant to meet her in twenty minutes and they were hanging out at the bar across the street.
Ever since she had started taking time to be with the team after work Alessia had realised that letting Jordan believe she was working late was the best way for her to get some time with a friend.
“Allie let’s go!” Tyler barged into her office without so much as a knock. It startled her enough to make her jump, and she got ready to tell him off, the words about to leave her mouth until she saw the look of excitement on his face.
“Go where?” She softened, putting her bag over her shoulder.
“Come on,” he bounced on his feet and pulled her from behind her desk to drag her through the facility.
“What’s got you so excited?” Alessia exclaimed as she stumbled after him, following blindly and dodging a few people along the way.
She didn’t have to think much to know he was taking her to the rink, but what she didn’t understand was why. Tonight was a family skate, players with their wives and girlfriends, kids and other relatives. Alessia didn’t fit in there and she had already told Tyler she had other plans.
Tyler stopped abruptly when they reached their destination, and in her course Alessia almost sent them both toppling over. She still collided into his back, but he didn’t say anything about it.
“Look,” he motioned to the ring, decorated with a banner for the event and coloured fairy lights all over the place.
Families were on the ice, Alessia was able to spot Jamie among the others. The youngest players were messing around although mindful of the kids around, and the older ones taught their kids how to skate. Some held their babies, making them discover what being on the ice felt like for the first time.
Tonight was special and Alessia didn’t want to be in the middle of it. This was their own little universe, it was intimate and she was just one of their coworkers.
“Why do you want me to go?” She asked quietly because Tyler had mentioned she should come at least three times this week.
“Because now you’re with us, you should get to enjoy the fun parts of the job too. Weren’t you supposed to meet with a friend tonight?” He asked, watching her nod slowly. “Why don’t you tell her to come in, we’ll get her a pair of skates, it’ll be fun for everyone.”
Tyler’s excitement had died down, but he was still looking at her with the same expectant look in his eyes. His voice was calm, he used that soothing tone he always took to reassure her whenever she was stressed or upset, yet she still hesitated.
Jordan was the main thing on Alessia’s mind, and not in a positive way. His frustration about her staying out after work was still growing, the whole thing had escalated and Alessia didn’t want to upset him further.
“Ty, I really can’t stay late,”
“It’s five,” Tyler almost whined. “Live a little!” He made his tone cheerful again to get her to cave in.
He knew he had won the second she shook her head with a sigh, taking her phone out of her bag and texting Claire about the change of plans. She was too busy typing to see the way he beamed, but had Jamie been around he would have surely given Tyler the disapproving look he was growing accustomed to whenever he was around Allie.
What she did see was the way he bounced on his feet again as he got impatient waiting for her, and the corners of her lips rose. He could be such a child sometimes.
“Alright Seguin,” Alessia followed him to get a pair of skates, sitting on a bench to lace them. “You’re lucky I actually like skating,”
“Oh yeah?” His own skates replaced his shoes in what felt like half a second to Alessia. “Need help?” He noticed her pulling at the laces.
“I’m good,” she refused, finishing up fast enough and getting up again. The tightness around her feet was familiar, and she suddenly felt more excited about stepping onto the ice.
“Show me what you got,” Tyler motioned for her to go first.
In her confidence, Alessia forgot how many kids were on the ice on top of a bunch of reckless hockey players. She started off just fine and Tyler remained behind to watch, laughing at the way she showed off her skills, but as soon as a little girl cut off her trajectory she lost her balance.
Tyler stepped on the ice, gliding slowly to come help, but with a few awkward waves of her arms she almost regained her stability. She would have been just fine if someone hadn’t skated fast right next to her at that exact moment, startling her again and making her fall backwards.
Alessia’s exclamation when she hit the ice had Tyler rushing to be next to her in a few seconds.
“Are you okay?” He worried immediately, trying to see if she was hurt.
“You get slammed into the boards ten times harder and keep playing,” she winced as she pushed herself into a sitting position. “Of course I’m okay,” she reassured him and accepted his hand to get back to her feet. “Thanks,”
“I can see you’re a pro,” Tyler chuckled now that he was sure she was fine. “Thanks for the demo, champ.”
“I can skate!” Alessia defended herself, glaring at him and letting go of his hand to skate ahead of him, trying to prove her point.
“Yeah sure,” he laughed and ignored his protests, easily getting in front of her and turning around to skate backwards with her hands in his. “Let me just make sure you don’t end up on your ass again in less than ten seconds,”
“Rude,” she snorted but made no move to get out his hold.
They skated hand in hand for a while until Alessia’s phone pinged with yet another text that let her know Claire made it to the rink. They parted so that she could catch up with her friend and the two ended up holding hands as they talked and skated together.
“So this is your life now, uh?” Claire asked as they took a break on a bench.
“I mean, it’s actual work during the day but yeah,” Alessia leaned back against the wall behind them, taking in what she had achieved. “It still feels crazy that I made it here all on my own,”
“Well it’s not like Jordan would’ve been any help,” her friend snorted, earning a glare. “Oh come on,”
“You always make him sound so bad, we’ve been together for ages,” Alessia sighed and pouted a little, making her turn softer as she replied.
“No, you make him sound bad and I just put it in a less concealed way.” Claire brought her knee up on the bench to look at her. “When’s the last time you actually had a good time being around him?”
“We get along great at home,” her tone became defensive and Claire knew better than to try to have this conversation again.
“Okay,” she decided to drop it and stood back up. “Come on, let’s get back to it,”
Tyler saw them coming and stopped to let them step onto the ice without being trampled by the rest of the team. Most kids were tired now and off the ice, so things were getting a little rowdy.
“Ladies,” he motioned for them to go first, giving Alessia his stupidest grin to make her laugh.
“This is the first time you actually look like you have manners,” she teased because of something that had happened earlier during the week.
“Excuse me?” Tyler gasped, his hand over his hard to show his offense.
“You eat like an animal!” Alessia threw back, earning an eye roll and a whine from him.
“It was one time!” He complained before starting to make excuses for himself. “It didn’t have breakfast before practice and I was running late for a meeting, I had to be fast!”
“You’re disgusting,” she chuckled in response while Claire watched from the side, amused at the exchange.
“Oh I’m disgusting? You sure you wanna play that card in this situation?” He slowly inched closer to her, and since Alessia was facing him and had no chance of escaping by skating backwards she immediately started warning him.
“Tyler I swear to god I will- FUCK!” She screamed as he threw her over his shoulder and kept on skating. “I’ll kill you!” She tried to hit him but he was laughing too hard to care.
“Take it back!” He sped up, taking advantage of the space the others were clearing now that they were staring at the scene he was causing.
“Put me down you freak!” Alessia tried to wriggle out of his grasp and yelped when she felt his grip was less tight. At this speed she was too scared to fall from his shoulder if she moved too much.
“Insulting me isn’t helping,” Tyler said in a sing-song voice, a shit-eating grin taking up most of his face. He thought the situation was hilarious and he loved being the centre of attention.
“I’m sorry! You’re not disgusting! Just put me down!” Alessia pleaded, holding onto his jersey for dear life.
“There,” he laughed, helping her get steady on her skates. “See, that wasn’t so hard,”
“I hate you,” she grumbled as she adjusted her clothes and regained her balance.
Tyler gave her a playful eyeroll and held his hand out for her, which she didn’t hesitate to take so that they could skate back to the other side of the rink where Claire had stayed through the whole scene. She gave Alessia an unreadable look as she joined her again, and after skating and talking to them for a while Tyler went back to his team.
“You know…” Claire trailed off for a second, trying to find the right words as she once more noticed Tyler glancing back at them while he was supposedly busy with his friends. “I wouldn’t encourage you to like… cheat on someone, but that guy looks like he’s into you and he’s already a million times nicer than Jordan.” She eventually let out.
“Tyler?” Alessia almost choked on air. “No, god where did you get that idea? I’m sure he’s not interested, and it’s not like I’d be either. Jordan is… I’m with him and that’s not going to change anytime soon. I’d never do that to him.”
“I’m not sure Jordan thinks of you as highly as you think of him,” She watched as her friend shut her out once more, so she held back a sigh and tried once more to knock some sense into her. “Keep this one around, he looks like he’s a good friend for you.”
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HENDERY- All I Want is You (One-shot)
Genre: Smut, fluff.
Words: 5K
The luxury nightclub and bar was extremely packed today. People were watching the beautiful view from the 32nd floor of the hotel, drinking, smoking cigarettes and hookah, making out, grinding on each other, dancing the night away—the usual stuff you see at clubs like these. Saturday nights were your favorite because that's when you earned a lot of money.
Being a stripper in the biggest and most luxurious club in China had a lot of pros. You were the best and highest paid stripper at your club, and you loved your job cause you were able to make so much money easily. Your managers, Ten and Kun, were your best friends, so when you told them that you didn't want to do any private strip shows, they agreed. You were lucky that this club had strict rules and amazing security. Plus, they took such good care of all their strippers.
"Coco!" you heard Ten call out your stripper name. "You're up next so hurry up!" You nodded as you took three shots and quickly put on your black stilettos and eye-mask. You made your way to the stage, watching your colleague finish up. She gave you a high-five before you got on stage, hearing the crowd cheer for you over the loud music. You moved your body gracefully around the pole under the flashing red lights, losing yourself to the beats of the music. You first took off your lace top and then your denim shorts, leaving yourself only in your signature black dragon appliqué teddy and your stilettos-that was the maximum you were allowed to strip to. After a good twenty minutes of dancing, you got off the stage, catching your breath and panting.
"Y/N! You were amazing as always!" Kun said, pulling you into a brotherly hug. "Do you have some energy left?"
"A little," you answered, dabbing your sweat with a wet cloth. "Why? Do you want me to go up again?" you asked, secretly hoping he'd say no cause you wanted to go home and get some sleep.
"No, no," he said and you mentally sighed in relief. "I actually wanted you to do a... private show for someone," he said hesitantly, shifting his gaze away from you.
You raised an eyebrow. "You know I don't do private shows. Why don't you ask someone else?"
"Well, he specifically asked for you. Plus, he paid twenty thousand yuan for it so-"
"What?!" you cut him off, your eyes widening in shock. "Twenty thousand?!"
"Yeah, he's a really rich businessman and he's your age."
You gasp in disbelief. "He's only nineteen?!"
Kun nodded."Twenty, actually. Now, will you do it?"
You agreed to do it, not cause you were going to get paid a ton, but cause you were quite curious and interested to see who this young man was who was paying a fuck lot just to personally see you strip in a private room.
"Okay, but if he tries touching me or something-" you start while putting on your clothes, but Kun stops you mid-sentence. "Then you can kick him in the balls and come tell me so I can chuck him out of the club. Simple, Y/N."
You just nod. "Which room?" you ask, fixing your hair and makeup.
"Wong Hendery, VIP room 3," Kun says. "Of course it's the VIP room, why'd I even ask," you say, rolling your eyes, making Kun chuckle.
You made your way to the said room, feeling a little nervous. You've never done a private show for anyone before and you had no idea why this guy couldn't ask for another stripper. You took a deep breath before knocking on the door, and entering when you heard the young businessman yell out a "come in."
You closed the door and turned to approach him, stopping in your tracks at the sight of him.
He looked like a fucking Prince.
You had to blink thrice to make sure that you weren't dreaming and he was real and live in front of your eyes. His dark brown hair was parted to the side and he was dressed in a pair of black ripped jeans and a white t-shirt with a black leather jacket. Hendery kept his gaze on you as he took a sip of his alcohol, and you watched his Adam's apple bob as the liquid ran down his throat.
"Come sit," he said in a deep voice that made you get goosebumps. He patted the space beside him on the white leather sofa. You obeyed and sat next to him, keeping a short but good distance between you and him. "What can I do for you?" you ask, scanning his beautiful face curiously.
Hendery smirked, making your heart skip a beat. "Well, I'm not going to beat around the bush so I'll get straight to the point. I want you to be my girlfriend for a while. I'll pay you for it as well. It's cause my parents are forcing me to get married and won't stop until I have a girlfriend."
You choked on nothing in particular and your eyes widened. "U-Um, what?"
"Oh, did I startle you? My apologies, I shouldn't have been so straight forward," he mumbled politely, giving you a worried look while you just stared at him in disbelief.
"I... no, I'm sorry, you just caught me off guard," you say, mentally cursing yourself to try and get your shit together. "Why me, a stripper, when you could get pretty much any other decent girl to do that?"
"Cause there's something about you that has me so drawn to you, and besides, I know why you work as a stripper," he answers softly, taking a sip of his drink.
You freeze, processing his words. "You... know why I... work as a stripper...?" You were sure only Kun and Ten knew the reason.
He nods. "My mother owns the hospital your little sister is admitted in, Y/N. So yeah, I've seen you a couple of times there." You smile sadly at the mention of your beloved eleven year old sister who was currently battling leukemia. Your parents passed away a year ago when you were just eighteen. Your relatives didn't even want to have anything to do with you and your sister. You couldn't afford to go to college and pay for your ill sister's expensive treatment, so you had no choice but to become a stripper to get money faster.
"So, would you do me the honor, princess?" Hendery asks with a breathtaking smile. You thought about it for a second before nodding. You just have to act as his girlfriend right? What's the worse that could happen?
"So, Mr. Wong, you paid a fuck ton for half an hour, just to ask me to do you a favor?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes," he chuckles before smirking. "You can call me Hendery, Y/N."
You just nodded. "Well, since we're here, I'll give you a little show."
"I know you don't do private shows. I don't mind one, but I really don't want you to feel uncomfortable," he says softly, making your heart swell at his thoughtfulness. He was such a gentleman.
"I insist," you say honestly with a smile. "I don't want to earn money like that without doing anything."
He just nods with a smile, watching you get up and walk over to the pole.
You start moving your body around the pole, getting higher up on it. You swayed your body a little more sexier than usual, taking off the first article of clothing slowly, revealing your cleavage. You glance at Hendery who was staring at you with hooded eyes. God, just the sight of him got you so wet. You took off your shorts, leaving yourself in your teddy. You made your way towards him, pulling him up to his feet from the sofa, and making him sit on a chair. You swayed your hips as you moved around him, stroking his arms from behind. You could tell that he works out from his hard flexed muscles. You let your hands roam from the visible curves of your lower ass, all the way to your hair, before squatting down and letting your legs open wide in front of him. You could see his hard bulge straining through his jeans. You touched your clothed core before standing up and straddling his lap, never breaking the eye contact. You dragged your hip along his thigh, grinding down hard on his crotch, causing both of you to moan at the friction. "Fuck, baby," Hendery grunted, throwing his head back. You took his hands and placed them on your ass as you continued grinding down on his length. A knock on the door interrupted you. "Time's up!" you heard Kun say through the door and you mentally pouted in disappoinment. Hendery chuckled and pulled you closer to him. "Do you wanna come over?" he asked sweetly. "Just to talk about everything, of course. I just want to know you better." You nodded eagerly, removing your eye-mask and going to collect your belongings from your locker in the changing rooms, before taking a shower and changing into a flowy dress. You said a quick goodbye to Ten and Kun before skipping to Hendery's side.
"Wow," you whispered, staring at the beautiful view of Beijing at night from Hendery's balcony on the last floor. You were surprised to find that he lived in the same apartment complex as you. There were eight apartment blocks; you lived in the 4th block and he lived in the 7th.
"Enjoying the view?" you heard Hendery ask from behind you. You turned around to look at him, fresh from the shower, wearing grey sweatpants and a black tank that clung to his toned body. God, he still looked amazing in something as simple as this.
"Yeah, the view is beautiful," you say, staring at him. He smiled and nodded, not noticing that the 'view' you referred to was actually him.
"I got some food from the club, let's eat," he said, getting plates and cutlery, setting them down on the small dining table.
You both ate in a comfortable silence, occasionally exchanging a few sentences here and there.
"Wine's okay with you?" he asked after you finished eating and you nodded with a smile. "Yeah, wine is my favorite."
You both sat on his sofa, drinking and talking about your pasts, how life is at present, and what you want to do in the future. He was so easy to get along with; he made you feel so comfortable. After an hour, you were giggling uncontrollably at pretty much everything he said, clearly drunk. Hendery, on the other hand, was sober enough. He had good alcohol tolerance, unlike you. At some point, you were in his arms, nearly passing out from how sleepy you were. You felt him lift you up bridal-style and carry you to a room, gently laying you down on the bed and putting a blanket over you. The last thing you heard him say was "goodnight, beautiful," before he switched off the lights.
A month passed and you and Hendery were super close. He was really caring and considerate, and had such a wonderful personality. He had a great sense of humor as well. You learned that his father was the founder and CEO of Wong Enterprises Inc. and dealt with the main branch in Macau, while Hendery took care of the branch here in Beijing.
You were on your way to his company's luxury building, excited to hear the news he was planning on telling you today.
"Good morning, is Mr. Wong in his office?" you ask the receptionist.
"May I know your name?" she asked.
"Lin Y/N."
"Ah, Ms. Lin! He's currently in a meeting, but he told me to tell you to wait in his office once you arrive," she informed with a smile. "You can take the elevator to the 28th floor." You nod and thank her, before taking the elevator.
Hendery's private office was impressive, having floor to ceiling windows with a beautiful view of the Hai River. You took a seat on the black leather sofa, scrolling through your social media while you waited for him.
"Hey, I hope I didn't make you wait too long," Hendery said politely, placing his laptop on his desk. You noticed that he was pretty tired and stressed.
"Not long, I got here a while ago," you say, keeping your phone away. "Bad meeting?"
"Yeah, it was so difficult to deal with those people," he says with a sigh, taking off his blazer and loosening his tie. He laid down on the couch with his head on your lap. "They disagreed with almost everything my team and I said. So annoying!"
You ran your hands through his soft brown hair, knowing that it would calm him. After a few minutes, he suddenly sat up with a huge ear-to-ear grin on his face, forgetting that he was annoyed a moment ago. "I almost forgot! You're my date for the business ball tomorrow night, Y/N!" he said cheerfully like a child.
"A business ball? I've never been to one, of course. What do I have to do?" you ask, biting your lip nervously.
"You don't have to do anything," he chuckles, "You just have to stand beside me while I introduce you as my girlfriend to various people."
"Put these on," she said, handing you a gown, wedges, and some jewelry. After you wore the gown, you gasped. It was absolutely beautiful. It was an off-shoulder navy blue mermaid gown that hugged your curves perfectly.
"Wow," you whispered, staring at yourself in the mirror. Hendery hired a professional makeup artist to do your makeup and hair. She did a simple yet elegant look on you, and curled your hair.
"Mr. Wong had it custom made for you," she said with a smile, making you gasp and blush. "He did?"
"Yes," she chuckled before helping you wear the jewelry and making sure everything was in place.
You were meeting Hendery directly at the venue as he had an important meeting. As soon as you stepped out of the car he sent for you, you felt really nervous.
But once you saw him standing at the top of stairs, looking like an absolute Prince in his black Louis Vuitton suit, you didn't feel nervous anymore.
You made your way up to him, never breaking the eye contact. He took your hand and kissed the back of it. "You look stunning, Ms. Lin."
You blushed, feeling the butterflies go crazy in your stomach. "Thank you, you do too, Mr. Wong." He chuckled and took your hand, leading you inside.
Your eyes widened when you saw how big the hall was. There were a lot of people, certainly more than you expected. You noticed several people were looking at you, obviously wondering who you were. You started to feel a little insecure, wondering if you looked good enough next to Hendery. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard Hendery say, "Yeah, this is my girl. Y/N, this is Wong Lucas and his girlfriend, Song Yuqi."
"Hello," you say politely, shaking both of their hands. Lucas looked like as if he was perfectly sculpted by the Greek Gods, and so did Yuqi.
"Ah, I see finally my baby brother got some good taste. The previous one was seriously such a bitch," Lucas said, grinning from ear to ear. You chuckled at that, remembering how a drunk Hendery ranted about his materialistic ex-girlfriend.
"Baby brother?" you raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, we're cousins," Lucas said, making you mentally agree that they were seriously blessed with amazing genes. "I'm not surprised that he didn't tell you."
"I didn't cause I knew you would meet her today," Hendery said with a shrug.
After many more introductions and small conversations, some businessmen were talking to Hendery while you conversed with Yuqi and Lucas. Lucas even invited you for his birthday party next week. You excused yourself to go get a drink after you exchanged numbers with the couple.
You made small talk with two women at the bar while you sipped on delicious aged wine. You noticed Hendery was at the other side of the hall, talking to another girl. He looked like he was stuck and fed-up, so you immediately made your way towards him.
"Hey, love, I was searching for you," you say and peck his lips-for the very first time- right in front of the girl. Of course, sober you wouldn't do that as much as you wanted to.
Hendery was shocked, but he played it cool, masking his shock perfectly. "Hey, babe," he smiled, eyes sparkling.
"Hendery, who is she?" the girl asked, clearly annoyed, folding her hands over her chest and looking at you in disgust.
"I'm his girlfriend, are you blind?" you roll your eyes at her, intertwining your hand with his. The girl just gave you a sharp death glare and left, making Hendery chuckle.
"Thanks for saving me," he smirked, "You know, you're so cute when you're jealous."
"I'm not jealous," you lied.
"You are."
"Nope."
"Admit it."
"Okay, fine, a little," you say with a pout, immediately giggling after that.
Hendery could immediately make out that you were getting a little drunk. "How much did you drink, Y/N?"
"I don't know," you answer, "Maybe three or four glasses? The wine was amazing."
He shook his head, letting out a chuckle that sounded like music to your ears. "We're leaving now. I'm driving," he said, taking your hand and pulling you outside.
"Thanks for dropping me home, Hendery," you giggle, holding onto the bedroom door.
"We're actually in my apartment, but yeah, it's yours too," he said with a grin.
Your back pressed against the bedroom door, and you put your arms around his neck, pulling him close to you. He visibly gulped, making you smirk at the effect you had on him for something as small as this. "Have I have told you that you look like an absolute God?"
He laughed, amused at how different and random you are when drunk. "You did now."
"It's hard to believe that you exist," you giggle, caressing the soft skin of his cheek with the pad of your thumb. "You're ethereal, Hendery."
He chuckles, cheeks turning into a shade of pink. You loved seeing him get all flustered, knowing that you were the reason.
Your eyes scanned every inch of his perfect face before landing on his plump pink lips. You involuntarily licked your own lips, catching Hendery's attention. His eyes darted between your lips and your eyes.
You pulled him closer and finally crashed your lips onto his. Hendery kissed you back immediately, hands moving to your waist. Your hands were in his soft hair, tugging on it. You broke the kiss and moved your lips along his sharp jawline before settling on his neck, sucking and biting the soft skin, leaving a pretty purplish-red mark. Hendery's grip on your waist tightened as you brought your lips back onto his.
"Get me out of this," you whined against his lips, referring to your gown.
"As much as I'd love to, I can't do that today," Hendery said, leaning his forehead against yours.
You frown, slightly hurt from the rejection. "Why?"
"You're drunk," he stated softly, "I won't take advantage of you, baby."
"Okay," you whisper, feeling the butterflies go insane with that one simple word: baby.
"Let's get you to bed, yeah?" he said and kissed your forehead.
You woke up hungover and slightly startled at the fact that you were in Hendery's bed, clad with only your panties and his t-shirt. You downed the pills he left for you on his beside table before you made your way to his bathroom. You had a few of your toiletries here from all the sleepovers you've had at Hendery's apartment, despite living in the same area.
After you took a shower and finished your morning routine, you pulled on one of Hendery's hoodies, tying your hair into a messy bun. You went to the living room where Hendery was watching TV.
"Good morning," he said with his usual bright smile, looking at you from head to toe. He loved seeing you in his clothes. "Slept well?"
"Yeah," you said, sitting beside him on the couch. He handed you a granola bar after unwrapping it.
That's when you noticed the nice big mark on his neck.
"Who gave you that?" you asked, feeling quite hurt.
"What? Oh, this," he says, pointing to the hickey, "You, of course."
Your eyes widened. "What? Me...?" You felt the heat rise up to your cheeks.
"You don't remember what happened last night," Hendery stated with a playful smile.
"No..." you murmur, leaning back on the couch as Hendery came closer and closer to you until he was hovering over you.
"Well, let me show you," he smirks sexily, before crashing his lips onto yours.
You kissed him back immediately, your hands involuntarily moving around his neck, trying to pull him even closer to you.
After a minute, he broke the kiss and sat up, pulling you onto his lap.
"Do you remember now?" He whispered.
"No," you say, straddling his lap and pressing your lips to his. He was extremely shocked at your unexpected bold move, considering you were a hundred percent sober right now.
His hands slipped under his hoodie that you were wearing, feeling the bare skin of your abdomen, before smiling when he noticed that you had no bra on. He rolled your nipples with his thumbs, causing you to grind on his hard on. He moaned into the kiss, and you took that opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth. His hands moved down your body to grab your ass as you continued grinding on him. You moaned when he started helping you move faster on him, loving the friction. He broke the kiss, squeezing your ass as his face scrunched up, releasing himself in his sweatpants with the sweetest sound you've ever heard.
His hands toyed with the waistband of your panties as he looked up at you for approval. You nod and he wastes no time in pushing them to the side, slipping a finger into your soaking core. You gasp when he adds another finger, feeling your walls immediately clench around it. He moves his fingers in and out of you, watching how you moan and scrunch your eyes at the feeling.
"I'm c-close," you moan out, grinding onto his fingers. He pumps faster and rubs your clit in circular motions, making you throw your head back, moaning loudly, as you cum all over his fingers.
He never broke the eye-contact as he slid his fingers out of you and put them in his mouth, licking them clean.
You hid your face in the crook of his neck, slightly embarrassed from what just took place. He chuckled as he kissed your head. "Stay here, I'm gonna go wash up."
You were having dinner at a luxurious hotel, celebrating Xuxi's birthday. You noticed that Hendery was fidgeting around a lot. Of course, you knew why.
The moment he saw you step out of Yuqi's room after she did your hair and makeup, wearing a short tight black dress that revealed a good amount of skin, you knew he was whipped and wanted to fuck you right there.
He was trying to be patient, but his patience was running out fast.
Finally, after everyone finished dinner and said their goodbyes, Hendery took your hand and pulled you to the elevator of the hotel to go to your room. Lucas had booked a room for you guys, saying that it was his birthday tradition to stay a night in a hotel. Hendery unlocked the door with the room key, closing it behind him and pushing you against it once you both took your respective footwear off.
"You drive me fucking crazy, princess. I want you so bad. Fuck, all I want is you."
"I'm all yours," you whisper, looking up at him through your long lashes. He took your hand and led you to the bed, settling in the middle and pulling you on top of him so that you were straddling his lap. He pulled you down to his level and crashed his lips onto yours. God, he was an amazing kisser. He sat up, never breaking the kiss, so that you could take off his leather jacket and his t-shirt. In one swift motion, he pulled your dress off, leaving you in just a pair of your thin lace panties. He broke the kiss to look at your almost naked body for the first time. "You're so beautiful," he whispers in amazement, eyes full of love. You loved how his eyes roamed all over your body.
"Can I touch you, Y/N?" he asks and you immediately approve. "Yes, please."
His hands cupped your boobs before one of them trailed to your dripping core. He moved his index finger over the wet patch of the thin lace, his eyes widened. "Fuck, baby, you're soaking wet for me," he says, pecking your lips.
"I want to ride you now," you say before unzipping his jeans and pulling it down with his briefs. He kicked them off and cursed when he felt your warm hands on his hard length, stroking him.
"Are you sure? I haven't prepped you."
"I'm alright."
"I don't have a condom on me, so I'm going to have to pull out. Is that okay with you, princess?" he asks and you nod before lining him up with your entrance and immediately sinking down on him.
It had been so long since you had sex, so the stretch was a little painful. He grunted loudly, feeling your walls clench around him. "Fuck, you're so tight!" you smirked at his words as you slowly began to bounce on him, feeling the pain turn to pleasure. He loved the way your boobs bounced and the way you threw your head back, moaning his name. He grabbed your ass, helping you move faster and harder on him. "Fuck, baby, you take me so well!"
He sat up, still moving you on him, until your boobs were right in front of his pretty face. He kissed the space between your breasts before taking one nipple in his mouth, sucking it gently and licking it, while rolling your other nipple, making you moan loudly. You fingers found your way to his hair, tugging on it. He left your nipples for your soft lips, kissing you hungrily. A particular thrust made you moan and he took that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hands massaged your boobs, before he broke the kiss.
"Come for me, babygirl," he says, rolling your clit in circular motions with his thumb. Your legs begin to shake and you feel yourself approaching your high.
"Hendery! Fuck!" you yell, throwing your head back as you came all over Hendery's cock. He thrusted into you a few more times before he flipped you onto your back and pulled out, spilling his cum on your stomach. He pumped himself a few more times, milking himself dry before he collapsed on you. He looked up at you and smirked at your fucked-out expression.
He leaned in to kiss you gently, stroking your cheeks with his thumb. "That was amazing," he says with a breathtaking smile, making the butterflies in your stomach turn wild. You hum in approval, running your hand through his messy hair.
"I'm taking you out on a date tomorrow. But for now, shower with me?" he asks cutely, and of course, you couldn't say no.
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Remedy | jeon jeongguk
After a disappointing call from his manager, Jeongguk opens up to you about his life as an idol for the first time. No longer the happy and energetic boy you’re so used to, he lets everything out - and his words make your heart heavy with sorrow.
— 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤; jeon jeongguk x reader
— 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 1,808
— 𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤; PG
— 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢; angst, ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ, idol!au, jeongguk and reader are friends for now
— 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; none, just sad jeongguk to make your heart ache :(
— 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰; this is a repost cause I accidentally deleted the original one -.- anyway, this fic is inspired by the meaning behind jeongguk’s solo my time. This was also meant to be a scene in a longer fic I’m planning so if you like this please let me know! I’m really proud of this piece so please enjoy <3
(gif above is not mine!)
Your eyes fall down to the reflection of the city in the black abyss of water beneath you, arms laying against the cool metal railing of the bridge as Jeongguk stands beside you with his shoulder brushing against yours.
The atmosphere had been light all night until just a few minutes ago, when he got a call from his manager. He had suggested for Jeongguk to discontinue with his midnight adventures he’d been having with you, preferably before someone notices it’s him hiding under the bucket hat and black oversized jacket. Jeongguk understands the reasoning of course, knowing it’s only to keep everyone including himself safe - but still he can’t help but to be disappointed.
“What’s on your mind?” You ask as your eyes land on his figure beside you, gaze falling down to study the way he fiddles with his hands.
He sighs, looking up at the sky. “I don’t know, I’m just a little gutted I guess.”
The two of you stand there in silence for a small while, then he speaks again - his voice breaking the silence in your shared bubble.
“Doing this,” he says, gesturing with his hand between the two of you. “It brings some sort of normality to my days in a way, and when we’re out like this I just forget how crazy my life actually is, and it feels so nice to just be with you like this. It feels like I’m just Jeongguk. Not anyone or anything else, not Jeongguk who’s on stage, not the guy who’s good at everything - just me.” He has a small smile on his lips as he finishes, eyes meeting yours.
“I’m happy to know you feel that way,” You smile back.
Yet again, the two of you fall into a comfortable silence - and despite the big city you’re in it actually feels silent, peaceful.
Seoul is never really silent. Behind you on the bridge, outside the walls of your bubble, there’s still plenty of cars driving by even though dawn is slowly approaching. Groups of friends still pass you by, loud from the exciting buzz a Friday night out brings. The city never sleeps and there’s constant sound filling the atmosphere.
However with Jeongguk next to you, every noise, every person fades into the night - and left is just the two of you and the stars.
You tune back in with reality as he speaks again, his tone suddenly a little different than before. “I just get lonely sometimes… living like this.”
Your look up at him, his smile now nowhere to be seen. You watch as he lets his gaze wander over the night sky, the lights of Seoul reflecting in his eyes. His dark orbs create galaxies of their own, stars shining in them just like the celestial bodies in the dark above you. And without realizing, you’ve come to prefer stargazing into them rather than the sky.
He exhales, his parted lips making way for a shaky breath before he continues speaking. “It almost feels like I exist in a different time and space than everyone around me.” He gathers the courage to meet your own gaze, voice weak as he talks.
A feeling of concern starts growing in your chest and your heart starts to ache as you see the sorrow in his eyes, a sight you’ve never seen before. The man in front of you, whom you’ve spent almost every day with for the past month, suddenly feels foreign to you. There’s no playfulness hidden in his features, no witty comments lingering on the tip of his tongue - waiting to be said just before the two of you break into laughter. His warm, dark irises almost seem sombre to you and the dimple you’re so used to seeing next to his bunny smile is now visible in a different emotion as his lips press together into a line.
It breaks you to see him like this.
“It all happened so fast, you know?” He says along with a sigh, looking out over Han River again as his fingers curl around the railing in front of him.
You turn towards him slightly, wanting him to know he has your full attention. You admire his features as he searches for words to say, deciding not to interrupt and just let him speak his mind.
“I started working to fulfill my dreams at such a young age I missed out on so much, and even though I’ve come so far - to a place I never even imagined I could reach - there’s still traces of losses, like something’s missing in here,” he lays a hand over his heart, a crease forming between his eyebrows as he fists the fabric of his hoodie. “It’s a strange feeling to miss something you’ve never known in the first place, something you might never know. I never had the chance to do all the things other guys my age have done, like dating or spending time with friends downtown at an ungodly hour and just messing around and being a normal teenager. Even just the simplest things, boring things, like studying for an exam along with other students and going to study groups.”
You feel your heart shatter into two as you notice his eyes becoming glossy, the stars in them shining brighter before they start fading - the fuel keeping them alive slowly disappearing.
You can’t even begin to imagine what he must feel like, not knowing mundane experiences that close to everyone his age has experience - things that most people experience daily. How lonely it must get when you can’t relate to anyone around you no matter how much you might want to, and the only one who’d really understand what you’re feeling being yourself. No one to turn to who’d be able to help or give advice.
You feel your eyes starting to sting as you stand beside him, but you’re quick to blink the tears away - wanting to stay strong for him when he’s weak. Knowing Jeongguk, if you’d let a tear fall he’d immediately put you first and do everything in his power to comfort you and make you feel okay. But he needs you now, more than he ever has before.
You reach out and take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers with his. This makes him look down at them, a subtle smile tugging at his lips as he sniffles quietly.
“I don’t want to sound ungrateful because that’s so far from what I am, the life I’m living is more than I ever dreamed of and to have met the six people who now mean so much to me, and have raised me, makes me feel so lucky.” He smiles, eyes still glossy. “And the fact I have so many people supporting me in what I love to do means more than anything. It’s all just bittersweet in a way, but I’m sure my time will come someday.”
Your gaze moves from your interlocked hands to his eyes, and only then you realize he’s crying. Worry blooms in your chest and your hand leaves his to rub over his bicep as you search for his gaze.
“Hey,” you say softly, the volume of your voice barely above a whisper.
He looks down, wanting to hide his face from you but your hands come up to cup his jaw. This makes him look up and turn towards you, a pained expression painting his features. With eyebrows scrunched and his lips quivering he shakily inhales.
The stars sparkling in his eyes just minutes ago have turned liquid, swimming in his eyes before they spill down his cheeks - leaving his eyes dull and empty, like how you imagine space would look like without its galaxies.
“Sorry,” He chokes out, eyes closing to avoid meeting yours as more tears run down his face.
“Stop, just look at me,” you say. After a few seconds of no response you proceed to wipe the wet paths on his cheeks with your thumbs before whispering, “Jeongguk, please.”
At your soft pleading voice, his eyes flutter open.
“It’s okay not to be okay,” you tell him. “It’s okay to cry.”
He nods as you wipe his tears away, only for more to fall as he bites down hard on his bottom lip - his breath erratic as he inhales.
The pad of your thumb comes up to his lips and soothingly skims over the pink of them, making him release the sore skin caught between his teeth to let you caress it softly.
The sight of him like this breaks your heart a little more for every tear that escapes down his cheeks, and all you want to do is make him feel okay. You’ll do anything.
You’d put every single star up in his sky if he asked you to.
Removing your hands from his face, you put your arms around his neck and pull him into your embrace. Before long you feel his arms around your waist, your body ending up even closer to his as he hugs you tightly.
You softly run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and you feel him relax against you at the touch, his head falling to your shoulder as he inhales and exhales deeply to calm himself down and steady his breath.
“I wish I could take it away,” You say quietly, tears yet again stinging in your eyes as you think of his words.
In all your life, you’ve never met someone like the person in your embrace. Jeongguk, in spite of his success and achievements, is the most humble person you’ve ever known. No matter where you are, or what situation the two of you have stumbled into, he never fails to be kind and polite to those he meets.
His heart is so big he apologizes for anything that might be an inconvenience to others when he hasn’t done anything wrong in the first place. Just like right now, how he felt the need to apologize for crying. You’re certain his heart is made of pure gold.
You feel him pause for a moment, trying to figure out what your words are referring to. “Take what away?” He asks, pulling away to look at you while keeping his arms around you still.
“The pain…, the loneliness.”
His eyes linger on you before he pulls you against him again, his cheek pressed against your temple.
“You being here with me is more than enough,” He says, and you sense the small smile on his lips.
You feel warmth spread through your body as you hear his words, hugging him tighter. You shiver as he leans down to rest his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath making goosebumps appear on your skin before he whispers;
“You’re my remedy.”
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"Childhood crush" - Alfie Solomons x reader
So this one is for the lovely @evelynshelby, today is your birthday and as a present here is a little something for you. I hope you like it and that it will be able to make you feel a little better✨ I haven't proofread it I'm sorry, but I wanted it to be out for your birthday so here it is.
I haven't written Alfie in what feels like forever and I actually missed him lol. The Bane request is the next one don't worry anon.
Requests are always open and feedback is always appreciated!
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Life could be such a wonderful experience. Feeling the warmth of the sunlight on your face while taking a stroll down a park, listening to the quiet sounds of the birds resting on the nearby trees. Humming a little tune of your own you relished in feeling the moment to its core, in its simplicity. Who could have thought that such a simple action could bring such powerful emotions? Well, maybe the Romantic poets did but that's beside the point.
Afternoon strolls were a recurring thing between you and Alfie. It had started a couple months ago when you thought it would be such a waste to be coped up into a restaurant with a beautiful day blossoming outside. Surprisingly, Alfie had agreed too despite the bad hip. He thought it would be a unique opportunity to get to know you better and indeed it was right. Along with the flowers, your relationship was starting to blossom too. It was crystal clear that there was something between you two but for some reason, neither of you pushed to put a label on it. You'd rather enjoy each other company in every possible way: evenings at the pictures, morning dates at a museum, dinner at your place and of course, your favourite one, the afternoon strolls.
Today wasn't any different than any other day. You were enjoying Alfie's company, walking alongside, observing the way nature was waking and growing more colourful. You were so taken by the sheer pink of a flower growing at the roots of a tree that when you looked up, it took you a moment to realize that the man who was walking your way, was rather familiar. Not in a good way though. Occasional meetings on the streets were something that you had always found rather dull but this one was different. You could tell by the feeling of dread that suddenly took over your bones or the shivers that made you slightly tremble. The man that had been unaware of his effect on you and yourself, was the one and only Stephan Loop.
Stephan had been your first crush but also your first heartbreak. Nothing really happened given that you were eight and he didn't reciprocate your feelings. That wasn't the worse part, you couldn't blame someone for not thinking you're pretty, even at the candid age of eigh you knew that. What broke you was what happened because of the crush.
You thought you had been sly about it but you couldn't have been more wrong because he knew and made it very clear that he didn't feel the same, even if you hadn't ever thought that he did, or well his cousin did. Sweet old wretched Clode thought it was rather fitting to make your crush very public. That meant not only poor Stephan that did nothing but stare probably not understanding what was going on, but also the whole class, which of course was very delighted by all the drama. It may sound a little childish because nothing really happened, but it was one of your most embarrassing moment, one that still haunted you from time to time. It's safe to say that you didn't recover from the embarrassment and shame yet. The crush was long forgotten but the shame... that will never fade. So when you saw his face coming closer you couldn't help but turn to Alfie for help, who was completely unaware of the intern turmoil you were experiencing.
"Alfie, quick hide me." you hurriedly walked over him and then behind him.
"What the fuck are you on about pet, what is going on?" He had been looking at the ground to try and not triple over any little rocks or branches. So he was genuinely startled by your sudden movement.
"Now it's not the time to ask questions, Alfred. Just put that massive body you have to use and hide me, please." You took the back his coat in your hands, holding it tightly so that you could keep him in place. A rather stupid thought given the difference between your hights and strength levels.
He hadn't a clue about what was happening but the fear and panic on your face were real. That much he knew. You kept glancing at the approaching Stephan, your face getting paler and paler as he took more steps towards you. It didn't take long for Alfie to connect the dots. He didn't know why but he knew that that man was the cause of your distress. So of course, he took the opportunity to turn the situation in his favour. Grabbing you, he brought you in front of him and softly pushed you on a wall you were walking by, his face getting dangerously close to yours.
This wasn't exactly what you had in mind when you asked him to hide you but Alfie was a cheeky bastard so you should've expected it.
"Don't take advantage of the situation Alfred." You warned him narrowing your eyes and staring pointedly at him.
"I don't know what you're talking about pet, I'm just doing what you asked, see? I don't think he'll be able to recognize you. I fear that your face is still too exposed tho. Here." and got even closer, your noses were now touching. If he inclined his head, your lips would too. Too into the moment, you let him distract you and have his way with you. He was even about to do it, that bastard, when you suddenly remembered yourself and pushed him away. You didn't know if Stephan had already walked past you but at this point, you didn't care.
"I actually prefer to die from an old wound that to open a new one, thank you very much asshole." you spat leaving him behind. But of course, Alfie being his annoying self didn't let you venture far off before catching up with you.
"A thank you would be enough, pet. " You heard his pace quicken thanks to the sound of leaves he stomped.
"Why the hell would I thank you?"
" 'Cause I've saved you from an embarrassing moment, like the gentleman I am."
"Yeah, by making fun of me. What a hero." you sassed with a roll of your eyes even though he couldn't see it.
"How was that making fun of you?" He sounded genuinely taken back
"Why would you pretend to kiss me? Couldn't you just hide me in a different way?"
"Public display of affection make people nervous so they don't look, alias you'd have been safe. You're welcome."
"Whatever you say Alfie." you mumble trying to put space between the two of you not in the mood to have this conversation anymore.
"Stop running Y/n, you know I can't keep up with you with this bloody stick." He growled and you knew he was getting frustrated.
"Well, maybe that's the point." you mumbled loud enough so that he could hear you.
To be honest, Alfie's behaviour was nothing new. He always did like to make fun of you or to put you in a tight spot just to see you all flushed and embarrassed. He was a sadist, that old bastard. But you also like to make fun of him and his nice and elegant walking stick so it was fair game really. The similarities between what he did and what happened with Stephan were too close though to let you brush away his comments like an irritating joke.
You slowed down after a while, letting him catch up with you, and he did eventually, in silence.
"So, wanna tell me who was that bloke?" he asked after a while.
"Not really." you mutter with a shrug.
"Did he hurt you?" he asked further.
"Not really." His cousin did.
"So what did he do that had you hidin' behind me like a scared kitten?" He persisted like you know he would.
"Let's just say that he's related to the most embarrassing moment of my life." You confessed.
"So he did hurt ya. Want me to let him meet my fists?" He oh so kindly offered.
"Although that's really kind of you, I think it's not necessary. And he didn't hurt me, his cousin did, " you started letting him in slightly, "she made fun of me because I had a little crush on her cousin, who was the guy we saw earlier. I haven't spoken to either of them since that day."
"Did he make fun of you too?" he just asked.
"Not really. But I'll always be the girl who had a crush on him you know? How can I ever look him in the eye after that?" You finally open up, looking to him and you find him already staring at you.
"He should feel fucking lucky to have a girl such as yourself crush on him. But, if it really bothers you still, you could be the girl he saw again after all these years, at the arm of a gentleman such as myself." He joked but you knew that his words were a tacit offer.
Smiling at him, you take the arm he was offering. Oh, how you cherished this man.
"Well, I think I'll take you up on that, thank you very much." you beam at him, leaving a sweet kiss on his cheek sealing the deal.
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Tangled Webs - Chapter Two (Peter Parker x Reader)
DARK WEBS MASTERLIST | TANGLED WEBS MASTERLIST
Warnings: Angst, language, Smut, Topics of death and depression, PTSD, more angst, violence, a bit more fluff and smut than the last series? Somewhat ignoring the MCU timeline due to mature content
Word Count: 5868
Summary: Peter realized the responsibilites he’s facing may be too overwhelming and getting in over his head while he continues to worry about you. With good reason...
A/N: Cleaning up my taglist so if you haven’t put your name on the form please do so. I can’t wait to hear your feed back on this chapter! A super angsty chapter, but I hope you guys enjoy it and please share + reblog if you do! I can’t wait for your feedback! (Also I found this .gif on google, so if you made it, or know who did, let me know and I will credit!) Thank you xx -N
“Y/N, wake up…”
“I need you to go to the store, Y/N…”
“Wake up, please…”
“Where’s the mask?”
You groaned as you flung the covers off of you as you frustratedly got out of bed. Peter was never one to pester you to get out of bed, unless he had something important to discuss or if it was getting a little later than you usually liked to be asleep for. But it was only nine in the morning, what was so urgent?
Grabbing a change of clothes, you went to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. The smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen flowing through your nostrils as you started to begin your day. Clearly whatever Peter needed from you wasn’t that important if he had time to make breakfast.
“Y/N! Mask!” you heard him shout again from the other room. You rolled your eyes with the huff of your breath as you padded your way into the kitchen, seeing Peter over the stove in his favorite NASA t-shirt as he turned over a few strips of bacon. It didn’t look urgent at all.
“What’s the problem with your mask?” you asked him as you pushed your hair out of your face to greet him. Trying to hide your annoyance from being too tired, even though you were happy to see Peter in the kitchen again for you.
Peter flashed you a grin as he started making you a plate of breakfast, “Uh, nothing? I mean Karen’s been a bit screwy but nothing I can’t fix in the lab,” Peter looked at you as if you were nuts. Did you look at his suit or did he mention his mask to you and forgot that he did?
“Thought we could take a break from bagels for the morning since I have to meet with Agent Kent in a bit,” he told you as he set the plate down on the counter.
“Is that why you were calling me so many times?” you asked him in your tired voice, clearing your throat as you rubbed your eyes. You sat at the table, rubbing your temples as you felt your head aching, “I love that you made this but I wish you didn’t wake me up for it,” you let out a small laugh, taking a bite of your bacon.
Peter gave you a look, “I didn’t wake you? Not yet anyway. But I am glad you’re awake now because I found something I think you might like,” he said as he dragged his chair closer to you, pulling out his EDITH glasses and projecting his tech out onto the table for you to see.
Brushing aside the annoyance you had earlier that he had woken you up, you leaned forward as you looked at the projection Peter was showing you. Your eyes lit up as you tapped the projection, zooming in on what he was showing you.
“I know this sounds kind of crazy but I think there’s a force coming similar to the one we saw at the Yankee game…” Peter started to say as he zoomed in on the magnetic fields he was tracking, “There’s something coming and it’s ten times bigger than that was,” he told you as he pinned the location.
You swallowed at the idea, knowing the Yankee game incident was all your doing. The fact that Peter alone thought you were that dangerous broke your heart more than you could put into words. And if anything it was more satisfaction in yourself knowing that you took care of this.
But there was a sudden uneasiness in knowing that this force couldn’t be yours. Your abilities were frozen and you couldn’t have caused this. This was something else. Something bigger than you, something with an actual intention of doing harm to the city. And it was happening faster than you even realized.
Looking at the speed of the field, you could tell it was arriving fast, “Peter, if that’s right it’s going to hit tonight,” you told him, giving him a worried look as you zoomed in on the location.
“It’s going to be right in the middle of the uptown area, fuck…” Peter shook his head as he felt his chest tighten at the thought. There could be thousands of people over there that could get hurt or maybe even killed if Peter didn’t stop this thing.
Peter hadn’t seen anything of this size ever. The damage this could cause would be catastrophic. He knew he had to do something about it but that didn’t mean he wasn’t terrified to put the suit on and try.
He was still just getting back into the habit of things. He hadn’t fought anything of this nature since Osborn. And that was months ago. He was taking things a little bit at a time but if his city needed him, if SHIELD needed him, he knew he had to step up to the plate.
You squeezed Peter’s hand, detecting how nervous he was, “This energy could be a number of things. But you’re already a step ahead by tracking it and I’m so proud of you for doing that,” you gave Peter a smile, “Tell Kent so he can get backup in there for you. Whatever it is, I want you to be prepared,” you told him as you could feel how nervous he was from the way he was holding your hand.
“Do you think you could be on the headset with me tonight to talk me through this? I’m really going to need your help but I want you to stay here where it’s safe,” Peter said as he looked you in the eye.
“As if you need to even ask, Parker,” you told him as you brought your lips up to his, brushing them against his as you pressed your head to his, “We’re going to take care of this together,” you said softly.
Peter smiled, kissing you again, “Spider-Man never gets a day off, does he?” he laughed against your lips as his alarm went off to remind him of his meeting with Agent Kent, “But thank you for calming me down,” he smiled, lucky that he had you to pull him off of the edge every time he felt like he was about to fall.
“Always,” you smiled as you gave him a playful nudge, “And tell that god damn Agent Kent he owes me some serious one on one time,” you smirked at Peter with a playful wink, hoping a joke would help calm his nerves a bit too.
Peter shook his head with a laugh, “I’ll tell him but it’s going to make me immensely jealous if I see you two together,” he winked at you playfully, making you giggle before he got into the elevator to take it up to S.H.I.E.L.D’s floor.
This was becoming much of a norm for Peter, he thought to himself as he scanned his fingerprints into the identification lock as it opened up for him. Night patrols, followed by barely seeing you, followed by meeting and training with S.H.I.E.L.D, to more shortened dinners with you before his patrol, then repeat. It was exhausting and there were times he wished he could just not do any of this but it was part of the responsibility he was given. And as he was remembering, responsibility came with his gifts.
Peter knew he owed you way more than just a few hours a day at breakfast and dinner. He hated that he couldn’t give you more of his time. That was part of his reason he suggested the lake house, just you and him. No Spider-Man, no S.H.I.E.L.D, no strange or unusual energy forces threatening the lives of thousands that Peter had to take care of.
Just you and him. It’s all he wanted. Where you were safe and didn’t have to be afraid of anything around you and he knew he was doing his job by keeping you safe too. And you wouldn’t be hiding things from him that he had to try and just be patient for you to come to him about. Like how you were patient with Peter. He had to be with you.
“My girlfriend says you owe her one for calling me in so early,” Peter told Agent Kent as he approached him in the office, putting his EDITH glasses on as he took a seat in the chair at the round table as he gave Kent a disapproving look.
Agent Kent narrowed his eyes on Peter with a cheeky grin, “I didn’t realize you and Miss Y/L/N were so welcoming to me,” he said smugly as he adjusted his tie before turning his computer to show Peter.
Peter had only met Agent Kent the other day but Peter could tell he was different from Agent Hill and the other S.H.I.E.L.D agents. He was relaxed, a bit more outgoing. And Peter could actually say things like that to him without getting scolded or being told to grow up. It was actually quite relieving.
Kent was a little older but around the same age as you and Peter. Once a former member of the NYPD Police Academy, Kent dropped out after a tragic incident which left him injured for well over six months. After his recovery, Kent spent his time working with the logistics department by attaining new and unique forms of weaponry for the military. His discoveries were what brought him into S.H.I.E.L.D; hoping he’d be an asset to them to gain intel on future threats coming into the city. Similar to what Harry Osborn was doing with the stolen Stark tech.
“How did you know to check for energy levels this high?” Kent asked Peter as he zoomed in on the location, “This could be detrimental if we don’t get in there tonight,” he added as he sent a call out to the other agents to let them know.
Peter shrugged, licking his lips, “I just had a...feeling,” he admitted as he felt so cheesy saying it. But that was the truth. He always had a feeling when something was coming. Especially something of this magnitude.
Kent and Peter created a plan in his office before he warned the other agents. Peter would be in the spot the energy was planned to hit after the area had been evacuated. S.H.I.E.L.D was only going to be backing Peter up, so it was up to him to do the hard part; trying to get rid of whatever the hell this was without making too much of a mess.
“You okay, Parker?” Kent noticed the look on Peter’s face as he started to leave his office to head towards the gym to work on some simulations before tonight.
“Just haven’t fought something this big in a while,” Peter admitted, feeling oddly comfortable enough in admitting that to Kent, a stranger. But at the same time he needed to know the truth. They were working for the same team and Kent needed to know if Peter was feeling off.
And the truth was, fighting this thing alone was making Peter feel like he was screwed. He knew the reality was if he had you on the line with him from base, giving him pointers and being his first chair, he’d be fine. Because you always were right and could see the whole picture from afar when Peter was too close. He knew in his heart he could beat this thing as he had done so many times in the past.
But his brain was messing with him. Telling him it was too big for him to handle on his own. That he would lose miserably and would disappoint you. Even if he knew deep down that might not be the case, his past trauma was making him believe otherwise and think of the worst possible outcomes.
“It’s okay to be afraid, Pete. Just know when it’s time to swallow it whole before it turns to doubt. Doubt is what makes failure, not fear,” he told Peter with a knowing look.
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“I’m expecting two thousand words tomorrow on something. It’s been days since you’ve given us anything. Twice a week, that's our deal,” your editor said with a scolding tone as he handed you your paycheck, “We don’t like it when The Daily Bugle sells more papers than us and I don’t think you do either,” he told you has he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“No sir,” you answered through your teeth as you grabbed your check before storming out of his office. You stuffed your check into your bag as you headed out of the office for The Daily Globe, heading down to the nearby bank down the street to cash it.
You knew you had a job to do for The Daily Globe and you were aware you really hadn’t been writing anything at all since your treatment. But as your body was healing from the injection, you were still feeling a bit on edge from it and took time for yourself instead of writing for the paper.
It was tricky not to rely too much on Peter for stories but the media relied heavily on Spider-Man and neither one of you could help it. You didn’t want anything bad to happen but the journalist in you was hoping this energy thing that Peter had found was going to be something that you could at least spin for a story. Just something to get your editor off of your back for a few more days.
But you needed a backup in case you couldn’t use what Peter found as a story. You had contemplated going undercover into the mental hospital to try and get something out of the man Peter had arrested at the bank the other day but something inside of you was saying it was going to be a pointless trip.
Spending the last few days in the tower as you got back on your feet really kept you in the dark of what was going on in the city. Which probably wasn’t the smartest idea.
Things weren’t any better since OsCorp fell. If anything, they were worse. Politicians were corrupt, as was the the city and justice system. If people had enough money in their pockets or knew the right people, they wouldn’t see the light of a courthouse by a long shot. And it drove people like you and Peter crazy; who saw the shady and unethical circumstances on a daily basis. And it felt like no matter what Peter did, no matter what you wrote about; it wasn’t making even the slightest bit of difference.
It made you think maybe Peter was right about getting out of the city. Maybe there was only so much Spider-Man could do and this was bigger than him. Maybe it was just-
“Mask!” a voice shouted, sounding like it was coming from behind you that cut off your train of thought as you walked down the street. You turned around but there wasn’t anybody behind you for about two blocks.
Shrugging to yourself, you put your AirPods in and kept walking. Hoping to use some music as a distraction to yourself as you walked down the next block. Maybe there were more symptoms to this treatment than what Doctor Octavious was even aware of. Maybe a call to him when you got back to the tower wouldn’t be a bad idea.
You started running, focusing on your breath as you paced yourself down each block. The music blasting in your ears as you ignored your surroundings that were beginning to feel like they were closing in on you. The pressure in your head building as that familiar feeling began coming back. The feeling you thought you were getting rid of.
Keeping Peter on your mind, you tried ignoring it as you remembered the other day that Peter helped you relax that feeling and put it back to bed.This treatment was clearly experimental and not perfect, there were bound to be some flaws; and you were beginning to learn that some of the side effects were going to take a bit longer to go away.
Exhaling through your mouth, you stopped suddenly. Not because you decided to, or that you were tired. You just stopped in front of a pharmacy. It was almost as if your legs just stopped working. Like for a moment, your brain had forgotten how to pick them up and continue running. What the hell was happening?
You tried picking your feet up but it was as if they were glued to the cement. Your heart started racing nervously as you bent down, trying to maybe take your feet out of your shoes but they still didn’t budge. You weren’t sure why but the only thing you thought you could do was stand there mindlessly, and for some reason to reach into your bag and pull out the cash you just received from the ATM.
And then suddenly, you started walking again. You were so relieved you weren’t hurt that you didn’t care where you were walking to. Heading into the pharmacy, you clutched your cash in your fist as you walked down the aisles until you found an enticing one.
It didn’t feel like you. It didn’t feel like you were really walking or that you were walking down the cosmetic aisle. Walking passed all of the items that would always make you stop and grab your attention but you stopped in the back of the store.
Looking at the section of wigs and masks, your eye was caught and your eyes looked on each and every row cautiously. Your eyes reviewing each and every one with careful consideration before you made your selection. But selection for what? Why did you suddenly crave this sudden impulse buy? You had no desire for it earlier.
But your eyes went to a small black masquerade mask and your body shivered. It looked perfect. Perfect for what, you didn’t know. But you grabbed it off of the shelf and brought it to the counter. Tossing your cash at the cashier before you slid the mask into your purse.
“See you tonight,” you heard someone say as you exited the pharmacy. A sudden coldness surrounding you as you heard the voice.
Turning around again, you saw once more that nobody was there but you.
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You pulled Peter’s mask over his head, leaving his mouth and nose open as you captured his lips against yours softly. He leaned his back against the half opened window as his hands went to your sides while he kissed you back.
The calmness rushed through his body as you touched him. Needing and wanting so much more of you but knowing he had a job to do before he could even think about that just yet. He pulled away with a smile, kissing your cheek as he pulled down the rest of his mask to cover his whole face.
“I’ll be on channel nine bossing you around, tiger,” you teased him as you gave him a playful nudge onto the window. Watching as he shot his web out onto the ledge as he prepared himself to take off.
“Kent or Fury better not call me tomorrow because I’m taking a day off,” Peter laughed through his mask as he let go of your hand before he swung off of the balcony and towards the next building; becoming a swinging ant in the sudden distance. Or in this case, a spider.
You grabbed your radio and turned on your channel as you headed into the lab to track Peter’s whereabouts. Taking a seat as you put your headset on, you could already see Peter was close to the destination so quickly.
“Parker, this thing is getting close…” you warned as you zoomed in on the energy source. You could tell Peter was practically right on top of it, hoping he had a better idea of what they were dealing with.
“Kent, you here?” Peter asked over the radio as you adjusted the volume of your radio, “I think I see this thing and I can’t make heads or tails of it…” he said through your headset as you channeled in the S.H.I.E.L.D radio so you could listen to what this new Agent Kent was telling Peter.
“Copy that, Peter. Whatever the hell this thing is, its elements are Earth based. We’re running a test and it’s coming back saying it's sedimentary…” a voice explained, which you assumed was Agent Kent.
Turning on your satellite camera to take a better look at the picture for Peter. You gasped at the sight, never seeing anything like that. It was about the same size as Bruce Banner, only he was much more menacing looking. What appeared to be rocks instead of skin as he reached for Peter in the street but missed as Peter jumped onto a bodega, making the rock elemental thing slam into the concrete with the loudest thud you heard.
You heard Peter yelp and cuss through his mask as he tried to regain some strength back to web up some weapons from nearby. All the while taking pedestrians who refused to evacuate from earlier and bringing them to the top of the building. Peter really did do it all. Even in moments like these, you were so proud of him.
“Any ideas on what to do with this jackass?” Peter asked as you heard another thud coming from his side. You hated when he put himself in so much danger. As much as you wanted to help him, you knew you’d be useless.
Well maybe not so useless when you had his venom going through your bloodstream, making you some sort of hybrid. But now that it was frozen, yes, useless.
“You're not going to love this idea but I may have something crazy enough to work...” you spoke, thinking of an idea that was crazy but it could work, you tapped on your mic to respond. But if he was rock based then Peter could blast him to pieces with a web grenade. One, maybe two to his shoulder and he’d be scared off easily. Maybe even entirely blasted away. It was crazy enough to work and you knew Peter could do it in a matter of seconds.
But when you opened your mouth, nothing was coming out. It was like what had happened earlier on the sidewalk but with your mouth instead of your legs. Not again, you thought. Not now. Not when Peter needed you.
“Y/N?!” you heard Peter crying out for you. He needed you and you couldn’t tell him why you weren’t answering. You didn’t know why or what was happening. But you logged off your radio as tears started streaming down your cheeks once you heard Peter yelling out for you once more.
Getting up from the lab, you felt like you floated your way towards the elevator and downstairs. It felt like you weren’t in control of yourself. Like all of a sudden, you were just acting on impulse and doing things that weren’t even on your mind.
Peter needed you and you were now halfway down the street for no reason at all. Standing in front of a convenience store with your eyes on the cashier. Go back home, you said to yourself.
But you still didn’t budge.
You could practically feel Peter’s fear after leaving him like that. You could just tell something was wrong wherever he was or whatever he was doing. You had a feeling that he was nervous, maybe even scared that you just vanished from the call. Maybe you felt it so strongly because you yourself were scared right now. This wasn’t you, you knew that.
But you had an urge to open your mouth, “What am I doing here?” you asked yourself. You weren’t sure why but you had a feeling that somebody brought you here for a reason. Whatever that was.
“Getting paid,” something answered. The same voice from earlier outside of the ATM and this morning when you thought it was Peter. Only now it was more clear it wasn’t from somebody around you, it was coming from in your head.
You unknowingly reached into your pocket, not even realizing the black mask you had purchased earlier was in there. You tied it around your face as it covered your eyes as it went back to the cashier. Reaching into your back pocket, you pulled out a blaster glove from the lab you didn’t even know you took as you left as you slid it onto your hand.
Swallowing thickly, you felt your heart beating out of your chest as you felt your body go rigid. It was becoming too obvious why you were here and for some reason you couldn’t stop yourself as you ran into the store and shoved the blaster in the cashier’s face.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you apologized to the guy, who threw his hands up in surrender towards you, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you kept telling him but you couldn’t put your arm down.
“Stop apologizing. Take the money and go home,” the voice told you again.
You whimpered to yourself in disbelief as you pointed the blaster in his face once more as you shook your head, “I’m sorry but I need your money. I really don’t want to hurt you,” you told him as the ringing in your head started to build up.
No, you didn’t want to hurt this poor man as he emptied out his register and stuffed the cash into your bag. But you had no idea what you were capable of right now, so you weren’t going to risk that chance and put his life on the line while you fought with yourself, quite literally.
Clenching your jaw, you tried to fight the white noise growing in your head. The treatment didn’t work at all. It was making everything worse, possibly the cause of what was going on with the voices inside of your head as you fought the noise as your hand trembled while holding the blaster in his face.
You blacked out as you heard your surroundings. The man screaming for help and the voice in your head trying to tell you to run. You tried to think of Peter again to stifle it back down; just long enough so you could get out of there. But it was already boiling up to your surface.
The silence stopped as you heard a thud. Leaning over the counter, you saw the man on the floor with his hand on his arm with blood spewing out of it. But you knew the blaster wouldn’t break the skin, so there was no possible way the blaster could have hurt him.
“Get out of there, Y/N!” The voice in your head said as you felt a force to make you move. But you finally refused as you looked over in the guy’s hand and noticed he was holding a knife in his hand.
“How the fuck did you stab me?!” he shouted at you as he tried to find something to stop his bleeding.
This was the guy with the gun in the alley all over again. Doctor Octavious was right about something, at least. But catastrophic things weren’t happening around you…
...You were the catastrophic thing.
You watched the guy cry out for help, which only made you feel even worse. Walking towards the back of the store, you headed towards the liquor section and grabbed a bottle of gin. You already almost killed a guy while robbing his store, what was a bottle of gin going to add?
“Get the fuck out of here, you bitch!” he shouted at you as you began opening the bottle. You were already planning on it, you thought to yourself as you took a swig from the bottle, letting the burning liquid slide down your throat and it left you instantly craving more.
From the corner of your eye, you saw the man fling his knife towards you. You felt the hairs on your arm beginning to stick up as you bent down, giving him a look. You watched in awe as the knife somehow turned around, now facing him as it turned back around and drove right into his shoulder again.
You cussed in shock as your eyes widened in fear. That time was different than all of the other times. No vibrations, no sounds, no black outs. That was just a look you gave and something bad happened. Whatever the hell Octavious did made you worse, not better.
Downing the rest of the bottle, you smashed it on the sidewalk as you ran back to the tower in tears. The pain in your chest hurting so bad from your shock, you thought you were about to burst.
Feeling your body become more intoxicated with each and every step, you made it back to Stark Tower. Stumbling into the elevator, you looked at your reflection in the doors for the first time all night. Not even realizing you still had the black mask on.
You slid it off of your hair and stuffed it into your bag with the money in it. You couldn’t believe what had just happened. What you did. What you were forced to do. You felt so nauseous and it wasn’t just from the gin.
The elevator doors opened and you knew you needed to hide the money and mask from Peter. Running into the bedroom, you opened your closet and stuffed them all the way in the back for now. You’d have to put them in the lab safe in the morning. But for now, this would have to suffice.
You turned around and jumped when you saw Peter standing in the doorway quietly. Leaning up against the frame with his arms folded against his chest, still in his suit but unmasked as he looked at you. He looked like hell; scrapes and scratches all over his face with a rip in his suit as his hair was all over the place. You could see the disappointment in his eyes as he took a step closer to you.
“P-Peter...I’m s-sorry,” you slurred your speech as you spoke, feeling yourself begin to break all over as you saw the look he was giving you. You took another step closer to him as you touched the cut on his cheek, “How did it go?” you finally asked.
Peter made a face, smelling the alcohol on your breath as he sucked in a breath, “It went fine, no thanks to you. Were you drinking?” he scolded you.
He was so upset, he was shaking. He really needed you there to help him tonight but instead, you were out doing who knew what and getting wasted to the point where he could see how glazed over your eyes were. And now, Peter was more worried about you than ever.
Reaching out for your head, he noticed some bruises on your knuckles, “Y/N, what the hell is going on with you?” he asked again as he hoped you would finally tell him something, anything. Anything so that he could try and help.
“No, nothing. I’m fine, Peter. Just…” you trailed off, feeling yourself about to break. You wanted to tell him so badly but you were afraid of him finding out all the lies you piled up after all of this time. Seeing him hurt because of you would be more pain than you could handle.
No, you weren’t fine, Peter thought to himself. You weren’t fine at all. He saw you giving into these vices, these demons that made him hit a rock bottom he’d never hope to see again. And he didn’t want what had happened to him to happen to you. Especially when he needed you to be strong for him too, as selfish as that was.
“Are you?” he asked you quietly as he got another whiff of your breath, “You’re drunk and covered in bruises that you didn’t have when I saw you last, Y/N. I needed you tonight to help me with that thing and you…” he trailed off as he tried to shake his emotions off for right now.
You didn’t know how to answer. Looking down at the floor you shrugged as your fingers went to the rip in Peter’s suit, “Drank too much, I’m sorry,” was all you gave him. Knowing that wasn’t what he wanted to hear.
“I’m sorry too,” Peter said as he pressed the Nanotech on his web shooter as his suit began dissolving, revealing his regular clothes to you as he started to walk away, “Kent and I needed your help! I needed your help with that fucking thing and you won’t even tell me why you thought getting drunk off your ass was more important than that,” he raised his voice as he felt his throat tightening from shouting, upsetting himself further.
Peter ran a hand over his face as his curls fell again, “I’m trying to be patient with what’s going on with you. I know you’ve been acting different since what happened, but I can’t keep walking around on these eggshells with you when we have a giant elephant in the room, Y/N! I refuse to watch you drink yourself down the same path I went down last year. I just fucking can’t!” He shouted louder.
You didn’t speak. Not because the thing in your head was forcing you not to but because you knew if you did, you would just break down. Everything that he was saying was right. And Peter didn’t need that from you right now. He needed strength and you were only going to bring him down by telling him the truth.
All you could do was feel the tears streaming down your face as you sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Peter headed into the shower and closed the bathroom door behind him. You wanted the conversation to end there and start a new day tomorrow. But you knew something like this wasn’t just going to blow over so easily.
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I made it as my OC's would answer this ask game, so go ahead and read if you want to know more about them or how they interact.
LAYER 01: THE OUTSIDE
NAME: Hope Amelia Lansdowne but Hope is enough.
EYE COLOUR: It's mix of blue and green, but more of blue.
HAIR STYLE / COLOUR: Long, wavy blond hair, but I like to comb it into a bun or a ponytail.
HEIGHT: 5′6″
CLOTHING STYLE: I usually wear comfortable things like T-shirts, pants, combat boots and of course my military jacket. But you won't find anything fancy like dress in my closet.
BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE: *shrugs* Don't know, whole body i guess. I'm trying to be fit.
LAYER 02: THE INSIDE
FEAR: Lose the ones I love.
GUILTY PLEASURE: I got drunk once so hard with mates, Sharky and Hurk that you don't even want to know where we woke up the next day. A week after our little meeting, I felt still little dizzy. But I would never trade my two to ride and die. NEVER.
BIGGEST PET PEEVE: My plane!! You can look at it but don't touch it.
AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE: Live life to the fullest and enjoy every moment with our loved ones.
LAYER 03: THOUGHTS
FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP: Glaring at those little numbers on my alarm clock and whisper “I hate you” but then *sighs* I remember all the things that awaits me that day and somehow, I get out of bed.
WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST: If I will have the strength to get up the next day.
WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED: My baby!! I usually fall into bed and instantly fall asleep.
WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS: My flying skills and maybe my humour. There is nothing better than being sarcastic to someone who you don’t like. Or if I won fight over men twice my size.
LAYER 04: EITHER OR
SINGLE OR GROUP DATES: I don't do dates, and quite frankly, I don't even have time for it. But if I have to choose, I prefer single.
TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED: Can't I choose both? I think they're both corresponding.
BEAUTY OR BRAINS: Brains, definitely.
DOGS OR CATS: Both, take a look at Bommer and Peaches. They're both so adorable.
LAYER 05: DO THEY
LIE: Who hasn't? I try to be honest but sometimes some situations requires it.
BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES: What kind of bloody question is that? *frowns* Of course, I believe in myself.
BELIEVE IN LOVE: If you meet the right one, go ahead. Though, I was not so lucky.
WANT SOMEONE: Why are you asking? You offer?
LAYER 06: HAVE THEY
BEEN ON STAGE: Nope.
DONE DRUGS: Sharky has a lot of stuff, but I keep my hands off it, so no.
CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN: I don't need to pretend in front of anyone to fit in. I am who I am and I will never force myself.
LAYER 07: WHAT'S THEIR
FAVORITE COLOR: Don't have one.
FAVORITE ANIMAL: Wolves, I adores them.
FAVORITE BOOK: *shrugs* I don't read much, but when I do, I read what's first hand.
FAVORITE GAME: If you consider games where you drink a lot, then yes. *shifts in her seat* Hey, you should come to Spread Eagle with me sometimes and we can play our drinking games. Hurk will bring his liquor he got from many journeys he survived and Mary will make her famous cocktails.
LAYER 08: AGE
DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE: 24th September
HOW OLD THEY WILL BE: 25
LAYER 09:
I LOVE: Flying, I have flying in my blood, or just being in lap of nature.
I FEEL: *sighs* Tired of your questions.
I HIDE: My bourbon! You wouldn't believe how hard it is for me to bring it here unseen. Especialy from Sharky cause he will drink anything he can see.
I MISS: My parents. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye with them one last time or go to their funeral.
I WISH: To be done with this so I could go.
LAYER 01: THE OUTSIDE
NAME: Marcus Adam Lansdowne but Marcus is fine.
EYE COLOUR: Blue
HAIR STYLE / COLOUR: Short-cut blond, short on the sides and up here *combing his hair* I have to comb it back or hold it with something, usually cap helps me.
HEIGHT: 6′1″
CLOTHING STYLE: T-shirts, pants but also something elegant like suits. But I wear them only at special occasions.
BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE: Arms, for sure. But Avery, my wife, will tell you something else.
LAYER 02: THE INSIDE
FEAR: My family above all. All I have left is my sister and my loving wife. So if you so much as look at both of them in the wrong way, *leanes closer in his seat* then, you and I have a problem, mate.
GUILTY PLEASURE: You would believe me but singing while playing on my guitar.
BIGGEST PET PEEVE: When I lose something and Avery or Hope says, "Well, where was the last place you had it?" Seriously? That's being helpful? If I knew the last place I had it, it wouldn't be lost, now would it?
AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE: I don't know. I have everything I need and don't need anything else.
LAYER 03: THOUGHTS
FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP: Time in the army taught me to get up early so, next question.
WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST: Family
WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED: What kind of question is this? *frowns* The bed equals rest. What else should I think about? Oh you mean. *clears his throat* Next one.
WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS: Strength, devotion, intellect.
LAYER 04: EITHER OR
SINGLE OR GROUP DATES: I don't know what you want from me anymore.
TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED: Respect from others and love from family.
BEAUTY OR BRAINS: Brains.
DOGS OR CATS: Dogs.
LAYER 05: DO THEY
LIE: I hate it when people lie to my face, but I'm not an innocent either.
BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES: Yes, I do.
BELIEVE IN LOVE: Yes
WANT SOMEONE: *quirks his eyebrows* I'm hapilly married. Avery is only one I want.
LAYER 06: HAVE THEY
BEEN ON STAGE: No
DONE DRUGS: Never in my life.
CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN: No.
LAYER 07: WHAT'S THEIR
FAVORITE COLOR: Dark blue, black, dark green.
FAVORITE ANIMAL: Wolves, dogs, I don't know.
FAVORITE BOOK: I don't know, but the last time I read something was by Faulkner.
FAVORITE GAME: Hope once took me to one of their gatherings in Falls End and it didn't go so well. Although, I had fun like never before, but I have never had such hangover in my life. And I have to warn you about Sharky's home-made liquor. Strong as hell.
LAYER 08: AGE
DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE: 2nd February
HOW OLD THEY WILL BE: 33
LAYER 09:
I LOVE: Enjoying days with my family and friends or spending time in the woods.
I FEEL: Fine
I HIDE: Nothing you need to know about.
I MISS: Parents. I miss them very much.
I WISH: To stop asking me these odd questions.
LAYER 01: THE OUTSIDE
NAME: Hayley Louise Moore but friends calls me Hale.
EYE COLOUR: Olive green
HAIR STYLE / COLOUR: Semi-long chocolate hair and at the ends it turns into soft waves.
HEIGHT: 5′5″
CLOTHING STYLE: It's usually a blouse and a pencil skirt, but also a dress. But what I love most are my sweaters and sweatpants, which I wear in the late evenings while reading books.
BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE: I run around the docks every morning so I'd say legs. Nature here isn't like in Atlanta or New Orleans, but it's much more beautiful.
LAYER 02: THE INSIDE
FEAR: *laughs* Well, my husband's flying. Like, I'm not afraid of flying, but the last time he took me with him and he did his wild stunts like front flips or whatever he calls it, I almost killed him after we landed. I'm not kidding. *shift in her lovechair* Affirmination and I are not friends.
GUILTY PLEASURE: Dancing while vacuuming or cleaning the ranch.
BIGGEST PET PEEVE:
AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE: Seeing my kids grow up into the wonderful adults we're with John trying to raise.
LAYER 03: THOUGHTS
FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP: New day new beginning. Morning is my favourite time of day.
WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST: Kids, Family, you know stuff like this.
WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED: Sleep, only sleep, and maybe something else, *whisper while leaning closer* but that's not appropriate.
WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS: My persuasive skills. I always get what I want because I learned from the best, I know.
LAYER 04: EITHER OR
SINGLE OR GROUP DATES: Single, certainly single. Actually I think I've never been to a group dates before.
TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED: Both
BEAUTY OR BRAINS: Brains. No matter how handsome or beautiful you are, I care how you will deal with difficult situations so I choose brains.
DOGS OR CATS: Cats
LAYER 05: DO THEY
LIE: Not often, but only here and there.
BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES: Yep.
BELIEVE IN LOVE: I do.
WANT SOMEONE: Why are you asking? Only my husband.
LAYER 06: HAVE THEY
BEEN ON STAGE: Nope
DONE DRUGS: No, it will completely destroy your brain.
CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN: I've never been able to pretend who I'm not, so no.
LAYER 07: WHAT'S THEIR
FAVORITE COLOR: I don't have a favourite colour, but my wardrobe mostly consists of soft colours and black and white combination.
FAVORITE ANIMAL: Cats because of their eyes.
FAVORITE BOOK: Fitzgerald. I love Great Gatsby.
FAVORITE GAME: I don't play games much. I'm not very good at them.
LAYER 08: AGE
DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE: 15th August
HOW OLD THEY WILL BE: 27
LAYER 09:
I LOVE: Watching my husband cook, because have you seen someone like him work around in the kitchen? *glances behind her shoulder* I just adore him.
I FEEL: Good
I HIDE: My cookies!! Listen, I love Jacob, he is my favourite brother in law but he always eats almost everything on plate before I can. I have to be fast if I want at least one or two cookies from Faith.
I MISS: Every now and then I miss my life in Atlanta and my best friend Nadia. *sighs* God, you should meet her, you’d love her.
I WISH: To have at least one of those delicious cookies cause my brother in law just came so if you don't mind I will go.
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Stray kids reaction to their s/o slipping and hurting their head
😹is this crack? Maybe? Anyways thanks for requesting, enjoy!😹
Bang Chan:
“Save the table while I get my food, babes” you said, getting out of your chair and heading to the buffet. There was so much delicious food but there was so many people, you were lucky to get a look in. You finally gathered all the food you wanted and started making your way back to your table when someone accidentally tripped you (apologising straight away of course), causing you and your plate full of food to clatter onto the floor. All you could do in the situation was laugh, especially when Chris saw you.
“But baby, there food on your forehead, did you hit it?” You shook your head and explained that you only hit it against the soft foods so he began to laugh with you. “The things you’d do for food, y/n” he shook his head and picked you up, thanking the staff for cleaning up your mess before grabbing you some more food.
Woojin:
You and Woojin were at an indoor play centre with your cousin. There were lots of things for her to play on and she had to be supervised so both you and Woojin went along. The ball pit was her first port of call. It’s infamously hard to run in balls, but that didn’t stop you guys. You chased after your cousin who was pretending to be running away from two giant bears. Yet you stumbled and fell face first into the ball pit. Your cousin by the point had made a friend her age but Woojin stopped to help you.
“Woojin, I’m fine, it’s literally a few plastic balls” you laughed, he still looked concerned though.
“But it’s dangerous, that’s why parental supervision is needed” he said before smiling “and you’re like 2 years old anyway” he joked while helping you up.
Lee Know:
Your first time at Minho’s family home, the first time meeting his cats. Gosh you were so excited to see them. You stepped into his house, cautiously looking for them, you didn’t want to scare them of course. As you did so however, you didn’t see the one right under your feet so, of course, you tripped. Right over little Dori.
Dori scarpered away while you lay on the ground, somehow on your back. He laughed for a short while before getting down to your level, his hand at the back of your head, separating it from the ground. He knew you hadn’t hurt it too badly you he didn’t want to take any chances. He’s a caring boy really.
Changbin:
Sports day and Changbin was desperate to come and watch. He even called in sick. You had decided to participate in the sack race this year, as well as the other compulsory races. You put on your brown sack, making eye contact with Changbin in the audience who was quite evidently filming you. The race began and you were in a comfortable second place, almost overtaking the person in first. You would have done, had you not have tripped face first. Your head in fact hit the person in front since you were so close, but that didn’t really hurt. You tried to stand up, getting tangled in the sack. Changbin rushed down, the race was now over and he was allowed onto the field. He helped you out of the death trap and stood you up, hugging you. “If you want I’ll delete the footage. You wanna get seen by the event paramedics??” Even if you said no he’d still carry you over there in his arms.
Hyunjin:
Carrying two glasses of ice cold cola, you made your way over to Hyunjin who was sat at the table in the corner of the diner. This was one of your first dates and you knew something was going to go wrong. Maybe it was because you were thinking about it, but suddenly, you tripped yourself up, right in front of the table you two were sat at. Your head hit the table on your way down causing you great pain. He quickly got off his chair, rushing over to you, trying not to laugh in case you weren’t in the mood. His hand rested on the back of your head, stroking your hair since you landed face first. “Y/n?” He asked after a while. You lifted your head off the ground. “Have you been crying?” He was seriously concerned, he no longer had any giggles to hold back. “Maybe” you whimpered out. “It’s okay, baby” he hugged you, sitting on the ground next to you “I’ll take care of you.” He pulled a packet of tissues out of his pocket, handing you one. “Wipe your tears away, you look prettier when your eyes are dry.”
Han:
Clumsy was your middle name, but it was Jisung’s too, maybe that’s why you two were the perfect couple. You could always guarantee that one of you would trip if you went out anywhere, which is why most of the time you stayed indoors.
Today however, you and him had decided to go to a museum nearby. You didn’t have access to a car so you made the joint decision to walk. It wasn’t far, 10-15 minute walk maybe. You’d actually made it quite far without falling. But as soon as you started thinking about it, you’d jinxed yourself. There you lay, flat on the floor, your chin grazed and your knees dripping with blood. Jisung tried to stop you by gripping your hand tighter but I didn’t work. He rifled through his backpack, eventually finding tonnes of plasters which he was not hesitant to put over your cuts. He took you back home and tucked you into bed.
“It’s just a few grazes Jisung” you complained but he wasn’t having any of it, and it wasn’t long before he came in with the cleaning stuff for cuts and grazes and with plenty of kisses.
Felix:
“No, you do it, Felix!!” you egged him on yet he just gave it back to you. A simple banana peel that had missed the bin, aka yours and Felix’s source of entertainment. You were going to test if the cartoons were real, which they most definitely were when you tried it and landed on your back, hitting your head on the tiled floor. He contained his laughter whilst tears filled your eyes. He put his hand on the back of your head and apologised numerous times for making you do it.
“Don’t be silly Felix, I was the stupid one who actually tried it” you laughed slightly.
“But can we please go and get you check out right now?! I want to know that you’re okay!”
Seungmin:
“Yeah let me just turn on the tv” you said, struggling to get out of the sofa and Seungmin’s hold on you. Finally getting out of his grip, you launched towards the tv faster than you anticipated, smashing your head into the tv stand. You turned around, laughing a little even though there were tears in your eyes. “Y/n, move your hand!” Seungmin called out, shooting up off the sofa. You moved your hand to reveal a slight cut. “Let’s get you to a&e, I’ll call a taxi” he said, rushing around trying to find his phone. “I’m fine,” you insisted and after the 6th time he turned back to you. “At least let me get you a plaster and some pain killers” he placed one hand on your upper arm “I’m sorry, you know I didn’t mean it.” He said with sorry eyes. “Let me kiss it better” he pleaded before leaning forward and gently pressing his lips to your small cut.
I.N:
“I bet I can beat you to your room” Jeongin called out after throwing his bag down in your hallway. There was no doubt about it, he would obviously win, yet you still tried anyway. On your speedy ascent up the stairs, however, you tripped, smacking your head against another step. He turned around at the sound and shouted your name. Your mother came running too.
“I’m sorry Ms ____, I didn’t mean for them to trip” he pleaded. It wasn’t his fault that you fell but he most certainly felt it was. He rushed down to the step above your head. “Y/n?” He shook you.
Your head flicked up to see your boyfriends smiling face. “I’m fine, I just tripped.” But both he and your mother insisted you got checked out first.
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#stray kids#stray kids reactions#stray kids imagines#bang chan#woojin#lee know#changbin#hyunjin#han jisung#felix#seungmin#i.n
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Fine the Way You Are [Todoroki x F!Reader]
It took me awhile to figure out how to end this to incorporate both prompts so it’s a little fast in the middle to jump deeper into the relationship.
[37, “You’ll make an amazing mate one day, I know I’d be honored to be bonded to you.”]
[25, “I want you to be the father/mother of my pups, and no one else.”]
You made the decision to stay late into the evening and put in some overtime at work. It was nothing difficult, just going through some accounts and finalizing a few documents for Endeavor.
You had been working for the hero for about eight months now. It started as a program to build relationships with your agency overseas by having you and a few others work there temporarily. After the period was over, you eventually just stayed because you were offered a better position and enjoyed working for the agency. It was the best decision you made for your financial future but not so much for your social one.
Despite your time in Japan, you were still struggling with finding a proper place in the country. You had only learned enough to do your job so you were still a bit fuzzy and clumsy with the more advanced parts of the culture. It constantly felt like there was this invisible barrier between you and everyone else that made you uncomfortable, and you couldn’t really find a lot of other people that looked like you who might have been able to sympathize with your problems.
All this meant it was harder for you than the common citizen to make friends, let alone find a mate.
You saw everyone else with their own mates and making families, and you realized that you desperately wanted that too. You didn’t have anyone to come home to at night nor anyone to give your affection. You went alone during your heats without an alpha’s touch or scent to comfort you.
You tried to get out there to find an alpha, but you always got judgemental of yourself when you saw someone attractive. You could only wonder if they’d think you weren’t traditional enough or if they would think you were pretty or not, and if they did would they consider you material for a permanent mate, and you’d lose your nerve. The dates you did manage to go on, although nice, didn’t really click with you personality wise or you’d do or say something considered weird without realizing it while a very small few were a bit creepy towards you.
You sighed. Maybe you should just be patient and stop trying to force fate. Maybe you should just move back home, but this job was fun and the people in the agency were much nicer than the people in your old one.
“Are you staying up late again, (y/n)-san?”
You smiled softly at the owner of that voice. It was your boss’ son leaving for the night. He was the prime example of the type of alpha you had hoped to find. Polite, handsome, fairly calm temperament, and his scent was absolutely amazing.
Todoroki had caught you on his way out the door, noticing that you were still here as usual. Honestly, he wasn’t sure when you rested, if you ever did. It couldn’t have been good for you. When you let out an adorably sleepy yawn, he mentally had to scold himself for wanting to wrap you up to sleep right there.
“Someone has to get all this done,” you explained, shuffling the stack of papers on your desk. Shouto immediately noticed the tiredness in your eyes and the slight lag in your usual upbeat voice and grew worried.
“It’s not good to overwork yourself, you should take a break,” he suggested, but you shook your head.
“It’s no biggie. I’m almost done.”
“It’s getting pretty late as is,” he mentioned. “You wouldn’t want your alpha to worry.”
The entire reason for working late was to avoid going back to an empty house. “The only thing waiting for me is my cat, and he’s probably happy I’m not there bothering his nap.”
“Oh...” he exclaimed, and you cleared your throat, having meant to make it sound more like a joke than something so...serious. “I’m sorry, I just assumed,” he trailed off, looking away from you awkwardly.
“No, I get it, most omegas our age are usually taken,” you laughed bitterly. “I mean, I try but it’s kind of hard to walk up to people myself while I’m not usually the first person people come up to looking for a date since I don’t exactly fit the mold, you know?” you explained, not really expecting him to get it. It wasn’t the best idea to share personal problems with someone of his station, but you supposed you just needed to vent to somebody, anybody, after holding it in all this time even if they wouldn’t understand it.
The truth is he didn’t understand it though.
It was hard to understand why someone like you wouldn’t be claimed or dating, let alone have a difficult time. Todoroki understood that you were foreign and different than what was usually seen as pretty for the country, but you were still attractive just in a slightly different way is all. He thought that it was interesting that your own traditions were different while as an individual you were so warm and caring and your soothing scent and pleasant smile was something he looked forward to when he came into work every morning. He didn’t see why anyone would pass up the chance to have you to share a home. The only reason he hadn’t was because he always thought you would’ve been with someone, be it here or overseas.
“You’d be an amazing mate, its their loss if they can’t see that.” he said before thoughtfully whispering, “I know I’d feel lucky to be bonded with you.” You blinked owlishly at him. Todoroki’s eyes widenened when he realized he said it out loud and that you heard. He tilted his head down and away, hiding a faint blush. “No, I, uh didn’t mean...” He grimaced. ”I apologize. That was inappropriate.“
You shook your head. “It’s fine, I shouldn’t have brought it up in the first place, but thanks for saying that.”
“It’s the truth,” he replied, and you both nervously held eye contact.
You bit your bottom lip, thinking over his confession. You never smelled anyone consistently on him to say he had a mate. Maybe he was in the same boat. Oh, what the heck, might as well. You already laid it all out there anyway, what’s the harm of embarrassing yourself further. “Todo—“
“(y/n)—“
You both stared at each other. You cleared your throat. “You go,” you offered. Shouto nervously rubbed the back of his neck.
“Do you, uh, would you like to have lunch sometime, (y/n)-san,” Shouto questioned, and you tilted your head curiously, making him swallow hard, “with me, I mean, outside of work...”
“Like a date?” you confirmed hopefully, and he nodded. You smiled, trying to scale back how embarrassingly excited you were. “Sure.”
Todoroki released a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. “Oh, uhm, good, great...” he repeated. “So, what did you want to ask?”
You scratched your cheek shyly. “The same thing actually.”
Todoroki flushed. “I-I see, so I’ll just see you tomorrow then,” he paused. “Are you going to be okay to go home?””
You nodded. “Yes, I’ll be fine, you go ahead.”
“Good night.”
You gave a small wave. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
You waited until he left before cheering in your head with a “hell yes”. You gained new energy to blow through the last of your work, wanting to go home. You actually couldn’t wait to go to sleep so tomorrow could come sooner.
Little did you suspect that small conversation and date with Todoroki would finally gain you a relationship with a very loving Alpha.
It started with dates then kissing and cuddling a few weeks later. A few months down the line you had him scenting things for your nest then ended with having him in your nest more often than not.
Todoroki was always patient with you, tried to encourage you to try new things even if you were a bit unsure at the time, and introduced you to his friends. He was also helping you out by telling you when you would do things you didn’t realize were rude or explaining topics you didn’t quite understand. Then, you noticed you started to fit in pretty quickly with his help.
It was also very quickly that you became part of the family. You were finally happy to have somewhere to feel like you belonged but being part of the family also meant showing up to more events.
You thought that fitting in with the everyday citizens when you first moved was bad enough but a bunch of fancy, rich business moguls and government officials in one room was even worse. The entire party you were a nervous wreck and barely managed your way through every awkward conversation. Some people started addressing you less after your first few failed anxious attempts at joining in, and the ones who did you’re sure only did so because you were with Endeavor’s son.
Your alpha was the first to notice your discomfort, seeing as you clung to him and refused to leave his side for long. Todoroki also knew that your delicate situation wasn’t making it better as your instincts told you to stay near him for protection more than ever. Every so often, he’d rub your arm, trying to reassure you with a quick scenting, only for you to go back to trying to shy away behind him from the other guests. He wished he didn’t have to show up at all or asked you to come with him because of the stress it was causing you.
Deciding enough was enough, Todoroki decided to take you out of the situation and excuse yourselves from the rest of the dinner party. His father could scold him later if he wanted. Todoroki wrapped an arm around your own and quickly led you back to his car.
The car ride was silent as you distanced yourselves from the party and passed by the first few street lights on the way home. You were the first to break the silence with a small sigh.
“I just stuck out like a sore thumb, didn’t I?” you said, rubbing your fingers along your dress as he drove down the dimly lit streets.
“At least you tried to talk about something besides politics and stocks,” Todoroki said, but you still felt down about it all. Todoroki frowned, upset that he had to bring you into that situation in the first place. He didn’t even like to go to these things for the same reason. Very quickly, he saw your face take a downward tilt towards your lap as you fiddled your thumbs. “(Y/n), don’t pay them any mind. I promise you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Yeah...” you solemnly answered, but you just didn’t know how someone like you managed to get such a mate. He was handsome despite the scar on his face, he had a noble career, more money than you’d ever need, and he was gaining popularity with the public. Despite everything he’s told you, times like this you questioned why out of all the possible omegas he could’ve been with that he chose to look your way. “You would do so much better with a Japanese omega.”
Todoroki brought the car to a sudden stop on the side of the road, putting it in park, and looked at your disheartened face. Your heart raced as he reached out to brush his hand over the mark he made long ago on the crook of your neck. His thumb gently caressed the bond mark but his expression was completely stern as he scowled.
“(Y/n), I don’t ever want to hear you say something like that again,” he ordered.
“But, it’s true, you know that...“ he cut you off with a soft kiss to your lips, tenderly moving them with your own before pulling away.
“Listen to me, you’re my mate,” Todoroki began and moved his hand to rest against your cheek. “No matter what I’m going stay with you because I love you, I don’t care about anything else or what someone else thinks. You’re the one I want to be with,” he promised, sliding his hand down to your stomach. “And you’re the one I want to mother all my pups, no one else,” he said, tenderly rubbing your stomach to reassure you. It hadn’t began to show yet, but it made you calm down all the same when he would touch you there in a silent promise to keep you and the tiny pup growing inside you safe.
“Shouto, I—” You held back a small moan when his lips pressed to your bond mark.
Todoroki softly kissed and licked the dark spot on the crook of your neck before pulling away to look at your flustered face. “I don’t want you to be different or feel you should be. You’re perfect just like this.”
You anxiously played with the collar on his dress shirt before pressing your palms flat against his chest. “Do you really think so?”
“I know so,” he answered confidently.
Weakly smiling, you slowly brought your hand to the spot he kissed, making him grin.
Todoroki cupped your chin, refocusing your gaze on him. “Let’s go home, omega. I want to show you just how much I want you,” he whispered before capturing your lips with his for the first but not only time tonight.
#todoroki x reader#shouto todoroki x reader#bnha x reader#mha x reader#poc reader#todoroki bnha#shouto#bnha
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