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4. green smoke
frankie morales x f!reader | chapter four of do me yourself
summary: a meet-cute in a hardware store? impossible, out of the question. except, that's exactly what happens. a need for screws leads you to a broad-shouldered, brown-eyed man who you're sure is about to change your day, never mind your life.
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chapter warnings: [see masterlist for series warnings] meet cute, flirting. fluff. flirting in person and over IG. frankie calls you 'rainy' (paint related from chp.1) no other descriptions or name used, you wear a date outfit but not specified and the shoes have heels but not mentioned what kind. minor discussion of past canon events incl. drugs. no use of y/n.
an: if this as a friends episode this would be called "the one where they talk"
prev chapter | frankie's ig
key: frankie is in bold, you are in italics
Friday soon arrives.
It comes hand-in-hand with a tumultuous storm, bringing with it ominous rumbles echoing through your house. The air feels charged with tension, wrung tight, all sense—as if it’s holding its breath while the world around seems to retreat into darkness. Even if the time on your laptop says 14:43.
Your gaze fixates on beads of rain running down the window, all racing one another—like you have been for several minutes. The steady patter provides a rhythmic backdrop to your solitude, interrupted only by the occasional sighs that escape your lips and the soft tapping of your pencil against the notebook—a feeble attempt at pretending you’re concentrating.
Pretend is the optimum word.
Merely putting on a show of focusing on the task at hand. In reality, your eyes keep flicking to your phone—the one lying silent on the counter, eagerly anticipating the next notification that’ll make it illuminate.
Your work, the one thankfully with a deadline of next week, continues to sit ignored—barely considered, never mind plotted. Because it isn’t what fills your mind.
It’s him.
Just thoughts of him—mind populated with vivid memories that refuse to fade, unable to stop lingering on the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles or his infectious laugh. The one which has dug itself a place into the walls of your home, lit it up.
Then, you think of his lips, the ones that are purposeful, all heavenly. The mere thought of them sends a shiver down your spine, a longing present, spreading—
Unloading a delivery and you’re falling on me.
It's difficult not to smile at his message.
Something he effortlessly elicits from you now. Has done so since the very beginning. A thing he continues to do so the more the two of you speak.
It's giddy, almost teenage-like, the way your heart scampers to catch itself as your fingers try to pretend they're not darting to reply.
Excuse me?
Rain.
Oh, that is such a dad joke.
It was. I’m pretty proud of it. Bet it made you smile.
I will not confirm or deny.
So that means it did.
Shut up.
Thumbs swirling over the screen, you roll your lips, toes twitching on the floor as you grin.
So, how big is the candle going to be in the middle of the table?
Ummm, appropriately sized for a restaurant?
Hmm, I have only gone on dates with inappropriately sized candles.
Are you flirting with me when I’m at work?
Are you saying that like you don’t flirt with me when I’m at work?
In my defence, you choose your own hours.
Do you mind me flirting with you?
Not even a little bit.
Good. Because guess what I’m wearing right now?
Hopefully nothing.
I’m wearing sweats and a baggy T-shirt.
Still hot.
Get back to work, Butterscotch.
You know it’s not long—a handful of hours until you’ll be across from him.
Likely with your smile hurting your cheeks, eyes unable to stand looking away from him for more than a few minutes. Unable to explain or rationalise how straightforward it is with him, how natural it feels to get swept up in all of this and find yourself wanting to be around him.
Something you try to put to the back of your mind, to not clock-watch, not count down. Doing well at it until you hear your phone buzz and see his name appear on your screen.
The laundry you're putting away ignored, the item dropped from your hand to the floor, before wiping your hands on your thighs, taking a measured breath, then lifting the phone to swipe it.
His voice fills your ear almost immediately. All hello and your name, a can you hear me? following.
And your heart skips a beat—missing a whole thud against your ribs as you stare at the outfit hanging on the closet door.
“I’m really sorry—“
And your heart falls. Descends gradually, like a feather freefalling. Doing so until it has nowhere else to go but sit in the hollow void. Disappointment beating, pulsating.
“—Harold… he had to leave early, his heart was playing up and he said he’d come back. But I can’t make him do that, wouldn’t be able to enjoy ourselves if he just—"
“—Frankie—“
“—And I’ve tried to move the reservation, rang the restaurant. But, they’re booked up and I really want to take you there—”
“—Frankie?”
You brush the fabric, the hanger holding on to the top of the door with sheer will as you do so between thumb and finger. Half-smiling—even still. Listening to the way he takes a breath, to the way he cares so much.
“It’s okay,” you interrupt, swallowing, shoving the dismay down. “I… promise.”
The voice you hear back is soft. So tinged with sadness, and regret, you half-want to call him Butterscotch just to make him laugh. “You sure?”
Biting the inside of your cheek, you reassure him, comfort him—voice steady as you do so, "We can reschedule. It's not a problem."
A moment of silence follows, with a sense of letdown settling in the air like fog. It sits there, resting, hanging. Because even if you know it’s just a minor adjustment, a twinge of disappointment still seeps in. Not so much a sharp pang, but a lingering weight that makes your shoulders sag, as though everything had deflated like a balloon slowly losing air.
“Baby… I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you assure him, a smile making its way onto your face despite the circumstances. "There's always next time."
“Not drove you away then?” he half-laughs, one you imagine is a little forced.
“Not even a little bit.”
Sighing, you swear you hear him smile with it. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
You grin, nothing but light and easy, “Just make sure next time you can show up, that’ll be a good start."
Frankie laughs, it flowing down your ear before it’s joined by a promise that he will and he can call you later, if you like? A thing which sounds like a good idea, even more so when it's followed by the fact he wishes he could stay—talk, but you know. Nodding to no one but yourself as you bid him goodbye, leaning against the wall—hanging up, full of bittersweet.
You let your head fall against it, rolling it there as your eyes flick back up at your clothes, lingering over it.
And an idea appears.
It grows—smothering over sadness before it blooms.
Then, you’re grinning. One almost as large as you do when he makes you giggle. Almost.
You’re thankful the sign still says open when you step out of your car—fingers tugging at fabric, ensuring it sits how it’s supposed to.
Even for a surprise, you wanted to look as picture-perfect as you should have been entering the restaurant. The paper bags catch your leg, noise crinkling against the air as you yank on the handle—entering, being washed in wood chippings, bleach and paint.
For a moment, one stuck between time and space, you look. Glance. Unsure where to find him, until your eyes land on him and find his head lifting at the sound of your entering.
Whatever Frankie had been in his hand dropped, all forgotten. His mouth parting at the sight of you. Taking you in. Sweeping brown, surprised eyes all over you as heat rises up your neck and brushes over your ears.
“I know I’m a little overdressed for buying a hammer, but…”
Mouth falling open, he looks torn between grinning and speaking. “What are you…”
Shrugging, watching his eyes roam up and down the outfit you’d chosen. The one that had been on the hanger for days—one you’d not thought could be replaced by anything else.
“Well,” you begin, smirking, “My date got caught up at work and I’d been really looking forward to seeing him.”
Frankie smiles, hand rubbing along his jaw as he stares.
“But then, someone told me there’s a secret restaurant here. One behind a metal door that says, Staff Only?”
Dropping his hand, and swiping his tongue across his lips—he slowly moves around the register. Coming to join you as you hold the bags up, the heels of your shoes clicking on the shop floor tiles as you meet him halfway.
“I also suspect that you might not have eaten, since you've been alone for most of the day.”
It’s at that moment his stomach roars. It grinds, what you assume is coffee, before groaning inside of him as he claps a hand on his apron.
“The only problem is,” you say, narrowing your eyes, scrunching your nose. “I… I didn’t know what you would like, so I might have bought a ridiculous amount of food.”
Taking a bag, his eyes widen when he opens it. “You’re staying, right? To help me?”
Reaching inside the bag he didn’t take, you pull out a single, battery-powered candle. “It’s a date.”
He gives you a wide smile, his eyes twinkling with happiness. "I just need to lock up," he says.
You watch with a flutter of excited nervousness as he moves around the store, flipping the sign on the door from 'Open' to 'Closed', and then securing the door. The lock clicks into place, echoing in the quiet store. He then proceeds to shut off the lights, plunging the store into a soft, inviting darkness lit only by the glow from the streetlights outside.
Turning back to you, he extends a hand.
"Shall we?" he asks, his voice filled with anticipation. You place your hand in his, feeling the warmth spreading through your fingers.
As you walk together towards the back of the store, a tinge of excitement flutters in the air. The 'Staff Only' sign looms above the door like a secret entrance to a place you shouldn't be, but with a gentle gesture, he ushers you inside.
You don't miss the way his fingers brush your lower back, the heat they ignite up your spine as his chest meets your back, face close to yours. Lingering, eyes sweeping over you.
"Lemme just..." he whispers, elongating it, before he bends to pull you a chair out—one with three wheels, no back—fingers sliding up to brush over your shoulders as you sit down.
“Careful.”
Swallowing, you suppress the effect he's having on you, forcing a smirk. “Oh, I’ll try, Morales. Don’t want you to have to fill out the accident book.”
“Harold would murder me.”
Snorting, you watch him join you—taking the candle from your hand, flicking it on and placing it directly in the middle before the two of you begin taking food out. He gazes at bundled packaged burgers, stealing a fry from the bag before it’s laid out over the desk.
“So, as it’s our third date.” His eyes flick to you, mid-bite of his food as you twirl a fry in your fingers. “I get to ask you challenging questions, right?”
“Fuck,” he says, under his breath. Grinning. “Alright, let me have it.”
Nudging him with the tip of your shoe he laughs. “Okay. You and Luca’s mom?”
“Ah.”
Grabbing a napkin, he wipes his mouth. “You don’t have to worry.”
“And as everyone in history knows, those words are how people stop worrying.”
Smirking, he turns on the wheely stool, facing you, knees abutting yours. “We haven’t been together since he was born—we… we weren’t even together by the time he reached six months. He… he doesn’t know any different. We have things we say, and truly, she’s a fantastic mom, we have a great co-parenting situation.”
“Okay.”
His fingers land on your knee, dancing over them, light and feathery as he sighs. Heavy. Weighted. It makes you swallow, makes you want to dig your fingers into your leg to stop yourself worrying, thinking—overdramatising whatever it is.
Scratching his head, he rolls his tongue from his cheek to the front of his teeth. “I wasn’t a good person then… a lot of shit had happened—I’d left the service, found myself… haunted, I guess? Me and her, we met, we… seemed good. She seemed good. And then, I…”
Your hand slides over his, one of your fries still in hand as you do. “You don’t have to tell me.”
“I want to.”
Nodding, he half smiles.
And then he does.
He tells you about his days in the army—and the sleepless nights when he was back home. The sense of loss he felt without it, the uniform that meant nothing when he joined a regular job. How flying helicopters for people with money who had no cares in the world began to make him hollow, carving a piece inside of him that didn’t fill with laughter at barbecues and trivia nights. He tells you how he’d rambled to someone about the lack of sleep, before he found a little white bag in his locker—an opportunity, a chance to not overthink.
That it had stayed there for days, almost a week until there had been news about someone he had once worked with.
Then he explained how it wasn’t a problem, but it also very much was. How he was lost, drowning—that people reached out, but the lights had been on, but no one was home. How it became a coping mechanism, a small dose to take the ache away—before he learnt he was going to be a dad. Her worries about him making her ignore the signs, much further on than they thought—and then, one month later, how he failed a drug test.
Trace amounts, barely anything, but still plenty.
His license, revoked—paused. His future dwindled, a baby due to arrive, one he’d heard the heartbeat off at the same time as he found himself at the threat of being alone. A second chance dangled, offered—do better, Frank. Don’t be selfish.
“—but, I didn’t change. Don’t change.”
Your heart falls, and descends.
Watching him shake his head, grabbing a handful of fries before stuffing them into his mouth as he chews, and you pick at one from your own box.
“Things were good—Luca, he had ten toes, ten fingers. He was great, happy. It made us being good seem real? But, it lingered, y’know? If work kept me later, there was this distrust, this question. And I couldn’t blame her, didn’t. Never would either. I broke that, I know I did. But…”
“It wasn’t healthy?”
Shrugging, he swallows, before nodding. “Then, I helped a friend, one from my squad. Had to… it was dangerous. I was gone longer than I said—and she worried, panicked. I knew before I left that when I got back I’d likely find my stuff packed—not that I blame her. I know we tried. But, I broke it. But now we’re better… better co-parents than partners, you know?”
Nodding, you chew, rolling the salt on your lips together. A beat passes, ice clanging in the drinks, cartons scratching against the table as the two of you eat.
“That was probably a lot.”
“It’s okay. Are you… are you good now?”
Nodding, he chews another fry. “Clean since Luca was born. Five years, fifty-seven days.”
“Well, I know this might be weird to say, but I’m proud of you.”
Smiling, he chews his cheek, meeting your eyes for the first time since he began sharing. “You’re a bit too good for me, you know that?”
Smirking, you steal one of his fries. “Oh, a hundred per cent. You might have a bunch of followers and good taste in paint colours, but did you know that I can sand down a dresser to the point a prominent Instagram DIYer has told me ‘I did a good job’.”
“Doesn’t sound that trustworthy. Bet he doesn’t know what you call wrenches.”
Pouting, you narrow your eyes as he laughs. “Thank you for telling me.”
Nodding, he rolls his lips. “I had to… ‘cause… are we enacting third date-talk honesty?”
“Of course.”
Half-smiling, he nudges himself closer on the stool. “I really like you.”
Biting the inside of your cheek, you look up at the ceiling, before grabbing his knees and wheeling yourself closer. “I quite like you too.”
Smile spreading, he places his hands on top of yours. “Yeah? Because I wouldn’t blame you for wanting to… run from all of that.”
Smirking, you try to move closer, even if the wheels of both stools try to prevent you. “Did you know, honesty is really, really hot?”
Brows raising, chin lifting, his lips slide further into his cheek. “I’m glad you came.”
“I’m glad too.”
Swallowing, his fingers slide in between yours, eyes flicking from one eye to the other. “I’ve been thinking.”
“Dangerous, that.”
“Well, I’ve seen your house now.”
Nodding, you smile. Feeling it, whatever he’s going to say, ask, think lingering in the silence. His grin widens, a spark igniting in his eyes that sends a rush of warmth through you.
“So, I think it only seems fair you see mine.”
Wiping your hands on your napkin, licking your lips as you cross a leg over the other. “Well, for fair sake I definitely should.”
“Do you want to… now?”
“Tonight?”
Nodding, that same flush of pink rises up his neck, up his jaw.
Smirking, you loosen your hand from his—resting your palm on his cheek, elbow on your knee. “I’d like that.”
The car ride to his should be tense, but it isn't.
Instead, it's filled with soft laughter, teasing comments and shared glances—your fingers twitching, wondering whether a hand on his knee is too soon. Even when everything else feels so normal, natural.
When he pulls up outside his place, anticipation fills the air—a rush of warmth flooding through you, making your fingers clamp together and stare out at the place as he says, this is it.
It’s nice, well-kept—charming, from what you can already tell. Eyes spot chalk drawings on the patio, lit up by the outside lights and a plastic red car close to where he's parked.
“Luca has some good parking,” you smile, pointing to it next to you both. “You learn from him, or?”
Smirking, he undoes his belt. “Maybe, I taught him how to park. I’m very good with heavy transportation.”
You don’t miss the way he emphasises the sentence. Your 'oh' is swallowed by the sound of him opening the door and telling you to wait.
Watching as he moves around the vehicle, his eyes holding yours. Earlier, you'd been thankful that the rain had taken a pause; now you wished it hadn't stopped its lashings that glued clothing to skin, thighs pressing together on the seat before the door beside you opens.
“What a gentleman.”
“Just wanted another chance to chance to check you out, really.”
Swatting him, he takes your hand, his laugh blending with yours as he leads you up to his front door.
If he feels nervous, he doesn’t show it. Finding his keys and slides one into the lock without missing. Opening the door without as much as an awkward shove of the door.
If anything, it’s effortless. It not even squeaking or catching as he pushes it open.
“It’s not a lot…” he begins.
But he couldn’t be more wrong.
It’s cosy and warm. Exuding an unmistakable homeliness that immediately comforts you. Dark woods, off-whites, and splashes of orange, caramel, and greens intertwine harmoniously, creating a space that feels both freshly decorated and deeply loved. A balance you assume exists because of him being the one to bring it all together, knowing from the videos you've seen how talented he is.
As you glance around, you begin to see the traces of the Frankie you’ve been getting to know. Photographs of him at the beach, with his son, with friends and more with Luca at varying ages.
Then, there are the plants. An assorted mix of them, some big that you remember from photos, some greener than others—some tall and in plants with animal faces like raccoons and beavers, others in decorative pots placed on shelves.
As you step in further, you spot furniture you recognise from videos—even noting the stacked pile of books from a photo he’d shared recently and a record player on a side table.
“C’mon, let me show you around.”
He leads you, hand in yours, showing you his well-equipped kitchen, and dining space. Occasionally, he points things out, like the markings on a wall he’s using to measure how tall Luca gets and the scuff marks from dragging the dining table in after varnishing it. Before finally, the two of you are outside the half-open door to his bedroom.
Frankie giving you a wink, bodies almost flush.
“That where the magic happens?”
“Not usually…”
"Maybe that's cause people haven't been saying the right magic words." Shrugging, you lick your lower lip, staring at the beading on the door. "I should tell you, I've heard I'm quite good at magic words..."
You let it linger, sit. Before you turn on your heel, fingers brushing over a table as you head back in the direction of his living room.
He follows, a step or two behind, letting you and your eyes capture all the personal touches before you feel fingers on your wrist, tugging you back, body flush to his.
Wrapping an arm around your waist, you find your throat dry—eyes flicking to his mouth.
“Go take a seat, I’ll bring us a drink.”
It’s soft, the nod you do as he slips his hand from your waist. You move, almost on auto-pilot, to sit down on his sofa, running your fingers over a cushion—one stitched with greens, golds and oranges.
When he reappears, you look up at him, noticing the hint of nerves in his gaze as you plaster on a reassuring smile as he places them down on the coffee table.
Slowly, you reach out, squeezing his hand, "Your home is lovely, Frankie."
He chuckles, a soft blush creeping up his cheeks as he joins sitting down. "Yeah?"
Nodding, you press your knee against his. “So.”
“So.”
With a smirk, you draw a measured breath. “I believe... I want to kiss you now.”
Swallowing, his gaze flickers to your lips, lingering, before snapping back up to your eyes. Warmth spreads over your cheeks, neck and ears. “I believe you should, Rainy.”
A response there, nestled between teeth and tongue, is muffled as his lips meet yours—for the first time in several days.
an: as a warning, the next chapter will include smut. if you wish to skip the smut, you can miss the chapter as there will be no other scenes. the following chapter will pick up the next morning.
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Head Over Heels
Summary: It's technically not your fault that you sprained your ankle, but Matt's annoyed with you anyway (at least, he pretends to be annoyed with you — but you know better).
Pairing: Matt x Fem!Reader
Warnings: A few swears, but otherwise just a whole lot of whumptober fluff!
"You're going to hurt yourself."
"I am not."
"I just heard you nearly fall over in the bathroom—"
"Because I'm rushing, Matt, that's what happens when your partner holds you captive for too long in bed and makes you late for work!"
Matt was in the process of buttoning his work shirt, a task that you noticed was taking him nearly triple the time it usually took, because his attention was entirely on you. "No one at the presentation will care if you're not wearing heels, sweetheart."
"I care!" You jangled your keys, checked your pockets again for your wallet, and slipped on a jacket. "It's a fashion thing. High heels equal professionalism."
"I like to think that I'm a professional lawyer, and not once in my life have I ever had to wear high heels to court."
"You're overreacting. I'm like a gymnast in heels. Ready? Watch this."
Your stilettos clacking against the floor, you performed several twirls, rotating as though you were a ballerina. For the first few, Matt said nothing, but then he reached out and stopped you with a firm hand on your shoulder.
"The heels sound like precarious twigs," he said.
"They're not precarious and they're not twigs. They're pretty." For added effect you started to skip by him towards your purse.
"Just — please stop," Matt said, finishing with his last button and gesturing downward. "Walk like a normal person, at least?"
"Don't worry. I wasn't planning on skipping into the office," you assured him. "Look, I'll see you for lunch, okay? I've got to split."
"Twelve o'clock. And also promise me you won't twirl like that during your presentation," he said, and leaned in to kiss you before you left.
It was another of those impossibly busy days when you and Matt wouldn't be able to spend much time together. He was going to be in court the entire afternoon, and you had a major annual presentation for work, meaning that you'd both be out overtime and wouldn't get home until late. The bright side was that you both had an opening at noon to meet at a small diner in Hell's Kitchen and catch up over lunch.
You cursed your high heels as you tried to speed down the stairs of Matt's apartment. They really weren't conducive for someone who was running late. Halfway down, you lost your footing; the stem of the heel missed the edge of the step and you jolted downward.
And, mercifully, caught yourself on the railing.
Knowing for certain that Matt was listening to you and likely heard your misstep — as well as the way your heart was hammering from the adrenaline of nearly falling down a flight of stairs — you muttered aloud, "See? Everything's fine," and continued on your way. Shortly after, your phone vibrated with a text from Matt:
Are you trying to give me a heart attack?
Laughing to yourself, you stowed your phone back in your purse.
And the high heels did work out, for most of the morning. You gave your presentation and then buried yourself at your desk in paperwork, confined to work for the rest of the day on everything you'd fallen behind in while prepping for the presentation. You couldn't help but glance at the clock every ten minutes; noon was going to be the breath of fresh air in an otherwise stressful day.
Fifteen minutes to noon you got up from your desk and made your way out onto the street. The sun was shining, a soft balmy breeze carried the fragrance of blooming lilacs as you passed a small garden, and plush clouds drifted overhead idly.
And then, just as you were hurrying to crossing the street — technically the pedestrian light was red, but you had a solid seven seconds before the approaching car would actually reach you — there was an ominous snap, and you found yourself falling onto the pavement, your ankle rolling in the process.
Well, not just rolling. It felt more like your ankle was jerked down into a direction it definitely shouldn't have been in, accompanied by a soft pop and a flaring of sharp, throbbing pain.
The car that you would have easily made it past had to brake, honking angrily at you, and you waved vehemently in apology as you struggled to your feet — shit shit shit that hurts — and hobbled out of the street.
"Bitch!" the man shouted from his window as he accelerated by you, tossing a middle finger at you.
Usually that would probably be enough to ruin your day, being yelled at by a stranger, but you were much more preoccupied with the stabbing pain in your ankle. Did I break it? Should sprains hurt this much? You stared, stunned, at the broken stiletto that was half-dangling from your shoe. It had simply snapped in half, for no reason at all.
"Traitor," you muttered to it, taking shelter in the shade of a building to assess your ankle. Gingerly you tried touching it, but it flashed with pain as you pressed on it. Inhaling deeply and tilting your head backwards — do NOT cry don't cry don't cry don't cry— you began to continue your way to the diner.
Matt wasn't going to be happy about this. And you already knew there was no way you could hide it from him. You were limping so badly that it was difficult to walk; each movement felt as though you were tearing your ankle again. If you could arrive at the diner first and get yourself seated, then maybe you had a small chance of the injury going unnoticed, but your limping must have delayed you just enough, because you could see Matt through the window of the restaurant — he'd already arrived.
And his head was already tilted in a way that meant, yep, he's definitely onto me, he can already hear me.
"Hi," you greeted him weakly as you walked in, ignoring the fact that tears were spiking in your eyes. Matt was already on his feet, grabbing his cane almost as an afterthought and approaching you quickly.
"I didn't think it was you at first," he said, quietly so that other patrons in the diner wouldn't hear. "Your gait was so different. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, it's not so bad," you said, knowing he'd hear right through the lie, but not caring much in the moment.
"Let me feel it."
There was no sense in objecting; Matt, you knew, wouldn't be satisfied until he'd done his radar scanning of it so that he could know precisely what was going on in your ankle. "Okay," you agreed. "But let's use the bathroom. These people trying to enjoy their meals don't need to see you feeling up my ankle."
It was a single-user bathroom, fortunately. Matt entered first and held the door open for you, and only once it was shut and locked did he abandon his cane and stoop by your feet. You leaned against the sink as his fingers grazed your ankle.
"What's my diagnosis, Mr. X-Ray?" you asked, trying to come off as playful, but it was hard hiding the pain in your voice. It didn't help that Matt wasn't having it. He stood up, hands on his hips, jaw twitching.
"You fully tore the ligament," he said. "I told you that those heels would get you hurt."
"Whoa, excuse me. This was not my fault. I didn't trip. The heel just happened to snap on me, so it is one hundred percent, completely, utterly, not my fault."
"You knowingly wore dangerous shoes," Matt insisted.
"Stilettos aren't inherently dangerous, Matt! They're shoes! I just got a bit unlucky—"
"Unlucky? You can hardly walk."
"I'm fine," you said, a bit more firmly, and tried, recklessly, to do the twirl you had done that morning to prove it, but had to stop immediately because it sent a rocketing flare of pain through your leg. "Ow. Shit."
Matt steadied you instinctively. "You should take the rest of the day off and go to the doctor."
"No way. I'm so far behind in work. Besides, I'm good once I'm sitting, it's just walking that's hard."
Matt said nothing at first, but helped you get from the bathroom to the booth, one hand loosely holding his cane and the other supporting you as you leaned on him. You were grateful for his strength practically holding you up; already your ankle was swelling and walking alone would have made a scene. Still, it earned a few stares from several of the other people eating in the diner, but you ignored them.
"I guess I should clarify," Matt said, only once you were seated. "You are taking the rest of the day off."
You furrowed your brow, outraged. "You can't tell me what to do."
"And I'd really recommend seeing a doctor," he continued, "because—"
"Last week you—" You realized your voice was loud and lowered it to a whisper. "Last month you came flopping onto the bed at three in the morning, gasping for breath because you fractured a rib, and when I begged you to see a doctor, you said, 'I'm fine. Don't worry about me so much.' Don't you see how much of a hypocrite you are?"
"I don't care whether or not I'm a hypocrite, I care that you go to the doctor," he said, then added, "But if you don't, you're at least not going back to work. You need to rest, elevate the ankle, and ice it."
You bit your lip. "What if I simply refuse?"
"Then I'll call Claire and make her come pay us a visit tonight to check on you."
The thought of burdening Claire with having to make a trip out to Matt's apartment just for your sake was enough to make your cheeks burn. "You wouldn't."
"I would," he said. "Unless you at the very least stay home the rest of the day and ice your ankle."
"I can't believe you." You fell into silence, punctuated only by the waitress coming to take your beverage orders. Once she left, you tried to brighten things a bit, because Matt's mouth was curved in such an unhappy frown that it was beginning to stress you out. "At least it wasn't my favorite pair of stilettos. If it had been, I might be tempted to try super-gluing the heel back on."
It didn't seem to improve his mood, because Matt didn't smile. "I'd prefer if you just stuck to flats from now on."
"That's a lie. I know you love my heels," you said, impetuously leaning across the table to grab his hands. "You may not be able to see my legs, but I know you can sense them, and I know that stilettos make them, like, ten times sexier."
"You know what's not sexy? A sprained ankle."
"Wow. Thanks for really bulldozing my self-esteem." You paused. "If my ankle makes me so un-sexy, then maybe I'll just... sleep on the couch tonight instead. Wouldn't want you to be near me if I'm all sprained-ankle-ish."
"You're impossible."
"I have a better idea. I can be bait," you said, watching Matt's expression carefully. "I'll stumble out onto the streets tonight — you know, all 'Woe is me, I've got a sprained ankle' — and that'll attract every mugger in the vicinity, seeing a vulnerable girl alone. They won't be able to help themselves, they'll just be dying to come over and rob me. And then, lo and behold! Daredevil dives in and catches all of Hell's Kitchen's criminals in one fell swoop."
Sure enough, you could see an irritated amusement in Matt's mouth, the type that meant he was torn between smiling and getting annoyed. "I'll agree to that plan when Foggy learns how to meditate for more than five minutes at a time."
The waitress arrived and took your orders. You sipped on the water she had delivered, your eyes not leaving Matt's face.
"What is it?" he said, finally. "You're dying to say something."
"Yeah. I want you to admit that it's not my poor high heels you're angry with. You're just worried about me."
"Can't it be both?"
"Leave my high heels out of this and admit it, Matt."
"Fine. I'm worried about you. Does that make you happy?"
"Sure does," you said, squeezing his hands and smiling. "By the way... did I ever mention that I'm head over heels in love with you?"
"Oh, my God."
A/N: This was just a short piece inspired by two separate asks I received that fit together quite well:
Prompt 1: hi!!! could you do a hurt/comfort where reader breaks her heel and sprains her ankle while walking home and matt finds her??
Prompt 2: May I request a Matt fic? I've been seeing girls on YouTube that test their heels out by running around in front of their s/o, and I thought it would be really funny with a clumsy reader and Matt having an absolute heart attack. Thanks!
Just realized that I completely altered the first prompt by having them meet at a diner rather than Matt finding her, so I apologize! I hope it was still alright to read :) happy whumptober, everyone!
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they meet up alone for the first time since- since. a roof top, to escape the bustling street below because the bookshop is full of broken dreams and bittersweet memories.
aziraphale is late, quietly showing up behind him before hesitantly walking and stopping on his left. for a moment, the air tastes like the first approaching thunderstorm and desert sand, like blooming plants and fresh apples.
for a moment, they're back on the walls of eden and familiar strangers.
"well, that could have gone better," aziraphale eventually mumbles, and crowley has to suppress the urge to throw him a glance and sigh.
"we saved the world, didn't we?"
his response is dry, tense with the weight of unspoken and spoken confessions, crackling like static between them and raising goosebumps on their skin.
"we did," he stops, clearly holding back more, and crowley's pulse quickens under the tenderness of his gaze, unseen but felt all the same. "crowley, there's something i want to say, and i- can you look at me? please?"
there was a time when he never stopped looking at him, following him with his eyes whenever he could see him and with his heart when he couldn't, yet when he takes his shades off now, turning to face him, crowley almost walks away.
sparkling hyacinth blue eyes, grey as storm clouds when they need to be, bright as a midday summer sky when he laughs, and so, so, so familiar.
so, so loved.
he expects stuttered words and apologies, expects anger, maybe, and stoic heartbreak. what he doesn't expect is for aziraphale's pupils to swallow his irises whole as his hands fly up to grasp his shirt and pull him into a kiss.
even caught off-guard, crowley melts into it immediately, reaching for soft cheeks and the nape of his neck, and this- this is coming home. not earth, not the bookshop, not the bentley, nothing except for the happy little sigh he can taste on his tongue and the heat of aziraphale's skin against his.
compared to their first kiss, it's impossible tender, still desperate but for entirely different reasons, a hello instead of a good-bye.
they pull back just enough to lean their foreheads together, breathing each other in, and crowley cannot help himself.
"i thought you wanted to tell me something?" he quips, his voice trembling and sounding adoring rather than teasing, but aziraphale lets out a tiny chuckle regardless.
"i did, but then i looked at you and just couldn't help myself. still, i'm sorry. i'm so sorry for hurting you. i'm angry you hurt me, but i-"
crowley tenses, muscles tight in an instead, but aziraphale stops himself in time.
"ah, i suppose i should find a better phrase, huh?"
"i'm sorry, too, aziraphale. angel." the smile tugging on aziraphale's lips encourages his to do the same with ease, and although a part of him is terrified down to his very essence, he inhales shakily and adds, "my angel."
no sudden rain appears, and isn't needed, not this time. nothing is perfect or easy, the opposite, really, and they both know it; there are dozens of lifetimes worth of pain to heal.
but when aziraphale kisses the happiness off his face and leaves his own behind, humanity below them, around them, crowley thinks of a garden, an apple, and knows that he was right.
if it led them to this, to each other, he did the good thing, after all.
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an eddie/roan/reader request <3
roan loses a tooth and reader is freaking out asking if it hurt, if she’s okay, and roan is just excited bc that means the tooth fairy is gonna pat her a visit!!!
ty for your request ♡ eddie and roan. step mom!reader. 1.1k
Eddie's trying to prove to you that he can play Master of Puppets on the guitar, but it's been a long time since he was twenty. "Ah, fuck," he says, stumbling over another chord. "What the fuck. I thought muscle memory was supposed to remember things for me."
"I think you need to prompt your muscles into remembering," you say, cross-legged on the armchair with a pint of vanilla ice cream in your lap. "Can you play my favourite again?"
"Depends. What's in it for me?"
"So much. I'll scratch your back all the way through Princess Polly tonight."
He immediately sets his fingers against the first chord of your favourite song and begins to play. Your back scratching literally haunts him. He can be on a rolling board under a truck that stinks of dirt and old oil and he'll be dreaming of your fingernails and their gentle up and down, his face on your shoulder, in your neck, buried in your thigh, whichever way he lays down. A song for an hour of your touch is easy work.
He suspects you like doing it as much as he likes getting it. You love taking care of him. You're good beyond words.
Eddie watches you nod along to his playing happily, a spoon between your lips, a dot of melted cream on your chin, and he knows what he has to do. "I'd ask you to marry me if I hadn't already done it," he says.
You cut into your ice cream with a delighted jaunt. "I'd say yes for sure. You can ask me again, if you like. After the song."
"I'll ask you as many times as you want. I'll even throw in a free song—"
The air rips apart with a signature Roan Munson scream, which is to say, it's impossible to tell if Roan is in immense pain or having the most fun of her life.
Eddie almost chokes putting down his guitar as you ditch your ice cream on the arm, half a second behind him as he races upstairs.
"What's wrong?" Eddie shouts as he goes. "What? What?"
"Daddy!" she shouts as Eddie throws open her bedroom door, sitting on the heart-shaped rug beside her dollhouse. "Lookit!"
You move his elbow aside to squeeze through the doorway. "Is that a tooth?"
"It's my tooth!"
"Oh my gosh, princess!" you yelp, kneeling down in the plush rug in front of her, your thumb on her pale chin. "You're bleeding! Aw, sweetheart, let me see."
Eddie blinks dazedly, bending down to take the tooth Roan offers. It's tiny and white with a hole at the bottom that's darker on the inside. He rolls it around in his palm. Is she really that age? he asks himself, looking unsurely between his hand and Roan where she beams on the floor.
"There's blood on your dress, too," you say, fingers held delicately against her cheek.
Eddie doesn't have ugly hands, but it's different to see you touch her. You're a sweet, careful woman when it comes to mothering, a soft touch through and through. "Can I see?"
Roan tips her head back and opens her mouth. Clear as day is the gap in her pearly white teeth, a bottom tooth now gone.
"What did you do?" Eddie asks knowingly.
"Nothing! It felt wobbly so I just bit on my Prince Dylan until it felled out."
"Baby," you murmur, wiping the bloody spit off of her lips, "you hurt yourself?"
"It didn't hurt that much."
"Maybe let's not force them, Ro. Teeth come out when they're ready. If you start pulling them out before they're ready you might have wonky ones. And you shouldn't hurt yourself," Eddie says, kneeling down next to you for the united front effect.
Roan looks at least somewhat chastised. "Okay. I won't pull them out until they're ready. But now the fairy comes, right? The tooth fairy?"
Eddie grins, endeared by his devious little monster. You curl your sleeve down to press the clean edge to her gum, a frown creasing your face. Roan winces and you flinch, tucking her hair behind her ears in apology.
"Sorry, lovely girl."
"It's fine!" she says, flashing her first gap-toothed smile. "Don't worry, mom, it's just a small ow."
You soften at the name and drop your hand to hers. "Okay. I won't worry… you know your first tooth fairy and your last are the special ones, right?"
You and Eddie take to whispering as the bath runs that night, a debate of the ages. You think losing your first tooth deserves a new bike, or at the very least a new custom princess dress from the boutique in Indianapolis. Eddie thinks it deserves a kiss and a crisp twenty dollar bill.
Roan splashes suds at your socks and tells you to stop whispering so much.
That night, after Eddie forfeits half of his back scratching time to let you cuddle Roan, he sneaks into Roan's room with twenty dollars and a note.
"Can we take another picture?" you whisper from behind hjm.
"I think the flash might wake her up," he whispers back, the two of you standing still at the foot of her bed. She's clutching Teddy to her chest, curls splayed over her pink pillow, one of her feet sticking out of the sheets. "The first picture was really cute, we'll be fine."
Roan smiled to show off her gap with her small tooth held up to lense. Eddie's gonna get it printed and maybe framed. She looks like a kid in the clothes catalogues.
Together, you and Eddie tiptoe to her pillow to retrieve the lost tooth and replace it with her boon. Inspired by her statue-like stillness, Eddie leans down to press a kiss into her hairline, trying hard not to wake her up.
Roan affords him no such luxury in the morning. "Dad!" she shouts, straight into his ear canal. He chokes awake. "The tooth fairy said you'd buy me a scooter! Is that true?"
"Only if you stop yelling," he whines, burying his head under the pillow.
Roan climbs onto the bed and over his back. He groans as his back clicks, settles when you put a hand on his shoulders sympathetically.
"Your fault," he says. You're the one who campaigned for a new scooter.
"Sorry, handsome," you say.
Eddie will feel much more forgiving in a couple of hours.
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The Golden Child Part I
SAGAU & Impostor AU where the reader is the child of the actual creator.
Warnings: blood.
If you haven't read the prologue yet, it's here.
The fedora your father had gifted you made it impossible to see what was happening around you. Ever since he woke you up in a hurry so early in the morning, he refused to tell you what exactly was going on. Instead, he took you to the city of Liyue, a place you knew well as he would let you join some travels he had to make thanks to his work.
The city was exactly as you remembered it, it's just that you had never seen so many people gathered in one place. They appeared to be celebrating something, for there were a lot of people standing in a platform before all the crowd. Your father shoved many people off so you both could stand somewhat close. If it weren't for the oversized hat he forced you to wear, maybe you'd have heard and see what the commotion was about. The only hint you had was the moving feet of the ones closest to you, followed by muffled screaming and cheering. You could only look up to see your father, only to find his face drowned in terror. He seemed to notice your gaze against him as he held you closer and gently shoved your face in his chest.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay..." he whispered time and time again. More than you, he seemed to be saying this for himself.
Soon the cheering became shouts of agony, something made the crowd stop celebrating and replace their cheers of happyness for pure anguish. You wanted to raise the fedora and see what was going on but your father quickly put it down and started running away.
Now all the voices were starting to become more and more distant. You could no longer see the streets made of stone, only the grass and dirt that made up the way from Liyue to your secluded house in the woods. It was only halfway through when you were able to return the hat to him.
"Papa, what's happening?"
He didn't answer your question, he just kept running straight to the house.
Upon arriving he let you go on the sofa and quickly started to gather clothes and provisions, making a mess out of the cabin.
"Papa?" you asked again, and this time he turned to you, crouching to your level so he could see you in the eyes.
"Stardust, I need you to carefully hear my words, okay?" He gave a soft smile at your nod. "Remember how we talked to you about those people that were trying to harm your tata?"
You nodded once again, not knowing why your parent was brought up in the conversation. Speaking of them, where were they? You looked around the room for a second before your father put both his hands in your cheeks so you were only looking at him.
"Look at me, stardust. Those people... they took your tata. And now they're looking for us." He did his best not to let a sob out. He would have time to mourn later when they both were safe. "We have to go. Take whatever you can carry in your arms and let's depart."
He immediately rushed to finish his task. We're his words true? Was your tata... taken? That's why all the people in Liyue were celebrating? Did those people hate your family that much...? You wanted to cry, but the shout of your father to hurry up made you shake these thoughts and run to your bedroom. The tears started to flow silently as you grabbed some clothes and your stuffed animal. You could not leave it here, it was made by your parent's hand...
All the items were thrown into a little backpack and you quickly went to the front door where your father was already with the door open and scanning the forest.
He turned to you. "Ready, dear? I need you to be brave, okay? I will protect you no matter what."
Before you could even nod he already had your hand in his and started running into the woods. You took one last look at your little house, watching it get smaller and smaller with each step. It made your little heart hurt, thinking that this might be the last time seeing it. This felt so foreign to those times where you departed with your father just like this, holding hands and your parent saying goodbye from the doorframe.
Soon there was nothing more than trees and tall grass to look at. The green scenery started to slowly become more yellow and rocky. He never took you this far... was this still even Liyue?
"Just a little more..." He assured you, tugging at your hand every time you started to fall behind.
You couldn't help it. Your legs were small and you were starting to get tired. Plus, there was this weird feeling that somebody was watching you, making you look in every direction trying to find the source and almost tripping a few times for not paying attention to the ground.
The rocky ground started to overtake nature. Now all you could see was a mixture of gray, red, orange, and yellow; all together in an enormous hole in front of you.
"This is The Chasm." Your father said, panting heavily from all the running. "We just need to cross this and we'll be—"
"HALT!"
His words were interrupted by a polearm descending from the skies and impacting in front of you. He stood in front of you, shielding your small form from the wind and rocks that were sent flying from the impact. When you raised your eyes, a brown figure stood in place. He was gripping the weapon tightly and observed you both with anger in his golden eyes.
The figure took one step forward. "You were there... I remember you at the execution." He spoke. Your father took one step backward. "And I remember that you were the last person Their Grace laid their eyes upon."
The new man started to walk towards you, startling your dad who tried to cover you from the stranger's eyes. It seemed to have the contrary effect, as he now was looking right at you.
"Don't make my job harder. Hand over the child." He extended his arm, giving you an opportunity to remain on his good side.
"Please, we're just a merchant with his child... We have no relation to Their Divine Grace!" He lied.
The stranger dropped his hand and raised his polearm.
"If that's so, then pray tell why you claim yourself a merchant yet you have nothing on you but personal belongings. No merchant goes through The Chasm while running with a child."
The gound below you started to vibrate.
"If you have nothing to hide, you'll have no problem with me taking a look at your child." The man started to approach again, and your father took his two daggers off his sleeves and stood on guard. "So that's how it's going to be..."
The earth almost split itself from the impact.
The strong wind produced from the clash of polearm and daggers was enough to send you flying some meters away. You landed on a convenient and small patch of grass that helped cushion your fall. It was always like this, your parent always told you that both you and them were loved by this world and nature would always find a way to help you.
You quickly stood up, watching how your father was trying with all his might not to get stabbed or wounded by the edge of the weapon. His daggers could only block or deflect the thrust, he was at a clear disadvantage as he could not get closer to his opponent. Not even his electro vision seemed to help much, there wasn't a lot of fighting he could do without accidentally hurting you.
"Hah!" The stranger managed to knock off the daggers off him and wasted no time in raising his weapon ready to strike.
Desperation filled you. These people already took you tata, they can't take papa too!
"No!!"
The attack didn't impact the male's body, as it was suddenly pushed aside. You had thrown yourself against your father safely putting him out of harm's way. He had the wind knocked out of him, and it took him a couple of seconds to fully return to the fight. The first thing he saw was the shocked face of his attacker, amber eyes fixated on the little figure on top of himself. He followed his gaze and felt the blood drain from his face as he watched his child hug him, bearing a light cut on their arm that was barely bleeding. The red, however, rapidly became gold upon exiting the wound.
"It is you... The child of our Divine One!" The stranger exclaimed, making his polearm disappear. "You don't have to be afraid little one, I'm not going to hurt—"
Your father encircled your body with his arms, gently pushing you off him and lowering you at his side so he was still between you and him.
"DON'T COME CLOSER!" He threatened the man. The fury in his voice even surprised you- you had never seen your papa get this angry... "I saw what you did back there! You are all monsters! I don't trust any of you, not even an archon like you!"
Was that really true? Was the man in front of you an archon, a deity? But he looked pretty human to you. In fact, he was no different from any other person you've seen in Liyue.
The brown figure seemed to be irritated at his words for he furrowed his brows. "My job is to retrieve the Divine Child unharmed; should you interfere, I will be sure to show no mercy. I do not care what relationship you have to Their Grace or their child."
As if to prove his point, the earth beneath rumbled once again. Your father gritted his teeth, mind working as fast as it could to find some solution, an exit to this predicament...
"Stardust, please hear my words." He whispered to you in a hurry. "If I'm unable to get out of here I need you to keep moving. Sumeru is just across this hole... Do you understand?" You shake your head in panic. "Please my baby, I need you to be safe. Lord Sangemah Bay is waiting for us there... can you remember that name? Lord Sangemah Bay."
Tears started to flow from your eyes, still shaking your head as if saying no. You were scared, what your papa was saying sounded almost like he was ready to stay here so you could run away.
"Don't leave me papa!" You cried as you held onto him tighter, only for him to abruptly throw you a couple of meters away and immediately plunge his dagger in the ground, making use of his vision to summon a powerful lighting and make it strike the ground between him and the archon.
The impact made you all three temporarily go blind. The ground shook violently, making you stumble and unable to stand up. The two men were in the radius of the attack, and when the earth started to crumble it was too late to get out. A giant hole formed where they once stood, and the only thing you could see through your half-blinded eyes was the figure of your father and the archon falling down, deep into The Chasm.
"NOOO!!" You tried to run to the hole desperate to get to your dad, only for roots to raise from the ground and block your path. They would not let you get closer, and even a strong wind was pushing you in the opposite direction. Just like nature always helped your tata and you, this time it was making sure you followed the route to safety.
The roots below you started getting wet from your tears. You gripped them with force, trying to bend or break them, only to find out that your childish strength could not even move them slightly. You cried against them, your heart weeping for the sudden loss of both your parents.
Why? Why did this have to happen? You were a little but happy family of three, living deep into the woods and not bothering anyone. You didn't even understand why there were people looking for your tata! They were the most amazing parent ever! Always there to cook you your favorite food and play all the games you loved and learned thanks to your trips to Liyue city. Both them and your father had already tried to explain as best as they could to a child the reason why your parent never left the cabin, and you could only get sad that you would never experience with your parent all the thing you did with your father.
"Papa... tata..." Your little heart was mourning for the life that was taken from you in a spawn of only a few hours. They took your parent, and now your dad sacrificed himself so they would not take you too. "Papa... please come back. Papa, papa, please... I need you to come back... Don't die, papa..."
Your pleads were answered only by the strong wind. It once more tried to shove you away from the scene, the roots growing more to prove the point. It pained you to leave your father here, but he told you to keep moving... Sumeru was really close and this Lord Sangemah Bay may be the only person who could help you now.
You turned to face the road ahead and saw how little white flowers blossomed one after another in a straight line in front of you, as if they were showing you the way. You took one step forward only to have your foot clash with a sturdy object. Lowering your gaze, you found yourself staring at the reimaining dagger your father used laying forgotten on the floor. You chocked on a ugly sob.
There was no time to lose. You gently picked up the little weapon and stored it in your backpack before running through the flower path. No monsters nor animals appeared in your way, they seemed to notice your desperation and made sure to stay away from the path.
The gray and gradient red started to slowly become a deep and vibrant green once more. The air was starting to feel more humid, too. The large trees soon appeared in your vision, and the artificial flower path merged with an already existent dirt road.
You finally did it. You were in Sumeru now.
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*slowly opens your closet door and hands you the rest of the chips I was eating in there*
What if. Reader kissed King's scars or traced over them n asked if shed tell them how she got em? I think scars are neat and I dunno about you but personally I'd love to know how she got em. Hope your day is well!
Not a scratch on her.
You distinctly remember the claws of your attacker digging into the exposed meat of the knight's bicep her armor failed to shield yet here there is no mark to prove it. The two of you sat in King's dressing room following the incident, and all the time it took you begging to pull her off them. You thought you'd be fine on your own for a little while without her - clearly word hasn't gotten around the casino that you belong to her just yet. After she checked you over and made sure you weren't hurt it was only fair of you to do the same, but once you scrubbed all that blood off her there really wasn't much else for you to take care of.
"Hm......"
King lifts her head from the pile of pillows you both lay on, dismayed by absence of your hands on her. "Everything okay over there? Seems like you got something on your mind."
"Just thinking.... You've got so many scars, but that other demon didn't even put a scratch on you ... Kinda curious why.."
"Oh, that? That was nothing.-" King sits up, pounding a fist against her chest as she rises. "Takes a lot more than a coward like that to put a dent on this body. Hell, my skin's thicker than the steel I throw on. The stories behind every single one of 'em could the tale of centuries."
"Really?.... Then do you think you could tell me how you got your scars? I actually think they're pretty neat, but I didn't know the right time to ask you about them."
The mountain of pillows crumbles under the heavy swish of King's tail. "Yea....course... we'd be here all week if I told you how I got them all, but I can start off with some of my favorites for now."
King removes her chestplate - gesturing for you to climb in her lap as she regroups the pillows beneath her. She leans back down as she takes your smaller hands in hers, placing them on her abdomen. It was almost impossible to tell where her skin began and the old wounds ended. She guides your fingers to a crescent shaped hole just below her left pec - right over her ribs.
"Feel that? Got that one during the first tournament I feared I might lose. Underestimated the little bastard due to their size - barely came up to my knee in this form, the fucker. Unfortunately for them, they got a little too confident and all it took for me to wipe the floor with that small fry was catching them once.
"Amazing...." Your trace your fingers over the scar, dipping your head until in range to place a soft kiss on her hardened skin. King flinches - tail threatening to foundation of the pillows again as it shoots up with her.
"Wha- Huh?!- The fuck was that?"
"Sorry... Was that not okay? I guess I should've asked before I did that."
King's used to people asking about her scars. She may have been asked to be been kissed once or twice, but that was often by drunken fans - not the little treasure she picked out for herself. You are aware she could snap you in half at any second? You most definitely did, and that she'd never put you in serious danger. Still, you being so careless around a beast like her has got feeling a rush that's incomparable to the surge she feels in battle.
"Nah...." King shifts her tail benath her legs to hide the excitement it gave away. "A warning might've been nice - but your boldness makes it kinda hot. I knew I picked the perfect person to call mine.... Let's move on."
King nudges your fingers further north over her heart to anotger oddly shaped scar over her heart. With three points it almost look like a crudely embroidered crown. "This one. Welcoming gift from the boss themselves. Should'a known not to underestimate that other demon after dealing with them, but they're such an airhead it's easy to forget they can take care of themselves just fine."
Again - you kiss the blemish, the dragon's heart hammering loudly in her chest you can feel its rumble from your lips. There's other's she'd like to show you, but it you're so willing to kiss all her marks....
"Hey, got another one I think you might like."
King lifts her helmet over her jaw - shadows pealing away to unveil the wide, branching scar starting from her lower lip to benath her chin. She grins to show off the extent of the injury, the skin of her lips splitting to reveal more of her gums the further her smile creeps up the side of her face.
"This one? First and only time an angel tried to mess with our staff. Something about some demon winning the soul of someone they were watching over in a gang of cards. Made a huge fuss, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. Scar I'm most proudest of."
You ghost your fingers along her jaw, smiling as she slides her large hand down your back. "Uh-huh.... Something tells me there's another reason you wanted to show me this one in particular..."
"Don't get too full of yourself... Heh, who am I kidding." Tossing her mask aside, King pulls you for a kiss - a loud, yet oddly polite banging on the door interrupting the happy moment.
"Ms.King? We are all very glad you have found someone you are willing to protect at any cause, but some guests have raised concerns about your displays of victory. Please stop stringing your prey up over the pool. This is the third time we've had to close it this month."
#King my oc#yandere#yandere imagines#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere scenarios#yandere insert#yandere headcanons#yandere oc#yandere blurb#female yandere#yandere fluff
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hii! i'm here to request a little something.. maybe abby and reader are friends and they're getting ready for a party one of their friends is throwing. they're at reader's house and reader could ask abby to help her with her dress or something? friends to lovers. could be something cute or smut! :33 thank youuu<33
i love this!!!! ive thought about doing something cute and sweet like this for a while so... mwhahahahahah cute? smut? cute? smut??? hmmmmmmmm...
warning: im a psycho for a daddy kink, 1 titty spank and dirty talk, you suck on abby's thumb
abby checked the time on her phone again. 7:36pm. the party had started a little over an hour ago... and although abby didn't care too much about being a little fashionably late, you were pushing it a little.
you walked up to the mirror with your 4th shirt change of the night... your little black skirt and your doc martens not budging, "okay, I think I like this one."
fucking finally. abby doesn't say it out loud, she doesn't want to hurt your feelings, but her knees are starting to cramp up and her ass hurts from sitting on the chair at your vanity for almost an hour, watching you go back and forth between your wardrobe and the mirror.
jumping up out of her seat, she pats the back pocket of her cargo pants, double-checking she has her keys before heading for your bedroom door, "perfect, babe. let's go."
"wait."
please say you're kidding. abby slowly spins back towards you, little tears pooling in the outer corners of your eyes as you smooth your hands on the material covering the tops of your thighs, "I dunno..."
"don' know bout what, sweets?" she edged forward, putting a hand gently on your shoulder and maneuvering you until you were facing her. "you look gorgeous. now lets go, okay?"
you deflated a little more as you peeked around her at your reflection... the shirt was tight, hugging the places you didn't need to be hugged and making you want to cover you middle with your hands. you tried your hardest to keep them locked on your sides, put slowly they were running up your front to cover your tummy.
it was impossible to not notice your movements and the way insecurity shined in the tears dripping down your face, "I don't know if i wanna go, abs."
abby nearly started tearing up herself at the sight of your vulnerability, the softness she carried for you deep in the pit of her heart almost bubbling over.
she stepped closer, stunning you and your eyes widened.
she reached for the hem of your shirt. "now I don't know what has happened." she pulls it up over your head. "for you to feel like you arent the most beautiful girl". and throws it on the floor. "in the whole world... but you are, baby."
something in the air shifted, your chest started rising quicker as abby's fingers unzipped your skirt, letting it fall to the floor.
youre standing right there, braless and in just your panties and doc martens (fuck that's hot), your smooth skin on perfect display and abby can't stop herself from letting out a low groan at the sight of you. wanted this forever.
abby has always had a soft spot for her sweet roommate. a deep love that she had never let out of the safe space of her head- you were too precious to get wrapped up in her. abby didn't have what was necessary to be a good girlfriend, and that's all she wanted to be for you.
but right now, she didn't care about being good, she cared about making you feel good.
"god, you have no idea how fucking sexy you are, do you?"
you ducked your head, digging your boot-covered toe into the carpet and watching a little ripple develop as you bit your bottom lip, hiding the noises of embarrassment wanting to ease out of your throat. standing almost-naked in front of your roommate wasn't a normal experience.
"this pretty fucking mouth," she lifted your head up by your chin before circling your lips with her thumb, "you're such a sweet girl. i bet if I slipped my thumb inside you'd just start... there you go, baby."
your eyes rolled back into your skull as you took her thumb into your mouth, wrapping your glossy lips around it and sucking gently. "mmm..."
abby chuckled at you as your hands wrapped around her wrist, keeping her close, before she pulled her hand away abruptly, leaving your mouth empty and needy for more.
"abby..."
"shh, baby. i'm admiring you, so let me."
the next thing you knew, your underwear was torn from your body and your dripping pussy was on show for her. you whined as cold air hit your most sensitive part, almost reaching a hand down to toy with your clit and relieve the building pleasure.
"i love your hair, baby. bet you'd love for me to pull on hit as I fuck that sweet little pussy from behind, huh? tell me I'm right... tell daddy she's right."
"mhm.. shit, you're right, daddy, " you whispered as you reached behind and grabbed abby's hips, gently driving your ass back into her.
"yeah? and don't get me started on these tits," she delivered a harsh smack to one of your breasts, watching the red welts from her fingers erupt on your perfect skin, "you want me to suck on them don't you, baby? suck on them until ive bruised these pretty nipples."
"mhm! yes, daddy, please!"
abby ignored you, her smile widening as she continued. "but my favourite thing, is this tight little pussy, baby. and you're gonna bend over right now and take these fucking fingers, arent you?"
"yes, daddy."
;)
#abby anderson smut#hann answers#abby anderson tlou2#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson fluff#abby anderson x reader#abby tlou
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22. A french kiss/kiss with tongue
cc: @emilyjunk
Part 1 / Part 2
Last week, in Honors Ancient Greek Literature, Mr. Rapp had introduced them to the Myth of Sisyphus, and Regina had laughed.
You're laughing, Janis had texted Regina under her desk. Sisyphus is condemned to endlessly roll a boulder up a mountain and you're laughing.
Regina had gotten a stern admonishment from her teacher, but she couldn't find it in herself to care—not when she's in an eerily similar hell of her own making.
Here Regina is, at the base of the mountain, when Cady drops her backpack onto Regina's floor and says, "So Aaron did this weird thing this past weekend."
Regina, who has developed some warped Pavlovian response to the mention of Aaron—a mix of both anticipation and dread—raises her eyebrows in expectation.
"So we were kissing," Cady says, and Regina's heart rate picks up at the same time her stomach twists, "and he..." She pauses, making a face. "Licked me? Like on the lips. Is that normal?"
"Well, yeah," Regina says. "Have you never kissed someone with tongue before?"
Cady huffs. "You know I haven't."
"Right," Regina mutters, mostly to herself. "Well, I guess if you've never done it before, it would seem really weird."
"Yeah, I think he could tell I didn't know what was happening," Cady admits, running a hand through her hair. For some reason, she seems genuinely upset by this.
"I mean, if you don't like it, you don't have to do it," Regina says, although she can't imagine Aaron, the least confrontational person Regina has met in her entire life, forcing anyone to do anything.
"But I want to," Cady says earnestly and—okay, that kind of hurts.
Cady looks at her. Regina looks back.
"So..." Cady says, with a meaningful look. "Can we... practice?"
Regina should say no. She should really, really say no. She can't imagine a way that this ends that isn't very, very bad.
"Okay," Regina says.
She starts pushing the boulder up the mountain.
Cady comes to sit next to Regina on Regina's bed, then scoots a little closer, bracing one hand on the bed.
"Okay, um..." Regina murmurs, moving so they're close enough to be breathing the same air.
Cady places a hand on Regina's cheek with a confidence that makes Regina inhale sharply. She tries not to think about the experience that Cady has gained between when they first kissed and now.
Regina places her hands on Cady's waist and leans in, halting just before their lips touch to instruct, "So when you feel my tongue, just open your mouth a little bit."
Cady nods, barely perceptible, and Regina closes the distance between them.
Cady's lips are just as soft as Regina remembers, and she's almost embarrassed by the way she immediately feels hot, all over her body. For a moment, she forgets what she's supposed to be doing, lost in the feeling of Cady's lips slotted perfectly against hers.
Regina is suddenly aware of how nervous she is, even though she's been kissing boys with tongue since she was twelve. Carefully, as though Cady might suddenly change her mind and back away, she traces her tongue across the seam of Cady's lips.
Cady tenses, and for a second Regina thinks she might pull back, but then she parts her lips��a little too wide, so Regina gently guides her mouth closed a bit with a a hand on her jaw.
Regina tilts her head and brushes her tongue against Cady's. Somewhat unsurprisingly, Cady doesn't move, just keeps her lips parted exactly as instructed, so Regina strokes her tongue more purposefully, coaxing it to life.
Seeming to get the hint, Cady starts to respond, pressing a bit closer with a soft sound that Regina knows will be playing on a loop in her brain later. Regina traces the roof of Cady's mouth, sweeping in broad strokes, and is rewarded with the hand on her cheek sliding around to the back of her neck to pull her impossibly closer.
Experimentally, Regina retreats, but leaves her lips parted invitingly. For a moment, they sit their awkwardly breathing into each other's mouths, before Cady gets with the program and tentatively begins to explore Regina's mouth with her tongue.
It's like every fantasy Regina has desperately wished she never had has come to life, and all Regina can do is cling to Cady's waist as Cady's tongue dips lower to sweep over her bottom lip, then her top—and Regina lets her, frankly impressed that she hasn't passed out or started hyperventilating with how fast her heart is slamming into her ribs.
And then, totally without her permission, Regina moans, a deep sound originating in her chest expelled directly into Cady's mouth.
Regina pulls back abruptly, feeling her face start to burn. She looks anywhere but at Cady.
For a moment, the only sound in the room is heavy breathing.
"Wow," Cady says. Regina refuses to look at her, but she knows she looks beautiful. "Um, thanks."
"Yeah," Regina says, voice hoarse. "Anytime."
The boulder rolls back down the mountain.
#i guess i'm taking prompts by text now too#a lil homage to your fic angie <3#cadina#mean girls#mean girls 2024#mean girls the musical#regina george#cady heron#prompts#sleep eludes me so. here i am. writing cadina.
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O SOL E A LUA
k. kazuha
kazuha x fem!reader 🎀
"the sun and the moon." where two star-crossed lovers gaze upon with stars with one another. no distractions, no barriers, just each other.
lowercase intended
word count: 646
content: star-crossed lovers, angst, short drabble, fluff if you squint, hidden relationship
what is the definition of love?
love is to have an intense feeling of deep affection, for someone or something. it's a bond that deepens the connection you have with another and are able to understand each other boundlessly.
when you love someone, all you want to do is be with said person.
they infiltrate your thoughts, your mind, and your heart. then maybe in the end, you'll get a happily ever after.
but for y/n and kazuha, it was not the case.
though they loved each other deeply, it will never be meant to be. no matter how hard they tried, no matter how hard they fought, no matter what lifetime.
it was never, and will never, be meant to be.
however, they still try. the doomed couple laid upon the itchy grass, gazing up at the millions of stars stretched across the galaxy.
the soft sounds of their breath correlating with each other and waves crashing below them were the only noises that could be heard excluding the occasional wind and buzzing insects.
the two hadn't spoken in a quite a bit. they decided that soft, intimate touches were enough to fill the solace moment.
“you know, we are kind of like the sun and the moon.” kazuha spoke, his voice croaky from have going so long without speaking.
it was so sudden. y/n looked over at him to meet his eyes, but his red orbs were still locked onto the sky.
“what makes you say that?” y/n asked.
kazuha softly looked over at her as their eyes finally met, his filled with admiration and hers mirroring his.
“well.. it makes sense, doesn't it?” he responded. kazuha inched himself impossibly closer to y/n, wanting to practically stitch his skin with hers so they'd never be apart again. “have you heard the tale of the sun and the moon?”
she nodded as she played with the hand that kazuha placed softly on her face. “they loved each other. but because of their differences, they can't be together.” she replied.
kazuha sighed. “we are the reincarnation of the sun and the moon. born to be apart, but made to love each other.” his eyebrows furrowed in sorrow, then the two broke eye contact to look upon the stars once again.
it sucked. being so infatuated with one person but knowing the odds of you being together are from 1 to 100.
it physically hurt. the type of hurt that makes you clench your chest to make the pain stop, but nothing would ever make it go away.
“but what about the eclipse?”
“huh?” kazuha muttered.
“the solar eclipse.” y/n repeated as she sat up because the itchy grass was finally becoming a bother. “when the sun and the moon finally meet. it doesn't last for long, but it's finally their time to be together.”
kazuha smiled. it was a bittersweet smile, but it still managed to light up y/n's glossy moonlit eyes.
“hopefully one day we'll become the eclipse. i will count the days until we meet again, even if it's for an eternity.”
their foreheads barely grazed each other's as they stared lovingly into one another's eyes. both of them glossed over; not of sadness, but with a sense of serendipity.
maybe this was meant to happen. maybe there was a reason that the universe didn't want them to stay together.
“so.. until our eclipse?”
“.. yes, my love. until our eclipse.”
y/n and kazuha knew. they knew they'd never get their happily ever after. but that didn't matter at this moment.
what mattered is that they had each other now. although if it's not for long, they're able to love each other deeply.
even if it's just for now.
@rrinkyoo please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my works onto other platforms!
#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin imagines#genshin impact imagines#genshin fluff#genshin angst#kazuha x reader#kaedehara kazuha#genshin impact angst#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact x you#kazuha x you
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Hi! So I never do requests like these but getting into MH and EMH has forced my hand lmao
Watching Tim and Evan sleep head-canons with a GN!Reader. (😭)
Hear me out! I feel like these two don’t get as much sleep, knowing their circumstances it’s understandable. (Especially Tim.) You can try to coax them to sleep all you want but they’re stubborn.
But the second that they fall asleep, you can’t help but to observe, take in their features. Hell, caress them softly or give them a small peck on the forehead or cheek. It’s peaceful and you wish it can be like this all the time.
That’s what I’m currently thinking about and I would love for you to expand on it, or just your thoughts on it, if you can!
Love reading your posts, and thank you for feeding us with them! 😭🙏
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THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVED WRITING THESE SM !!!! this took me forever cus i kept getting in my own head and being a sap instead of writing lolz thank you so much for your patience 😭 Evans is much more angsty than i thought it was going to be
☠️🚬 Evan Myers / Tim Wright x gn!reader helping them fall asleep :)
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Evan :
He’s sprawled out on the couch, trying to focus on the low budget horror movie on the tv, but you can tell that he’s fighting sleep and you’re immediately hit with pangs of guilt. You and Evan have both been struggling with sleep for a long while, and for reasons neither of you can exactly help; Evan has started a pattern of trying to stay up as long as possible when his paranoia gets rough because he doesn’t want to wake up to find himself not in control of his body. He can’t stand the feeling of seeing you and not being able to trust “himself” not to hurt you. You know this about him, you’ve watched and tried to help him through it time after time on sleepless nights- assuring him that you love him and that you don’t plan on leaving no matter how many times he insists you deserve better than this.
So, walking over to him and quietly planting yourself next to him on the floor, you cup his face in your hand and you can feel him leaning into your touch. Closing his eyes and bringing a hand up to layer itself on top of yours, his eyebrows furrow in a mix of relief and pain. You quietly suggest that the two of you should get to bed as you lean over to kiss his forehead, and he grasps your hand a little tighter as he whispers out a desperate “i’m so sorry.”
Your heart breaks for him in that moment. The guilt you know he feels rubs off on you more every time, but you don't want him to know. You don't want him to feel more responsible than he already does for all of this. You stretch your other arm over his drowsy form to hold him impossibly closer to you, and his frame bends into yours as he takes a deep, shaky breath. Your hand rests on the back of his head, entangled in his soft hair with your lips still connected to the top of his head as you whisper soft reassurances to him; you're hoping the onslaught of 'i love you's and 'i still trust you's will still get through to him in his tired daze.
It takes longer than you wish it would for his breathing to even out and for his grip on your hand to loosen, but you're just grateful he was able to get there at all. You gently kiss his cheek before adjusting yourself to lay your head on his shoulder, and you take a deep breath as you take in the moment engulfing you. Evan is finally sleeping, the credits are rolling on the movie he had on, and you can hear the crickets outside through the quiet background music. Everything is okay right now, and you'd do anything to keep it that way for the both of you- but for now, you'll just get comfortable and make sure you're here for him in the morning.
Tim :
Tim needs a lot of comfort to fall asleep. He has frequent nightmares that, while he doesn't like to talk about them very often (in fact you've only heard him talk about them twice, and very vaguely), you know they're bad enough to make him want to stay up for the hours on end he usually does. Whenever you do manage to coax him to get into bed with you at a reasonable hour, don't think it'll mean you'll be sleeping any time soon.
Not that he asks you to, if anything he tries to reason with you to go to bed without him being asleep, but nonetheless you stay up until you can make sure he's getting some rest. Tonight, though, is a very different story. He had been exhausted, and it was one of the very few times he asked you to join him in bed. He had hovered behind you reading on the couch, placing his hands on your shoulders gently and touching his forehead to the top of your head and mumbling a deep, "'m tired, darlin'.", too tired to try and hide his low southern drawl this time.
So, here the two of you were in your bed. You're lying on your back, and Tim has himself draped on top of you, tightly wrapping his arms around your torso. You have one hand running through his hair and gently scratching at his scalp, and the other is tucked under his loose, unbuttoned flannel resting on his back. You can feel the way his body slowly melds to yours the more comfortable he gets, every couple minutes he sinks more and more into your form. You're whispering quiet praises to him, reminding him you love him, that you'll be right here when he wakes up in the morning, he doesn't need to worry his pretty little head about it. You feel a gravely laugh rumble through the both of you as he smiles, mumbling something about how he should be talking to you like that, and you tell him that is the most ridiculous thing you have ever heard; the loving and sleepy smiles are evident in both of your voices.
Eventually, when he does fall asleep, you find yourself stuck reminiscing on the world the two of you have built together. You live together, the two of you have learned to cook different meals together, you both talk about the future with the other like they’ve always been there- it feels like the stars aligned at just the right moment for such a perfect match to have been made. You recall one of the few nights Tim has been especially sappy; the two of you cuddling on the couch with your head leaning into his hand as he quietly told you how much he loved you. He couldn’t look you in your eyes and his thumb was gently but nervously swiping along the side of your cheek, but he mumbled about how he didn’t understand how he got so lucky with you- he doesn’t know why you’ve stayed with him but he’s always gonna be grateful for you. Remembering that now, with your hand still in his hair and him softly snoring, this is one of the very few times everything feels peaceful.
#🐐#everymanhybrid x reader#evan myers x reader#marble hornets x reader#tim wright x reader#rabbit writings
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Hii:D idk if your still taking requests for Tokyo revengers but if you are can you do headcannons for Mikey, Draken and Sanzu for a s/o who doesn’t open up because of trust issues and not wanting to bother them with their self since they feel like a burden?
My daddy issues(parents marriage) really acting up rn 🙂
tyy:D if you do take this request you don’t have to tho😅
Sorry for the delay, anon! I hope you're having a better day <3
Pairing: Mikey x Reader, Draken x Reader, Sanzu x Reader
TW: they're all adults/aged up, hurt/comfort, minor depictions of PTSD/trauma, mild angst (w/ happy ending)
Reader Type: Gender neutral
Word Count: ~300 each
Mikey
The first time he saw you flinch, Mikey didn’t think much of it. The other executives in the board room were being incredibly loud, yelling at one another and bickering over petty issues. The second time you nearly cowered when Koko slammed papers down on the table, he realized that something bigger was going on. Something was bothering you and while he had a feeling it was the arguing, he wasn’t a hundred percent sure.
Getting you to open up could sometimes be impossible. It wasn’t as if Mikey was an open book himself. He kept a lot of his emotions stored away deep inside. He understood what it was like to not want people to know what was going on within your head. It was safer that way.
But you were his beloved, he couldn’t just watch you suffer without even trying. He calmly told everyone to be quiet, a tone that read authority and that no one would dare ignore. Those standing immediately sat down and everyone went silent. Mikey stood and looked at you, “come with me while they figure out how to behave like adults.”
You gave him a confused look before gathering your own papers and heading to his office where he sat down. “You don’t like when they’re loud, do you?” He asked in a soft tone that had you shifting nervously. What if this was some sort of trap? Was he going to snap at you for being so weak?
You shook your head and he gave you a small smile. He patted his lap, beckoning you to sit down on it, which you did. “You can tell me, darling. Why didn’t you tell me that their yelling bothered you?”
“I didn’t want to bother you. It wasn’t that important anyway.” You murmured, looking away from him.
“It is not a bother.” He said sternly as he wrapped his arm around you securely. “I’ll make sure they won’t do this again, okay?”
You nodded your head back, letting out a relieved sigh.
“Now let’s go get some dorayaki.” He said with a grin. “My treat.”
Draken
Draken had always been perceptive regarding other people’s emotions, especially his partner’s. When he felt you begin to pull away from him and dodge his probing questions, he knew that something was upsetting you. However, getting you to open up and tell him what was wrong was always the tricky part.
With the itching feeling that he had forgotten something and that maybe he was the one that hurt you, he began to look over the calendar in his bike shop. That’s when he noticed the tiny heart beside a date that happened to be a few days ago. His heart sunk in his chest as he realized he had forgotten your anniversary.
Immediately wanting to right his wrong, he closed up shop early for the day and got you your favorite flowers as well as a giant stuffed teddy bear. Draken was never one to care about anniversaries, but he knew that they were special to you.
He found you at your shared home on the couch curled in a blanket with your favorite warm drink in your hand, anything to try and keep the negative thoughts at bay that had been conjured by his forgetfulness.
“Hey,” He said, a small smile on his lips. He carefully set down the bouquet and bear before sitting down next to you and pulling you into his loving embrace. “Why didn’t you remind me?”
A sigh left your lips, “I didn’t want to be a burden. You’ve been so busy lately.” You murmured as you sheepishly looked at the gifts he had brought you.
“You’re never a burden,” He replied, kissing your temple. “Can I take you out tonight? I closed up the shop early so we can spend time together.”
Tears gathered in your lash line as you nodded your head at him, setting down your mug to pull the enormous bear into a squeezing hug and burying your face in his fur. Ken smiled and kissed the top of your head. “Let me clean up, I’ll take you wherever you want to go. And next time, remind me so I don’t forget like an idiot."
Sanzu
You had been feeling more and more alone lately with how busy Haru had been with work. Being number two meant he was often times away on jobs or taking care of business. It seemed he never had enough time for you and you were starting to feel more and more like a burden to him because of it.
It was like you were an afterthought and knowing that you didn’t come first had you in tears as you started to pack your bags. Luck would have it that your boyfriend would walk into his penthouse at that very moment. He called out your name, surprised to see you with a half-filled suitcase.
“What are you doing?” He asked as he felt his heart sink into his chest. Did you not love him anymore? Did you want to leave just like everyone else in his life? Was he too much to handle?
You froze, wanting to lock your emotions away tightly so he couldn’t see them. Instead, he could see the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes. “You just don’t have time for me anymore.” You replied softly.
He was in front of you with two large steps, pulling you into his chest as he let out a shaky breath. “I’ll make time.” He said, “I promise, I’ll make more time. Why didn’t you tell me how you were feeling?”
“I didn’t want to bother you.” You said softly as you clung to him. “I know work is important.”
“It’s not as important as you.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “I’m going to order us some dinner while you unpack. I’ll ask for some time off so we can travel somewhere- anywhere- just tell me where you want to go.”
“I just want to be here with you.” You replied quietly and he hugged you even tighter.
“Then we’ll stay here.” He replied. “Together.”
Requests are open I just take forever to write them <3
#mikey x reader#manjiro x reader#draken x reader#sanzu x reader#tokyo rev x reader#tokyo rev x you#tokyo rev x y/n#draken x y/n#draken x you#sanzu x y/n#sanzu x you#mikey x y/n#mikey x you#manjiro sano#draken#sanzu haruchiyo#tokyo revengers#tokyo rev fluff#tokyo rev angst#tokyo rev imagine#tokyo rev headcanons#tokyo revengers x reader#tr requsts
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Your post about buck tommy slow dancing at madney's wedding provoked something in me like imagine how beautiful it would be to watch them slow dance to "Kiss Me" by Ed Sheeran. The lyrics would suit them so perfectly.
And your heart's against my chest
Your lips pressed to my neck
I'm falling for your eyes
But they don't know me yet
And with a feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now.
I also read an article to understand the song's theme (it's just something I do, I like to gather interpretations for songs) and found this.
But perhaps the most unexpected theme in “Kiss Me” is that of self-discovery. In the line, “I’m falling for your eyes, but they don’t know me yet,” Sheeran delves into the transformative power of love to awaken dormant parts of ourselves. It’s a reminder that love is not just about finding someone else, but also about finding ourselves in the process.
Furthermore, the lyric, “I was made to keep your body warm, but I’m cold as the wind blows, so hold me in your arms,” speaks to the delicate dance of vulnerability and trust in relationships. It’s an acknowledgement of the inherent risks of love, tempered by the hope that in the arms of the right person, we can find solace and strength."
Isn't it beautiful? To watch them dance to a song like this would be everything. I think I need to go lie down now-
P.S. - I might've sent a similar ask to someone else, thinking it was you. But hey, it never hurts to have two takes, right?
i want you to know that when i first read this three days ago i ended up sitting head in hands goofy smile on my face for a good fifteen minutes just thinking about them dancing to this song so thank you for that! and yeah i can definitely see them dancing to this one (or something similar) and it's a wedding right so there are a bunch of other people on the dancefloor with them but they kind of fade into the background because tommy's hand is resting on buck's hip and buck's hand has found its home at the soft curve of tommy's neck and honestly they're more swaying than dancing at this point and then tommy says something that has buck all blushing and ducking his head and when he looks up again he has this look of sheer wonder in his eyes like he can't believe he's here and that he can have this and tommy's smile turns softer more private and then he momentarily lets his gaze drop to buck's lips as if silently asking may i? and buck just. nods and slides his hand to the back of tommy's neck and pulls him in and maybe they're not in love just yet but as buck presses in impossibly closer until all that exists around him is tommy he distantly thinks that it sure feels like he's on his way there
#evan buckley#tommy kinard#bucktommy#911 abc#i'm so sorry it took me forever to answer this i unfortunately do not have a functioning memory
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hello dear 🤗 I love your writing, so I just had a idea about Mikey having a S/O who is very sweet and kid hearted but one day he followed her and found out that she is very insane and was taking her anger out on some guys and beating them. He accidentally made a noise and S/O saw him. She then suddenly says she wants to break up cause she is popular because of her kind personality and threatens to kill him if he told anyone about this. I am sorry if this is too much I just love against 😭
What You Can't See Deep Down || Mikey x fem!reader
Part 2 : A Fresh Start
A/n : Hewo I hope you'll like it. I love writting angst but it's just so hard not to kill everyone and call it a day 😂 Because it's way more difficult to find real good endings... but not impossible
Warning : Angst angst angst kinda fluff, murder, murder attempt, blood, mention of violence not against reader,
Masterlist ⚜
I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it
Words count : 1520
Little song I listened while writing it ( and also a lot of symphonies lmao but this one just feels right ✅ )
To everyone who knew you from near or far, you seemed like the kindest, sweetest and soft hearted person ever
Always showing off, helping the elderly with their shopping, children with their homework, or your classmates if they were having problems with other students
Even your boyfriend Mikey was convinced of this and had instructed members of the Tokyo Manjikai to always be there if you had a problem of any kind
However, looking wasn't the same as being. And you were far from being what you pretended to be
One day after a meeting of the Tokyo Manjikai, Mikey decided to drop by your place to say hello and suggest a walk in the park, despite the late hour, as he had a lot to do and little time to spare
When he arrived at your house, he saw the light and your room turned off, so he assumed you'd dozed off. Not wanting to disturb your sleep, he decided to turn back and spend a double time with you tomorrow
However, as he turned down an alley, he heard a voice roaring insults. His eyebrows furrowed at the resemblance of the voice to yours
Just as he was about to ignore it, he heard a frightened, weeping voice imploring not to be hurt. The breaks in the sentences clearly indicated that the person was being beaten
So he decided to take a look around to see who on his territory was beating the crap out of someone else
Once in the tight, poorly-lit alleyway, he kept his guard up, guided by the two voices he heard
When he realized the scene before him, the jacket on his shoulders almost fell to the ground
There you were, Y/n, with a metal bar in your hand, beating this other girl sitting on the ground. He soon noticed that you weren't hitting the vital points and were concentrating only on her arms and legs, to make his torture last even longer
"That's it, you stupid bitch, scream louder and you might end up amusing me"
You lifted the bar and placed it on the girl's neck, pushing her against the wall, suffocating her slightly, the panic in her eyes reflecting the intensity of the confusion in the blond's gaze
A rustling sound made you realize that someone was standing there. You pushed the bar away from her neck and turned before meeting your boyfriend's gaze "Heyyyy Mikey, what are you doing here ? Didn't you have a meeting scheduled ?" your voice had suddenly returned to its sweet, naïve tone
He swallowed his saliva before replying in a nonchalant tone "It's actually over. What are you up to here ?"
"Oh me ? Just having a little chat with a friend here" you said, forcibly lifting her off the wall and wrapping your arm around her bloody shoulders
"With a metal bar ?" he asked, raising an eyebrow
"All you have to do is ask her. Here" you said, pushing her towards him. She stretched out her arms towards him, her face expressing intense fear - unable to run because of her injured legs - she tried to walk quickly at least
But before she could get any closer, you knocked her to the ground with a swing of your bar. Her body crumpled to the ground, blood pouring from her head
As his eyes widened, you chuckled "Okay, maybe we weren't the best of friends"
"Y/n why did you-"
"Oh no, I'm not going to have to argue with you too" you said your attention focused on the metal bar, gently spreading the blood on it with one finger
Mikey was silent for a second, had you just threatened him ? Were you even aware that you weren't up to fighting him ?
"You know you can't kill people on Tokyo Manjikai territory like that. Being my girl can't shield you from everything-"
For the 2nd time you cut him off "I don't want to be protected, and besides, I don't need you anymore, Sano"
Mikey found himself at a loss for words, Sano ? since when did you call him by his last name ? and why were you approaching him like that ? you weren't going to try and hit him ?
But he soon found himself cornered, evading your blow as you swung your metal bar with all your might
"Hey, what's the matter with you ? Why do you say don't you need me anymore ? What are you talking about ?"
You went for another swing, but he caught the bar in mid-air, and you tried to retrieve it, but he was hanging on to it
"You're going to tell everyone aren't you ? And then you'll destroy everything I've built. My empire surrounded by morons who think I'm stupid"
"Never" he replied his voice unwavering "Everyone has a darker side too, and I'll never betray-"
"I DON'T WANT TO KNOW ANYTHING ! LEAVE ME ALONE !"
Your cry disturbed him and he almost loosened his grip on the metal bar. Truth be told, he didn't give a damn about what you'd just done. He was kind of impressed by your strength but still shocked to discover it that way. But he loved you sincerely, and that was the only reason he didn't resent you at the time
"You don't need to get so carried away. We can make it up to you-"
"I'll make up for it with a metal bar through the head"
Mikey tightened his grip on the bar and snatched it out of your hand before hurling it across the street
He thought you'd snapped for some reason and hugged you, hoping to ground you and help you think clearly. But all you did was struggle, pushing him away with all your might, screaming and trying to hit him as hard as you could
Despite his embrace, you nevertheless managed to reach for a knife that was safely in your pocket. Your hand gripping it tightly, hoping to stab him in the back or his head if you had enough impulse
As you swiftly raised your hand, bringing it up to your head before striking, another hand gripped your finger with force. You swore it could have broken your wrist if its grip was any tighter
Before you could understand what was happening and whose hand was bigger than yours was, a roaring voice shattered your eardrums
"What shit are you trying to pull on us Y/n ?!?"
And before you could reply to your interlocutor, he snatched the knife from your hand and sent you flying into an alley wall
Mikey looked at his long-time friend with wide eyes "Kenchin what the hell are you doing ?"
"She tried to stab you, you fucking asshole !" he said, pointing to the knife you'd just try stab him with a few seconds earlier
His eyes widened before coming to rest on your form on the ground
"Open your eyes, she wanted to kill you" Draken resumed
His eyes still on you, he finally thought that perhaps your feelings for him weren't as strong as his own. He looked at Draken decisively "Give me that knife Kenchin"
Draken did so without question "We'll take her home. In the meantime, go find Mitsuya and Baji and we'll talk to her folks. After that, they'd better take good care of her. I don't know, maybe get her treatment or something. Ask the others to come and flood this alley with bleach and remove all this evidence"
Draken's face was stunned, of course Mikey wasn't going to report you to the police for murdering that girl. Of course he still loved you, you couldn't erase a 2-year relationship in one evening. But after what you tried to do, he'd rather cover those up than have the police catch you
In Draken's eyes, Mikey certainly had hope that you'd get better, but the same couldn't be said for him. You were rotten inside and nothing could change that for him.
After handing back the knife, Mikey gently approached your knocked out body and gently pushed the hair out of your face before taking you on his back with the utmost care
He was determined to resolve the situation and get back to the Y/n he knew. He was ready to turn a blind eye to the violence you were displaying, and he'd even have been ready to get you into the Tokyo Manjikai if you wanted to let off some steam and beat more people. But for the time being, he just wanted to make sure that your mental health didn't destroy you physically, because who knows what you'd be capable of now that he'd discovered your true nature
He was hoping so hard that one might think he was hoping for you too. But would you be able to fully embrace this hidden nature or would you continue to play the coy good girl to attract the sympathy of your peers ? Only you could decide. So what are you going to do now ?
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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🧶🎨 Again my requests are open 🎁🎀
Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff
#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers imagine#tokyo revengers x reader#mikey x reader#mikey angst#mikey x reader angst#mikey imagine#manjiro sano x reader#manjiro sano#manjiro sano angst#manjiro sano imagine#draken#ken ryuuguji#angst#request#miri-writes#ken ryuguji
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hi, could I request a Levi x member of the special operation squad reader, where after coming back from the female Titan expedition to the Hq the reader breaks down in a panic attack? Like, she had always been a strong soldier, the type not to even cry at comrades’ deaths, but after she loses half of her original squad and especially Petra, who she was really close to, just can’t hold it in anymore? Thank youuu! 🧡🧡
@kenkopanda-art <3
Just let go
Levi x fem!Reader
Canon, emotional, panic attack, supportive Levi, loving Levi, being a couple.
You are completely broken up and feel like you're falling apart. As you struggle to breathe as your emotions rush you, Levi hurries over to you and helps you somewhere to be alone. He holds you close and guides you through your panic attack. He reminds you just how much he loves you.
@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird
Your heart was racing in your chest as tears stung your eyes. No matter how much you gulped and tried to catch your breath, it was impossible. It was almost instinct to clutch your chest in desperation, but you gained no relief. All you could think about was your team, your friends and your best friend Petra, who was a few years younger than you.
You had been ordered to stay behind with Levi and Erwin. Erwin needed two strong people to watch over the female titan. When everything went to shit and the titan ran, all you could think about was the friends and comrades you had left alone.
No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get back in time. Levi had stopped you from seeing your friends, but it was impossible. You saw their bodies and it struck something inside you. You had seen a lot of blood and bodies before, but there was something different about seeing those you held dear.
The last straw for you was dumping the bodies of those you cared about in order to get away from Titans and Levi being hurt. You just wanted to be alone in a room with your thoughts. You wanted to scream and shout to the sky. You wanted to disappear.
You stumbled towards the scout base as you tried to control your breathing, but it was getting harder for you. You stumbled a little as your vision began to blur. You gripped the wall tightly as you clutched your chest. It was like there was a lump in your throat that was expanding with each second.
Levi wrapped his cape around you to shield you from view. "Erwin, we're both going to medical."
Erwin noticed the look in his friend's eyes. "Understood. Take care, okay?"
Levi noticed the softness in Erwin's eyes, it was a deep care and concern for you. "Yeah." He moved you along inside the base as you kept struggling to breathe. "I'm right here, all right? I'll take care of you. We're going to my office so you can get away from the cadets."
You looked over at Levi as tears streamed down your cheeks. "Thank you, but your leg."
"I've had worse. Besides, you are the most important thing to me."
You shook in his arms. "Levi."
He unlocked his office door and ushered you inside. He swiftly locked it behind him and led you to his bedroom in the back. "I'm going to take your things off, okay?"
You nodded and stood in his bedroom. This wasn't the first time Levi had undressed you in this room. The two of you had been a couple for a while. Your love was rather soothing and passionate. You cared for each other so deeply and you were each other's cure for life.
Levi took great care in undressing you and putting you into comfortable clothes. Not a word was said between you two because it wasn't needed. Just the care and kindness in Levi's touch was everything you needed.
You raised your head and watched Levi change into something comfortable. "Levi."
He smiled softly at you. "I know."
You shook on the spoke. "Mm" Tears filled your eyes. "They're all gone." You stumbled towards Levi. "They're all gone."
He caught you in his arms and held you. "I know. I...I..."
You clung to him. "I wish I could have saved them."
"Me too." He picked you up and sat you on his bed. He climbed on and pulled you against him and held you for a moment. His soft lips gently pressed against your forehead. "I love you."
"I love you too, Levi."
"I'm glad you are safe. I could never lose you. You are my life and soul."
You snuggled closer to him. "Mm. You're everything to me."
He looked down at you and smiled. He gently wiped the last of your tears away. "I'll be here with you for as long as you need me to be. I will never leave your side."
"Thank you." You sniffed a little. "How's your leg or ankle?"
He hummed. "Throbs."
"This resting with me will do you some good then."
He chuckled and pulled you close. "Yes." He massaged his fingers in your hair. "If you ever need to cry or scream or hit something, I am here."
You leaned up and pouted as you looked down at Levi. "I don't want to hit you."
He reached up and touched your cheek. "You're cute."
You leaned down and kissed him. "Thank you, Levi. I know we haven't talked deeply about what happened, but you just being here for me is all I needed. I just...being around you...you're so soothing. You relax me. You make me feel at ease."
"I was so closed off to others until I met you. You made me a better man. We'll get through this together. I swear."
#levi ackerman#aot levi#levi#snk levi#aot fanfiction#levi x you#fanfic#levi x y/n#levi fanfiction#levi x reader#captain levi ackerman x reader#captain levi#captain levi x you#captain levi x reader#captain levi fanfiction#levi attack on titan#levi x yn#levi ackerman x female reader#levi ackerman x you#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman x y/n
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aaaaah no i saw another "Izzy can't be homophobic you idiot I headcanon him as gay and anyway, he's right to hate Stede for being soft and inexperienced and rich" post send help (ik all of this has been said before and better, I just need to get it out of my system)
First of all, Izzy is a white and maybe not straight but definitely traditionally masculine man in a society where racism/sexism/homophobia/associated bigotry exist. Okay? Okay. These things exist in the ofmd universe, there's no arguing that away. It therefore stands to reason that Izzy, who grew up in that environment, harbours homophobic sentiments, because it is literally impossible to avoid that.
Detesting Stede for being effeminate and gnc is homophobia. Plain and simple. That's the core of homophobia. It's not about who someone finds attractive in their heart, it's about doing gender wrong. It's not so much about who you have sex with, but how you're doing it.
(And this is what Izzy and Calico Jack and the Badmintons and everone who ever bullied him hate about him. It's not that he's upper class. It's not that he's rich. It's this.)
Homophobia and the patriarchy go hand in hand. Under patriarchy, anything masculine is good and superior and anything feminine is weak and detestable. A good man, a proper man is defined by what he isn't (=not ever feminine), and any association with femininity is degrading. This is why Stede is called a woman (derogatory) by people who are perfectly aware he is a guy, why he's called Baby Bonnet: Both these things say You are not a real man. Does anyone who hurls abuse at him think he's gay? Who knows! It's well known he's married and has children, for fuck's sake! But it doesn't matter what's in Stede's heart, it matters how he behaves, how he speaks and carries himself, his interests, his inability to fit it.
Why do you think he's called fat when he isn't as an adult and wasn't as a child? It's the same thing, it's not logical, just a way for people to express their vague discomfort with him in the most hurtful way possible.
The way Izzy talks about him and the way the Badmintons talk about him parallel each other and that's not a coincidence. Izzy talks about Stede as having "done something" to Ed's "brain", Chauncey Badminton says he "ruined" Ed, that he's "not human" and a "monster". This is the exact violent, dehumanizing rhetoric that has forever been flung at gnc gay men, effeminacy as a corrupting, contagious influence, good upstanding manly men being seduced (hah!) into the Gay Lifestyle. You're not a person, you're a disease.
Fop and ponce may be old fashioned but they are also homophobic slurs.
Izzy doesn't detest the upper class. He has no trouble at all weaponizing his whiteness against Ed when he sends the English after him, when he attempts to buy Ed for himself with Stede's life. Izzy can fit into that world well enough to use it for his own gain as long as it will let him, and sure, he'll be crushed as soon as he's no longer useful but that doesn't stop him from aligning himself with the literal enemy, does it? That's what makes Izzy a class traitor (derogatory) btw, and why analysis that tries to paint him as "just a working class guy who hates the rich" a little silly.
("We're not bigots we are just ordinary salt-of-the-earth working class guys who hate the out of touch liberal elite and anyway, they're all perverts" hmmm, where have I heard this before?)
It's baffling to me that people watch this show and genuinely think "Izzy isn't homophobic, he just hates Stede because he's rich" is a good argument like??? Who expresses this exact sentiment in the show????
Look. I know where this comes from. I too read Izzy as queer. But queer people are perfectly capable of being homophobic towards each other.
Izzy can accept Ed having sex with men who are not him. He's fine with that, and sure, that seems to be proof that He can't be homophobic! at first glance. But, under patriarchy, not liking women sexually is - well, maybe not ideal but under certain circumstances acceptable (after all, under patriarchy, not liking women is perfectly reasonable and encouraged, so it's not a huge leap). But what is not acceptable, what needs to be violently suppressed at all costs, is men being insufficiently masculine.
Which is what Izzy detests about Stede, and what he attacks Ed for in ep10. And this is homophobia in a nutshell.
#yes okay i care too much about this whatever#but i DO want it noted that i went and made my own post instead of picking a fight#which was very brave of me. if i do say so myself#sigh. when will we be free of 'HAVE you considered that hating someone for being different is fine actually' takes#our flag means death#izzy hands#thoughts
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Stupidly Happy Smiles - Ross Macdonald Fic
A/n: I have not proof read this at all 🤣 so be warned.... Just saw a video of Ross smiling and I became unhinged.
Your frame is all but smothering his on the bed, his large hands rest against your waist, making your body look even smaller in comparison to his. A wide smile rest against his lips, his dimples popping out on each cheek. One of your hands is resting against his cheek, one flat against his bare chest.
You're both laughing about something, god knows what. You've both forgotten what was even funny in the first place, now just laughing at each other.
Your stomach hurts and your breathing is heavy.
"Stop... Stop.....I'm going to die" you say through laughs.
Both of your laughter dies down, wide sickeningly happy smiles rest on your faces as you stare at each other. Ross' dimples are still visible and your heart flutters at the sight.
"I love you" you breathe out, his smile somehow widening.
"I love you more, come here" he says, hands pulling at your waist to get you to move.
"Wait" you say.
"What?" He asks. You don't speak, you don't move. Your eyes just hover over his features. His long hair is askew on the pillow, bare chest heaving from all the laughter, his muscles are begging to be touched, the tattoos scattered around his body tempting your lips.
"Marry me" you say simply, Ross' lips drop, shocked at your words, before they lift back into a smile.
He then takes in your features, realising your serious.
"You're serious?" He questions, making sure before he answers. You nod and smile against him.
"I'm serious" you smile at him, two stupid smiles.
"One sec" he says, easily lifting your body off him, he climbs from the bed, finding his jacket that's been hanging on the back of your door for weeks. His fingers pull out something from the pocket, before he makes his way back over to you.
His large hand opens revealing a velvet box. Your eyes begin to water and they flick between his eyes and the box resting in his palm.
"You ruined my surprise" he says simply, his own eyes tearing up too.
"Ross" your hand finds his cheek and you press a soft kiss to his lips.
His fingers open the box revealing the most beautiful ring you've ever seen.
"I promise I had this grand gesture, was going to pull you up on stage on our anniversary and propose in front of all our mates and our fans" he said but your head shakes.
"I don't need any of that, just need you" you say, tears falling down your cheeks faster now, his calloused fingers find your cheek now, catching some tears before the fall.
"Will you marry me sweetheart?" He asks, that same ridiculously stupidly happy smile from earlier resting against his lips.
"I asked you first" you joke.
"I'll marry you if you'll marry me" he says.
"Yes! Of course I'll marry you" you say, allowing him to place the ring on your finger before you launch yourself on him. Arms wrapping around his shoulders as his find your waist.
"I love you" he murmurs against your neck, lips smothering the skin in kisses.
"I love you more"
"Impossible" he says as he pulls back to look at you. You push against his chest, legs hooking over his thighs.
"We're getting married!" You gasp, in the next moment you're smothering his face with kisses, focusing on his dimples.
"Alright woman don't kill me before we even get the chance" he laughs, you pull back to look at him, smiling again.
"Can't believe I'm marrying you" he pulls himself up, back no longer resting against the bed, his fingers pull you gently by your jaw, lips softly meeting yours, it's gentle but passionate, loving pouring from one to the other. A thought enters your mind and you gasp pulling away from me.
"We need to tell the guys" you say, Ross groans , falling back against the bed.
"They're going to hate that they weren't here" he says, his hand finds his hair, brushing through the strands. You stare at him, mouth agape, the muscles in his arm tense as his fingers run through his hair.
"Kinda glad they're not here to see this" you say, Ross looks at you and smirks.
"You're insatiable" he chuckles, he runs his hand down your shoulder, finding your waist again.
You lean down towards his torso, lips pressing against his tattoos.
"Y/n" he moans, distracted by his previous thoughts.
"What are we going to do about the guys?" He says.
"I don't care about that right now" you say, tongue flattening out against his abs. A strong hand finds your jaw, pulling you upwards, his lips roughly press against yours. He flips you harshly, bringing your thigh up around his waist.
"Yeah let's not think about the guys" he says against your lips. His tongue finds yours, deepening the passionate kiss. Next to you, his phone begins to ring. He pulls away to see who's calling, the words "Matty" can be seen on the screen with a completely unhinged picture of him.
"Tell him you're about to screw your fiancé" you say making him laugh deeply. He doesn't answer, instead continues to kiss you .
"I'm about to screw my fiancé" he says against your lips making you both laugh.
"That you are"
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