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blueicequeen19 · 9 months

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Charter Ch. 4

Warnings: mentions of drug use, jealousy, violence, jj being a tease, protected sex

I didn’t know who this woman was just by looking at her but the moment she opened her mouth and JJ went rigid, I knew she was his ex. I could tell just by looking at her that there was a reason JJ was a single parent and most likely had full custody. She looked rough. Her clothes were dirty and barely fit her, her hair was matted and unwashed, her eyes red and glassy. The red marks on her arms told me all I needed to know and my heart broke for him. And Summer.

“I’m not doing this with you, Chelsea. Leave.” JJ barked, the tension radiating off him. I’d never seen him so angry. Chelsea smirked, her red eyes shooting to me and formed to a scowl.

“You the slut riding his cock this week?” My own chest flared with anger but JJ waved her off.

“Stop it. She’s my employee. And I’ve got nothing else to say to you.” JJ moved to open his truck door but she blocked his path.

“I want to see my daughter.” She bit out. JJ leaned in, his lips pulling back in a snarl.

“She’s mine. So until you get a fucking lawyer, stay away from us. Stay away from my shop and stay away from my employees.” I couldn’t move or breathe as I watched their stand off.

“You took her away from her mother! What kind of father does that?!”

“One that loves her enough to protect her no matter who it fucking is. You almost killed her. Then you left her in the NICU and didn’t look back. I took care of her, I raised her, I paid off the medical bills, not you. Having sex doesn’t make you a fucking parent so get out of my face.” JJ yanked his truck door open, shooting me an apologetic look as she stumbled to the side with a scoff.

I turned away, having heard enough, and jumped into my own car. His ex continued to yell and scream profanities even after we drove away.

JJ had barely said two words the whole next shift. I could tell that a storm was brewing and that he was stressed. He was no shittier than normal yet I knew it wasn't directed at me. The guy had a lot on his plate and an ex he clearly wanted nothing to do with so I left him to his thoughts while we worked. I felt the need to apologize for pushing and complicating matters further but he'd disappeared to the back with empty boxes.

"Hey Y/N, long time no see." My heart sank as I looked up from my catalog to see Jared, the Kook I'd been hooking up with before JJ. The one I ghosted.

"Hey, how are ya?" I forced a smile, hoping JJ stayed in the back awhile longer.

"I'm good. How are you? I've called and texted a few times but you never answered me.

"Yea, I, uh--."

"Are you seeing someone?"

"Well, not really but--."

"Y/N." We both looked to JJ who now stood with his arms crossed at the register. His eyes didn't hide their distaste for the guy in front of me. Jared only smirked, his gaze letting JJ know that he felt the same way. "Y/N, it's closing time. Lock up." JJ said, dismissing Jared with another shitty look before taking the cash drawer and disappearing in the back.

"Guess I'm not buying anything." Jared chuckled, leaning across the counter on his elbows.

"Yea." I chuckled humorlessly as I rounded the counter and moved to the door. Jared followed, his eyes no doubt checking me out. I moved to let him exit when his hand splayed across my lower back, pulling me towards him.

"Jared." I pushed at his chest, taking a step back with a sigh. His hands fell but he didn't step away, his eyes dark.

"We had fun didn't we? Why did you ghost me?"

"Jared, please go. I'm at work. This is not the place." I waved my hand at the door but he didn't budge.

"When is the place? You never answer me when I call or text. You deleted me off social media. How else am I supposed to talk to you?" Jared stepped towards me again, his glare predatory as he sized me up.

"I'm not--." I pushed against his chest but he took it as an invitation, pulling me closer by my hips and making me feel how hard he was. My stomach twisted in a knot, my lips pulling back in a snarl.

"Do you still have your nipples pierced? I always liked looking at them when you rode me." Jared murmured in a low, sultry voice that sent alarm bells off in my head.

"Remove yourself from my shop before I do it for you." I jumped back at the sound of JJ's voice, Jared barely lowering his hands and stepping back to look at JJ.

"Your shop? Like a fucking Pogue like you could actually own anything." Ugh. I suddenly remembered why I hated Jared outside the bedroom.

"My name is on the fucking sign, dipshit."

"Yea I've heard about you. The druggies son who's also a liar and a thief." Jared turned to me, "Be careful with this one, he'll steal your shit if it's not bolted to the floor."

"Jared, fucking leave."

"Is it him you're fucking? Had to resort to Pogue dick?" JJ stepped forward and Jared smiled, puffing out his chest as he grinned sadistically at JJ.

"I won't tell you again. Get out." JJ warned, his blue eyes blazing. Jared leaned in, his eyes finding mine.

"She still got that tattoo on her spine? I always did like running my tongue up it or covering it in cum." JJ moved fast, his hand wrapping around Jared's throat, his other fisting his shirt as he all but hauled him from the shop. I moved to race after him but he shoved him down on the dock with a snarl.

"Don't come back." JJ warned, turning on his heel as Jared coughed and laughed on the ground, his face beat red. I stepped back inside as JJ appeared in the door, locking it behind him and leveling me with a dangerous glare. I didn't know what to say as we looked at each other, his body shaking with rage.

"He doesn't come back in this shop. Ever." JJ finally bit out, his nostrils flared. I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"If I see him so much as look at you again I'll--." JJ trailed off, clamping his mouth shut like he's said too much. He takes a deep breath before speaking again, "So you fuck Kooks, huh?" The anger zaps through me again and I scoff, taking a step back from him.

"Oh, shut up. You're technically Kook now." I spat and he lunges, making me squeal as he throws me over his shoulder and walks to the back.

"I'm not a fucking Kook." JJ growls, slapping my ass hard as he rounds the corner and sits me on the workbench. I shove my hair from my face, panting as I glare up at him.

"What's your problem? I didn't do anything. I didn't bring him here." I move to slide off the workbench but he's suddenly there, shoving my legs apart and positioning himself there, caging me in.

"No, you never do, do you? You only get inside my fucking head and my fucking bed and tear me up inside but sure, you didn't do anything. Then you let that motherfucker put his hands on you and look at you like he's been inside you and--." I shove at his chest.

"You have a child. You don't get to act jealous. We aren't exclusive. You made that very fucking clear from the beginning. I can't help if guys want to come crawling back for more."

"Who can blame them? This pussy is so fucking good I'm surprised you don't have wedding proposals waiting."

"Maybe I do." My chest heaved with every word while my body burned and ached for him. The way he looked at me like he wanted to eat me alive had me buzzing with need. And wet. So fucking wet.

"I thought fucking you would get you out of my system." JJ bites out, leaning in so close I think he's going to kiss me. My heart skips a beat, my stomach filling with butterflies as his hands rest on top of my thighs at the edge of my shorts. He’s so close to touching me where I need..

“But it only made it worse.” JJ whispers, licking his lips and I nearly moan, needing his mouth on me.

“I want you. Not just here. I want you in a fucking bed. I want to lay down and eat your pussy until you cry. Until you’re ripping my hair out. Then I want to flip you over onto your stomach and fuck you until you cum so hard you forget the name of every guy that’s ever been inside you before me.” I lean in to kiss him but he pulls back an inch, a cocky smirk on his lips.

“I want you in my truck. On the beach. In the shower. At the fucking movies. On the side of the road. On the floor.” I couldn’t breathe. My core was pulsing in sync with my heartbeat. My panties were soaked. I was so empty and begging to be filled by him. There was a roaring in my ears.

“What’s wrong? You turned on? You want more?” JJ taunts.

“Stop teasing me.”

“Maybe now you feel a fraction of what I feel when I’m around you.” His lips finally meet mine and everything in me comes alive.

It’s not until he’s taken me on every surface in the back do we finally break apart, flushed and panting. I finally got him completely naked and it’s a beautiful sight as he stands there catching his breath, blonde hair stuck to his forehead and his lips wet with.. me.

“Stop looking at me like that or I’ll get hard again.” JJ smirks, letting his eyes trail over me in the same suggestive way. I chuckle, slowly pulling on my clothes even as my body protests with every ache and sore muscle I feel.

“I guess we both have crazy exs we’d rather forget.” I say, pulling my shirt on over my head as he starts to get dressed. JJ only nods, scooping up the condom wrapper off the floor and tossing it in the trash as he gets dressed.

“You know I have an IUD, right? You don’t have to wear those if you don’t want to.” My cheeks heat just thinking about his cum inside me.

“Yea a girl telling me she was on birth control is how I got into this mess.” JJ huffs sarcastically, buttoning his shorts. I can’t help the shot in the gut I feel as I wince at his words. I shake it off, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Not every girl you sleep with is going to turn out like your ex but I’m sure if you reach up in there far enough you can feel it and check for yourself.” I try to shove past him but JJ catches my arm, pinning my back against the wall. He’s smirking and I hate him.

“I’ve been in your guts plenty of times and I’ve never felt anything but I’ll take your word for it.” He breathes, letting his gaze fall to my lips. God, I hate him.

“Whatever.” I mumble, yanking my hand free of his grasp and pushing him away. JJ smirks, caging me in again and bringing his lips to my ear. If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to be ready for round two.

“Trust me, there’s nothing I want more than to feel you bare.” JJ whispers, his lips brushing the spot below my ear. “But I have a bit of a breeding kink so for now, I have to wear condoms. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you have it raw.” I grit my teeth, my pussy pulsing in response. He was fucking baiting me again. JJ pulled back with a smirk, pecking me on the lips and sauntering to the alarm panel to finish closing.

Suddenly I wanted nothing more than I feel him raw and that terrified me.

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mypimpademia · 10 months

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— The Teacher pt. 3 (final)

Single dad! Gojo x Fem! Preschool teacher! Reader

Synopsis: Gojo is yet to make a decision on where your relationship will go. But after a long time of thinking, and a conversation with Megumi, he comes to a conclusion

TW: None

Note: Click/tap here for part 1! Or Click/tap here for part 2! Tysm for all the love y’all have been giving these, this was not at all meant to be a series but I’m glad y’all are enjoying it (I am too dw)😭💀. This is the last part of the series, thank you again!

⇶ After your date, you were scared about where things between you and Satoru would go

⇶ It wasn’t the date itself that made you question, far from it. The date went great, or at least you thought so

⇶ But you had so many anxious thoughts, all of the worst case scenarios running through your head, and every “what if” scenario imaginable

⇶ But thankfully, all of your worries were quickly washed away, and you instead started questioning why you even had them in the first place

⇶ After putting Megumi to bed, Satoru called you in hopes that you were still awake

⇶ You answered fast, and your sweet voice came through the phone as you said hello

⇶ He thanked you again for coming out with him, and you of course thanked him for the date

⇶ You began grading papers since you were already up when you were supposed to be sleeping, and stayed on the phone with Satoru while you did so

⇶ He watched tv, randomly telling you about random funny things that happened in a scene, and you’d tell him about funny answers your students put on their papers

⇶ You eventually lost track of time, and you didn’t know how long you’d been on the phone with him, but you felt like a giddy teenager talking to her crush

⇶ The call went on into late hours of the night, so late that you were both in and out of sleep mid conversation, but denied it anytime the other said something about it

⇶ Satoru completely succumbed to sleep over time, and you hung up to get some sleep yourself

⇶ After that, Satoru would call, or at least text, you multiple times a day

⇶ He’d text good morning, and call if you happened to be up as early as him, text you when he knew it was your lunch break, call you when he knew you were getting home from work, and call you to say good night

⇶ You were a normal part of each other’s routine, and a lot of times you’d text him during class about something Megumi did, but for the most part you talked about anything with each other

⇶ Satoru even talked a little bit about work and complained about his “boss” and ppl he worked with

⇶ You grew to not care so much about what he did for a living and more things about him that were still unknown to you

⇶ It felt odd to not care at first, because most people would

⇶ Because what if he was seeing other women? A killer? Loving a double life?

⇶ But after growing closer to him, you could feel how genuine he was, and let yourself enjoy the relationship for what it was instead of worrying or prying

⇶ Besides, the mystery was alluring, and he just seemed like someone who doesn’t like to throw out too much information about himself. So you pushed no further and decided that he’d tell you when he was ready

⇶ Weeks passed, and you were going over to Satoru’s for dinner at least once a week, and he’d take you out for a date every once in awhile

⇶ You even went out to dinner with Megumi a few times, and felt like a little family doing so. Even getting comments like ‘You’re such a cute family!’

⇶ You and Satoru always brushed them off, just chuckling and muttering ‘thanks’, but never once denying it

⇶ On one of your dates, he finally asked you to officially be his girlfriend, sputtering and blushing as he tried to cover his tracks with a joke when he felt embarrassed, before you cut him off and told him that you’d love to

⇶ After that, Satoru began entrusting you with watching Megumi, (not that he didn’t before especially considering that you’re his teacher) and when he got too caught up with work he’d ask you to come over an watch Megumi

⇶ You and little Meg would always have fun together, playing video games, action figures, playing outside, drawing, etc. and sometimes you’d take him out to get ice cream or toy shopping if he kept it a secret from Satoru

⇶ One day, Satoru came home a bit later than he had anticipated, and saw both you and Megumi passed out on the couch, cartoons playing on the tv

⇶ Megumi was already dressed up in his pajamas, so Satoru carried him up to his room and put him in bed

⇶ When he came back down stairs, he gently woke you up and offered you to stay since it was so late and he didn’t want you driving back home when you were so exhausted

⇶ You were telling him no, as you always do when he makes such offers, but it was hard to keep up your argument between yawns and going in and out of sleep

⇶ He led you upstairs to his room, where he let you shower and laid out clothes and toiletries for you

⇶ By the time you finished showering and got dressed, you were still tired, but more than awake enough to realize that you were in the main bedroom of the house

⇶ His bedroom.

“Satoru,” you called out as you emerged from the bathroom, steam rolling out from behind you.

You heard footsteps grow louder and louder until Satoru finally got to the room, cautiously opening the door.

“Y/n? Did you call for me? Is everything okay?” He asked, concern lacing his voice.

“Why’d you put me in this room?” You asked him, eyebrow raised as you gestured to the large room.

“What? You don’t like it?” Satoru mused. “The guest rooms are kinda bare, didn’t want you staying in there.”

You kissed your teeth. The gesture was sweet, but you found yourself oddly annoyed at the fact that he so casually disregarded himself.

“And you’re sleeping in the guest room instead of your own room? In your own house?” Satoru shrugged, causing you to sigh. “We’re swapping.”

He gave you a puzzled, yet amused, look. Satoru didn’t expect this type of reaction from you, but he supposed that this type of attitude came from taking care of others for a living.

“Mm, not happening,” he chuckled, making you kiss your teeth again.

“Then we can share.”

Satoru was taken aback. You were just full of surprises, weren’t you?

“Will that get you to stop pouting, baby?” He teased in a mocking baby voice, face inches from yours.

You rolled your eyes, but smiled, so he took it as a yes, kissing your cheek.

“S’good you made me come back here anyways, I forgot my toothbrush,” he said, disappearing into the bathroom.

Realizing you need to brush your teeth as well, you followed behind the tall man.

You unboxed the spare toothbrush he gave to you, applied the toothpaste, and began brushing your teeth along side Satoru.

Looking at him through the mirror, you were able to fully observe him.

His hair was slightly wet from him shower, with a few pieces clinging to his forehead. He wasn’t wearing his sunglasses, and you could see just how long his powdery white lashes really were. To top it off, he had no shirt on with grey sweatpants hanging low on his waist.

You were mesmerized. You couldn’t even believe one man could look so good, you felt like you were staring at a marble statue.

Completely entranced, you didn’t even realize you were gawking at him until toothpaste began dripping down your chin and onto his shirt. Satoru stifled a laugh, leaning down to spit into the sink.

“See somethin’ you like?” He snickered, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You rolled your eyes, laughing as you spat into the sink and wiped off your chin.

After finishing up in the bathroom, you both finally crawled into bed together.

“Good night,” Satoru chimed, reaching over to turn off his bedside lamp.

“Night.”

⇶ Despite being so tired, neither of you could sleep due to how nervous the presence of the other made you feel

⇶ You both silently tossed and turned before you ended up facing each other

⇶ The room had no lights, except for a window that directly faced the moon, allowing for enough illumination to make out the outline of each others faces

⇶ Satoru silently looked all over your face, almost like he was trying to engrave your features into his memories

⇶ Suddenly you felt something cold touch your leg, making you jump and jerk your foot away

⇶ You heard Satoru laugh, smushing his face into his pillow

“My feet are cold,” he pouted.

“Mine too.”

⇶ You put your own foot against his leg, and he immediately hissed and pulled back from you

⇶ You laughed at him, but were interrupted when he suddenly grabbed hold of your extended leg, pulling your towards him

⇶ You gasped at the action, and he gently placed your leg over his body, then wrapped his toned arms around you

“I’m really cold.” He whispered, minty breath fanning against your face.

⇶ Pressing yourself against his bare chest and snaking your arms around him, he was cold to the touch

⇶ You gave him a gentle kiss, already feeling him warm up as you both fell asleep

⇶ That morning, you were woken up by Satoru stirring and the sound of little slapping noises

⇶ Megumi had woken up before the both of you, and was now waking up Satoru by clobbering him with tiny fists as he repeated ‘I’m hungry’ over and over

⇶ Satoru let out a dragged out groan, making the boy hit him even harder, but not at all fazing the man

⇶ Eventually, he did get up, taking Megumi downstairs over his shoulder

“What d’you want for breakfast Gumi?”

“Pancakes,” Megumi huffed, hauling himself onto the chair.

“Pancakes it is,” Satoru complied, taking out the box mix from the pantry, and quickly scanning over the ingredients list before grabbing what he needed.

Megumi was silent for a majority of the time, still in the process of waking up as his kept his cheek against the cool marble counter.

He was never a morning person, but he was still much too quiet. Satoru knew him better than anyone, and knew that he had something on his mind.

“What’re you thinking about?” Satoru asked, pouring batter into the buttered pan.

Megumi raised his head up, brow’s knitted together and eyes narrowed in deep thought. He stayed quiet for awhile, hesitant to speak his mind.

“Is Ms. L/n my mom yet?”

Satoru wasn’t fully surprised by the question, but the tone of Megumi’s voice sent a pant through his chest. Megumi wasn’t at all a needy or spoiled child, and he rarely ever asked for much. But Satoru could tell this was something he wanted deeply.

Even though he took care of Megumi like a father would, he made a point from the start to at least let him know he was adopted, but was loved like blood. Satoru couldn’t imagine the flurry of emotions the young boy must feel finally having a mother figure, and not just a woman that came and went like Satoru’s previous affairs.

“Is that what you want?” Satoru asked him, flipping the pancake over. Truthfully, his answer could make or break where his relationship with you would go.

On top of him not being needy, Megumi wasn’t an emotional child. He hardly cried or even threw tantrums. The most emotion he’d show, other than being happy, were nervousness and frustration.

“Is that what you want?” Megumi shrugged, slumping back in his seat, avoiding eye contact.

He could be such a mini adult, never fully allowing himself to be taken care of like a child should. That’s a big reason Satoru thought you’d be so good for Megumi, you brought the kid out of him and nurtured him in ways that Satoru simply couldn’t.

Transferring the pancake from the stove to a plate, Satoru slid Megumi his breakfast. He hummed as he did so, still waiting for a proper answer and not a repeat of his question.

“Yes…” Megumi mumbled, taking the plate and grabbing the syrup bottle.

“Yes, what?” Satoru pushed, making the boy glare at him with dark eyes.

“Yes, that’s what I want,” He snapped, cheeks growing pink and slamming the syrup bottle back down.

“Me too, Megs.”

⇶ Just a minute later, you came into the kitchen, gently rubbing Megumi’s head as you walked by him, and kissing Satoru’s cheek while wrapping your arms around his waist

⇶ You apologized for not coming down with them, and said that you were really tired a just needed a few extra minutes

⇶ Satoru assured you it was fine and told you to eat, having already set aside a plate of food for you

⇶ He joined you and Megumi shortly after, and you all ate while telling one another about the dreams you had last night

⇶ All of a sudden, Satoru perked up, remembering something

⇶ He told Megumi to go get “the drawing” from his room to show it to you

⇶ Megumi looked puzzled, cheeks stuffed with pancakes as he looked up, attempting to remember

⇶ When he finally did, he let out a growl and gave a look that could kill to Satoru who simply laughed

⇶ He bartered with him, saying he could have another pancake if showed it to me

⇶ You watched the ordeal in amusement, and after giving it some thought, Megumi begrudgingly climbed down from his chair, going to his room while grumbling under his breath

⇶ After a minute, Megumi came back down, still looking annoyed but with a mixture of embarrassment this time

⇶ The paper was hidden behind his back, and he made you promise to not make fun of him if he showed you

⇶ After a verbal promise and a pinky link later, Megumi handed over the paper, flipped over as he mouthed ‘you’re annoying’ to Satoru, you only snickered at him

⇶ Flipping the paper over, the picture on it made your heart melt

⇶ There was a dandelion yellow sun in the corner, light green grass with a few multicolored flowers

⇶ But what caught your attention was the three stick figures on the page

⇶ The tallest was on the far left, outlined hair sticking up to represent white locks of hair, labeled ‘Dad’

⇶ The smallest was in the middle, scribbles of black crayon to show black hair, labeled ‘Me’

⇶ And the last, mid sized one, had your hair color, sloppily drawn into your usual styled, labeled ‘Mom’

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webslingingslasher · 4 months

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hiii, could you please write a peter fic based on you are in love by taylor swift??

*cleaning out my inbox*

‘One look, dark room. Meant just for you, time moved too fast, you play it back.’

Your eyes danced across the room until you found Peter’s, he was on the opposite wall but connected eyesight when you did. Neither of you blinked or tilted your head, just a single glance and you both knew what it meant.

Peter politely ended his conversation and you wrapped up yours, there wasn’t a reason to look back for him. You met him at the front door, it took you back to the first night you met. A party a friend threw, he was a friend of a friend and wasn’t even supposed to be there, but fate aligned.

You locked eyes with him across the kitchen, it was instant, you both moved in tandem until you met in the middle and talked for hours.

This time, he’s your boyfriend.

“Ready?”

“God, yes.”

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‘Buttons on a coat, light hearted joke. No proof, not much. But you saw enough.’

You hadn’t expected much, he had seemed nice but so had every other guy you tried to date. It always started with them as prince charming but then after a few dates you realized why you were single.

Until the sixth date with Peter, you keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. But it doesn’t seem like it will, what started as a lunch date bled into the evening, currently sitting on the green of central park looking over the playground.

You smile and banter back and forth with Peter, you don't remember the last time conversation flowed so easily between you and a suitable dater.

The air started to drop with the threat of fall approaching, you hadn’t planned to spend the evening talking with Peter in the outside air but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop, everything new you learned about him made admiration blossom in your chest.

You’re shivering but haven’t noticed, Peter had.

While you’re in the middle of explaining your favorite book plot he drapes his jacket over your shoulders, it makes you stop talking. The warm wool eloped your shoulders, you were about to ask but he stopped you.

“I need you to stop chattering your teeth if I want to hear how this ends.”

You feel warmth hit your cheeks but you shake your head softly and pick up where you paused.

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‘Small talk, he drives. Coffee at midnight.’

“I’m going to fail this test and then I’m going to fail the course and then I’ll have to drop out.” You sigh heavily and frown at your laptop, “there’s no other option.”

Peter’s trying to think of something quick, he only has one idea.

“I can think of another,” you peer at him and find yourself being tugged up by his outstretched hand, following him without another question. You watch Peter move around the kitchen, his task revealed quickly.

“It’s midnight! You should go to bed and leave me to suffer on your futon.” Peter has none of it, spooning coffee grounds into his french press. You complimented it the first time he made you breakfast the morning after, he told you it was less about being fancy and more about being poor.

There’s been more and more of those lately. You wouldn’t change it for a thing.

“I’m craving coffee, that’s all.” You know him enough to know he doesn’t really like coffee, but struggles through a cup just so you don’t feel guilty about him making only you a cup.

“I think you’re lying about that. I actually think you lie about liking coffee.” He’s been caught, the look on his face says it all. He’s amused, he likes that you’re figuring him out as much as he is you. “I like that it gives me something to do for you.”

You bite back a smile, you haven’t felt this good in awhile.

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‘You keep his shirt, he keeps his word. And for once, you let go. Of your fears and your ghosts.’

“Good morning.” You wash your eyes over his skin, you’re so thankful for last night you ignore his greeting to move around his kitchen counter for a kiss. Peter’s hands scrunch the fabric of his shirt over your waist, “nice pajamas, are they exclusive?”

You nod and give a chaste kiss, “designer exclusive. They came from this super hot guy I’ve been seeing.”

Not talking, not hooking up, not friends. Seeing. You can’t remember the last time you’ve said that, or the last time they were spoken proudly. Peter’s eyebrows raise, “you’ve been seeing someone? Do I need to fight him?”

You can sense it before it happens, your hands clutch his over your hips. “I’m not wearing underwear!” Peter gives you a funny look, you squeal when you’re picked up and set down, your feet lightly kicking cabinets.

“Good thing the guy you’ve been seeing doesn’t mind.” You lick your bottom lip, last night wasn’t enough, you need his morning too. “Then I’m sure he wouldn’t mind giving me a kiss.” Your knees push open when he rests between them, you lean up into his mouth, and gasp when his hand pushes up your thigh.

Slow kisses, he presses into you. A hum pulls from the back of your throat when his trailing hand finds-

“Fuck. Peter, the toast is burning!”

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‘You kiss on sidewalks. You fight, then you talk.’

Peter pulls you closer, you think it’s less about safety and more about keeping you next to him. You wonder if he still thinks about last week, you still do. You couldn’t admit the truth, the whole reason you pushed him out.

But you can now, and it’s at the tip of your tongue and you can’t hold it in any longer.

“It scares me how much I like you.” Quiet. You assume he didn’t hear you, it’d be the only reason he didn’t respond. You almost say it again but that much admission scared you. A kiss to your forehead. “It doesn’t scare me.”

“It doesn’t?” Not even when you pushed him away? Not even when you shut down? Not even when-

“Not even a little.”

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‘You can hear it in the silence.’

A bowl pushed into your hands, you’ve refused to speak to Peter for three hours and he doesn’t mind one bit. But he still made you dinner.

‘You can feel it on the way home.’

A dozen kisses, “let me know the second you’re home, okay?” And you felt each one on the way.

‘You can see it with the lights out.’

It’s the middle of the night and you’re tugged into Peter’s chest after a slight rumble from the sky. You said once that you were scared of thunder as a kid, but he’s taking no chances and letting you know he’s there and you’re safe.

‘You are in love. True love.’

#peter parker blurb #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #tasm!peter x reader #my writing

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drgstrcowboi · 10 months

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Darry x Fem!reader. They go out on a nice date but Y/n is wearing smth a lil revealing...maybe a little spice in there, but I understand if you don't want to write that 😅

i love this idea! thank you for the request!!

i have limited experience/comfort with writing spicier things, but i gave it a go. i'd say it's more a fluffy/suggestive vibe than spicy. i added in some little details about red lipstick, lol. i hope you like it <3

staring respectfully

even a perfect gentleman can be tempted

DarryxFem!reader. wc: 1523. flirty and suggestive date night between established partners. no real content warnings.

“Aaannndd, perfect!” you said to yourself as you finished lining your top lip with red lipstick.

You had just enough time to adjust your dress and give the mirror a final look before Darry was supposed to pick you up. He said he’d be there at 7:30 sharp. And you knew it would be exactly 7:30 sharp because he’s never late, especially to pick you up for a date night.

“Keys, wallet, lipstick” you run through the list of items to throw in your purse before the doorbell interrupts you. 7:29pm, of course, he’s running early because he’s excited.

Regular date nights are not so regular with you and Darry, mostly because he works all the time and money…well it’s not exactly unlimited. But when you two do get the chance to go out, it’s really special. Or as special as it can be on the east side of Tulsa. You guys have a favorite spot, a little diner, that’s more than the Tastee Freez but not exactly the ritz. It didn’t matter though because Darry could make you feel special anywhere.

“Coming!” you call down the hall, hoping he’ll hear you as you slip on a pair of black heels and start walking.

You paused before opening the door, just for a moment. You wanted to collect yourself and look a little more poised before Darry saw you. What he didn’t yet know is that you’d gone out of your way to doll up for this date night. It’d been a few weeks since you were able to go out and you’d both been flat broke around his birthday, so you wanted to make it special now that there was the time and money for a night out. New dress, new shoes, new lipstick.

Red. Wine red lipstick. Nothing too flashy, but it would definitely catch his eye.

“Hey, Y/N—oh shit!” Darry exclaimed as you opened the door, “pardon my french, sweetheart, I’m sorry.”

Slam dunk, hole in one, mission accomplished. In the first two seconds, you knew he loved it.

“Is everything alright?” you asked him in a giggly tone. He took a few steps back to let you fully out of the door and turn around to lock it behind you.

“Oh, most definitely,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist as you twisted the key in the lock.

“Well you looked like you’d seen a ghost there for a second," you teased him.

“I just—you look amazing, it took me by surprise…not that you don’t always look amazing, it’s just—is that a new dress?” he stammered.

“Tripping over your words tonight, Curtis?” you teased again as you turned around in his arms, “yes, it’s a new dress. I wanted tonight to be special since, you know, it’s been awhile since we’ve been out.”

“Well…I…yeah, let’s go out then,” he replied, gesturing towards the truck without taking his eyes off you.

All the way to the car you could feel him watching you. He was normally so put together and sure-spoken. You’d definitely taken Darryl Curtis Jr. by surprise tonight and he was not going to waste a single moment’s opportunity to take it all in.

Ever the perfect gentleman, he opened the truck’s passenger door and helped you climb in. You were sure-footed in heels, but he always helped you up into the truck no matter what you’re wearing. Once you were seated, you could immediately tell that he’d put in his own kind of effort for the evening. The truck was freshly cleaned, tools taken out of the bed, seats even looked vacuumed. Soda and Steve must have done him a solid at the DX before he came over.

That’s not to say his appearance was underwhelming in the slightest. As he started the engine, you admired the curve of his biceps peeking out from the sleeves of a freshly-ironed muscle tee. He was wearing his good jeans, the dark denim that fit him like a glove and had no holes. The best part, though: that one front curl of his greased dark hair fell effortlessly tousled along the middle of his forehead. It always looked, to you at least, like a special flair that someone put on a signature. Anyone could sign the name Darryl Curtis Jr., but could anyone else do that with such perfection? Probably not.

“Is that new lipstick too?” Darry asked you as he pulled up to a stoplight. He took his eyes off the road and fully took in your face, appreciating it the way he always does but with a glimmer in eye that made you feel like his whole world and then some.

“Yeah,” you replied, “I heard you tell the guys last week that you like red lipstick and I didn’t have any so I picked some up.”

He replied with a deep sigh and a playful smile as the truck lurched forward at the green light. Darry’s always a careful driver, but you could tell it was hard for him to focus on the rules of the road at the moment.

“So you’re eavesdropping on the gang’s locker room talk, huh?” Darry teased.

“It’s hardly eavesdropping when you’re all scream-talking in the living room and I’m six feet away in the kitchen,” you pointed out, “besides, aren’t you glad I overheard you say that?”

“Very glad,” he said as he put the truck in park down the street from the diner. He raised a gentle hand to your cheek, pulling you in for a soft kiss before getting out.

You got seated in the diner at your favorite booth, the one you and Darry always shared. Your red lips almost matched the color of the leather seats, like a picture in a magazine staged for perfection. Normally, he’s the type of guy who likes to sit next to his date on the same side of the booth, sling an around your shoulder, that kind of thing. But tonight he sat across from you, probably because the view was better.

“You two coming from some big party?” the waitress who always served you guys asked as she approached the table.

“You’re dressed to the nines tonight!” she added, turning to you.

“Oh no, ma’am,” Darry replied for you, “just taking my favorite girl out tonight.”

“Special occasion then?” the waitress asked in a playful tone.

“It’s always a special occasion with Y/N.” Darry said, making you blush a little.

He said it with a loving smile, never taking his eyes off you as he spoke to the waitress. If you’d have been on a date with any other man, any less respectful and upstanding man, the look he was giving you right now would have already escalated into a speedy trip to a private location. But not Darry. He wanted you, that was obvious, but he still had his morals.

“You’re doing a lot of talking with your eyes tonight,” you said to Darry after you’d both placed your orders and the waitress was safely out of earshot.

He cleared his throat and learned forward, extending his long arms across the table with hands outstretched and reaching for your own, “I could say the same about you. That dress is practically screaming at me.”

“Screaming what at you?” you giggled.

“I think you know,” he replied with a wink.

“Well,” you cocked your head to the side with a playful grin, “I think you should clarify because I was always taught that staring is rude.”

“Y/N,” he said slowly in a low tone, “I’m staring respectfully.”

“Oh what a perfect gentleman!” you teased.

“Even a perfect gentleman can be tempted,” he replied, “especially with a dress like that.”

The flirtation continued to escalate as the waitress came back with your food. Nothing special, but you were surprised that Darry ordered a beer. He doesn’t normally do that unless he’s nervous or…well, really wants to make sure he has a good time.

Once the dishes were cleared and the check paid, you two headed out of the dinner and into the fading Tulsa evening. Even the east side of the city could be charming at night, with the neon signs and other couples walking around, probably out for date night too. The Circle Cinema sign caught your eye as you walked hand in hand down the street.

“Maybe we could catch a movie,” you suggested, pointing at the marquee. The truck was in eyesight now, and his gaze darted from your face to the outline of its fender and back to you.

“Definitely not, darlin’” Darry replied, “we’re going home.”

“Why’s that?” you asked, “it’s still early, the night’s still young!”

“We’re going home,” he repeated, stopping and placing his two strong, calloused hands on your exposed shoulders, “because I’m tired of just staring respectfully at this dress.”

You giggled and grabbed his hand as you started walking again, “Respectfully, Curtis, I think I know what you mean.”

“Then get in this truck,” he said as he opened the door for you, “so we can go somewhere and get a little less respectful.”

#the outsiders #darry curtis #darrel curtis #the outsiders darry #darry x reader #darry curtis imagine #darry curtis x reader #darry is a gentleman #i feel like that's basically canon #i wrote some words #the outsiders fanfiction #drgstrcowboi

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ceruleancattail · 6 months

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a coffin unlocks and cater's breath hitches. something in his soul stirs at the appearance of an unknown soul, a soul that didn't belong in their world, in the coffin. purple and black hair made his eyes water with happiness. at last, he had found her! the woman haunting his dreams, the woman of his dreams, the woman he would die and kill for-

his breath hitches again, but this time accompanied by the fisting of his hands. his dorm leader, the stern and strict riddle rosehearts, seemed to be the one she holds dear in her heart, judging by the way her eyes flutter.

no, no, no! this can't be!

she had held his hand! she had chosen him! not the stupid, idiotic dorm leader!

she would be his-

"cater?" trey's concerned voice breaks cater out of his stupor. "are you alright?"

emerald eyes glue themselve onto riddle. they painted an invisible mark on his back. a new target.

melody striker would be his.

"i'm fine, trey!! don't worry!" cater grin at his friend. "everything will be alright! soon..."

OMG HEY CERU!!! CONGRATS ON 200 FICS!!! here is my mini drabble and submission for your latest event! seeing your event honestly makes me want to go back to writing yandere again hehe

may i request cater x my twst oc, melody striker? in this case, melody was supposed to take cater's hand in the beginning, only to switch to riddle last minute. can you make cater incredibly jealous and angry, seeing melody and riddle bond all the time in nrc? thank you!!

don't forget to rest and stay hydrated!!!

hugs and kisses, siren xoxo

Hi hi Siren! I’m not writing for Original Characters for this event, so I hope you don’t mind I turned this into an x reader instead!

I’m so sorry, I forgot to specify this in the event post.

I loved your Drabble!!! The actual chills, nice. If you do write something yandere, I’m going to devour it FR fr 🫶

Sentience presents:

Remember

Self Aware Cater x reader

Tw:Yandere

There’s an itch in Cater’s fingers.

Burying itself deep within his skin,sinking its fangs into every inch of skin it could reach. It spreads with every second, never content where it was. The itch was always there, an irrational irritation that seemed determined to gnaw away at his sanity.

Cater tries his best to shove that prickling feeling to the back of his mind. Pursing his lips, forcing a cheerful smile onto his face. He’s learnt to do that well. Concealing every single thing behind a jovial grin, bobbing his head along like a little bobble-head toy.

Although Cater does feel that mask slips ever so slightly when he see you.

Hell, you’ve ripped it off entirely the day you fell through that great old mirror. Reaching out for him, voice ever so earnestly calling out his name. It’s been awhile since Cater saw a face so honest, eyes shining with surprise and… happiness.

As if you saw him as who he was. Behind all the facades, behind all the filters and likes. You saw him as Cater Diamond, and you still wanted him.

For the first time in awhile, Cater’s smile was genuine. He leapt up, grabbing your hand in one fluid motion. Yanking you through those murky depths, laughing wildly all the time.

The curves of both of your hands slid right next to each other, clicking into place like two pieces of a jigsaw. He could feel your pulse, a flustered little beat against his. Adorable, truly.

Cater could listen to your heart beat for hours and never get bored. How could he? With the way it skipped and leapt under his touch, a delicate melody of you. Cater knows every beat by heart, even though it’s been awhile since he had the pleasure of hearing it.

Your hands reach for another, now. Fingers running through locks of scarlet, mirroring the red blooming onto both of your cheeks. You’ve opted to spend a little more time with the Heartsabyul Housewarden nowadays.

Cater sees both of you whenever he returns to the dorms.

He sees it all.

The way you two brush shoulders, your head leaning into the crook of Riddle’s neck. The flustered apologies, followed the embarrassed laughs, a rosy pink spreading onto both of your faces. The gentle intertwining of fingers, little kisses shared underneath the rose bushes. The way you smile at Riddle… it was new, for Cater.

The itch gets worse those days. Raw, red and pulsing. Just like his heart, throbbing madly within his chest. A wild beast, driven mad with outrage. It’s all he can do to stay silent, forcing himself still.

Even then, the envy claws at his mind. It’s unbearable, consuming his every waking thought. The itch just grows worse, the more he sees you with Riddle. Sometimes, he gives in to it. Scratching at his arms until they’re red and raw. Just like his heart beating in his chest. Beating just for you.

It’s a bit unfair for you to lavish such time and attention on someone else, isn’t it? After all, you chose him first.

You’re his, as much as he is yours.

Cater supposes it’s time to make you remember that.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #cater #cater x reader #yandere cater diamond #yandere cater diamond x reader #yandere cater #yandere cater x reader #protection potion ♦️#sentience #self aware au

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moremaybank · 1 year

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LET ME LOVE YOU — s.h

pairing steve harrington x fem!reader

summary things between you and steve were simple yet complicated. you were in love with each other; there was no doubt about it. the only problem was that steve was ready to take the next step in your relationship, and you weren't.

warnings slight mentions of steve and reader having previously slept together, reader being afraid of establishing their relationship

author's note i honestly have no clue what this is, i found it in my drafts and thought i might as well post it since i haven't posted anything for steve in awhile. enjoy 🫶🏻

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“stop looking at me like that.”

“like what?”

“like you’ve seen me naked,” you say, giving steve a pointed look as you scold him.

“…but i have seen you naked,” he responds cheekily.

you roll your eyes. “steve,” you scold in a whisper, pulling him aside into the laundry room of your house. you shut the door, ensuring that the kids in the living room, distracted by a movie, wouldn’t overhear your conversation. “we’re supposed to be keeping this quiet.”

steve sighs, running a hand through his chestnut locks as he closes his eyes. “i know, i know. it’s just…it’s hard keeping the way i feel about you under wraps.”

“steve, we agreed,” you whine. “we agreed that we would keep this — us — quiet. and that’s hard to do when you’re looking at me like you’re going to pin me against a wall and have your way with me.”

steve steps closer to you as his hands find your waist. “but what if i wanted to?” he whispers. one of his hands slips toward the small of your back, pulling you flush against his front as he peers down at you. “because i really, really want to.” his hand trailed dangerously close to your butt, the tips of his fingers lingering above your tailbone.

“you’re impossible,” you huff, your own hands sliding up and finding a resting place on his chest. you fiddle with the fabric of his shirt as you look up at him through your plush lashes.

“just another thing to love about me,” he replies, the knowing grin on his face forcing one of your own onto your lips.

for weeks now, steve had been trying to gently coax you into confessing your love for him. not pressuring, but encouraging. you made him feel brave, and he wanted to give you that power in return. he wanted you to see that you were safe with him, that your heart was safe with him. that he could quell any doubt that dared to spring its way into your mind. but he also knew that it wasn’t that easy. not after your past relationship and everything that you’d been through.

what he could do, however, was show you that he’d be there despite your protestations and fear.

you let out a deep breath, your arms curling around the back of his neck. you looked up into his eyes, getting lost in the dreams they held in them. you knew you could see a life with steve. hell, you’ve known it for quite some time now, but you’d starred in this movie before, and you were heart-wrenchingly aware of how it ended. you’d jump into a relationship, your courage would be short-lived, and ultimately, you’d be left more broken than before you tried to pursue a future with steve.

and he’d hate you for it.

“steve, you know how i feel about you. i just…i’m not—”

“—you’re not ready. i know. i understand. but even if a single inch of you felt like you could do this, that we could do this, i want you to know that we could. and until then, I’m not going anywhere, alright?”

your gaze softens, and you let your hand graze his cheek, stroking it softly as you take in the gorgeous sight of him. “how on earth did you turn out so sweet?”

the corners of steve’s mouth tip up in a shy smile, “it’s easy to be sweet with you.”

“i promise you, i’m trying,” you whisper, looking down at your hands as they continue to fiddle with the hem of Steve’s shirt. “i’m trying to trust what we have.”

“hey, i know. i know you are. i don’t want you to worry. i’ll wait for you,” he says, his fingers drifting underneath the hem of your shirt. “frankly, i’d wait forever.”

you swear to god that you could tell him you love him right then and there. you almost do — if it wasn’t for dustin knocking on the door that separated you two from him.

“hey, lovebirds. movie’s over. i wanna go to the arcade so i can beat lucas’s tempest score.”

“in your dreams, henderson,” lucas remarks.

steve sighs softly, cupping your cheek as his eyes close. “okay. time to go back out there.” he tilts your face downward gently, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. he lingers for a moment, hesitating to end the moment between you two. still, eventually, he lets go. he exits the room, leaving you to collect your bearings.

the truth is, you don’t know how much longer you can go without being with steve the way your heart longs to be.

steve tag list (join here!): @skydisneylover @rafesdior @hemogloban @lyn07 @theesexystallion @dudenhaaa27

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fluff #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things headcanon #stranger things blurb #stranger things fluff #joe keery

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when worlds collide (pt.2)

[ in other words, the only female member of the biggest korean band in the world goes to formula 1 race in monaco with a friend; only to meet a certain ferrari driver. ]

pairing: charles leclerc x afab!oc/fc (reader is an idol)

note(s): this social media AU has its own race schedule that may not make sense but simply try to enjoy it. “Kim Soyeon” is face claimed by Soyeon from G-IDLE (recommend!). google translated Korean, French, and Italian. i tried my best to remember how certain aspects of the kpop mechanisms but it’s been awhile since I’ve in deep. also giving charles a good season so :)

—enjoy.

part one. part three.

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s0ye0nnn a week trip to austria 🇦🇹 with taetae. went to another grand prix but no tae :( but lovely sight to see how ferrari celebrates for P1 :)

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thv goal: photo trip

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s0ye0nnn 🙃

taehyung101 bro is shakespeare but photography

lilymhe so cool to meet you!! youre so ahh!

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scuderiaferrari Absolute pleasure having you with us—in our squad of winners 🏆 You must be a lucky charm, hahaa!

charles_leclerc The luckiest charm I have right now 🍀 Should we be expecting you for the next Grand Prix?

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s0ye0nnn too kind, but no :( i have….projects to work on, hahaa

thefourkimmies “I HAVE” SIR SIR SIR AND SOYEOON NN, PRKJECT????? OMFG IM FAin tting..

f1but16cl ….idk how to feel about this

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s0ye0nnn “PSYCHO” track AND music video is coming out in six weeks time, Thrusday. This is a single for the upcoming movie that your 🐻‍❄️ will be featured in, “Home of Dark Webs” (a Netflix original). Enjoy these stills and on set for the MV for now :)

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agustd hair is black or blonde?

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s0ye0nnn 임시 염료 🙂 (translation: temporary dye)

soyeonssloot hes asking the real question 😅

charles_leclerc I suppose this makes up not seeing you for the last two races and you not telling me why, haha! superbe 🤍 (translation: stunning)

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s0ye0nnn i’m glad 😆 but i watch dw :) p1 always….

↳ charles_leclerc Always my good charm. 🍀🤍

k.f1.pop wtf is going on.

cl164liverrr ayo ur on main, my boy

danielricciardo I guess not all good luck charms are sane then…

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s0ye0nnn i missed Singapore since our tours🇸🇬 was always a good time, this time no different. first grand prix back after missing three, sorry for “starving” you all of my outfits, haha! p.s thanks daniel for the company 😌

and threes weeks time like until “PSYCHO” is out ;)

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rkive 재킷? (jacket?)

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s0ye0nnn got hot -_-

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danielricciado Hey, free food and potential snippets? Count me in!

f0rmulaaa101 gtfo

s0yeonnnsloots im loving her Grand Prix “Formula 1” era rn 😗

charles_leclerc Very nice to see you in person again, my lucky charm 🤍

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s0ye0nnn p2, red 🤍

s0yeonnssloot shes flirting on main.

scuderiaferrari Such a great pleasure having you with us again, just make sure not get lost during our two week wait for the next Grand Prix! We’re expecting you, haha 🍀

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letsgossip_kpop [ Your admin 🧝‍♀️ is here TO BRING YOU THE GOSSIP ON THE STREET: Kim Soyeon of BTS and Charles Leclerc, Formula 1 driver for Ferrari, have been caught up in dating rumors! As many may know, Soyeon had attented the Monaco Grand Prix with friend Wi Ha-Jun (actor in Squid Games) four and half months back—first of many obviously. Since then, Soyeon has attended each Grand Prix expect three due to the announcement of her role in “Home of Dark Webs” and shooting for her music video of the single “PSYCHO”. She has made her return to the tracks in Singapore, accompanied by Formula 1 driver, Daniel Ricciardo. Into the juicy gossip, her recent instagram post, a photo dump, has her photographed in what seems to be an act gallery, wearing her leather jacket and the next, not. She commented saying “got hot”, but is that really the case? Charles Leclerc posted to instagram twice—but the last one far more interesting (photo 1); a woman in an art gallery, wearing a seemingly similar jacket to the one Soyeon wore in her post with a caption of “🤍”. To add on, his affectionate comment on her post, “Very nice to see you in person again, my lucky charm 🤍”. Of course, this is not the first time many have speculated they may be dating or been a friendly joke—but this is all too coincidental. Did she get hot simply because of the jacket or because the sexy driver boyfriend behind the camera? Stay tunned! ]

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letsgossip_kpop Enjoy the padlock look of Kim Soyeon in the second photo :) - 🧝‍♀️

k.f1.pop ive been here since the beginning and wowwww i may be delulu but the posts by her and his recent activity surrounding her—thats courting if i ever seen it

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psychoye0nn courting!?!? FUCK WE IN?? 1700s!?? LOR DOF THE RINGS??? 💀💀

supermaxstappen question 🙋‍♀️ why does she never post herself in the padlock?

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k.f1.pop shes a korean idol, part of the most known groups but also “Queen” of Aces and with the amount of photographers there already and some JUST there for HER….trust we (kpop) get enough by that, and shes know it too so she doesn’t do it cuz its BEEN done

lyannaa4 and?? guys and girls can be friends plus if they were dating, theres a reason they aint talking abt it??v

jh0pieeee ….is the queen of aces really going for a man that goes vroom vroom in circles on the weekends for a living ??? and is part of the most clown team? (f1 fan myself)

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authors final note: i hate tumblrs limit on photos. anyways oooo something is going on between soyeon and charles!! 😅 again in this sm au universe, soyeon is you. you are THAT bitch. or soyeon can be an “original character” if you want :) whatever your heart desires.

for the piano ig story of charles, here is the youtube link to what i was imaging for it:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3i_5hiffjCk

check it out, it is so beautiful! might write a short piece on their meeting and this what i will be listening to as i do, haha.

ALSO!! thank you all so so much for the likes, and the reblogs!!! literally thank you so much, i almost did not post the first part but i'm so glad i did! so thank you, its nice to see that people are enjoying my work :) PART THREE IS OUT! SCROLL TO TOP OF THIS POST AND CLICK “PART THREE”—ENJOY!

--and the world is yours, until next time.

#charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc social media au #charles leclerc x oc #f1 imagine #f1 instagram au #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 x oc

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fanficguy · 2 years

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Can you write a Fnaf 2 x reader where they go to jumpscare/attack the guard but the guard is sound asleep? How would they react?

FNaF two x gn reader who’s asleep when they go to jumpscare them

notes- in the least offensive way possible, i forgot this request existed, i’m sorry. oh also, sorry it took so long there’s just a lot of spooky dudes in FNaF 2.

warnings- mangle + puppet uses all pronouns, withered bonnie’s a he/it, leaning to platonic/no relationship in general, mentions of violence, withered bonnie favoritism, some is more low effort than others, idk if there’s anything else i should be adding

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Toy Freddy ♩

♩toy freddy ngl just don’t care, he doesn’t even attempt harming you because of this

♩probably gonna shove you off your chair and mess with the cameras, maybe play games if that’s even possible on the computer.

♩he’ll continue playing even if you wake up

♩tells the other animatronics to be quiet and stop because he’s trying to focus

♩you live through the night not because toy freddy cares, but because he wanted to win his game.

Toy Bonnie𖦹

𖦹toy bonnie’s offended you aren’t awake, he goes through the trouble to try and terrorize you every single night just for you to nap?

𖦹he wants to attack you but clearly you don’t care! fine, if he can’t kill you nobody can! he snaps at anyone coming near.

𖦹bonnie will explain how pissed he is when you return the next night, doesn’t even remember to try and get you.

𖦹you will never hear the end of it. he will keep others away while chewing your ass out too, everybody is so fucking scared of bonnie rn omg.

𖦹eventually though he goes back to normal(after a million years), bonnie’ll always hold a grudge on you for that though.

Toy Chica ↯

↯you may think because of toy chica’s vicious nature that she’ll take the chance to kill you, but no, she will probably just wait.

↯she might draw on you face

↯chica won’t care if you get attacked, kinda disappointed but attacking is the plan after all.

↯ not much for chica really, might steal your stuff.

↯if you wake up you’re dead though

Mangle❥

❥mangle would be surprised, you’re being hunted by animatronics and your first instinct is to sleep? okay..

❥whatever.?? mangle has no clue what he’s supposed to be doing. should they be waking you up, let someone else get you?

❥she decided to just watch you until you show signs of waking up, mangle doesn’t really want to get you right after you fell asleep, they’re not that cruel.

❥climbs away when/if you wake up, mangle isn’t leaving you just giving you a minute to wake up.

❥good luck the rest of the night

The Puppet/Marionette❦

❦so this is why the puppet box wasn’t winded. puppet’s tempted to just take you out(like kill, not a date) but decides to go get you a blanket.

❦might hang out for a while in hopes you wake up, if you do puppet asks you how this even happened.

❦most likely tells the other animatronics something along the lines of “let’s not do this tonight” and stays around longer just to be sure.

❦puppet will leave you eventually, he has things to get ready for the morning.

❦she will never mention this to you, it’s as if you never fell asleep to begin with.

Withered Freddy✍︎

✍︎he stares at you. if you wake up from this he mutters a bye and leaves, freddy might return later though.

✍︎you don’t wake up? he slowly inches towards you until eventually he’s right at your desk.

✍︎he knocks on the desk so you can hear it/feel the vibrations. when you wake up he looks at you for awhile then stomps off.

✍︎if freddy returns he will act the same, kinda like the puppet he acts like it never happened.

✍︎you don’t even get easy mode or anything, just an average night after that. better than freddy having had killed you though.

Withered Bonnie ☜

☜it’ll freak bonnie out a bit, at first it thought you just died without any wounds or anybody doing anything.

☜not like he’s worried just a little bit freaked out because of his first assumption on what happened.

☜eventually when it walks up to you bonnie realizes your just taking a little nap, he even feels kinda bad.

☜bonnie will shoo others away when he isn’t sitting waiting for you to wake up, it will especially try to be quiet so you can rest.

☜i think this’ll end up being an accidental bonding experience for you two(even though you were asleep the entire time), bonnie isn’t gonna be all nice or save you anymore but at least it isn’t attacking you!

Withered Chica𓅿

𓅿 chica stands there awkwardly waiting

𓅿eventually just walks up to you and tells you to wake up, apologizes, and goes back to the night as normal.

𓅿that’s it. chica’s gonna be polite but you aren’t just getting off easy

𓅿if you don’t wake up somehow chica probably sits there for a bit

𓅿eventually leaves

Withered Foxyᨎ

ᨎ”the hell’re you doin’?” that’s his very words, all rage foxy might’ve had previously has left.

ᨎfoxy shakes you awake(with his non hooked hand) then starts questioning you. why are you sleep? how are you even sleeping right now? aren’t you scared? are you scared of him?

ᨎwhen he calms down foxy tells you to start sleeping so you’re awake next time he’s after you

ᨎyou’re lucky your not gonna get hurt tonight!! foxy will get you next time though, just count on it.

ᨎat least foxy kind of cares

Withered Golden Freddy☝︎︎

☝︎he’s so sick of this.

☝︎goldie isn’t surprised just really annoyed, he never gets a break from all the bs here.

☝︎won’t try to wake you up

☝︎ goldie probably won’t hunt you the entire night

☝︎asks wtf is with you next night, how the fuck do you do this?

#fnaf x reader #toy freddy x reader #toy bonnie x reader #toy chica x reader #mangle x reader #the puppet x reader #marionette x reader #puppet x reader #withered freddy x reader #withered bonnie x reader #withered chica x reader #withered foxy x reader

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inherstars · 21 days

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Rest | The Last of Us (3,407 words)

This takes place the first winter after Joel an Ellie return to Jackson. The two versions of Joel need to be written differently, and I had the TV version in mind when penning this one, but I actually think it works for both. Joel gets sick, and Ellie takes it upon herself to care for him.

His voice wavered with amusement. Maybe exasperation. Where Ellie was concerned, it was usually both.

“You have to--you can’t skip the rest.”

“The what?”

“The rest. Look--you see this thing here?” He reached out, tap-tapping a fingertip to the sheet music before her. Ellie frowned at it. “Yeah, that’s not just there to look pretty, it means something. All the notes mean something.”

She was getting aggravated. Joel estimated she had another five minutes left in her before she declared the lesson done for the day.

“Well what does that note mean?”

“It means rest.”

“I’m not tired.”

He draped both arms atop his guitar and put his forehead down on them. Christ, this fucking kid. Ellie’s head hung back, taking her turn with exasperation.

“Whaaaat?”

“Okay.” He sat up again, fixing the grip on his own guitar. “Look--no, don’t look at me, look at the notes and listen while I’m playing. I’m going to slow it down, but follow along.” He tapped the measure on the paper. “You ready?”

Her head bobbed in a single nod. “Ready.”

“Okay.” At a slightly-less-than-annotated pace he strummed through the chords, the coarse timbre of his voice moving calmly through the lyrics as he went. “...I keep a close watch on this heart of mine--rest--I keep my eyes wide open all the time--rest, rest--do you see?”

“Ohhh. There’s more than one.”

“Right. You need to learn them and watch out for them, at least until you start to pick up the natural rhythm of how the song flows. Usually after the first go-through it will stick in your head where you’re meant to pause, and for how long.”

She reached out, picking up the folded booklet and scanning ahead. She reread the notation, the rests, the lyrics.

“Holy shit, is this song about you or what?”

Joel took it from her with a sigh. “Wow, you made it three whole minutes longer than I thought you would.”

“What? No--wait, hey! Give it back!” He held it easily out of her reach, pivoting his arm away when she tried to stand and grab for it instead. “How am I supposed to practice without sheet music?”

“You’ve got like three books in your room, you can practice with those.” He closed the music, tossing it behind him on the bed. “Besides which, you need to work on your chord progressions some more. Focus on that for now.”

Ellie sulked at him with an exaggerated pout, by which he was moved not an inch. He bumped her with his elbow.

“Git.”

She stood, swinging her own guitar around by its strap, letting it rest at an angle across her back.

“Stupid Johnny Cash.” Her voice dropped a mocking octave. “Steady like a train, sharp like a razor.”

Joel shook his head, looking back and forth between his picking and his silent fingering on the frets.

“Should’ve never let you watch that movie.”

She made it to the doorway and turned in place as she backed out, batting her eyes at him.

“Love youuuuuu.”

“Git,” he said again, head bowing further, but the crooked curl of a smirk betrayed him.

Ellie was halfway down the hall to her own room before she heard the distinctive sound of Joel’s sneeze.

“Bless you,” she called out, and paused to listen for a response. Nothing.

Then, faintly, “M-hm.”

He was so weird.

In good faith Ellie practiced for awhile, grimacing through the slow but unavoidable pinch and pain of developing the stupid calluses Joel kept going on and on about. After a half hour she could no longer feel two of her fingers, so she supposed that was a good start.

All throughout, and in-between the occasional inept chord change, she heard bursts of his crackling cough from the other room. When she finally unslung the guitar and returned it to its case, she realized it had been a background noise for most of the day.

“Hey Joel--” she called out, standing, then startled as he appeared abruptly in the doorway. “Jesus!”

“Hey,” he interrupted, snagging in a rough sniffle. “Tommy’s on the horn, bunch of the hogs got out. I’m gonna run over and give him a hand, but I don’t know how long I’ll be. You OK fixing yourself dinner, if I’m not back in time?”

“Oh shit,” she said excitedly. “Can I come?”

“No.” Unflappable. “You got homework.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you do. Do your homework. Maybe clean this up while you’re at it,” as he backed a way he made a vague gesture around the perfectly… well, mostly acceptable state of her room. “Already looks like a sty.”

Ellie followed him only as far as her own threshold, frowning as he picked up his buckskin coat and shrugged into it.

“How do you know I have homework?”

“It’s like you forget I already did this with one smartass kid before you ever came around.” He barely got his arm into a sleeve before he had it pressed to his face, shoulders hunching with another shotgun sneeze. He sighed. Sniffled. Muttered a barely audible, “Shit.”

Ellie came forward a bit more, zeroed on him. “Hey, what’s with--”

“Homework.” He snagged a scarf and was already halfway out the door. “And eat something other than pickles for dinner.”

She stood frowning, even after the shudder of the shutting door had quieted, then turned reluctantly back to her room.

“Fuck you, pickles are awesome.”

*******

Ellie polished off homework in record time, and even managed a dinner of something that contained, but was not exclusively comprised of, pickles. She was a woman of her word, if nothing else. Halfway through packing both their lunches for the next day, the front door finally blew open with blustering drama, and Joel made his return.

Or something vaguely in the shape of Joel.

The overall size and dimensions were right, the buckskin coat was the same, though both it and his hair were heavily mantled in snow. He was nothing but mud and slush from the knees down, hands evidently so frozen that all he could do was stand there and paw ineffectively at his gloves, trying to get them off.

Ellie took in the exhausted, punch-drunk slump of his shoulders with sympathy and amusement. Good thing she didn’t join him after all.

“You look like you smell awesome.”

“Fucking hate hogs.”

“But you love bacon,” she countered.

“After tonight, I only like it for the sense of revenge.” After watching multiple unsuccessful attempts to remove his gloves, Ellie finally came to his assistance. She didn’t even want to touch them, gunked as they were with mud, ice, and probably pig shit, but it was either that or watch him stand there all night, swaying like a Mortal Kombat character. Just as she got the second one off he planted a bare hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her from him as he raised his other arm to his face.

“Ellie, stand clear--”

“Huh?”

He buckled into his elbow with another sneeze, this time lingering his arm in place afterwards, long after he should have simply relaxed and moved on. By the time it dropped away, he found Ellie ogling him with arch worry. He sighed, apologetic, and the hand still at her shoulder squeezed once before letting go. “Sorry.”

But she just stood there, still holding his gloves, having unexpectedly run dry of all sarcasm. She didn’t like this.

“Are you sick?”

“Nah, I’m…” Well, yeah. But also, no. “The weather’s just kicking the shit out of me. I’m fine. It’s fine. It’ll be fine.”

“You’re saying fine way too much for it to actually be fine.”

Joel had just enough strength for another sigh. He took the gloves from her, doing an awkward flamingo balance from one foot to the other to climb out of his boots. The feeling of ice-cold, mud-soaked denim on his bare skin made him grimace. “You finish your homework?”

No no no. She wasn’t being put off. Not like this. “Joel.”

He flicked a mild look to the kitchen. “That pickle jar looks a lot emptier than I remember.”

“Joel.”

“Hey.” He reached out, cupping the subtle angle of her jaw, framing her entire face in the warm, rough cushion of his palm. Calluses, burred knuckles, wind-chapped skin and a touch so gentle she could cry. “It’s fine. I’m just beat. Gonna leave all this shit outside, I’ll worry about it in the morning, then I’m gonna shower and hit the sack.” Her eyes were searching him still, burrowing into him the same as when he’d sworn that his story about the hospital in Salt Lake was true. That was the look of reckoning, and it chilled him worse than any winter storm. “Homework’s good? Got enough to eat?”

Her gaze softened and dropped, the same as when she’d chosen -- willingly or otherwise -- to believe his last lie.

“Yeah.”

His hand fell away, and he gave her a small, punctuating nod.

“Alright, good. You lock up for me?”

“Okay.”

Joel finally got free from both boots, his coat, depositing everything carelessly on the snowy mat outside. He squeezed her shoulder again as he soldiered tiredly to his room. “Night, kiddo. Love you.”

Only her eyes tracked him.

“Love you too.”

*******

She didn’t know why she thought sleeping would help. Useless idea. Total mistake.

Ellie even put it off for as long as she could, hoping that if she fucked around and wasted enough time doing other dumb, meaningless, time-consuming shit that eventually her brain or body would concede that, okay, sleep did sound pretty appealing.

Nope. No part of her was having it.

It didn’t help that, despite his best efforts, Joel couldn’t just lay there and suffer in silence. With clockwork regularity the silence and stillness broke with his wracking cough, the occasional bedframe squeak revealing the restrained force of it. By midnight he just gave up trying to sleep altogether.

Ellie lay awake, listening, and saw his dark silhouette lean into her room just enough to gently close her door, trying to preserve her own presumed sleep.

Five minutes later she fumbled a hoodie over her pajamas and padded out after him.

He spotted her just as he heaped limply onto the sofa, and immediately sighed.

“Shit. I’m sorry, El. Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t.” She yanked the hoodie’s zipper up with satisfaction. “I’ve been up the whole time.”

Joel loosened a slow breath, regarding her… then the empty living room… then back to her.

“On account of me?”

She didn’t want to lie, but also didn’t want to burden him with any additional guilt.

“One way or another. Kinda.”

He grunted, disappointed in himself, and his own once-again-stellar parenting. “...you oughta be in bed.”

She roughened her voice in an approximation of his own, mimicking a slightly surly swagger to the couch before flouncing down beside him. “So oughta you.”

Joel side-eyed her. She tucked her chin down, eyes upturned, lips pressed in a thin but irrepressible smile.

“...fuckin’ hard-headed, stubborn, pain-in-my ass--”

“Yeahyeahyeah, I’m a total superstar, I know.” Ellie reached for his arm, lifting it well over her head, then curled it around her shoulders. Joel let her manipulate him without complaint, only turning his head away and uncurling his fingers to shield her from a single, congested cough. When he turned back, she plastered her hand over his forehead like she’d been waiting for the chance.

“What is this,” he asked.

“This is what it feels like when somebody cares about you.” She met his eyes. “Dumbass.”

“Hm.”

Her palm was heavy and cool, the pressure of it on his brow oddly comforting. Judging by the way she frowned, and searched him, and nervously licked her teeth, she didn’t like what it told her. Joel sighed and reached up, taking her hand down in his own.

“Come on. Enough of this. You need to get back to bed. Get some actual sleep.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll… I don’t know, try to lie down for a couple more hours before work.”

“Before work? Are you kidding me?” “Shit’s gotta get done, Ellie--”

“Yeah, by somebody else, Joel!”

“More hands makes--”

“Fuck that dirty-south, cowboy, Marlborough-martyr bullshit for two minutes, would you?”

He leaned way back, rolling the whites of his eyes at her. “Dirty south?” When she thumped her palm against his shoulder he feigned an injured, “Ow!”

Inwardly he struggled not to laugh. Holy Christ was she angry. Despite his perfect deadpan, there was still a tiny warble of amusement in his voice as he demanded, “What’s got into you?”

Oh, she’d been waiting for that. She’d knocked at the door and he’d opened it all the way.

“Rest,” she accused, emphatic. “You can’t skip the rest.”

Joel rubbed sorely where she’d thumped him, relaxing from his recoiled lean.

“Don’t know why you’re so mean to me. Probably too many pickles.”

Ellie stuttered with a sniggering laugh, shoving him with both hands. Gently, this time. “Asshole.”

“Hm.”

“I mean it.”

“Alright, you mean it. I’ll tell Tommy in the morning, I need a day.” He checked her with a look and leaned away again. “Maybe two.”

“Good.” She pushed up from the couch, hands jammed into her hoodie pockets as she marched off.

“Now where are you going?”

“To get you a blanket. And I don’t know… soup, or something. On account of you being so bad at looking after yourself.”

He watched her go, itching a knuckle under his nose. “Think you can manage tea?”

Ellie cheered immediately, already detouring for the kitchen. “Oh yeah, good idea.”

“Alright, then.” He let his head rest back, smirking faintly. “Hope I don’t regret this.”

*******

Ellie stared, fascinated, the TV battering them softly in blue and white light.

“None of this makes sense.”

“Yeah, that was pretty much the entire theme of the 1980s.” Joel set his tea aside and picked up the cardboard VHS sleeve beside him, garishly patterned with the box art from season one of Full House. “You had to be there.”

“I’m kinda glad I wasn’t.”

She’d managed to brew him a decent mug of tea, heavy-handed on the honey, just how he liked it. He’d been hesitant to waste a bowl of perfectly good soup on his already anemic appetite, but Ellie brooked no argument and brought it to him anyway. They’d decided what to watch by reaching blindly into the box of old VHS cassettes, and now she was nestled close against his ribs, head rested back on his shoulder, marveling at the grainy, laugh-tracked evidence of a world gone before she was ever conceived.

Every now and then Joel looked down at the crown of her head, grateful, always returning to the TV before the little fragments of thankfulness could become too much for him.

Despite the contentment, the cold remained a persistent thorn in his side. Every time Ellie felt his chest expand abruptly against her she sat forward slightly, giving him room to half-twist away with a cough or sneeze muffled to the inside of his far arm.

He’d let the breath back out of his lungs, bleary, and face the TV with a few blinks to clear his eyes. Ellie would retake her place, squirming to close the gaps between her back and his ribs.

“You OK?”

“I’m a’right, kiddo.”

“OK.”

Every time, deliberate, with a sincerity that tattooed her like ink, ever deeper and indelible, into his skin.

Every ache and pain and exerted muscle from the past few days was catching up with him now, his sinuses blocked miserably shut. After a particularly strenuous coughing fit he turned back around to find Ellie’s eyes more focused and ferreting and worried. He needed to work a little harder to put her back at ease.

“Here, look,” he croaked, redirecting her to the TV. “See this guy?”

“Mr. Goofy Fucking Hawaiian Shirts?”

“Yeah. He used to date Alanis Morisette.”

“No way!”

“Yeah.” He chuffed, head shaking. “Wild, right?”

“She’s so angry! I love her.”

“Yeah, well. She’s angry about a lot of stuff you hopefully won’t have to worry about for quite awhile.”

“I guess. She still wrote good songs.”

“That she did.”

“Hey, speaking of, what does it mean to go down on somebody?”

Joel paled, making a long, desperately uncomfortable noise in his throat. Ellie let him suffer for a good five seconds before donkeying with laughter.

“Relax,” she cackled, ear-to-ear grinning. “I’m fucking with you.”

He flattened a hand at his chest. “Jesus. How is this helping me feel better?”

“Oh my God. That was amazing. I almost wish I’d saved that one until I could actually see your face.”

“You know you can go back to your own room any time, right?.”

“And miss this? Hell no.”

Joel quieted, checking her again in the dimness, watching the play of light on her face, her lingering grin. He smiled faintly to himself before his eyes relaxed back to the TV.

“Yeah, it’s pretty alright.”

“Yeah it is.”

He didn’t remember drifting off, but at some point his mind disconnected from the brightly-colored spectacle glowing in the dark before him, the rising and falling tide of canned laughter. Eventually Ellie’s hand spread lightly open at his chest, jostling him just enough to stir him awake. His head picked up, eyes cracked open to see her cast in luminous blue. Her face, serious but calm. She curled the backs of her fingers to his forehead.

“You’re still really warm. How come we don’t have a thermometer?”

“Someone’s gotta have one.” He blinked groggily. “We’ll ask tomorrow. I’m sure I’m running a temperature… suppose it doesn’t matter how much.”

She started to peel the blanket from him, and he stopped her.

“Joel,” Ellie chastened. He stilled her hand with a touch.

“No, it’s alright.”

“You need to lie down.”

“I know, I will. I’m gonna sleep out here. I wake up coughing if I try to lay too flat.”

She wasn’t entirely pleased with this answer, but it was enough of a concession that she was willing to negotiate.

“Okay, I’ll help.”

He technically didn’t need the assistance, but clearly it was important to her to be a part of his recovery. She lifted and transferred his legs to the couch by the ankles, assembling exactly the right pillows behind him so he could recline without hurting his neck. His eyes followed her, lips softly smirking, as she pulled the blankets back over him and tucked them in at the edges. When there was nothing left for her to fuss at she stood back, hands jammed into her hoodie pockets.

“You want me to turn the TV off?”

Joel’s head lolled to observe the glowing blue square, a single white NO INPUT blinking in the top corner.

“No, leave it. It’s comforting.”

She looked at the screen. Looked at him.

“You’re super fucking weird.”

Joel’s hands lifted, rotated outward from the wrist, and dropped limply back to his chest. Look, what can you do?

“Get some sleep,” he urged.

“OK. But you’re not going to work tomorrow. We have like… I don’t know, forty more seasons of this stupid show to go through. Somehow. Hopefully that hideous baby gets cuter.”

“She really doesn’t. You know there was actually two of them playing the same kid?”

“What?” She broke into a helpless grin. “That’s… awful. Imagine giving birth to a horrible-looking gremlin baby, and you’re like, oh well, at least there’s just the one. And then: OH NO.”

Joel erupted with sniggering laughter, hiding his face against the inside of his arm as it devolved into another coughing fit.

“Fuck me,” he crackled. “Get out of here, please. Go to bed.”

“OK.” Ellie leaned in and bent over him, kissing his forehead. “Feel better.”

“Working on it.”

She started to turn, but Joel caught her wrist. Ellie looked back, expectant, but he just lay there a moment, holding her hand, his thumb caressing into the crease of her palm.

“Thank you.”

She softened, awkward, fingers curling around his thumb in a single, meaningful squeeze.

“Of course.”

“I love you, kiddo.”

“Love you too.” She held onto his hand until both their arms were extended, then let him go with an impish smile. “I ate like six pickles.”

“Jesus Christ, girl.”

She receded into the dark, giggling, leaving him in the backwash of blue light.

“Good night.”

#my writing #tlou #the last of us #last of us #joel miller

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soapyghostie · 9 months

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With slasher related content, I think it's usually fair to assume that Reader is a little morally bankrupt to be with a bunch of (admittedly, very cool) serial killers. But! I rarely find media in this space that leans into an amoral Reader. With all that being said...

How about Drayton Sawyer (and any other muses of your choice, if you feel like it) with a Reader who happens to be the more possessive/protective/jealous of the two? I imagine, in Drayton's case, it'd only really come up during the chili cook-offs or the gas station, depending on the customer(s). -☎️

Sorry for not posting content for so long; I’ve been super busy with school and extracurricular activities. I’m glad I finally got some time to write so hope you enjoy!

Drayton Sawyer

You being amoral is a blessing and a curse to Drayton. He’ll never admit it, but it makes him feel appreciated and loved to know that someone cares enough about him to fight or even kill for him. However, at the same time, your personality can really irritate him. Seriously, you don’t need to be constantly watching him and being at his heels all the time. Like jeez! Back off! It does cause you two to have fights every once and awhile, but it always works itself out in the end.

A main point where you tend to get overly jealous and possessive is when you are with Drayton at the gas station during the weekdays. You are always closely monitoring Drayton’s interactions with customers, especially attractive or friendly ones. You can never be too sure though.

Drayton is not a big fan: he feels like he is a child being monitored by their mother. You can definitely see the annoyance on his face when you come up and aggressively wrap your arm around his when he is talking to someone. Also, your passive aggressiveness scares his customers off. How are the family supposed to put food on the table now? After the customer leaves, he’ll pull you aside and have a chit chat with you about your jealousy and possessiveness. However, you still don’t listen because it still happens day in and day out.

If you thought the gas station was bad, oh boy! You're in for more. Them annual chili cook-offs get you really railed up; Drayton knows this too and always tries to convince you to stay back with his brothers, but you don’t listen. Shocker. The result is that he ends up taking you to every single cook-off he goes to and it’s hell for him.

You are always so adamant about guarding the secret recipe that you always end up screaming at anyone who asks about it. Like damn… calm down. You, also, always make sure that Drayton wins every single cook-off. If you wanna know what I mean by how you make sure Drayton wins is by sabotaging everyone else’s chili, especially the competitors that are almost as equally good of a cook as Drayton.

Additionally, you’ve run into some people at cook-offs that have had a romantic interest in Drayton and let’s just say you’ve broken some noses… plus, you may or may not have gotten kicked out too… That night you and Drayton had a massive fight that kept his brothers up all night, listening to it.

However your possessiveness and jealousy does make you a great hunter which Drayton appreciates. It’s impressive actually. It makes you very focused and determined on catching any victim that you set your eye on; 99% of the time you succeed too. At least you're able to make up for scaring away customers with your hunting skills.

Despite all the chaos and trouble that you cause Drayton, he still appreciates your commitment to him and his family. Don’t ever think he doesn’t have your back because he does: he is just as protective as you are. He’ll never kill anyone, but he’s not afraid to beat the shit out of someone for you.

#slashers #horror #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher #tcm #texas chainsaw massacre #drayton sawyer x reader #drayton sawyer #bubba sawyer #nubbins sawyer #chop top sawyer #leatherface #sophi ghostie writes

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clevelcnds · 1 year

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I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE - JOE BURROW

(NOT MY GIF)

warnings: none really, full of angst. joe’s a complete asshole in this. sad ending.

authors note: excuse the grammar errors, i’m not the best at writing lol. lower case is intended!

they all warned you. not to fall for an nfl player. that they weren't good, they were bad news. but did you listen? no.

so here you were, heartbroken over the same man they warned you about, joe burrow. the guy who everyone liked. the man who was arguably the best quarterback in the game.

every woman fell for him, including you. how could you be so stupid? so naive to believe the lies he told you? not listening to those people around you?

you knew he was trouble, deep down you knew that. and still, you fell for his games anyway. the games that every female fell for.

you were sitting on your bed with tears streaming down your face. and the phone in your lap. as you found out joe had been seeing other women.

it wasn't just one though. it was many others. many others who fell for the same damn shit that he said. joe promised you, he'd always be loyal. it didn't seem like that now.

what were you gonna do? he was away for a game. coming home today. you knew he was trouble, yet fell for him anyway.

your mind went back to when the both of you met. that night. joe had found you, standing on a balcony alone at an NFL party.

————

"all alone?"

you looked over at the voice, immediately recognizing it was joe burrow. you didn't understand why he was talking to you? of all people.

"yeah." you laughed "i hate parties. my dad dragged me here." that's right, your dad. he was an ex nfl player and now a senior reporter.

"well wanna go somewhere else?"

what? joe burrow wanted you to go with him. your mind was spinning. part of you told you not to go. that he was trouble. but you ignored it. it was joe burrow after all.

"but you're supposed to be here."

joe shrugged "i'm already done with my interviews and speech. they can handle things without me.. so what do you say?"

"alright burrow."

joe's lips curved into a smile and put out his hand for you to take. which you did, as he led you out of the party and into his car.

"i didn't get your name." joe mentioned starting his car and driving out of the parking lot.

“y/n”

joe nodded "beautiful name." he said looking over at you. his eyes connecting to yours. the comment made you blush.

the music was playing lightly from his playlist on his phone. it became quiet. you could feel his glances on you, especially on your body.

"we are here."

it was a festival, there weren't many people. joe got out and opened your door. taking your hand in his and walking to it.

"so tell me more about yourself."

"well, i'm twenty-three. i work for a local news channel in cincinnati. i have two cats and i love football and baseball."

"you single?"

you stopped in your tracks did joe burrow just ask if you were single?

"yeah, i am."

"great, that means this is our first date right?"

you laughed "yeah i guess it is huh?"

that night you had the most fun in awhile. with joe winning you a stuffed animal and riding on the ferris wheel. where he pulled you into a kiss. your first kiss that you had with him.

it was magical. so magical. he was so sweet that night. making sure you got home safe. you thought all those rumors were fake. you wanted to believe those rumors were fake. joe treated you like a queen that night.

————

you went back when the first time joe had asked you to be his girlfriend. kissing you with all the passion he had. it was like a dream. how the both of you devoted that night to each other. your first time with him. everything.

but maybe a part of you wished you would've said no. or wished you never met him. because you wouldn't be here right now, crying over joe. a man who didn't deserve how great you were.

flashback

it was thursday night. joe was hosting a party and of course, invited you. joe had found you in the crowd and dragged you to be alone.

his arms were wrapped around you. it was just the two of you in silence. until joe spoke up, the words he spoke next made you smile. he finally asked the big question after a month and a half of talking.

"y/n."

"yeah?" you asked looking up at him

"i want you to be my girlfriend. i really like you. and i think you're really special."

you smiled at him "i'd love too."

joe pulled you into a kiss. before the both of you walked upstairs to his room. where the both of you had an amazing night. joe said nothing but loving things to you.

———-

it didn't take long for you to notice red flags though. sometimes he'd like other woman's pictures. sometimes he'd go out to parties and bars and never reply to your texts.

other times? joe would flirt with other women. sometimes in front of you. there were rumors he had another girlfriend. but you shrugged it off, saying the media was lying. they always lie anyway, for clickbait.

and when he flirted with other women? you confronted joe about it. only for him to say you were overreacting and that he was just being friendly. that it happens when your are famous. that he only had eyes for you, and only you.

but of course, you gave him the benefit of the doubt. believing him when you shouldn't of. people say you will do crazy things for love. that you would believe anything for love. they were right.

how could you ignore the signs? after all this time now? after every lie?

a knock at your door broke your thoughts. you wiped your tears and got up, it was joe. of course it was, you told him he could come over as soon as he got back.

you unlocked the door looking up at him. maybe it wasn't evident that you were crying, but something was up. joe didn't ask though, instead pulling you into a kiss.

it turned into a make out session but you stopped joe before he tried to take your shirt off. you lightly pushed him off. joe was annoyed.

"what's wrong with you?"

a laugh escapes your lips "what's wrong with me? i don't know joe. maybe it was the fact that you were caught with a different woman?"

it didn't faze him, not at all. the news you found out. he said nothing. you thought he'd deny it or apologize. but he didn't, which made you hurt more.

"so you're not going to say anything?"

"come on y/n you really thought you were special?" joe laughed looking down at you with a smirk on his face. did those words just come out of his mouth?

"what..."

"you really are dumb huh? you're so naive it's crazy. you really thought you were special? or that i loved you? well sorry to let you down but i don't."

"you're an asshole!" you yell with tears streaming down your cheeks.

joe rolled his eyes "your crying? over the truth?"

"gosh, you woman could be so sensitive today. i'm leaving. let me know if you ever want me back, they always do."

"get the hell out of my house."

joe left. leaving you all alone. all the things he said? it was torture. the man who you fell for was a complete asshole.

but again, they warned you. part of you knew he was trouble. yet you still fell.

and now you were blaming yourself. blaming yourself for being in this position.

that was the last time you saw joe. blocking him on everything. hating to see him succeed. going to the playoffs and all the women who were drooling over him. if only they knew who he truly was.

if only.

#nfl imagines #joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagines #joe burrow x reader #music imagines #football #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x you #Spotify

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bethdutten · 2 years

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Wouldn’t Dare to Hope

summary: After your night with Bucky in Italy, it takes another four months before you, Steve and Sam find him in Romania. By then, it’s clear you fucked up.

words: 4.1k

a/n: ok I might do a part 4 because... well you’ll see I just think I need a short epilogue to this series lmao ugh someone hold Bucky and make him better and let it be me

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

There he was. Standing a few feet from you, eyes darting from you and Steve to the door, but he looked more scared than hostile. Apprehensive, at best.

Steve held out a hand, eyes on Bucky. “Do you know who I am?”

Bucky blinked. “You’re Steve.”

That pulled a small smile from Steve, and he nodded. “Yeah, Buck. That’s good.”

You watched his eyes flicker to you, brows furrowing. You suddenly felt sick, stomach churning as his gaze seemed to hold no type of recognition while he studied you. You swallowed. “Do you know you I am?”

He was thinking, breath coming out a little heavier, like he was panicked for not knowing the answer right away. Finally he shook his head.

“No.”

You have two seconds to turn away from Steve and to the sink in the small kitchen before you threw up.

Everything got a bit fuzzy after that, the crackle in the comms making you wince.

“Sam! Get her out of here! I’ve got Bucky!”

The sun was blinding, and your head was throbbing. There were gunshots somewhere, but you couldn’t place what was up and what was down, gasping when a pair of arms scooped you up and suddenly jostled you, holding you close.

“Just me, I’m gonna get you somewhere safe.” Sam. Safe. You shut your eyes, and waited until you were safe. Somewhere safe didn’t seem to exist anymore.

—-

It felt like only minutes later when you were yanked out of sleep, the sound of zippers filling the hotel room. You looked over and saw Steve, a sheepish look on his face.

“Sorry. We gotta get out of here ASAP. Are you feeling good enough to walk, or do you need me to take you?”

You groaned, getting to your feet and only feeling slightly dizzy. You stood and were happy to find your stomach settled, at least for now. “I’m good.”

Steve gave you a glance, swinging his bag over his shoulder. “Okay. Flu, or something? We should get you to a doctor when we get back.”

You nodded, throwing what little you brought into your own bag. “Yeah, probably just caught a bug. Sorry for fucking things up back there. Where to next?”

He looked at you over his shoulder, tapping in a number to his phone and pressing it to his ear. “We got him. We’re going home.”

—-

The jet ride home was surreal. You were across from Bucky, and couldn’t stop looking at him. It had been four months since Italy… he’d filled out even more, hair a bit longer. But he seemed almost timid, in a way he wasn’t before. Less Soldier, more… man who was just realizing he used to be a person before all that. And he could be a person again, now.

But he kept his right hand close to a gun, and you bet it took a hell of a lot of convincing and fighting for Steve and Sam to get him here.

And every once in awhile, his vigilant surveying of the jet landed on you, and every single time, it broke you to see his eyes completely move past you without a hint of recognition. Something must have happened between the time you last saw him and now. In some ways, he was doing a lot better—he was clearly eating, his hair was clean, clothes well taken care of. But he barely remembered Steve as a person he was supposed to know, and didn’t remember you at all.

Steve was watching you watch Bucky, and you hoped he just thought you were making sure he didn’t attack Sam while he was flying or going to lunge at Steve with a knife or something. You doubted it, though. He was too observant, and it was making you wish you weren’t around your best friends as your heart broke into a million pieces.

You were suddenly overwhelmed with a wave of longing as you thought back to what he had said in Italy, right before he left:

“Listen… if I forget. If I go back to… him…” Bucky met your eyes, a shadow of pain in them even having to do this. “If I can’t come back to you… you have to know how much this meant to me. How much you mean to me. What you did in New York, and last night—I don’t think anyone else would have cared about me, trusted me like you do. I don’t deserve it, but I’m going to do everything I possibly can not to forget it.”

Your worst fear. Sitting right across from you.

You jumped up from your seat, reaching the bathroom at the back of the jet just in time to vomit the small amount of food you’d forced yourself to eat that morning.

—-

Steve made you head straight to medical while he took care of Bucky, but you already knew what was wrong.

You felt numb, but also like all the suffering in the entire world was being shoved into your chest and held down so it couldn’t escape until you ripped this thing out. Then the reality of the situation set in, and you hoped you stayed numb for awhile.

When Dr. Cho confirmed that you were pregnant, she asked if you’d like to inform anyone else on the team. What she really meant was, ‘Is there anyone you’d like to personally explain the reason why you’d be pulled from missions for awhile or just wait until they eventually figured out’.

An hour later and Steve was walking into the room you’d been in, looking so concerned you’d think he was expecting you to be dying or something. Well. Right now, you felt like that might be a better scenario.

“What’s wrong? It’s not just the flu, is it? I shouldn’t have let you go out in the field, I--”

“I’m pregnant.”

He stopped, and you could practically hear the wheels turning in his head trying to figure out the best response. Finally he swallowed, approaching you like one would a wild deer they didn’t want to spook, taking both your hands in his. “How do you... how do you feel about this?”

You broke down.

Steve held you while you wept for what felt like hours, the racks of tears unable to stop. You eventually slowed down to pathetic little sobs, and you just wanted to disappear, to be in any situation except this one. There was no good outcome to this. There couldn’t be.

Rubbing your back soothingly, Steve rested his cheek on the top of your head, his body completely engulfing yours like he thought if he could physically shield you from the world, he could keep all the other bad stuff away.

“Is this how I’m going to be for the next five months?” you managed to get out, voice still hitching. Everything hurt. Everything.

“You’re not alone, you know,” he murmured, squeezing you just a bit tighter when you sucked in a shaky breath. “If... if the father doesn’t want to be around, you’ve got a whole team that would die for this kid.”

And that-- that just made your heart wrench, a choked sob coming out as you started crying again. “That’s just fucking it, Steve. He is around, he just doesn’t know who he is enough to be a dad even if he wanted to.”

You felt Steve freeze, body tense as he slowly pulled you away from his chest enough to meet your eyes. “What do you mean, ‘he is around but doesn’t know who he is’.”

Steve already knew the answer-- he just also knew it was an impossible answer so he needed to hear you say it before he even let his brain think it.

You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. Once you said this, you couldn’t run away anymore.

“It’s Bucky.”

You watching the pieces fall into place for Steve; why you were so adamant on searching for Bucky with him, the confusing obsession you had with making sure there wasn’t a single stone unturned until you found him, the way you’d reacted when Bucky didn’t know who you were.

“I don’t understand. How... how did this happen? When did you-- how did he--”

“After the helicarrier,” you whispered, knowing you were about to get your ass handed to you for not tell Steve sooner, “He was at my place when I got home from the hospital. I don’t know why. He didn’t have anywhere else to go, Steve, and I wasn’t just about to turn him it—“

“He could have killed you,” Steve cut you off, but his voice was surprisingly calm, in a way that kind of scared you more than if he was yelling. “He just about killed me. You couldn’t have known how stable he was, he was still the Winter Soldier.”

You nodded, feeling tears filling your eyes again. God damn it. “But I just kept thinking… he’s your best friend, somewhere in there. He’s your Bucky, and he didn’t hurt me, that entire week—“

“A week?” Steve interjected, eyes going dark but his voice remaining steady. Now you were really freaked out.

Shoving your face into Steve’s chest, you felt the wetness soaking into his shirt, but he didn’t loosen his hold on you. If anything, his embrace got a bit tighter.

“He was just starting to show these little flashes of what I think he used to be, what he could be if all that programming Hydra did disappeared. We kissed, but… then he left. Said he knew we’d find him, but he wasn’t going to make it easy.”

You felt Steve let out a large sigh, and you wondered what he was thinking. You were clearly alive, so even if it was stupid and irresponsible letting Bucky stay with you, it turned out okay.

“That still doesn’t explain how you’re pregnant with his baby.”

Ah.

You chewed on your lip, pulling out of Steve’s grasp and taking a seat on the bed. He stood with his arms crossed, giving you his best no-nonsense Captain look. Here’s where that calm and collected facade was going to snap.

“Those two days in Italy, between France and Germany. He was there, waited until you left then found me. I swear, Steve, I never intended for this to—“

“Fuck,” he breathed out, and you felt your bottom lip wobble, eyes rimmed with tears once again.

“Now he’s here and he doesn’t know who I am. And I’m pregnant. And there’s no way this ends well for me, is there? I mean, fuck, I didn’t even think this was possible! It was one time! And he’s in his 90′s for Christ’s sake, not to mention the cyro--” You were practically hyperventilating at this point, hands shaking as you ran then through your hair.

Steve moved in and pulled you back into his arms, sighing in resignation. “Look, I’m pissed. And we’re going to have a serious talk about not doing dumb shit like that ever again. But… I want him back, too. And it’s already done, so— so we’re still going to be here for you. And I’m hopeful Buck can be, too.”

You sniffled, clutching on to Steve’s shirt. “He has to come back. I can’t do this without him. He promised… he wouldn’t forget.”

Steve held you until you couldn’t stand, then took you back to your room where you fell asleep and hoped you woke to a world where your Bucky remembered everything.

—-

You came back to your apartment, grateful for a reprieve from the team, and the former assassin who was currently being housed at the Tower. You took a long, hot shower, harshly scrubbing at your skin until you were as raw and broken as you felt on the inside. It didn’t wash away the pain, just made it more exposed.

Unfortunately, you knew you’d have to tell the team sooner or later, since Dr. Cho already put in the orders to Steve that you were forbidden on any missions (not that he would have allowed it, anyway). You called Natasha and Clint, the two most likely to hug you and not punch you after hearing you were carrying to child of a somewhat reformed killer that nobody even knew you had spoken to before now.

“Oh my god!” Natasha squealed, squeezing you tightly before she pulled away, hands gripping your shoulders. “This is amazing. My first niece or nephew. Already I would die for this kid, okay?”

“Same,” Clint grinned from his perch on the chair opposite where Natasha was basically cradling you in her lap. “They’re gonna have a hell of a good life, that’s for sure. Congrats.”

You could help cracking a smile. “Yeah, I know that. How could they not when they have the best aunt and uncle in the world?”

Natasha was practically vibrating, going on about looking for a new place with two bedrooms and the best place to buy baby clothes and how to limit the amount of influence Tony may have before she paused, tilting her head.

“You don’t have to tell me, but... you haven’t been seeing anyone in quite a while, at least not that I know of. Is the father... in the picture?”

The question you were dreading, the one that already had tears welling up in your eyes. You couldn’t keep this from them. You let out a wet laugh, shaking your head and looking down at your lap. “Uh, yeah. It’s, um. It’s Bucky.”

It was silent, before Clint cleared his throat and leaned forward. “Bucky... like Bucky Barnes? Like Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes? Like the guy we just found a few days ago?”

“He’s not the Winter Soldier anymore,” you mumbled, like that made the situation better. Natasha was frozen, her arms slowly loosening around you.

“Full explanation. Now.”

You told them everything you told Steve, and neither of them had any judgemental glare or even an angry glint to their eye. Natasha sat quietly, watching you very carefully while Clint stared off at the wall to your left, nodding every once in awhile.

“So... yeah. I, um. I don’t really know what to do. It’s a really fucked up situation but--”

“But we’re still going to be with you every step of the way,” Clint spoke up, meeting Natasha’s eyes before he looked back at you. “You’re not doing this alone, no matter what. We’re your family, and we’ll support you, always.”

You suddenly couldn’t see past the tears, and he was over beside Natasha in a second, the both of them wrapping their arms around you and holding you together, literally.

“Th-thank you,” you managed to get out, gripping on to both their arms. You still weren’t sure you could do this. But at least you could be unsure surrounded by your team.

---

You went to the Tower a week later, after there had been a mission everyone had been on except you. If that happened again, you’d be forced to tell them anyway, might as well get it over with.

Everyone was gathered in the kitchen, talking amongst themselves as the pizzas finished cooking while Tony tinkered around with some tiny AI that would replace the earpiece comms the team currently used, when Steve squeezed your hand and cleared his throat, waiting until everyone had their attention towards him.

“There’s some news everyone should know, since it’s going to affect us all pretty soon.” He looked down at you, urging you on. You nodded, letting out a shaky breath.

“I’m, um. I’m pregnant.”

There was a split second of silence, before the kitchen erupted in happy cheers, everyone who didn’t already know coming up to give you a hug. You somehow found a genuine smile on your face, laughing. “And no, it’s not Steve’s!” you added, giving a pointed look at Tony before he could even make a joke.

After a minute the kitchen settled down, a few people circled around you talking about the new addition to the team, when you looked over and saw Bucky leaning in the doorway.

Your breath caught in your throat. He didn’t often join in with the team when they did things together, but you guessed food was an exception.

Your heart started beating quickly as he pushed off from the doorframe and slowly weaved his way through the bodies, stopping to slide a few slices of pizza on a plate before he walked past you.

“Congratulations,” he said softly, voice void of any real emotion, then he was gone.

You swallowed, vision suddenly unfocused. That... that was not how you were imagining telling the father of your child he was going to be a dad. He had no idea. There was not even a slight memory, if that reaction was any indication.

You went home and cried yourself to sleep that night.

---

Over the next two months, you kept to yourself at home, doing yoga with Nat and reading all the books you’d forgotten about and catching up on all the shows you’d been meaning to watch. You made at least four desserts a week for the team, and tried out a different recipe for supper every night.

You’d worked out a good enough argument with Steve for returning to the team after the baby was born-- yes, this life wasn’t exactly conducive for a child, but Nat and Clint were right; they would be the most protected kid in the country, and you were good enough at your job with enough superhero babysitters that you wouldn’t feel guilty about leaving for missions and never coming back. And maybe-- maybe one day they’ll have two parents to watch out for them.

Your belly was big enough now as you approached the third trimester that you were very obviously pregnant, and you only went out to the Tower a few time, afraid you’d run into Bucky. It didn’t sit right with you that you were carrying his child and he had no idea. But you knew every time you saw him, you’d just be tempted to tell him, to tell him it was his because you’d known him before and he had to come back to you, he promised he’d come back...

It was just easier to stay away.

Steve kept you updated on how he was doing; he was slowly remembering things from back when him and Steve were young, from the war. He was making progress, and there had yet to be an incident where any sign of the Winter Soldier showed up.

“You saw the files. It took them almost a decade to erase all the memories completely. It’s going to take a long time to get that back, if we can. Every little thing is a good sign, though. If we can get back part of himself from back then, chances are he’ll remember the past year a lot easier.”

You knew that. And a selfish part of you didn’t care if he remembered any of his life before they made him into a brainwashed, subhuman killing machine-- you would be fine with him remembering when he broke free, after the helicarrier, when he met you. Then you felt guilty as hell for thinking that, and spiralled from there.

The young princess from Wakanda was apparently close to figuring out a way to permanently remove the activation words from his brain, so he would never turn into the Soldier again. Then, it was just getting the all-clear from the government so he wasn’t a war criminal anymore, which the federal prosecutor was already working on, and then Steve was hopeful he might join the team.

You couldn’t blame morning sickness on why that thought made you sick. What if you had to see him every day? Raise his child in front of his eyes with him never knowing?

You shivered, going back to the red velvet cupcakes you were currently baking. You heard your phone ring from the living room, and you let out a low groan when the oven beeped at the exact same time.

“Fuck,” you hissed, resting the bowl against your belly as you slipped on your oven mitt and pulled out the first batch of cupcakes. Your phone had stopped ringing for a moment, but now it was buzzing again, someone clearly very adamant about getting in touch with you.

You placed the bowl precariously on top of two other bowls that needed to be cleaned, just realizing that your kitchen counter space was really lacking as you grabbed your phone and answered it without checking the name.

“Yeah?”

“Bucky is on his way. Tony told him to drop off your new prototype stealth suit to get you to test the fabric because if it was comfortable while pregnant than it was probably comfortable during a mission--anyway, I told him I’d do it but he said Bucky could do it, he wasn’t busy and nowBuckyisonhiswayoversorryItried--”

Natasha’s rushed warning was cut off by your doorbell, and you shut your eyes, willing yourself to anywhere but here. “Um. Ok. He’s here. Thanks for calling.”

You ended the call, steeling yourself as you headed towards the door. You had red icing on your white t-shirt and your jeans were still dirty from when you were in the garden and you might pass out when you see Bucky because all you want to do every time you see him is wrap your arms around him and hold him and--

You plastered on a relatively-normal smile, and opened the door.

“Hey, Bucky.”

Bucky looked up, and froze.

You awkwardly shifted, brows furrowed as you tried to read what was happening behind his eyes, but it looked like he wasn’t even here, he was--

He moved in and pressed a hand to the small of your back, the other coming up to cradle your head as he kissed you, hesitant and gently at first, until your brain came back online and you clutched at his back, deepening the kiss with a tilted of your head.

You distantly heard a thunk of something hitting the concrete steps, but you were too busy drinking in Bucky’s scent, the same somehow as it was in Italy, and the taste of his mouth as he devoured yours, and the feeling of his hands on your body, so gentle despite the bad they were forced to do.

You had to pull away to breath, and didn’t even realize your face was wet until the salty tears hit your lips. “Bucky, what--”

“This place. I came here, after I pulled Steve from the river...?” He started out so sure, but it ended up coming out as a question, one which you nodded too.

“Yeah, you stayed with me for a bit. I made sure you were okay, before--”

“Before I left. I had to keep you safe, weren’t safe with me around,” Bucky murmured, giving you another kiss, then another, peppering them along your cheeks and temple and jaw until your tilted your head back, moving down to your throat. “We found each other in Italy.”

Your eyes had drifted shut, positive this was a dream now. “Mhm. This you keeping your promise, Buck?”

You fully expected him not to know what that meant; but he pulled back and met your eyes, nodding. “I thought... something kept tugging at the back of my mind, with you. Like it was trying to remember, so hard. But there were no clear memories, nothing to prove I knew you before now. But this house, you standing there-- it brought it all back.”

You smiled, laughing through tears that wouldn’t stop now. “I’m going to have to thank Tony. Not something I thought I’d ever say.”

Bucky grinned, and it was that same smile he gave you that first week, while you were cleaning guns side by side and he’d kissed you. This time, you kissed him, arms wrapped around his neck and pressing yourself as close to him as you could get. You pulled him backwards into the house, letting him kick the door closed and smiling against his lips.

When you pulled away, you saw him looking downward, and your heart stopped. Shit. You’d somehow fucking forgotten in the bliss of Bucky remembering you that there was another big thing he didn’t know.

He looked up, and you could tell he was doing the math in his head, tears forming in his eyes as he whispered, “Is it mine?”

You nodded, taking his left hand and placing it on top of your bump, your own hand rest on top. “I know, I didn’t think it was possible--I should have told you, before. But, I thought it would fuck with your recovery, something this big--”

He shook his head, cupping your face with his free hand and kissing you slow and deep, smooth as honey as his tongue licking into your mouth. He pulled away with a broken laugh. “I don’t deserve this. I knew I didn’t deserve you that first week, and I know I don’t deserve you giving me a family. Are you sure you want me...?”

You sighed, lacing your fingers together on your belly and kissing him gently. “I don’t know what’s going to happen, or how this is going to work with two parents being Avengers, but... just promise me you’ll try. Just don’t make me do this without you, Buck.”

He met your eyes, as stormy and broken as they were that first night but there was something else in them that wasn’t there before, than you saw a flash of in Italy, but that was clear as day now.

Hope.

“I promise. As long as you both will have me, I’m yours.”

“I’ll always want this, Buck,” you whispered, resting your forehead on his. “Whoever you were before, whoever you are now, whoever you’re going to be-- I want you.”

Suddenly you were in his arms, legs around his waist as he leaned up to kiss you, this time frantic and messy and with a growl that made arousal pool between your legs. “I think my memory of Italy is still a bit spotty... might have to show me again how we conceived this one.”

You moaned against his lips, a needy gasp at the back of your throat as he carried you to the bedroom (the layout of your home was clearly not forgotten) before he carefully laid you out on the bed.

“Barnes, you are terrible.”

“Hey, I had my memory forceable taken from me for seven decades, give me a break.”

You pulled away from where you were sucking a mark onto his neck, ignoring his smirk. “Okay, you only get so many of those before it’s not funny anymore. Use them wisely.”

#phewww finally done #heheh #bucky #Bucky Barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #Bucky Barnes angst #bucky fic #james bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes x you

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jeireilostt · 1 year

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This is an AU. I’m too lazy to go into details about it but i just wanted to write this lol💀

(Apologies for any grammar errors!! I ddint bother editing this. Also kinda cringe ngl💀 imma gage myself later for writing this)

BTW PEOPLE. THIS IS ABOUT GAY MONKEYS SO LEAVE IF YOU DONT LIKE IT💀

And yes this is a HTTYD reference

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Monkey king was running hastily down a cave system dodging and weaving ever rock and crystal desperately trying to find a shadow monkey.

He felt as if he would pass out from exhaustion….or maybe it’s stress? He couldn’t really tell at this point and he quite frankly didn’t care.

He stopped to look around the area he was in not instantly noticing any direction Macaque could have gone.

He swore that he saw him. It had to be him.

But maybe he just saw some other monkey earlier.

Yeah, as if there was another celestial monkey just chilling around here.

Either it was a hallucination or the most special person that was in his life was alive.

He’s been running after this shadow damn near a hour now. And usually he’d never get tired this fast but he felt drained me

He felt as if he should give up at this point. It isn’t like he hasn’t though he saw Macaque before….

It’s just that he seems so real. Almost too real.

He glanced to his left spotting a small pathway. He sighed deeply and made his way over and went through.

He walked for a couple minutes before entering a pretty nice open space.

The whole place was illuminated with gems and crystals sprouting out of the floor.

He walked around them talking one last look around and took a quick turn back around to make his way out back.

He froze when he heard a small tap on the floor.

He instantly turned back around and ran toward the noises direction.

He put his hand firmly on a decent sized crystal and leaned forward, freezing in shock.

There he was. Macaque. He was staring directly at him with a pained expression.

Wukong felt as if the wind was knocked out of him and shoved right back in his throat.

He slowly came from behind the crystal and took one single step.

Macaque tensed at the movement and took a big swallow and shuffled back a bit.

Wukong kept opening his mouth but he couldn’t find words to say.

What are you supposed to say when you see your supposed to be dead best friend?

His breath was slightly uneven and he took one more step feeling his hand shake.

Macaque eyes glared at him as if he done something wrong.

“I know what you’re gonna say Wukong.”

Wukong froze hearing his low voice. He hasn’t heard it in so long. He’s really here.

He’s only twenty feet away from him but it felt like thousands.

“How long…” was the only words Wukong could get out before his throat closed. It felt like someone was squeezing his throat and shoving sand into it.

“Awhile…” Macaque said firmly crossing his arms close to his chest.

“How long awhile….?” Wukong voice shook slightly.

“Longer then a month I guess…” Wukong felt like he’d been stabbed in the gut.

“I know what you’re gonna say Wukong. How could I have done this?” Macaque looked away from him his bodily noticeably shaking, tail slightly twitching.

Macaque let out a scoff “Staying away and not telling you I’m alive after all this time?”

Wukong couldn’t help but just stare at him in awe. Even after all that even death couldn’t take away how beautiful he looked. He looks so different but looked the same somehow.

“Once I came back why did it I go back to you? To the mountain? Is that what you wanna ask?” Macaque’s brows were furrowed as he stared him in his eyes.

Wukong placed a foot forward.

“Well, after all this time I’ve been dead how would you have even reacted!? Last time we spoke we almost killed each other! What did you expect me to do huh!?” Macaque shouted throwing his hands in the air teeth looking as sharp as ever.

“I don’t even know why I’m even trying to explain myself to you!? You’ve always been so selfish and the biggest idiot I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting!!” Macaque cried out glaring at him as he took another two steps forward.

Macaque breathed heavily looking up at the ceiling of the cave.

“I know that maybe I should’ve seen you sooner and tried to mend things with you again.”

Wukong mouth was extremely dry right now. He seriously needed water or something cause it’s painful.

“But I thought you’d be better off without me.” Macaque laughed pitifully putting a hand to his chest clenching around the fabric.

“And maybe that was wrong. And I guess I can see that now but-” Macaque backed away from Wukong who was getting so close that he could almost touch him.

Wukong wanted to touch him so bad. He wanted to hold him so extremely bad at the moment. He hated seeing him like this.

Can’t say he was any different either.

“Oh my gods Wukong!!” Macaque couldn’t back up anymore but just glare at him.

“Stop being so silent!! Go on! Shout! Scream! Say something dammit!?” Macaque’s eyes were welling up with tears begging to fall.

Wukong felt his eyes water as he lifted a hand and put it gently on Macaque’s cheek.

Macaque mouth quivers and gasps slightly at the touch and try’s everything in him to not lean into it.

Macaque eyes are wide in surprise and Wukong who had tears fall down from his face.

“You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.” Wukong whispered softly a sad smile spreading across his face.

Tears feel down Macaque’s face as he mouth was slightly open in shock eyes still widen at the soft sweet words.

Macaque leaned into his hand as Wukong stroked his thumb lightly.

Wukong couldn’t care less anymore and jumped at Macaque wrapping one arm across his shoulder burrowing his face into his shoulder and the other at his upper back.

Wukong hasn’t felt so vulnerable on his life and he doesn’t care.

Macaque finally wrapped his arms around Wukong shoving his face into his neck taking a shaky breath.

Macaque pulled back holding wukong face in his hand.

“I probably should’ve came to you sooner.” He whispered.

“Yeah. You should have you asshole.” Wukong glared with tears still falling and smile twice as wide.

Macaque rolled his eyes wiping the tears out of Wukong’s eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Macaque spoke quietly.

“I’m sorry too Macaque.” Wukong held Macaque’s jaw pulling his face closer placing his forehead on his.

They both closed their eyes taking each others prescience in.

Macaque pulled slightly away daring into Wukong’s eyes with a new warmth in them.

“God I missed you so much.” Macaque let out a choked out snicker.

“I mean who wouldn’t?” Wukong teased slightly.

“Ah. And somehow you’ve made me hate you even more.” Macaque glared with no heat behind it.

“It’s a gift.” Wukong shrugged with a smug grin.

Macaque smirked shaking his head. “Still the comedian I see.” He stared fondly.

Wukong face hurt from crying and smiling so much.

They just stared at each other with nothing but love in their eyes. Macaque was the first to lean in before Wukong instantly got the message leaning into a kiss.

Wukong couldn’t help but smile the moment he felt Macaque let out his own smile into the kiss.

It was weird. Not the kiss though- the kiss was amazing and extremely passionate. Tingly feelings and all. But it was weird to kiss him.

No wukong couldn’t help when his hands trembled.

Macaque pressing a kiss on the corner of his mouth and back on his mouth held his hands tightly to keep him grounded.

They tilted their heads to deepen it feeling so free and happy. They haven’t felt like this in a long time.

Macaque softly backed away smiling at him with nothing but love.

“I definitely missed those.” Wukong wiggled his eyebrows.

Macaque couldn’t help but chuckle at that kissing Wukong’s cheek wrapping his tail gently around Wukong’s embracing him again.

Wukong sighed contently resting his body into Macaque’s as Macaque did to him.

“Hope you know I’m never letting you go again.” Wukong deadpanned.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way peaches.” Macaque smiled into his neck.

Wukong smiled at the old nickname tightening his embrace.

“Perfect.” He smiled closing his eyes.

They stay there in each others embrace feeling as if they unlocked the keys to the entire universe.

Neither of them wished this would every end.

But if it did it’d be ok. They would have each other and that’s all they need.

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