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airaibunny · 11 months

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miyeon x reader - “the idea of her” (warnings: fluff, kissing, nudity)

a/n: BLONDE MIYEON APPRECIATION! this is literally an adaptation of a chapter story i had in my notes app😭 i haven’t the slightest clue if miyeon can drive, but pretend she can. i also do not know how gidle’s dorm situation works, once again, just pretend i’m right.

IM SORRY FOR LYING, I KNOW I SAID I WOULD WRITE THE ‘DO NOT TOUCH’ MINA SMUT NEXT, BUT THIS JUST POPPED INTO MY HEAD AND I HAD TO.

anyway, hope you enjoy pooks😭

word count: 1.3k

"y/n."

"y/n!"

"Y/N?!"

you barely register yuqi calling you as you’re zoning out. you’re at a fansign and should be paying attention to the fans, but you just can’t help being completely enraptured with her.

everything from her gorgeous blonde hair to the way her eyes squint when she smiles has you completely smitten. you’ve been in the same group for years and you’ve felt this way from the very beginning. you’re sure nobody can notice how you feel though, or at least you hope so for the sake of your career. if you’re wrong, cho miyeon might be the reason for your untimely expulsion.

"y/n? are you there? we’re leaving." yuqi waves a hand in front of your face and pulls you out of your chair before you can react. you finally notice everyone packing up around you. maybe you zoned out a bit too hard.

"oh, okay." you simply follow yuqi as she pulls your hand and walks you to the car. the entire way there you’re looking around for miyeon, but she’s nowhere to be seen. once you get to the car, yuqi practically throws you inside and you bump into shuhua.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” of course shuhua being shuhua starts yelling and whining at you. “I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING, YUQI THREW ME!” shuhua shifts her anger towards yuqi, shouting at her instead.

“oh sorry, i didn’t realize i was in your way, BITCH!" she rubs her arm where you bumped into her and then does the same to you. "you’re the bitch, STOP YELLING!" shuhua stops rubbing your arm and fully turns to the passenger seat where yuqi is. “how the fuck are you going to tell me to stop yelling WHILE YOU’RE YELLING?!”

just as shuhua is finishing her sentence, miyeon gets in the drivers seat of the car.

“oh my god, both of you shut up. i can hear you from outside.”

she isn’t even talking to you, but you halt your breathing unconsciously. fuck, how is she so devine? you’re sitting in the backseat opposite to the drivers seat, so you have a perfect view of her.

“minnie and soyeon are driving back in the other car, does anyone want to switch cars to even it out?”

yuqi immediately storms out of the car and slams the door behind her. shuhua scoffs in response. them arguing is normal, you’re sure they’ll be completely fine as soon as you get home.

“now i feel lonely, someone come sit up here.” shuhua doesn’t react, so you’re guessing she doesn’t want to move. you take advantage of the opportunity and go sit bedside miyeon. she smiles when you sit and your eyes widen, she’s just so incredible.

once you’re on the road, you put headphones in and sneakily stare a miyeon every now and then. a few more minutes into the drive, you feel her hand land on your thigh. you tense at the feeling, but continue facing forward. you all have little to no boundaries with each other, miyeon doing this is not new. nevertheless, her touch quickens your heartbeat immensely.

you fiercely wish you could tell her how you feel. she’s never explicitly told you she doesn’t like girls, so a relationship with her is plausible. be that as it may, you have no clue if she likes you.

you finally arrive at the dorms and follow miyeon around while she grabs things from the trunk and walks upstairs. you practically attach yourself to her every chance you get.

you walk through the front door and flop down on the couch, watching as miyeon walks around trying to tidy things up before bed. you don’t realize that you’re dozing off until someone pats your upper back, softly whispering to you.

“hey, let’s go to bed.”

you slightly open your eyes to see miyeon kneeling in front of your face, smiling at you. you stand and she takes your hand, holding it all the way to her room. you’re hesitant to go in because you don’t normally sleep with miyeon, you share a room with shuhua.

“oh, right. yuqi and shuhua are over their little fight as usual so yuqi went to sleep in your room, they kind of kicked you out.”

“oh.”

you try hiding your excitement as you completely walk into the room. this doesn’t happen often, but you love when it does. you delight in falling asleep next to miyeon, even if she’s in a completely different bed.

“oh shit, i didn’t think to grab your pijamas before they fell asleep. you can just wear mine.”

she picks random clothes from her closet and hands them to you. she also picks some for herself and begins undressing. you get extremely flustered. even after all this time changing together for music shows and photo shoots and whatnot, you still can’t handle seeing her naked. when it’s any of the others, you’re not fazed at all, it’s only her.

she finishes changing and looks your way, rolling her eyes. “change! i don’t want you to fall asleep in those clothes.” she walks outside to do something and leaves you alone in the room. you try changing, but fall back on the bed instead. you’re so tired, you start to doze off again.

you fall asleep and awake a few minutes later to miyeon pulling your shirt off. you nearly die in that instant.

holy fuck.

“i told you to change.”

she completely takes your shirt off and throws it aside, turning back to you. her face is centimeters away from yours. so close that one rough move would make your lips touch.

you feel a sudden rush of adrenaline and lean into her without thinking. you immediately pull back, slapping a hand over your lips.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to.”

she’s frozen for a few seconds. you curse yourself as you feel tears forming in your eyes. why would you do that? that was so reckless. what if you just ruined your friendship with her?

“miyeon, i’m so sorry.”

she puts a hand on your cheek, bringing you in for a kiss. you swear you can feel every single thing on your mind fade away. the only feeling you’re aware of in this moment is her lips on yours. they’re warm and soft, just like you imagined.

“don’t apologize.”

she whispers against you lips with a smile. you pull her back in, deepening the kiss. you know it’s cliché, but you wish you could stay here forever. you part her lips with your tongue, gently pushing it inside her mouth. she giggles at your excitement, letting you take control of the kiss.

“how long have you been holding that in?”

she taunts as she pulls away, placing her hand on your thigh. “i don’t know.” she chuckles at you. “wanna know how long i’ve been holding it in?” your cheeks redden at her question. she’s liked you this entire time. why didn’t you do something sooner?!

“a very long time.” she leans in for another quick kiss before completely laying down on the bed. “finish changing and come cuddle with me.” you hop up and tear all of your clothes off, putting on your pijamas as quickly as you can.

“you’re so cute.” you hear her remark as you’re struggling to put your shorts on. as soon as you’re done, you jump back into bed, wrapping around her like a sloth. you plant kisses all over her face as she smiles, you just can’t contain yourself. you can’t fathom that she actually likes you. the girl you’ve been completely whipped for all this time actually likes you.

she pushes your hair out of you face, running her fingers through it.

“miyeon?” you ask while looking into her eyes. “yes?” she responds, still playing with your hair. “what are we now?” she kisses you again, bringing you closer to her chest.

“whatever you want us to be, pretty girl.”

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 8 months

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To add on to Jason reacting to his militia hitting on/having the hots for his beloved, I just imagined a scenario where his beloved is in a temporary holding cell after being taken, and the soldier guarding her gets a little too close to comfort (flirting with her, touching her hair, being intimidating) and Jason overhears everything on the comms channel and just… sees red

Ok this hit me so hard that I made a fake audiotape manuscript like the collectible tapes you find in-game

Darling: Look, I don't know what your boss told you, but I'm not important enough to make a good hostage. Batman's got a lot of shit going on, and I'm not high on his priority list. Militia: Don't sell yourself short, vigilante guys like him always come if you dangle a cute civilian in front of 'em. I know I would if I were him. Darling: Are you seriously flirting with me right now? Or is this just a terrible way of doing good cop, bad cop? Militia: What can I say, when you've been sweating in a South American training camp for months, and suddenly you're in charge of babysitting a girl like you, I can't help but try and shoot my shot. Darling: I'd rather you literally shoot me. Militia: Tell me, if this was good cop/bad cop, would you want me to be good? Or bad? Darling: I'd want you to fuck off and die. Go ahead. Make my dreams come true. Militia: You've got a mouth on you, y'know that? I bet I could make your dreams come true--all of 'em, over n' over, any n' every position... Darling: Get away from me! Militia: Nah. I feel like being bad cop right now. I'm gonna pat you down for weapons one more time, just in case you're hiding something special. *sound of door slamming open* Arkham Knight: Get the fuck away from her! *sound of someone's head being slammed against a wall, and the cocking of a gun* Militia: I--Sir, I was just-- Arkham Knight: I trained you to follow orders and to think with your head, not your dick. If you don't want me to waste a bullet on your empty skull, you'll apologize and then report to the barracks for me to make an example of you to the others. Militia: I...I'm sorry, sir-- Arkham Knight: To her! Militia: I'm sorry, I-I'm so sorry! Sir, I wasn't really gonna do anything-- Arkham Knight: Don't you dare try to lie to me. Now GO. *sound of boots scraping and door slamming shut* Arkham Knight: He won't go near you again, I'll make sure of that. Did he hurt you? Darling, voice shaky: This good cop, bad cop shit is so transparent. Just...let me go, I don't have anything you want, I want to go home...I want to go home... Arkham Knight: It's okay. I took you to keep you safe, not to make you a hostage. Darling: Keep me safe? From what, whatever terrorist attack or mass murder or whatever-the-fuck you're about to carry out? Arkham Knight: Yes. Once it's carried out, we'll go to another hideout I have and lay low for a while. Until then I'll have to keep you with me. I'll make sure the men in charge of watching over you understand not to touch you or talk to you without permission while I'm gone. This is NEVER gonna happen again. *Sound of armor shifting and moving, and rustling clothing* I swear I'm going to keep you safe and make sure nobody ever keeps us apart again. Heh. You know, I can finally keep that promise I made to you before. Remember? Darling: ...What are you-- Arkham Knight: I was going after Joker and I told you that I was gonna do what Bruce never could, that I'd kill him. And we got into this huge fight over my earpiece, you were begging me to think things through, that he wouldn't go down easy, that Bruce would find a way to stop me...and then you said, "I won't try to argue anymore. Just promise me that you'll come back--I'll yell at you and call you a reckless hotheaded asshole with a death wish and help you think of what to say to Bruce." Darling:You're-- Jason: A reckless hotheaded asshole with a death wish? You were right, ____. You were so right...

#.dc #.arkhamverse #.arkham knight #.jason todd #yandere dc #yandere arkhamverse #yandere arkham knight #yandere jason todd #.myshit

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hellcat8908 · 9 months

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what do you think about cassian, azriel or rhysand with s/o that has daddy issues, like she does small things to try to make him proud and at first he thinks she’s just being cute but he realizes the depth and her need for praise and what’s going on and just reassures her. i’m just literally projecting😀 they both develop a daddy kink after👀

Please, Daddy Rhysand × Female Reader

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Daddy kink, Fluff

You wandered into Rhys's office with a stack of paperwork before placing it on his desk. "What's this?" He asks as you take a seat in one of the chairs. "Just some paperwork I thought I'd help you out with." You try to answer calmly, but inside, your heart was racing as you hoped you hadn't crossed a boundary or messed anything up. You were desperate for his approval and praise. You watch as he reviews the paperwork, flipping back and forth between pages, analyzing your work. "This is incredible!" He finally says, allowing you to let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. "When did you start working on this?" He asks, sitting back in his chair. "The other day, you when you were drowning in papers and ready to lose it on someone. I just thought I'd try to lessen your load." You answer, focusing on his desk.

"Come here, princess." He says as he pats his lap. You stand and walk over to him. He pulls you into his lap and kisses you softly. "Have I told you lately how amazing you are?" He teases. "Not really. I could use a reminder." You answer, hoping he thinks your teasing as well instead of realizing how badly you want his praise. "You are a stunning and amazing woman, everything you do for me never goes unappreciated. I know I don't always tell you but I'm so proud to have you as my mate." Tears start welling in your eyes, you quickly try to blink them away but its too late. Your head quickly drops, "I've gotta go-" you're cut off when Rhys lifts your chin forcing you to look at him. "What's wrong, princess? Why are you crying?" You move your head out of his grip, "it's nothing, i'm okay."

Before you can excuse yourself, he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the couch in the corner sitting down as he craddles you in his arms. "You're not okay if you're crying, princess. Was it something i did?" You blush and bury your face in his chest, letting his scent calm you. He rubs your back, trying to help calm you as you tremble from crying. "Please talk to me. You're starting to worry me." He says softly while you grip his shirt. "It's embarrassing, and it doesn't really matter." You mumble. "It clearly matters to you, princess. I'm not here to judge you, I just want to understand." He says as he gently strokes your hair. "If you can't tell me, then please let me in." He pleads with you as you feel the gentle caress against your mental shields. You lower your shields, allowing him in.

You show him how you felt receiving his praise and how him telling you he was proud of you affected you. You shut him out before he can dig any deeper. You climb out of his lap and sprint from his office before he can stop you. You shut yourself in your bedroom and curl up in bed. You hear him knocking on the door but choose you to ignore him. You hear him open the door and feel him sit on the edge of the bed. "Princess, please talk to me. It's nothing to be embarrassed about." You don't face him. "I wish I would've known sooner so I could praise you all the time. I love all the little things you do around here." He tries to reassure you. "Do I need to worship my princess and show her how much I love it?" You turn to face him, "please, Daddy." You say before you can stop yourself.

Before you can hide from him, Rhys pins your hands above your head. "Do you have any idea how hard my cock is from hearing you call me daddy?! I wonder if I slip my hand in your pants how wet you would be. Stay right there, don't you dare move baby girl." He says before grabbing his belt and tying your hands to the headboard. He pulls your shirt up and pushes your bra down before making his way yo your pants. He unbuttons your pants and pulls them off tossing them aside along with your thong. "Are you going to be a good girl for daddy and let me show you how much i appreciate you?" You nod. "Use your words princess." He says while starting to kiss your neck down to your chest. "Yes daddy, I'll be a good girl, I promise." You moan as he licks and sucks your nipples before kissing down your body.

He spreads your legs and runs his two fingers through your center feeling how wet you are. He lets out a moan, "you're so wet for me. Your sweet little pussy is basically begging for daddys attention." You struggle with the belt, "please daddy, please I need you so bad, I promise I'll be a good girl." He smirks as his tongue teases you with short licks making you buck your hips, wanting more. He holds your legs open as he kisses up your thigh. His tongue tracing along your pussy before he starts devouring you. His arms hooked around your thighs his tongue teasing your clit making you even wetter. "I need you now." He says as he positions himself between your legs. You feel his warm hard cock pressing against you. His thrusts inside you in one go. "Baby girl, you take my cock so well. Does my baby girl like taking daddy's hard cock?" You moan as he start thrusting in and out of you. "Yes daddy. I love taking your cock deep inside me." You moan as you wrap your legs around his waist.

He grabs your hips and increases his thrusts pounding your pussy. He pulls out and flips you on your stomach telling you to lift your ass. He grabs your hips and buries his cock inside you again. He takes you harder using your hips for leverage. "You're doing such a good job, princess. Your little pussy is gripping me so tight." He takes you harder as you moan louder "daddy I'm gonna cum!" You moan "not without permission princess." He says speeding up his thrusts filling the room with the sound of him taking you hard. "Please daddy may I cum, please. I've been a good girl." You beg as you get closer to the edge. "Cum for daddy like the good girl you are. Cum all over daddys cock." He groans before releasing his cum inside you as you cum all over his hard cock.

Rhys releases your hands from the belt and pulls you into his arms. You climb in his lap and nestle into him. He shields you with his wings, "are you ok, baby girl? Did I hurt you?" He asks as he rubs soothing circles along your back. "I'm okay. It was just intense with a lot to take in." You say timidly. "Did you enjoy it?" He asks. "I always enjoy it, Daddy." You reassure him. "You did such a good job, princess." He says while gently rocking you. Soon, your eyes are heavy, and you find yourself falling asleep. Rhys holds you while you sleep, making sure you're comfortable. "You're the best part of my life, princess." He whispers before kissing the top of your head.

#acotar #sarah j maas #batboys #acotar fanfic #rhysand #rhysand x reader #acotar fic #acotar smut

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louwaffles · 1 year

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It’s 2:30am

SUMMARY just bucky and y/n getting down and dirty after drinking; short drabble one shot; gender neutral!reader/gender not specified

WARNING +18, NSFW, minors DNI unprotected sex, back-back breaking, swearing, mentions of alcohol,

AUTHOR NOTE this is my first one shot, so if it sucks ass, i know and i’m sorry

“Buck, oh fuck. Right there, fuck!”

Nothing had ever felt more blissful than this. Not that hot-ass pizza you shoved down your throat an hours ago or the buzz three bottles of wine and a dozen shots gave you just before this. Not even bombing an active Hydra base beat the rush flowing through you. Nothing had felt better. The hands that grabbed at your waist with every thrust and the hot breathing on your skin was euphoric, but it was the metal hand snaking up your body that sent shivers down your spine.

“Oh god- fuck . . . You feel so good for me. ” Bucky didn’t hold back his groans as he held himself inside you, pressing your hips closer to his. From your core, you could feel his dick twitch but felt resistance when you shimmied. A small laugh rushed past your lips feeling both his hands push your body deeper into the bed, “Don’t do that.”

“Why?” You were a breathless mess, but managed to say that word. Clouded with lust the longer he looked at you, all Bucky could do was press a kiss to your lips before slipping his metal hand around your neck.

And not a second later did he thrust deeper into you.

You couldn’t believe how big his cock was and how much space was left in your cunt. There was an ounce of pride in you that patted your shoulder for having the ability to hold Bucky’s dick in for so long, but it soon melted into a puddle when his tip collided with your g-spot. If you could, your body would have melted with your thoughts as you dropped your head onto the pillow.

From above, a proud smile spread across Bucky’s lips, seeing your head and eyes roll back. It was because of him you were in such a mess. Because he held you in your place and commanded your movements with his (very deep) voice pleasure was delivered to both of you.

After all you two had been through in the past week, this was one of the best ways to unwind. Someone had recommended the group to out for drinks, but those too battered to leave the compound opted for drinks at home. With the okay, whatever from Fury and assurance nothing would pop out in the night, everyone let themselves loose and drank to their hearts content.

The night of endless shots began at 7pm.

It was now 2:30am and the party was still going in your room, but only with two highly intoxicated, horny super soldiers.

“You’re taking me so well, baby, hmm?” The low whisper in your ear shook everything in you. Bucky’s lips gently nibbled on your earlobe before tracing deep kisses across your jaw to your lips. “Do you want more, baby? Do you want me to fill you up even more?”

“Please...” You barely breathed out, your eyes clenching at his cock moving through your wet hole. If you opened to even take a peek at his steel-gray gaze, you would have released yourself right then and there.

“Just please fuck me.”

The sweet whisper of your voice sent Bucky’s brain into overdrive and not a second later did his hips slam into yours. Successive thrusts, each harder than the next, ricocheted from your bodies to sound around the room. The soft jazz you put on to settle the mood barely registered in your ears. Instead, Bucky’s heavy breathing, curses, and praises to you flooded all your sense. Still coolest thing in the hot room, his metal hand slid down your body to grope your chest while his flesh hand interlocked yours above your head.

“Look at me, Y/N.” You did as you were told and stared into Bucky’s hooded stare. Even in the dark, you felt yourself get lost in his steel gaze and wished to be consumed by him. His lips opened to speak, but instead moans fell when your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, forcing him deeper into you.

“Look at me, Buck.” His eyes focused on you at your command.

A sly grin cracked on your face when you took his face in your free hand and kissed him. His tongue swirled around yours immediately and with the way he crashed himself into both your lips, you knew he was close. Bucky’s thrusts were less focused, messy as they slammed into you, and quickened faster than before. It was inevitable you knew his body before he released himself--the past four rounds gave you more than one chance.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re tight.” His eyes clenched while his forehead rested against yours, your breathes blending into one. You squeezed yourself around his cock with the last of your energy, but when his hands grasped your waist and slammed your waist into his, you let yourself and fall apart just as he did. Bucky’s cock twitching in your cunt only spurred out your release faster.

Left in a moaning mess whilst he rode out his blissful high, you forced your chest to rise and fall at a calmer rate while Bucky let his body fall next to you. Reaching for the floor, a discarded rag fortunately stolen from the dinner was used to wipe your body. Taking care of each of your limbs, the former assassin looked at you as if you were the most priceless ornament in the world. And you were. From the sole of your feet to the nape of your neck, Bucky wiped the sweat he could see before covering your bodies with the discarded sheets. It neither mattered you both were naked or on the cusp of another round, five was enough for now.

The lack of words didn’t bother you as your body molded perfectly into Bucky’s larger frame. Just being in his presence and knowing no one else had his attention sent butterflies wildly into your stomach. Same went for him. Bucky was never one of much words, but knowing you were safe in his arms and he was snaked around you made him the best man on earth.

#bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes smut one shot #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x gn!reader #avengers one shot #marvel one shot #bucky barnes #bucky barnes 18+

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cicimunson · 1 year

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What You Deserve

Author's Note: I'm easing back into writing, so this fic is super short but it's basically therapy for me rn. I do plan to resume all my series, gonna be on here much more.

Story Summary: You get your heart broken, and Eddie is there for you.

Ship: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Reader is really fucking sad, there's a stabbing joke, idk if that would bother someone but just in case.

You burst into Eddie’s trailer without knocking, practically sprinting down the hall to his room and flinging open the door. He and his friends jump when you barge in, startled, Gareth practically falling off the bed.

“Jesus, Y/N do you knock-” Eddie trails off as he notices your tear streaked face. “Alright guys, out.” He says immediately, waving a hand dismissively.

Jeff groans. “You’re kicking us out? We’re in the middle of campaign plotting!”

“Out!” Eddie repeats, pushing them towards the door.

“Of course his girlfriend ranks above us guys, don’t act surprised.” Dustin teases, tugging on Jeff’s arm.

“She’s not my girlfriend, for the millionth time.” Eddie rolls his eyes. He wishes though.

“Mhmm, tell us that the next time you kick us out.” Gareth grumbles.

“You don’t…Eddie, never mind, I didn’t realize you were busy.” You manage to choke out.

Dustin whirls towards you when he hears the pain in your voice and realizes you’re sobbing. “Nah Y/N, it’s totally okay, we were pretty much done.” He smiles sympathetically before elbowing Jeff in the ribs.

“I’m sorry.” You mumble.

“It’s okay Y/N, we really were wrapping it up.” Jeff pats your arm as they leave.

As soon as they’re out the door, Eddie pulls you into his arms, hugging you tightly. “Sweets, what’s wrong? What happened?”

You start to sob again, burying your face in his shoulder. “He chose her. He told me he was moving on and he chose her.”

“Oh fuck. I’m so sorry. Fuck.” Eddie snuggles you closer, stroking your hair. “You deserved better than that fucking prick anyways.”

You sniffle. “Stop, he wasn’t a prick. He told me we’d never be together and I kept on deluding myself into thinking we would somehow.”

“He also told you he was in love with you knowing that you two could never be. He never should have told you. He should have left you alone.”

“Stop, you always blame other people when I’m upset. This was on me. I saw him pulling away and I knew he was trying to move on and I still held on to hope. It just hurts. I was so fucking stupid.”

“Don’t ever say that about yourself again.” Eddie says sternly, brushing tears from your face with his thumb.

“It’s true. Of course he chose her. She’s perfect. She’s skinny and beautiful and uncomplicated and everything I’m not. I knew. I fucking knew he was gonna choose her.”

“Stop it. You are fucking perfect and if he can’t see that, if he can move on like you’re nothing, he’s the fucking stupid one.”

Eddie’s heart is breaking for you. To see you sobbing and hysterical, to see you so fucking broken, it’s almost more than he can take. You were the most amazing person he’d ever known, and he hated the guy for making you doubt that.

“I want him to move on and be happy, he deserves it. But I didn’t know it was gonna hurt this badly. I know it’s selfish but I can’t help but think “What about me? What am I supposed to do?”

“It’s not selfish. You are allowed to feel whatever you feel. Your feelings are valid and fuck anyone that makes you feel otherwise.” Eddie insists, hugging you close again. “I’ve got you, okay? I’m here for you, always.”

“Can we lay down? Please? I’ve cried to the point of exhaustion.” You mumble. All you’d done the entire day was sob and your eyes were so swollen you could barely hold them open.

He pulls you onto the bed with him, shifting onto his back so that you can rest your head on his chest. “Anything you need, sweets. I’m right here.” He murmurs, kissing the top of your head.

“Thank you. I’m really sorry that I interrupted your stuff with your friends.”

“Don’t apologize. You needed me. I’d drop anything if you needed me.” Eddie admits, grateful that you can’t see the blush creeping up his neck.

“You’re so sweet. I don’t know what I would do without you.” You lean up and kiss his cheek. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

He blushes more. “You’ll always have me, Y/N.”

“Your face is red, are you hot?” You start to lean back but he tugs you against him again.

“I’m fine. Stay.” He insists.

You snuggle into his arms, reaching a hand up to twist a lock of his hair around your fingers. Your tears stop after awhile, your sniffles subside. Eddie rocks you in his arms, humming a song soothingly.

“He broke my heart, Eds.” You whisper after a bit. “And I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay again.”

“You will. In time you won’t even remember him. Someone will mention his name and you’ll draw a blank. I promise you.”

“I don’t want to forget him. I just want the pain to stop.”

“It will, baby. Just give it time. And do whatever you need to do to feel better. Your feelings, your mental health, that’s what matters right now and fuck anyone that can’t see that.”

“You’re so insanely loyal, you know that? I could kill someone and you’d say it was their fault for running into my knife.”

“Shouldn’t have been running around sharp objects, totally their fault.” He quips, smoothing your hair as you look up at him. “Seriously, you will find happiness again. You don’t need anyone else to be happy. It comes from you, sweets.”

“You’re amazing, you know that, right?” You smile at him and realize it’s the first time you’ve smiled in days.

“There’s that gorgeous grin, I’ve missed that.” He can’t help but run his thumb over your bottom lip. Your breath hitches and your lips part as if they have a mind of their own.

Eddie groans softly, eyes fixated on your mouth. “Sweets…” His tone carries a warning.

You close off the space between the two of you and kiss him. Eddie returns the kiss, caught up in a moment of weakness. He should stop this. You’re not in the right mindset. But he indulges for a few more seconds before pulling away.

“We can’t.” He murmurs. “You need time and I understand that.”

You blush, starting to pull away from him. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

He tugs you back, shaking his head. “No, I’m glad you did. And I want to revisit this, when you’ve gotten over your heartbreak. I don’t want to be a rebound or a way to forget about him. I want to know that it’s real, Y/N, cause it’s real for me.”

“It is for me, too. But I agree, I need some time to process and move on from this.”

“Of course, sweets.”

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And Eddie does that. He gives you space and time, staying by your side to help you through your heartbreak. He holds your hand, he makes sure you eat and get some sleep, he listens to you cry and vent and scream and do everything you need to do to move on.

And one day someone brings up the guy you lost in conversation. Eddie’s eyes immediately flicker over to you, frowning.

But you’re okay. You barely register his name, your expression doesn’t change. You nod politely when someone tells you he’s engaged now, no trace of sadness or remorse on your face.

And that night, Eddie kisses you again for the first time in months. He cups your face and holds you close and tells you that he’s proud of you, that you’re amazing, and that you’re all his. Because after all, being happy with Eddie is what you deserve.

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vaguesxrrow · 22 days

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Heyy! Love your writing! Now that we got bisexual buck, I was hoping you could do buck from 911 x male!Reader, who is a Korean model?? I don't know, maybe they'll meet because of chimney but I will let you decide what you wanna do with it!

hii thanks sm for the request, it's been a while since ive written for 911. and tysm for your patience in getting this done - it's been like 10 days so oopsss 😅

buck / male korean model reader

a/n: background is that reader is friends with chimney and works as a model, but other than that there's nothing else specific

wc: 1335

tags: male reader, korean reader

what happens when you fly from korea to help the 118 shoot photos for the firefighter calendar?

"GUYS!" chim yelled, bursting through the walls of the changing room.

eddie flinched, muttering an exasperated 'mierda' as he picked up the shirt he dropped. ravi shrieked, covering it up with a deep cough. buck, who had been busy tugging on his shoes, fell flat on the ground with a resonant 'thud'.

"seriously, chim?" he said, rubbing his hip.

"my famous model friend is coming here!" chimney announced, oblivious to everyone's consternation. "he's from korea. his name's [name], and his team and him are gonna be doing the firefighter calendar photoshoot with us, and also a few photos for his personal project," he relayed, reading from his phone.

"wait a sec, when was this decided?" buck asked. "i don't know how i feel about an outsider coming to pose with our precious engines."

eddie rolled his eyes fondly and clapped buck across the shoulder. "buck up, buck. i think it's cool!"

ravi chimed in. "yeah, me too. when's he flying in?"

"tomorrow!" chim said chipperly.

eddie whistled. "that him?" he said, clicking on the profile picture. "he is one fine specimen of a man. i get why he's a model."

"buck, you should totally tap that," ravi agreed.

buck scowled. "he's hot, but not, like..." he groaned at his teammates' unconvinced looks. "okay, fine! he's hot. but he's not even a firefighter!"

⌦ --

you looked in awe at the firehouse, and its multiple engines and trucks parked out front, gleaming. maybe there was cleansing in the flame, you mused, as you marveled at how spotless everything was.

"it's so... clean," you told your photographer, lily. she murmured in agreement.

a laugh sounded. "yeah, that's cause we have a few clean freaks in the house," chimney said, ambling over to you. he gave you a hug, patting you on the back. "long time no see, man!"

"yeah, it's been forever, right? someone hasn't visited in a while," you teased.

chimney shrugged. "gotta take care of my family, you know?" he wiggled his fingers, showing off his wedding ring. "happily cuffed down now. what about you? found a hot guy that's struck your fancy?"

you shook your head in half bemusement, half wishfulness. "nope. not yet."

"ooh, what's this about a hot guy, chim? cause you've got one right here." a man gestured to himself up and down. his grey eyes sparkled as he grinned boyishly, clearly amused at his own joke. he had a birthmark on his temples, with ashy blonde hair, and god, wouldn't you like to run your hands through it-

"that's buck, ignore him," chimney said, shoving buck gently as he approached.

"hey!" he - buck - protested, turning to you. "definitely don't - oh wow.." his eyes scanned you up and down "i'm buck."

you smirked. "hi, buck. i'm [name]."

"no, yeah, i know," he breathed, then cleared his throat when chimney snorted, seeming to catch himself. "so, uh, you're here for the photoshoot!"

"i am," you affirmed. "thanks for having me." you smiled sincerely. it genuinely was cool to be here, in a firehouse with all its american glory.

"happy to have you here, brother," chimney said. "especially buck over here."

not so subtly, buck kicked him in the shin and chimney yelped.

⌦ --

cameras flashed, shutters clicking rapidly. you stood against the firetruck, a fireproof jacket draped over your bare shoulders, revealing your equally bare abdomen. the trousers you had on were baggy. you definitely looked nothing like a real firefighter in your impractical (and incomplete) getup, but you were excited anyway. secretly, you hoped you'd be able to try on the helmets.

"why are they going so fast?" buck questioned, disgruntled.

you laughed. "it's just how they do it. more shots means more good pictures."

"easy for you to say," he grumbled. his eyes swept over your body, not for the first time. "all your shots must be good."

"you calling me hot, evan?" you challenged.

"i think you know the answer to that."

you resisted the urge to respond with another flirtatious comment as your photographer instructed you off the set. she approached you, studying the photos in her camera intently. lily had been your photographer since forever, and you trusted that her work would be amazing as always. despite this, though, you became breathless at the sight of the first picture. buck was the focus of this one, the camera being more angles towards him than it was to you. he was wearing the unreasonably tight LAFD shirt, with the firefighter pants that were a size up than what he usually wore (as he had complained).

he looked perfect, you thought. his head was tilted back in a half laugh, and his bicep muscles were prominent from the way he had his hands poised on the back of his waist.

"it's really good, lily," you said.

"really?" she asked. "i was asking what you thought of getting rid of this one."

"oh." you flushed. "um. i'd kind of like to keep it. even if you don't use it."

she looked at you inquisitively. "sure..." she said. "well, why don't you go take a break, and we'll do another set of photos in 20 minutes?"

you nodded in affirmation, shooting her a thumbs up as you walked away to where you saw buck, chimney, and hen conversing, sipping from coffee cups.

"hey," you greeted as you walked up to them, a bit hesitantly. "mind if i join?"

hen smiled at you, maybe a bit too widely. "of course not!"

"no more photos you gotta pose for, supermodel?" chim teased.

you chuckled, ribbing him playfully in the side. "nah, 20 minute break."

"well, have you had a tour of the firehouse yet?" hen asked.

"unfortunately not."

"me!" buck blurted. "i mean, uh, i'd be happy to show you around."

"awh," you said. "thanks."

hen and chim exchanged knowing looks. "you go do that, buck." hen shooed him away.

"come on, [name]." buck took you by the hand. "time for the grand tour."

honestly, you would've given up the grand tour if it meant getting to hold evan buckley's hand for the rest of your life. it was as if your fingers had been molded perfectly for each other. his rough, calloused palms contrasted your soft ones. they juxtaposed each other, you noticed, looking down at your joined hands.

buck led you through the firehouse. annoyingly (pleasingly), he kept hold of your hand throughout the whole tour. it was only when you climbed the stairs and reached the communal bedroom that he let go to hold open the door for you, and you thought you might swoon then and there.

"leading me to your bedroom already? that's very forward," you joked.

buck chuckled, ducking his head in a way that made you want to tilt his chin right back up again. "if you ask my teammates, they'll be sure to tell you i usually bring people to the fire engines themselves, not the rooms."

you raised your eyebrows in surprise. "and when do you plan on... bringing me somewhere?" as you spoke, you inched closer and closer to him, almost unconsciously, as if there was some magnetic force between you.

buck's breath hitched audibly. "i wasn't... i mean, i wasn't sure if you were interested in me the way i'm interested in you."

"i am."

his eyes darted to your lips, then back up to meet your intense gaze. "then can i...?"

you leaned forward, just enough for your lips to brush. "yeah," you whispered.

buck surged forward to kiss you. your hands came up to his forearms, as his settled on your waist. he was so close, that you thought it might send your heart into overdrive, but at the same time it felt your heart may shatter if he didn't get closer.

when you pulled apart, both of you were breathless, and had a slightly dazed look about you.

"we should go out for coffee," buck said. "i mean, if you want to."

"evan," you laughed. "of course i want to.”

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s0ulsniper · 1 year

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our little secret

peter Parker x crush!reader -- ned Leeds x platonic!reader

summary: only ned knows about y/n's crush on peter, and Peter's crush on y/n. they all decide to hangout for an annual lego build.

word count: not alot

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the day started off normal, darting from class to class stopping by and saying hi to your best friends when you had the chance.

good thing was -- it's a Friday. Which means that peter, ned, and you were hanging out after school.

you grip your hand over your backpack strap and walk out of the entrance on the side of the school, mainly leading to the football field and parking lot.

you sit on top of the concrete fence, waiting for ned to get here. peter told the both of you during lunch he would meet you guys at his house, and that he had to run an errand real quick.

" y/n? " you hear a voice call from behind you and you turn around, seeing ned walking up to you with a box in his hand.

you jump off the ledge, inspecting the box.

" watcha got there, ned? " you ask and he smiles wiggling his eyebrows.

" you aren't gonna believe it. you'll see when we get to peter's. "

you nod and starting walking down the stairs, chatting with ned while walking to peter's apartment.

you guys make it to the large building, and you buzz in on every buzzer, knowing someone would let you in.

the door clicks and you open it, holding it for ned.

" you excited to see your boyfriend, y/n?" ned asks walking through the doorway, and you purposely close the door early to hit the back of his shoe, unbalancing him for a moment.

" knock it off, ned. you know he isn't my boyfriend. "

he rolls his eyes and walks to the stairs, waiting for you to open the door.

" oh but you definitely wish he was. " he quarrels.

you open the door, darting up the stairs and walk down the hallway to aunt may's room.

you knock on the door, waiting a couple moments before hearing the door unlock and open.

" oh hi, y/n! I'm assuming peter will be a little late? "

you smile and nod hearing ned walk up to the door panting.

aunt may cracks open the door, letting you guys in.

" what did you guys run a marathon before this? " she asks seeing neds state.

you laugh and pat his arm.

" yeah, but he'll be okay. "

you walk to peter's room, cracking open the door and open the blinds, sticking to the natural lighting.

ned walks in and sets the box on peter's desk, flicking the light on.

you groan and sit down on the bottom bunk of Peter's bed.

" turn that shit off, ned. " You complain.

he rolls his eyes and turns the light off.

" see? It's better with just using the sun and the lamps. "

you kick your shoes off, laying back into Peter's bed, relaxing in the overlapping scent from his bed.

" so what do you have in the box? " You quiz, watching ned cut the box open.

" our next project, dear y/n. " he replies pulling out a box labeled as a Lego version of a giant avengers ship.

" wow, I thought it was gonna be a bomb or something. " you joke and put your hands behind your head, resting on them.

after a little of ned going on a rant about his Lego pieces, and you simply nodding and saying "yep" to everything, peter arrived at the apartment.

the door opens and peter walks in, pulling his jacket off.

" hey guys. " he greets and you stare at him quizzically.

" where's your backpack? " you ask, sitting up and putting your hands on the side of his bed.

" oh uhm- I just left it in chemistry class by accident. " he replies and you nod laying back into the position you were in.

peter sits at your feet and asks about the new lego set.

you couldn't help but stare at peter while he talked about how excited he was. you didn't even process a word he said, just saw his lips moving, and the way he uses his hands to abbreviate his words.

" speaking of that, I have to go home. mom is making a special new recipe and wants me to try it. " ned says, breaking you from your state while he packs up his stuff.

" oh alright, have fun with that. " peter laughs.

" have fun, lovebirds. maybe this time you'll make a move. " ned mumbles but we both hear it, and I can definitely feel the room get warmer.

" ned you shitbag- " you start but he's already gone, and the door clicks shut.

you sit up to try to explain what ned meant.

" ned was just joking around and- " you start but are cut off again by peter pressing his lips to yours, his hands cupping your face.

he pulls away quickly, realizing what he did.

his face contorts and he puts his hands out.

" I swear I didn't mean to do that- well I meant to do it. but like I didn't mean to...I was just thinking about doing it in my head. You know? I'm really sorry y/n. "

you breathe out and feel your face get hot.

" please do that again. " you mumble.

his face curls in confusion, not hearing what you said.

" I said please kiss me again. "

his mouth ajars slightly and his eyes flick between yours and your lips.

and it's like something clicks, he pulls you in suddenly, one hand on your cheek and the other on the side of your neck.

the kiss turns heated, your tongue drags on his bottom lip and you tug on his hair, feeling him groan and his mouth opens.

His hand grips down to your waist, pushing you back into the bed to climb over you.

you take his hand and move it down to your thigh, letting him know it's okay to explore while you pull his waist to get him closer to you.

you pull away, ever so slightly feeling your foreheads touch and you smile seeing his state, hair messed up, and his lips swollen and red from kissing.

" you don't know how long ive been thinking of doing that. " he admits and you quickly kiss him, his head falling to the crook of your neck.

" maybe I won't have to kill ned. " you tell him and feel him smile into your neck.

you enjoy it, sitting in silence feeling his bodyweight on yours, while you play with his hair.

both of you have an admirable relationship ahead.

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ghostofthemost141 · 5 months

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Serene

Chapter 6

Ch.1. Ch.2. Ch.3. Ch.4. Ch.5.

Pairing: Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish xF!Reader

Word Count: 2,334

About: You were on vacation to the beach and you think you're about to die when you're caught in a riptide until an unlikely hero, your now boyfriend, comes to your rescue. Precisely a Scottish man that bores a tail. And now, the secret is out. Kind of.

!Warnings!: Details of Past SA and Abuse

Italics means Third Person POV

Notes: Some more relationship building between you and Johnny. Hope y'all enjoy.

Taglist: @darling006

The intense silence only made you more and more nauseous the longer it remained. Your Uncle Ale stood there, in visible shock at what he just saw.

“W-What is this?” Ale asked, still in disbelief.

“I'm sorry, Ale.” I softly mumbled, feeling so much guilt and I just knew he was disappointed in me.

Alejandro remained in silence with his mouth agape open. He wasn't necessarily mad but he was quite shocked and surprised to find a guy who he has never met sucking on his niece's face.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you had a boyfriend?” Ale asked me.

“I just..I was afraid of how you would react.”

“Why?” He asked.

“Remember Craig?”

Alejandro remembers him quite well. Craig was your first love and boyfriend. Upon first meeting him, Ale was sketched out by Craig. There was just something about him that didn't sit right with Ale. He could never place the feeling until you came home crying one night. You had planned to stay the night at Craig’s place and he didn't expect you home so when you came home late, he immediately came to your aid. Craig had forced himself onto you after you told him ‘no’ and ‘that you weren't ready.’ That didn't stop Craig unfortunately. You told Ale what had happened and it took everything in Ale to not go to his house and kill him. Your Uncle was tough and knew how to really hurt someone on account he used to be a Colonel. He didn't do that because he realized that you were more important to him. You needed him. He still got Craig taken care of, oddly enough to haven't seen him since he did that to you which was about two years ago, but you never questioned it. You were just happy he was out of your life. That odd feeling he had in his gut about Craig turned out to be real. But upon looking at this guy, who was sucking on niece’s face, he didn't get that feeling at all. Sure he had piercing blue eyes, but he didn't feel that same feeling he had about Craig.

“Estrella, Craig was a horrible man. You know I would support you in whatever you do.” Ale reassured me.

I still couldn't help but feel some guilt in my gut. I knew I should've told Alejandro about Johnny. I felt Johnny rub my back in comfort.

“I'm Johnny.” Johnny introduced himself to Ale, sticking his hand out for a handshake.

Ale willingly shook Johnny’s hand.

Little did you know that Ale was appreciative of shaking his head, already indicating that he not only cared about you, but also your family and close friends. Craig never did that.

“It's nice to meet you, Johnny.”

Ale then turned to you, walking up to you and bending down to your level.

“Cariña, I am not mad at you. Yes I wish you would've told me before I caught y’all sucking on each other’s faces.” Ale chuckled as he said that, making Johnny and I giggle, “But I can already tell he's a way better man than Craig ever was.”

“I know Uncle Ale. Still I'm sorry.” I apologized.

“It's okay, Dove.” Ale patted my leg in reassurance.

Alejandro stood up and faced Johnny.

“This young lady here, my estrella, my niece, she is my whole world, got it?” Ale half jokingly, half seriously told Johnny.

“Sí, señor. La protegeré y cuidaré.[Yes sir. I will protect and care for her].” Johnny spoke.

Ale’s eyes went wide, like comically wide, as Johnny spoke perfect Spanish.

“Ah, tu novio sabe español, Dove.[Ah, your boyfriend knows Spanish, Dove]” Ale said with a smirk.

“Sí, señor.” Johnny said.

I could tell Johnny was doing this to make a good impression on my Uncle and probably to make up for the fact that Ale caught us making out.

“You kids better behave yourselves, está bien?”

“Yes sir.” Johnny and I said in unison.

“We might as well have dinner together then.” Ale announced.

“Do you want me to help with that Mr?” Johnny paused, not recalling being told his last name.

“It’s Vargas. But you can call me Alejandro, hermano.” Ale told him.

That told you everything you needed to know. Your uncle already likes Johnny, but he was mostly relieved that you found someone that wasn’t like Craig. And he is happy that you are finding ways to cope with what happened.

“Thank you, but you kids go out and do whatever. Just be back by seven pm, okay?” Alejandro told us.

“Got it.”

“Yes, sir.” Johnny followed with.

With that, Alejandro smiled at both of y’all and left your room, leaving the two of you in there.

“Holy fuck, I thought that was going to be much much worse.” I whispered to Johnny so Ale wouldn’t hear.

Johnny approached you and held you in his arms, squeezing you tightly.

“I thought he was gonna focking kill meh. Those daggers.” Johnny mumbled, trying to refrain from laughing.

“Oh yeah, he’s got that Papa Bear stare.” I agreed, making both of us giggle.

Johnny then suddenly leaned in and kissed my lips. I kissed back, as if I was hungry for him. I was hungry for that feeling we were feeling just moments ago. It’s something I have never felt before with a man. Johnny pulled away but remained close, his bright blue eyes staring into mine, sending chills down my spine.

“You’re so bloody fucking pretty, Dove.”

Oh Lord have mercy, what was this that I was feeling? Johnny then dragged a finger down my cheek, slowly.

“So pretty.”

“My uncle is here, Johnny.” I remind him.

“I know.” Johnny smirked, making me chuckle.

“I do really want to get to know you though.” Johnny said, giving me a genuine smile.

“Where do you wanna go?”

“I know a spot.” Johnny said.

“So you’re telling me you have been to Lousianna before?”

“Once or twice.” Johnny replied as we sat down at the park bench.

The sun was slowly going down, slowly painting the skies a beautiful orange and yellow color. Johnny sat to the left of you, letting you sit as close as you wanted to him in which you were shoulder to shoulder.

“I don’t think I have ever been to this park actually.” I mention.

“Well I am honored to have taken you to it for the first time.” Johnny mentioned, pecking my temple.

His lips were so soft. They were like heaven.

Silence was met between the two of y’all, but it was a good silence and not an awkward nor bad one. You felt Johnny’s hand graze your thigh, as if he was nonverbally asking for permission. You trusted Johnny so you pushed your leg up against his. Johnny smiled at you as he placed his hand on your thigh but kept it still in place and never moving down. Instead he kept his hand still and rubbed circles onto your skin with his thumb.

“So tell me,” Johnny started, “who are you?”

“I am Dove Vargas, niece to an ex military colonel officer who lives with said uncle because my parents died in a very bad accident years ago who is also very traumatized by men other than my uncle and you.” I bluntly but briefly told Johnny.

“That’s a lot.” Johnny jokes.

“Yeah.”

You blush, feeling Johnny stare at you. It made you feel flustered, but in a good way. You liked feeling like you were important to someone other than your family.

“I have always been wary of other men besides my Uncle. And it was cause of Craig but I know that you, Johnny, wouldn't do that to me.” I say.

“Never. I never would, Dove.” Johnny firmly said, just enough to know he meant it.

“I know, hence why I trust you.”

“I trust you too, lass. I know you wouldn’t tell anyone about me secret.”

Johnny felt reassured knowing he could trust you with his big secret that he was in fact half mermaid. Other women have reeked in disgust with Johnny and told all their friends about him. Even though no one believed them, he still felt hurt that they went and told on him basically. But you? He knew you wouldn’t say a damn word to anyone. You leaned onto Johnny’s shoulder, feeling how soft and comfy his broad shoulder was. Johnny smiled like a little kid, seeing you be comfortable on him. It warmed his heart.

“Craig is why I am so afraid of what my professor will do.” I mumbled, not caring if Johnny heard me or not.

Luckily for you, Johnny has super hearing, needed for the deep, deep ocean he swims in but it still works on land. Johnny then wrapped his arm around you, bringing you even closer to comfort you.

“Aye, I understand, Dove. Honestly, you’re the first woman I have ever let meself get close with in a long time.” Johnny mentioned.

You crane your neck to look up at him.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

Johnny gently ran his fingers through your hair, trying to figure out the words on what to say. Johnny felt like he could trust you with this information.

“The last lass I was seeing, I had warned ‘er about how I looked. And when it came to the hanky panky, she saw my, you know, and well she grew disgusted. She was the last lass I trusted with me secret and despite knowing what I was, she just grew disgusted and then started laughing at me. Laughin’ at me for how gross I looked! I can’t help it ya know?” Johnny explained with frustration in his tone.

I held Johnny as he confessed to me what happened. I swear to God I will find out where this bitch lives.

Little did you know, Johnny felt the same way about Craig.

“I am so sorry, Johnny.” I apologized.

“It ain’t your bloody fault, hen. It’s just..even after all of that, all of that trust built and she tore it down within a second of seeing me skin for the first time. That ain’t even the worst part about it.”

I could feel the blood boiling in my blood as he said that. I rose up and stood up straight to face Johnny.

“What did she do to you, Johnny?” I ask.

“After she got done laughin’ at me, she stuck her fingers into my gills to ‘feel them’ and well it focking hurt! It’s like someone stubbing your organs you know? And when I groaned in pain, she just kept doin’ it and laughin’ at me. Like me being in pain was funny to ‘er.”

You held Johnny tightly, hearing his assault. It shouldn’t have happened, regardless of whether he was human or not.

“I am so sorry Johnny.” I apologized, holding him tightly.

“Eh, it’s okay, Dove. I’m okay. Now that I have you.” Johnny smiled as he said this, making my heart race.

You smile as Johnny leans down to kiss your head.

“Yeah um,” I hesitated, trying to collect the words to say, “it’s kind of what happened with Craig.”

Johnny turns to you, giving you his full undivided attention.

“I wasn’t..ready to do the deed. But he was very well ready. And well he invited me to go over to his place and stay the night. Sounded innocent enough, so I went. Well, I ended up banging on the door to my uncle’s place at like three in the morning cause I managed to drive back home in hysterics without wrecking.” I explained, feeling Johnny’s comfort grow more and more.

“What did he do to you, Dove?”

You could hear a sense of anger but also protectiveness in his tone. Like he was ready to pounce but not on you.

“He..forced himself in me. I fought, kicked, scratched, bit, until he finally let me go and I managed to grab my clothes, scramble to my car and I drove home naked. I only managed to get my clothes on until I parked at my uncle’s place. I put my clothes on, got in and told him what happened. He wanted to send his former second in command to ‘teach him a lesson’ a.k.a the person who took over his position in the military.” I explain some more.

“Dove..I am so sorry. I swear if I ever see him-”

“You won’t have to worry about that, trust me. Rudy, Ale’s former second in command, just threatened him and he was gone in a flash. All it took was a verbal threat, how about that?” I half joked.

Johnny rubbed your back in comfort, feeling all that you were feeling. It was how he felt when his assault happened.

“I am here for you, Dove. No matter what, I will always be here.” Johnny told me.

I turned to find him leaning in close to me.

“I know. And I will always be there for you too, Johnny.”

You closed the gap first, placing your lips onto Johnny’s, feeling your slightly chapped lips onto his impeccable soft ones. That same feeling came back again. The same warm, craving feeling you get with Johnny. You wanted him. You wanted him so damn badly.

“Johnny..”

You moaning his name went straight to his core. He could feel the same warm, craving feeling you were feeling. You could feel Johnny graze his tongue over your lips and you opened your mouth, letting him have access to you. Johnny’s tongue explored your mouth as your hands landed on his shoulders and his hands landed on your hips, pulling you closer to him. This was everything you wanted in life, to be free from Craig’s demise, to be your own person again, to be free from his being, to be free from-

“Now what do we have here?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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ikemen-trifecta · 2 years

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can I get a coffee with genshin or obey me! characters reacting to their s/o coming out as asexual on top? /lh

Here you go~! Your order served with extra whip cream, some chocolate drizzle, and a cherry on top!!!

I had so much fun writing this, and I hope everyone reading this loves it too!!! :D And remember~ you all are valid!! <3

Enjoy!!! <3 ~ Mod Astraea!! >:3

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💖⚠️caution!! It’s super sweet!!!⚠️💖

Coming Out as Asexual to the Demon Brothers!!

Lucifer:

Would be super understanding!

“Thank you for sharing this with me MC. I love to know more about you.”

He will ruffle your hair and any anxiety you had inside of you away with a sweet smile on his face

As long as he gets to spend time with you and have you by his side, that is all that matters <3

“Your very presence is so soothing to me. Now come closer, I want to hold you.”

After you told him he would be extra careful to make sure you were comfortable with anything he did, even gentle touches to brush a strand of hair out of your face, or to get a bit of food on your cheek.

“(y/n) you have a bit of cream on your cheek…may I?”

NOT TO MENTION HOW SWEET HE WOULD BE <3

“Please, tell me all the ways that you do wish to be touched. I'll give you my undivided attention.” FELL TO MY KNEES AT WALMART

Would be so respectful of your boundaries~ the epitome of a gentleman!!

Mammon:

“Oh! Y-ya are? That’s pretty cool…”

You can tell from his facial expressions and how he’s stuttering he has absolutely no idea what that means

After you explain it to him, he totally accepts you!!

To him, head rubs and holding hands means everything <3 EMPHASIS ON THE HEAD RUBS

And he would never give those up for anything in the world! He feels like a million Grimm every time you pat his head!!

And now that you’ve told him he feels so special!! He’ll be all like (y/n) told me…ME!!

If someone tries to make fun of you for your sexual orientation, expect him to run to your defense and go into attack mode!!

“No one makes fun of my human, ya hear me!? If any stupids act mean to you, I’ll give 'em’ a piece of the Great Mammon!”

It makes the “I was y/n’s first!!!” jokes so funny though ashdjksl

LIKE “mAMS PLEASE-”

Leviathan:

“Do you…still like me?” Poor baby is worried that he may not be good enough T-T

“Of course I do!! You cry out and explain, “I don’t feel sexual attraction at all, and I just never want to have sex in general. I love you lots Levi!! Thiisss much!!” You extend your arms out by your side as far as they can possibly go, which immediately puts a blush on his face.

His worries fade into happiness, and when you ask how he feels about it he goes, “I d-don’t mind at all! If it means I can still play games together all day with you and do the things we love together, it doesn’t matter to me in the slightest!”

He adds with a slight blush while glancing over to the side, “I mean that’s normie stuff anyways!! I’m comfortable like this with you!”

He’s also over the moon that you trusted him with this and told him!! <3

Would gift you little pins like the ones adorned on his shirt with the Asexual pride flag!! So you can match with him too hehe

Shows you characters who are also asexual!! He would want you to feel represented, and you guys would also head canon characters together that you feel are asexual too!!

He thinks the way you say, “that’s me!!�� when watching a show with an asexual character and your whole face lights up is the cutest thing ever! Levi knows exactly how it feels to see someone like yourself in the media, and how big of a comfort it is!

This also opens up to squealing over kins together <3

Satan:

“Okay, that’s cool. We don’t need to do anything you're not comfortable with. I’ll show you how much I care about you in other ways. It’s your sexuality and it’s part of you…and I love every part of you.”

You almost have tears of happiness in your eyes!! “Satan that was so sweet…”

“Oh, hush you,” he says with the biggest blush on his face

He’ll honestly be so proud of you for coming out because he knows it’s not easy!

AND YES IN OTHER WAYS HE SHOWS YOU LOVE~ HE DOES INDEED <3

Because is there anything better than sex? Yeah, a really good book!

He will read a lot about it and educate himself on the topic as much as possible!! Best ally ever <3

And he will read to you while you lay your head on his lap <3

Asmodeus:

If you were nervous about telling him cause he’s the Avatar of Lust - don’t be!!

He will immediately cup your cheeks and pepper your forehead with kisses~!

"Being with you makes me happy and I can see every day how happy you are with me! That’s all that matters (y/n)!"

Would buy you pride flags and make his own with cute designs with the colors to support you!!

THE MOST ROMANTIC GESTURES IN THE WORLD

He will adorn his bathroom with divinely scented candles and rose petals to bathe together with you - only if you’re comfortable with it!

Lots of self-care with him~ face masks, bath bombs~ you know it!

Oh and of course massages are a must!! It makes him feel close to you <3

Also, if you’re open about being ace, he will totally paint your nails white, black, and purple and make them look beautiful!

He will constantly let you know that sexual feelings aren’t everything, and that there is so much more than that! He will always reassure you that he is there to give you love and affection~

“I will always be ready to give you so much love! Nothing will ever change that hon~”

Beelzebub:

You know all too well that Beel loves his food! So, you know just what route you should go with this! The cake analogy!!

At first, when you start explaining how some people like chocolate and vanilla, he lights up and starts engaging intensely with your explanation

And then when you tell him, “so basically, I’d rather eat cake than have sex!!” he immediately understands!!

All the talk of cake makes his stomach growl

“MC, would you like to go get cake with me?” to which you happily go out on a cake eating date with him!!

You grin and just KNOW you have to tell him about all the garlic bread memes

And surprise surprise~ he loves them

“There’s nothing better than eating food with you. It tastes even yummier when we’re together and fills me up in another way. There’s no better feeling than this.” :D

Belphegor:

"That's fine, I still love you (y/n), it doesn't change a single thing."

CUDDLE SESSIONS CUDDLE SESSIONS

Belphie is so down to just cuddle with you!

Sometimes he would like to rest his head on your bare tummy/thighs because he’s big on physical touch and it makes him feel close to you

And your heart!! Whenever he rests his head on your chest and hears the sound of your heart beating it makes him feel so warm and fuzzy

After telling him, you two lay on soft blankets together, hands intertwined. It’s so quiet and comfortable, and just as you think to yourself that this couldn’t get any better, Belphie mutters out in a sleepy voice, “I want you by my side forever and always…” Truly the magic words for this tranquil and enchanting moment shared between the two of you <3

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 1 year

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Part 16

Masterlist

Series masterlist

Part 15 🍂 Part 17

Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: None, unless you consider tooth-rotting fluff a warning? There's definitely some swearing. But there's always swearing when I'm the one writing...

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: I had to do the formatting in the app, so sorry if it's screwed! @keanureevesisbae I didn't want to make you wait until Tuesday ;) (I'll happily make everyone wait until Tuesday for the next chapter, though, because a) I still have to write it and b) I'm not doing this on my tablet again.

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @omgkatinka @summersong69 @diegos-butt @beck07990 @peaches1958 @pandaxnienke

“Fuck! Sy!” Jules was very much not happy. “You weren’t supposed to be here today. You said you were going to Lara’s after work!”

“I just had to pick something up!”

“Did you ever consider calling first?”

“I’m sorry? I’m not the one fucking on the kitchen table midday. I should be yelling at you!” Sy’s voice was low but he did look plenty pissed off.

“No, Sy. This is my house, and as long as I’m screwing my fiancé on my kitchen table, you have fuck all to say about that,” Jules shrieked, “what you should be doing, as a grown man of thirty goddamn years old, is live on your own, instead of staying with your engaged cousin.” The minute she said it she regretted it, and unfortunately, she also knew that she was going to regret what was she was going to say next. “But since you can’t seem to hold a woman long enough to finally start living the life you claim you wanna live, here we fucking are! And I can’t take this anymore, I want you out of my house, Sy!” Yeah, she definitely went overboard on that one. Anyone could immediately tell form the deeply hurt expression Sy tried to hide before he turned around and made his way to the front door.

“Leave your key!” She shouted after him. Pat nudged her in softly in her ribs, and she turned around to him when she heard the door slam shut.

“Was that necessary, Jules?” Of course Pat was angry – and rightfully so. Julie really shouldn’t have said half the things she said, but the gist of it – that Sy should find his own place to live – was probably true. Patrick couldn’t exactly appreciate the reasoning, though. It’s true that everyone was on edge about the living arrangements, but Sy was family, and that meant something.

“Pat?” That was a surprise; he never called you. “What’s up?”

“Is Sy with you?” He sounded concerned, why did he sound concerned? Was there reason to be concerned? You forced yourself to calm down.

“Should I be worried, Patrick?” Who were you even kidding, you already were?

“No, he left here fifteen minutes ago after a fight with Jules, we’re guessin’ he went to your place… Can you just give me a call if he’s not there in ten minutes?” You were about to promise Pat you would when you heard someone at the front door.

“Wait, I think he’s here,” you said as you walked to the door. It opened, and Sy stepped inside. “It’s him. I’ll talk to you.” You didn’t wait for an answer, and just hung up the phone.

“Babe, are you-” The way he pulled you into that hug told you everything you needed to know: He wasn’t okay. Sy didn’t speak or even make a sound as you slowly wriggled your way out of his embrace, he just looked at you with the most heartbreaking puppy-eyes. He followed you to the couch and you just sat there for a while, neither of you saying anything – neither of you knowing what to say or how. After a while Sy looked through the room. The living room was still largely empty; it was too big and you just didn’t have enough furniture. His eyes landed on the fireplace.

“Still no firewood, huh?” He poked at your sides, which made you squeal. Sy shook his head when you said you’d been meaning to get some. “Why don’t you let me do it?”

You had been trying your very best to not let him do it, because you were fairly sure that you’d propose on the spot if you saw this man swinging an axe around in your backyard, but he looked like he needed to work through some anger, and you were all out of carpet.

“What did you tell him, Jules?” You sounded angrier than you had first intended, but that sad look in his eyes was firmly etched into your memory, and it made you mad. Disproportionately mad, maybe, but whether or not your level of anger was justified was not up to Jules. Your mouth fell open when she repeated her words from earlier this morning to you. “You cruel bitch, Jules!”

“I know! I didn’t mean it, I was pissed…”

“Not an excuse, but out of curiosity… What did he do to piss you off, even?”

“He kinda… Walked in on me and Pat…” Ok, so he barged into their bedroom unannounced. In all fairness, that would piss you off, too. “On the kitchen table.”

Jules had to listen to your hysterical laughter for a solid minute; by then you had finally calmed down enough to speak, but it wouldn’t take much to set you off again.

“I’m sorry,” you said, “but you deserved what you got. I’m still mad at you, make this right.” You were a little snappy when you hung up the phone. This little hilarious story – which you hoped you’d be able to lord over her for all eternity – couldn’t make up for the hurtful things she’d said to Sy.

Suddenly, two familiar arms wrapped around you from behind. “She didn’t mean it, Sugar,” Sy mumbled as he gave you a kiss in your neck. As always, it managed to make you moan instantly – that was why he liked doing it so much. It didn’t help that he smelled of sweat and wood and whatever else he usually smelled of. It was musky and manly and it messed with your head.

“She still shouldn’t have said it,” you said as you crossed your arms demonstratively, “there’s no way I’m going to let her talk to my man like that.” The words were out before you realized it, and the grin on Sy’s face gave away that they didn’t go unnoticed.

“I like the sound of that, Sugar.” He turned you around so he could kiss you. “But don’t get too caught up in it, I’m sure she’s sorry.”

You scoffed. Could this guy forgive everything so easily? Either Sy could really read your mind, or your face gave away a little too much. Either way, he laughed.

“Don’t you go thinkin’ you can get away with everything, darlin’.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “But I get it. They ain’t been livin’ together long, just got engaged. They want time to themselves and I really understand why she wants me out of the house.”

“She wants you what?” That was the first time you were hearing that…

“Jules didn’t mention that on the phone?” You shook your head in reply to his question. “She wants me to move out. And I’m pretty sure she meant that part…”

You knew Julie more than well enough to know he was probably right. Sy sighed deeply as he sank down into a kitchen chair and buried his face in his hands. You heard him mumble something about staying in a motel while he looked for a place, and before you could stop yourself, you heard yourself speak: “Why don’t you just stay here, Sy?”

His eyes were wide with surprise when he looked up at you. “Are you sure, darlin’? You’re okay with that?”

“Of course, Sy.” You took the chair next to him and took his hands in yours. For some reason, your felt your heart beat hard in your throat.

“I can also just stay at a motel while I look for something permanent,” he said, “that’s okay, too.”

“Sy…” You were really going to say it, weren’t you? Oh God, you were… “What if this was something permanent?”

Sy looked at you for a moment before a smile spread across his face. “I’m all in if you are, Sugar.”

#syverson x ofc #syverson #captain syverson fanfiction #syverson fanfiction #captain syverson #captain syverson x reader #syverson x reader #henry cavill characters #henrycavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction

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cat-loves-music · 11 months

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Chapter One: Love of My Life

A/n: Lord this took me a loooonggggg time to get done. First I started this last year, gave up on it cuz writers block kicked my ass, recently got motivation and inspiration so I started writing again, then I accidentally deleted it. Now I finally have the first official chapter of this series completed! I should have the masterlist for it linked below so I hope you enjoy it. Beware, the angst is real for this series.

Words: 840 (it's relatively short, I feel like the other chapters will be longer)

Warnings: Angst, talks of mental health/panic attacks, mentions of family drama, ?suicide?, if there is anything else plz let me know so I'll add to it.

MASTERLIST

Y/n's POV

I never expected that I would be sitting in a new apartment without him. I could never imagine it but now I'm actually here and letting the reality sink in. It causes my stomach to churn at how unbelievable it all is.

Thinking that someone is your whole world, and having it all just flip overnight is excruciatingly painful. It feels like your heart is being ripped from your chest and some days you wish you could.

Harry and I were in love. There isn't a doubt about it, especially looking back at how amazing our life together was. We would do everything together. I would go with him on tour, he'd use this fake name for our trips to hotels, we'd go for walks together. It was always us.

Then Fine Line came out. It is an incredible piece of art, which I couldn't be prouder of him for, but then started the talks of tour. With the stress of my job and my family, I couldn’t go with him on tour. All of it was just eating me alive, to the point I wasn't okay. I couldn't burden him with all of my problems, especially not while he was so happy about going on tour and seeing his fans.

"Love, I know you've been stressed lately, so James has invited us and Adele to a getaway vacation. Would you be up to go?" Harry had asked.

"Harry, you know I can't. I would honestly love to, but there's no way I can go on vacation right now," I replied back.

He had looked at me with concerned and sad eyes. He hated seeing me like that, I know it.

I told him to go on the vacation, he'd need some time to himself before tour. He deserved it and he deserved having some time away from all of my problems dragging him down.

I could feel the rift between us growing larger, as my mental health deteriorated and the buzz of tour finally became too much. All of it was crowding my love for him, so I finally needed to speak up.

"Harry, can we talk?" I asked.

He turned to me, a worried look on his face. Something inside me feels like he knew where this was heading.

"Of course, love," Harry replied, patting the seat next to him on the couch inviting me to sit next to him. "Have a seat."

I took a deep breath and sat down next to him, my heart pounding against my ribcage.

"I love you," I stated with a shaky breath, my nerves were electricity and I had to keep myself from shaking.

Harry looked at me with furrowed brows, a slight smile on his lips, "I love you too."

One look in his eyes told me it was true, which caused my attempts to keep my shaking under control to be in vain.

"I'm not okay," I said, my voice breaking slightly as tears brimmed on the waterline of my eyes, "I can't do this to you. I can't have you watch me break. I—"

He watched me with worried eyes, his slight smile no longer there. As Harry took my hand in his, all that we could hear were my shaking breathing as I tried finishing my sentence.

I finally controlled my breathing and continued on, "You're going on tour, and I'm dealing with so much. I don't think I can handle the weight of it all, I can't hold you back from something as important as your job."

The weight of my words sunk in and I could see his heart start to break. Most of all, I could see how much his heart wishing that he could prevent what I said next.

"Y/n, I know you've been going through a lot, especially with your parents. I know that, but I can help you through this. I'll be here for you," he stated.

I sighed, my tears threatening to spill. "Your help would only do so much. I have to help myself and as much as it pains me to do this, I need to do this for myself. "

His eyes were silently pleading now, which only broke me even more as he whispered my name.

"We need to break up, Harry," I stated.

As if on cue, I could practically hear his heart shatter. Tears were blurring his vision and mine, I hated it, but it was for the best.

"Y/n please," Harry pleaded, his voice breaking, "don't do this. We can get you through this."

"Harry, I can't keep you from living your life. Your fans need you, the world needs you," I replied.

"But what about what I need?" he shot back. "I need you."

I shut my eyes, took a deep breath, and wiped away my tears before I stood up.

"Goodbye Harry."

With that, I walked out the front door to what used to be our shared home. Leaving behind the shattered heart of the love of my life.

Hope you guys enjoyed it! I have honestly no clue when I'll post next. I will try to get it done soon. If you could please comment/like/reblog, it will really help me with motivation.

Anyways, have a good day and I'll have chapter 2 up soon :)

#harry styles #harry styles imagines #harry styles x reader #harry’s house #harry styles imagine #harry styles interview imagines #love on tour #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you

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starlightandfairies · 1 year

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Memory ~Bucky Barnes~

Description: Bucky swears he's seen the reader before, somewhere in a distant memory.

Warnings: Swearing, she/her pronouns, fluff, angst, author announcement at the end of the

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view, E/C = your eye colour

Word Count: 1,259

Masterpost!

Bucky's POV

I knew that face, I knew that smile, I knew that giggle and that kindness in her heart. I didn't know how, or where but I knew her from somewhere. I didn't even realise Steve approaching me, I was too focused on this girl to acknowledge his presence.

"Buck...Stop staring." I glanced at Steve, breaking my train of thought and started speaking about my thoughts.

"Steve, I know that girl, I don't know how but I know her." Steve sat next to me, frowning slightly, I took a breath and knew that this meant something.

"What is it? Don't lie to me!" Steve glanced at her for a few moments, the look in his eye made me uncomfortable. The fear of what would be in his words terrified me, did I hurt this girl as the Winter Solider? Did I kill someone she loved?

"Buck, she was your fiance back in the 40s. Y/N went missing a few weeks before what happened on the train, Hydra took her and she was brutally tortured, the team found her in cryo a few years ago. How they left her, she was bruised and might as well be dead. She was told that she was meant to be used to hurt you more but they never actually did that... she doesn't really talk about it."

It was too much, this gorgeous woman was my fiance? That poor girl suffered because Hydra thought they wanted to use her to hurt me, this poor girl was tortured and left alive for so many years.

I felt myself staring at her again, she was trying to prove a point to Stark and was trying to get him to see it from her point of view, trying to make him understand that it didn't just need to be his way or the highway. The girl stormed off, coming towards us and I panicked. Steve held me down from jumping up and running away.

"Y/N everything okay?" Steve questioned, patting my back as he took a step in front of me, blocking me more as I kept my head down.

"I'm fine, Stark's a dick, I take it too personally." She brushed off her own problems, it came to me as I remember her doing that before I lost everything and the girl placed on a frustrated smile to hide the rest of her feelings.

"Bucky?" I glanced up hearing her voice call my name, she stared at me shocked and looking extra emotional. Steve walked away, leaving the two of us to be alone, the girl stared at me for a few moments and I couldn't take the silence, I went to say something but before I could the girl was attached to me, holding me tightly and sobbing quietly.

"I didn't know you were back, I didn't know that you were alive... Bucky, I've missed you, I've missed you so much." I hugged her tightly, never wanting to let go of her again, never wanting her to be left alone and feel like she didn't have anyone.

"I missed you too, doll. I missed you a lot." I whispered, feeling a rush of memories come back that I wish never left me and that I wish I never forgot." The small girl clutched onto my shirt, tears soaking through and little whimpers escaping her lips. I sat down with her, trying to hold back my own tears as I stared at her, drying away her tears and giving her a smile.

"They got me, they were going to use me to hurt you but they never did. They just hurt me and finally left me in that fucking tube. Bucky, I would've tried to help you if I could, all that shouldn't have happened to you. I'm sorry Bucky." She felt bad? She was holding that in her heart for all these years? I shook my head, grabbing her hand in mine and giving her a gentle smile.

"No, I am so glad that you didn't because you would've been in much more trouble and I wouldn't be able to handle knowing that you were being hurt even more because you tried helping me. You didn't deserve it, there's no way that you deserved it." The girl chuckled quietly, obviously trying to deny something and avoiding my gaze.

"I missed you." She whispered, I nodded, pulling her in once again and hugging her to calm her down and make all the pain disappear. Or at least make it feel like the pain wasn't there.

"I know. I never stopped loving you, I never stopped missing you." I hoped that she hadn't moved on and gotten into a new relationship. I know, it's ridiculous to spring that upon her, it ridiculous to make her pressured and it's never what I want to do to her but I couldn't help the words that escaped my lips. "I love you too, I love you. I couldn't move on, I'm sorry Bucky... I know you told me too before you left but I couldn't."

"Please stop apologising." I begged her, grabbing her hands and looking deep into those E/C eyes. She nodded, took a breath and fiddled with my hands.

"What if we dated again? See if you still love me and aren't scared of me?" The girl nodded, smiling at the idea and yet there was some denial about the idea.

"I don't think I wouldn't love you any more or stop loving you. But I'm happy with the idea." I nodded, smiling back and took a breath as I prepared myself to say the next words.

"What did Stark do?"

"Nothing."

"You did that when we were kids, you did it when we were engaged and you're doing it now. Y/N stop doing that, stop denying your problems and stop feeling bad when you try and explain it." The girl nodded, knowing she needed to improve on it and needed not to feel bad.

"Stark is an arrogant prick, he can only see things his way, he can't understand things that are done his way and I hate it. I need to say something, say something to help with everything but he can't listen in and I hate it, it's frustrating." I nodded, hearing her out and knew that Stark wasn't the easiest of people to get on with.

"He's a jerk, I don't think I'll ever get on with him either, we can both hate him." She giggled, nodding and pushing herself up, taking me with her.

"Where are we going?"

"Where we can just be you and I can just be that."

I followed her to her room, following her through a little door blocked by a bookshelf and smiled as I saw the fairy lights lighting up the place, two bean bags, books and blankets on the floor. It was her place to feel peace and It seemed that no one else had known of this.

I moved the bean bags to be side by side, smiling as some of her favourite songs from back in the day started playing and she looked around with a smile and sat beside me

"First date, today, right now?" She whispered, I nodded, liking that idea.

"Yeah, let's do it."

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george-weasleys-girl · 1 year

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George Weasley x male reader?

Order of the Phoenix era.

Thank you:)

First Date

Thank you so much for your request! This is my first time writing for a male reader. I hope you enjoy it.

~•~

Valentines Day was less than a week away, and it seemed that nothing could put a damper on the season of love. Not the rise of the Death Eaters or the rumors of Voldemort's return or even the abominable Pink Toad's hostile takeover of Hogwarts.

Rumors were flying as to who would ask who out. George knew exactly who he wanted to ask out. You were curled up on the couch by the fire, opening a package, oblivious to the chaos in the Gryffidor common room.

He approached you slowly, his heart pounding in his ears. This time, he would do it. This time, he would ask you out. He just wished he knew if you felt the same way.

~•~

"Hi Y/N."

"Oh hi, George!"

"I'm not bothering you, am I?" he asked. "We can always talk later."

"No, of course not," you patted the spot next to you. "I got my new book today."

"Oh? What's it about?" George asked, peaking over at it.

"It's a sci-fi book about this scientist who brings dinosaurs back from extinction and puts them in a theme park. Things go horribly wrong. Chaos insues. It's being made into a movie. I wanted to read the book first, though." You explained, setting it off to the side. "But, anyway, sorry. I'm rambling, aren't I?"

"No, no, not at all. It sounds cool," replied George. The story did sound interesting, and he loved the sound of your voice. He could listen to you talk for hours.

You shifted to face him. "So, what's up?"

"Nothing, really. I just wanted to talk to you. Well, ask you a question, really." George stammered.

"Ok, I'm all ears," you smiled.

"I was thinking, well, wondering if..." he could feel his face getting warm, hoping you didn't notice him blushing.

"Yes, George?" You placed your hand on his knee.

"Would you like to go with me to Hogsmede for Valentines?"

Your heart skipped a beat. "I would love to!"

"Really?"

"Yes, really," you laughed. "I'd love to go with you."

"Ok, great!" he said. "It's a date! Well, I mean, that is, if you want it to be a date, if not, it's ok. We can just..."

"It's a date." you said, giving his knee a gentle squeeze.

~•~

The big day had finally arrived. You, wanting to look good for George, woke up early, hurrying down for a quick breakfast, so you wouldn't feel rushed getting ready.

George, however, anticipating on seeing you at breakfast, scrubbed himself three times over in the shower before heading down at the usual time. His shoulders fell when he saw you weren't there. Hoping you were just running late, he popped up every time someone entered the Great Hall, only for his heart to drop like a stone when it wasn't you.

"What if he's changed his mind?" he asked Fred.

"Or what if he's too excited to eat?" Fred replied, patting his brother on the back. "It'll be okay, mate. I've told you, he's crazy about you."

George just sighed and picked at his food.

~•~

After breakfast, George returned to the common room with a little over an hour to wait. Pacing back and forth, his thoughts ran in circles. He'd built this day up so much in his mind. He wanted everything to be perfect.

An hour later, he was staring into the fire, wondering if you were going to show up, when the sound of someone coming down the stair caught his attention.

"Hi George," you said, smiling.

"Merlin, you're hot," he blurted out just before a blush spread across his cheeks. "I just said that out loud, didn't I?"

"Yes," you chuckled, pretending you didn't notice his embarrassment. "You know, George, you're looking pretty hot, yourself."

"Th-thanks" he replied with a sheepish grin. You didn't think it was possible for George to blush any deeper, yet here he was turning 93 different shades of crimson. He really was the most adorable person on the planet.

After a few moments, George cleared his throat, "Ready, love?" He asked.

"Yes," you smiled, pulling on your coat.

"Oh here, let me help you with that," George offered.

His hands shook as he helped you into your coat. Once again, you pretended not to notice. But as you headed out of the common room, you clasped his trembling hand in yours, interlocking your fingers. Your touch steadied him. He let out an enormous breath and gave you a smile that melted your heart.

~•~

You had an amazing time, simply enjoying each others company. But everywhere you went was packed to the rafters, and you both felt like you'd barely gotten any alone time together, so you returned to the castle early. The walk back was even more wonderful than your time in Hogsmede. Any lingering nerves were long gone as you walked hand in hand, laughing and talking about whatever random thought popped into your heads.

The Gryffindor Common Room was surprisingly quiet for a Saturday afternoon. "Oooh, the spot by the fire is empty!" George exclaimed, pulling you over. You couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. Sitting down side by side, George wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you melted into his side.

You got two glorious hours of cuddletime before people began meandering back into the common room. Fred and Lee clammered over to warm themselves by the fire and regale you with the day's exploits. A fun time was had by all, but you looked forward to it being just you and George again.

After a while, Fred and Lee took the hint and headed off to their dormroom. It wasn't long until the common room emptied out again, leaving you and George blissfully alone. You leaned back against his chest, and without thinking, he kissed the top of your head, letting himself linger, breathing in your scent.

"The book I was reading the other day, did you really think it sounded interesting, or were you just being nice?" You asked after a while.

"No, I really meant it," George answered.

You shifted to face him. "I haven't gotten too far into it yet. Would you like to read it with me? I don't mind starting from the beginning again."

George gave you a lopsided grin. "Are you asking me out?"

You grinned. "Yes, I suppose I am."

"Then, yes, it's a date." George tried to play it cool, but he knew you weren't asking him out on a regular date. You cherished your reading time. It was your time to relax and disappear from the real world for a while. He knew you usually waited until the common room had cleared out for the night so you could be alone to read.

Never in his life had George felt so wanted or so special. His emotions overwhelmed him and the words came tumbling out before he realized what he was saying.

"May I kiss you?"

Your eyes lit up. "I thought you'd never ask."

~•~

People always said that when you kiss the love of your life for the first time, it's all sparks flying, fireworks, and floating on clouds.

They were all wrong. It was so much better.

~•~

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Can’t Get Over You || Bradley Bradshaw

part 1/ unfinished

Ever since you laid eyes on Rooster, you just knew your heart needed him. He was everything you ever dreamed of a kind, nice, charming, cute (yet sometimes hot), and he loved to help people who were in need.

Rooster has been your best friend since you both started in the navy. The most- oblivious man you and everyone else seemed to know of.

You’ve gave him hints, even when he was sober. Yet he never thought about it too hard enough due to your two close friendship.

It had been hard, seeing rooster fall in love with another women who he had met months ago at the hard deck. She was beautiful, amazing, sweet.

He always can’t to you for advice and you always told him what to do, as the best friend you’re supposed to be (though it hurt to see him so happy with someone else).

Phoenix, tried helping you get over him but it never worked. “I know what my heart wants, Phee.” You would always tell her, and even though your heart wants him, you can’t take him away from the perfect relationship he was in.

Every single time Amy would invite you over to Rooster’s and her’s shared apartment for a little girl talk or just to drink together you would always say yes because there was no reason to be mad at the girl.

Just like tonight, you, rooster, and Amy were on the back porch. Amy and Rooster drinking beer, while you drank regular red wine that you loved and adored.

Laughing at the story Amy told you about when she was younger, you checked the time and slightly cussed. “I’ve gotta go,” you got up in a hurry.

“Im picking someone up from a bar tonight and I’ve completely forgotten-” rooster cuts you off. “S okay (c/s). Who are you picking up anyways?” He asked.

“You don’t know him, phee is trying to set me up with him tonight so wish me luck!” You smile at the two, heading out of their house.

“I’m gonna go to bed,” Amy muttered kissing rooster’s cheek, as soon as you got out of the house Amy felt a wave of exhaustion. “G’night love. I’m gonna go see if she got to her car safely,” rooster told her. She nodded and the two went separate ways in their house.

As rooster closed the door, he saw you wiping your hands off of your head, groaning in frustration as you lifted up the hood of your car. “You can’t be kidding me,” you mumble. “You’re gonna make me late darlin.” You patted the car, walking to the back of it to open your trunk to get out your gear.

“Need help?” Rooster asked, spooking you. “Jeez rooster, thought you went to bed.” You laughed, walking back to the front of the car. “No i don’t need help, thanks though.” Waving him off, you grab a crow bar and start working on the places where your engine decided to bust.

Rooster hummed, rolling up his sleeves and helping you anyways. “Two people working on a car will make this a lot faster you know,” he pushed you gently and you playfully roll your eyes at him. “Thanks, really but I’ve got it on my own. And plus, I’m not really interested in the guy Phee decided to set me up with. He really isn’t my type,” you shrugged.

Even though you two have been friends for years, Rooster never knew what your type was. “What is your type?” He asked as he leaned on the side of your white 2005 jeep.

“My type, is classified information.” You zipped your lips and stuck your tongue out at him. “Oh come on, I’ve been your friend for what- five or six years? I deserve to know!” He shook you lightly.

Huffing, you look at him as he looked at you with puppy eyes. “You won’t give up, will you?” He nodded. Biting your tongue, you could be bold and go with your gut to tell him exactly how your type looks like and possibly ruin your friendship, or you can make up a lie and not ruin it.

“Well, he has brunette curly hair,” you start off, your heart beating rather loudly than you want it to be. Rooster nodded, telling you to go on. “He’s about ye heigh,” you level your hand with the top of his head.

“Got good taste of style,” you joke. “Man loves Hawaiian T-shirts,” grunting as you plucked something out from your engine, you didn’t notice Rooster furrowing his eyebrows as he pieces it together.

“He loves protecting the one he adores, specially his girlfriend. Can’t blame him, she’s sweet.” You whisper, closing your hood as you see your engine had nothing else wrong with it.

You stay there, leaning onto your hood as your eyes teared up. “Might’ve been my first ever best friend once I left high school,” you ghostly laugh. “Should’ve told him sooner, who knows what would’ve happen.” You never looked back at him, as you felt his eyes onto yours burning holes in your body.

Putting your tools back into your trunk, you hurriedly got into your car and turned it on. “(Y/-” he started off, but you bit your bottom lip to stop your tears from flowing down “m sorry Rooster. Just forget whatever I said, it was all a joke.”

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A/N:

AHHH I can’t wait to start this small series! currently hopping to my ‘on repeat’ playlist on Spotify. Please let me know what y’all think in the comments! If I should continue it or not! Thanks for reading!!!

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Order of Attack, part 17

If all goes according to plan, there's one part left after this.

But since when do things ever go according to plan?

Watch me finally write a Normal Conversation between Mahiru and Amane after writing a ton of angsty comfort conversations behind closed doors.

“Amane-chan, what brings you here?” Mahiru asked as the little figure peeked out from the opening door.

“Nothing special. I just wanted to talk,” Amane responded. She stepped out of the door’s path, letting it close behind her.

“So this is an ordinary visit?”

“Yes. What else would it be?”

“You usually don't seek me out just to hang out…”

“That is true. But even if I do not have important words to impart to you…”

As Amane tried to find the right words, Mahiru chuckled.

“Is something funny?”

“Oh, it's just… I miss seeing this side of you.”

Amane smiled and swiped at her bangs with her sleeve. “As I was saying, I do enjoy your company even if I do not have anything meaningful to say.”

“I’m glad you do.” Mahiru’s gaze was focused on the sleeves. “Mind if I fix those for you?” she asked, gesturing at them.

Amane paused in contemplation.

“I just wanted to offer,” Mahiru added quickly. “It's fine if you-”

Amane nodded. “Okay.”

Mahiru began to roll up one of Amane's sleeves. “You know, you were so eager to return to your cell when everything calmed down…”

“That does not mean it is the end of us spending time together.”

“I thought you'd gotten tired of us.”

“A little.” The room was quiet for a moment. “More than a little.”

“Well, I'm glad you came back.” Mahiru arranged the sleeve strap like a bow.

“I was not going to leave forever. I just… needed some time to myself. Some time to breathe.”

“And how has that been?”

“It has been much calmer. My neighbor is not keeping me up as much these days.”

Mahiru put a pin on Amane's sleeve. “Well, I'm glad Mikoto-kun is feeling better. I feel bad for not reaching out to him more.”

“Don't be. He was not so keen on accepting help in the first place.”

“Hmm, that reminds me of someone.”

“No, it does not.”

“For someone so eager to give out help, you're so unwilling to accept it in turn.”

“I do not know what you are talking about.”

“Back during the intermission, you wouldn't have accepted my help with the sleeves. You would have made a show of pulling them up yourself instead.” Mahiru got to work on the other sleeve.

“…I admit that is true.”

“So what changed?”

“Mobility has its perks.”

“Did Yuno-chan tell you that?”

“Yes. And… I realized that sometimes…” Amane looked up pensively. “We get more things done as a team.”

Maybe I should have gone to Mahiru-san instead of trying to help on my own when things with Fuuta-san got worse.

“Is there something you wish you had done differently?” Mahiru asked, snapping her out of her contemplation.

“N-no… All of my actions were my own… I wouldn't have them any other way.”

Amane’s recurring nightmares told a different story, but Mahiru knew not to press the issue.

“Anything we could have done differently…?”

Of course, the guilt seemed to get to Mahiru more than anyone else. But Amane never blamed her.

“What is done is done. I think you did well, considering how alarming the circumstances were.”

“Oh? That means a lot.” Mahiru finished the other sleeve and gave it a gentle pat. “There you go. Wow, this fabric is really tough.”

“Indeed. Every night, it manages to patch itself over.”

Amane ran her now-free hand through her bangs.

“Would you like me to do your hair too?”

“…Sure. Why not?”

While Mahiru went to get a comb from the vanity, Amane held her eyepatch in place with one hand and carefully pulled the elastic off from around her head.

“Maybe we could stand to be more persistent,” Mahiru said as she started combing Amane’s hair. “Enough force seems to work against the fabric.”

“But it is quite exhausting. Not worth the effort.”

“Well, as long as we have other ways to deal with the sleeves…” After Mahiru finished clipping Amane's bangs to the side, she paused to admire the hairstyle. “Say, this suits you. How about some pigtails?”

Amane nodded, and Mahiru moved behind her to brush the rest of her hair.

“And your outfit…” The black skirt falling to Amane’s knees was hard to miss, and Mahiru could surely see the scrunched collar of her blouse from that angle. “You picked it yourself? You have good taste.”

“Thank you. I figured I deserve a treat for being a good girl.”

“You have always been a good girl. Don't let anyone say otherwise.”

“…It is not that easy.”

“Then big sis Mahiru will stand by you and tell anyone who dares disagree that Amane-chan is the sweetest and most kind-hearted person I have ever met.” Mahiru patted her shoulder.

Amane chuckled, but then her breath caught on her ribs.

“Oh, sorry! I didn't mean-”

“It is fine. …It means a lot. Perhaps they will see reason in such a good-natured person as yourself.”

“I'm flattered.” Mahiru added one last clip. “All done! What do you think?” She picked up a mirror from the vanity and handed it to Amane.

As Amane examined her reflection, she made a wide grin. “I… I like it. It is very much my style. You are very talented, Mahiru-san.”

“Thank you! Say, why don't we take a walk around the panopticon? Show everyone that you're in high spirits. Maybe even pay a visit to Muu-chan to cheer her up.”

“I would love to do that.”

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