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rafetopia · 20 days

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𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

- 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

pairing: canon!rafe cameron x fem!dark!reader (she a little crazy too)

genre: action (?), smut, teeny bit of fluff & angst -> 18+!!

words: ~5.2k

warnings: shootings, mentions of guns (obviously), fire, mentions of death, dom!rafe, not so subby but bratty reader, prison break, (slight) daddy kink, (sexual) choking, hair pulling, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex

summary: after her efforts of getting her fiancé out of jail the legal way, (Y/N) has to take on different measures to get him back

note: this is kind of a second part to “till death do us part” but it can be read as a stand alone too.

also please go easy on me, I obviously have yet to break anyone out of jail, and I’ve not been chased by the police that often yet so if there some parts that seem unrealistic to you- please ignore them

“Get on your damn knees, Cameron!” Shoupe was screaming at the young man, as he ran out of the water.

“Baby? Baby where are you?” Rafe screamed as panic overcame his voice.

He frantically looked around him, but there was no sign of his girl. The second he reached land, he turned around, trying to find at least a sign that she was alive but there was nothing. It wasn’t until he heard Deputy Plumb scream “I got her!”, that he knew she was alive. She dragged her by the shoulder, her grip so tight, that the girl was sure it would leave marks.

“Let go of me!” She yelled, trying to get herself free, as the older woman dragged her to shore.

“You wish…” Plumb gritted through her teeth, knowing exactly that she would try and run away the second she would let go of her.

But (Y/N) would never run away without the love of her life and by the way the male Officers were throwing themselves on him, she knew that wouldn’t happen anytime soon.

“Let go of him!” She screamed, but her wishes stayed unheard. “I swear to god if you hurt him, I’m gonna kill you, all of you!” She continued, not caring about the consequences her threads might bring with them.

Rafe tried to free himself from the Officer's grip, but he wasn’t strong enough to fight off four male Officers, especially not with the anger they had in them. “Would you calm down?” Shoupe ordered as he turned around to look at you.. “Only gonna make things a lot harder for the both of you.”

The moment (Y/N)’s feet had dry land under them, she tried to fight herself free again, but Plumb's grip was tight, a little bit too tight for Rafe’s liking. “If you hurt her, I swear I’ll fucking kill you.” The face of the young man turned red, as he so desperately tried to fight himself free so he could protect her. He saw the tears forming in his love’s eyes and to say it drove him insane was an understatement.

He wanted to fight himself free, wrap his arms around her, and carry her away but before he could even attempt to do anything, he had Deputy Thomas’ fist in the face, sending him to the ground with such force that he blacked out for a second. The moment he regained consciousness, he heard her scream in pain.

“You bastard!” She cried, before fighting herself free of the woman’s grip and launching towards the Officer. “He wasn’t even doing anything you disgusting piece of shit!” She screamed, as they contained her and brought her to the ground next to her boyfriend.

He was lying on his stomach as they started to cuff him, and she softly caressed his eye, which was already swollen. “It’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna get you out of this.” She sobbed, as they took her hands and put them behind her back, before cuffing them together.

“You’re gonna pay for this.” She mumbled through gritted teeth, as they were dragging him to the police car.

“Would you stop with the threads now, Miss?” Plumb hissed at the girl before she turned her attention towards her boss. “Let’s take her with us? So she can calm down.”

“I am calm you fucking bitch!”

“Okay.” The officer chuckled, before dragging her towards the other car. She was about to go inside when Rafe turned himself around and looked at her.

“I love you, baby.”

“Till death do us part?” She smiled.

“Till death do us part.” He answered, before the Sheriff shoved him into the car.

“If that fat pig hurts him again, one more time…” She mumbled before Plumb pushed her into the other car.

………….

That was six weeks ago. Since then, she had tried everything in order to get him at least out on bail but the judge was hard. She consulted the best lawyers and brought up the way they treated the two of them during their arrest but hence the drugs in their system and the statements of the arresting officers, no one was able to do anything. She tried to do it the legal way, she truly did but she never had a chance. Especially not now when they started investigating her and her entire family.

She knew she was screwed and she would have to take action soon if she didn’t want to end up in a prison cell herself. After her last visit, she was able to visit him once again, thanks to her amazing ability to convince people to do whatever she wanted and her outstanding talent for blackmailing but after her last visit, they completely blocked her out. Being investigated for fraud and money laundering, really took away all her family's credibility, leaving her with nothing but her last resort. She had to break him out of jail.

So there she was with a smile on her face, watching the flames, as they grew bigger and bigger, until almost swallowing the whole building. Screams were echoing from the front of the building but she didn’t care. It was almost as if she didn’t hear them. Officers trying to escape without getting thrown back into the flames by Kildare’s most sinister criminals, and prisoners, trying to use this opportunity to get their freedom back.

(Y/N) knew it was a risky plan, she knew there was a chance that he wouldn’t make it out of there in time before either the cops or the flames got the best of him but it was her last chance. Tomorrow, they were planning on transferring him to the mainland for his trial, the big one. The one that determined whether he was guilty of his crimes, or if he was innocent and she damn well knew, the chance for the second one was less than zero.

She was hiding behind the building, hoping he would know where to find her. She had the car ready, in case they needed to make a run for it, just like they had always joked about.

The smoke had gotten worse as the flames made their way around the building and anxiety slowly burned its way through her body. She tried to calm herself down, as she unconsciously played with the pink “Bratz Doll” lighter between her fingers. Did she do the right thing? Would he make it? What if he didn’t? Then she would’ve killed the love of her life.

She took a peak around the corner where she saw Sheriff Shoupe arguing around with a group of firefighters. She hadn’t heard them come. His clothes were gray from the smoke and he was coughing a lot, but other than that he seemed fine. She appreciated the fact that she did not just kill Kildare’s new Sheriff, only a few months after her fiancé had killed the first one. Shortly after, more police cars arrived at the scene, followed by the loud noise of what she assumed to be a helicopter, landing on the other side of the building. She knew if he hadn’t made it out by now, then her whole plan would most likely have been for nothing.

She quickly made her way back to her car, where another wave of anxiety overcame her. She tried to think positively but the tears in her eyes were starting to get through. It couldn’t be. She couldn’t be the one that killed him. She was smart and resourceful, her plans never failed. But this wasn’t a rational plan. She was desperate.

(Y/N) watched, as the flames started to swallow the building whole, besides the fireman’s efforts to stop it. She tried so hard to hold on to the last piece of hope but she had given up. She was about to get into her car when she was stopped by a familiar voice.

“You weren’t about to leave without me, now were you sweetheart?” He coughed, causing her to freeze in her tracks.

She turned around and was met with her fiancé, covered in soot from head to toe. His once orange prison suit was now gray, the orange barely visible anymore. He was coughing a lot but between his coughs, he was smiling. She squealed in happiness, before jumping into his arms.

“I thought you didn’t make it.” She whispered, almost crying into his neck.

“Nah, you can’t get rid of me that easily baby.” He chuckled.

Hand in hand, they ran to the car as fast as they could. Just when (Y/N) was about to turn the ignition, she was stopped by the familiar *click* of a gun.

“Don’t you dare, turn on that car, (Y/L/N)!” The woman coughed out, her words barely hearable to the other two.

“Told you Plumb,” She smirked, as she pulled down the window. “Told you, you’re gonna pay for this.” And with that, she turned on the car and drove away, trying not to get killed by the bullets that came flying after them.

As they got chased through the streets of Kildare by what felt like the entire police department, Rafe tried to fire back with the gun she had brought. He had climbed into the backseat so he had a better angle, without his feet blocking her stick. He had tried to convince her to switch seats, but as stubborn as she was, she insisted on driving.

“I swear to god Rafe, if you get shot I’m gonna finish you off myself.” She yelled as he almost got hit by a bullet. “Just shoot something, it’s not that hard to hit someone, you must know…”

He gave her a bitter laugh. “It’s certainly not that hard to put your foot on that damn gas pedal either! Just let me take over!”

“No, I can do this! I’ve always wanted to do this!” She giggled, after dodging an old man who had started to cross the street but wasn’t fast enough in turning around. “Oops!” She laughed. “We almost killed our first-grade math teacher.”

“No, you almost killed our first-grade math teacher. I liked that guy!” He yelled back into the car, after trying and failing to hit the cars behind them. “Can’t hit anything with you driving like a maniac!”

“How else would you want me to drive, mister?”

“Just let me fucking do it?”

“Fine.” She mumbled, before jumping out of her seat. Before Rafe even realized what was going on, she had climbed into the passenger seat. “Go and take over the fucking car then!” She yelled, as she grabbed another, but slightly bigger gun from beneath the seat and leaned out of the window, almost shooting Rafe himself as he was still leaning out of the window as well.

“Oh my god.” He mumbled, as he jumped into the driver's seat, “Are you fucking crazy?” He waited for a second as if he really thought she was going to reply, before continuing, “Of course you are, you just broke me out of jail with a pink “Bratz doll” lighter…” He chuckled, as he knew goddamn well you wouldn’t use anything else to light something up, let it be a candle when you’re taking a bath or some wood when you’re lighting up a fucking detention center.

Rafe still had the other gun, so naturally, he tried to take over not only driving but also shooting. With his foot on the gas pedal, he leaned out of the window and started shooting. He thought he held the car steady as he hit multiple tires of the police cars behind them but if it wasn't for (Y/N) and her taking over the steering wheel, he would’ve driven them both straight into a café.

“Goddamn it!” She yelled, “But you’re calling me crazy?”

The officers quickly lost control over their cars as the bullet holes drained the air out of their tires and before they could do anything about it, they were clashing into each other. One of the cars crashed into a restaurant, and the screams of the people were even louder than the terrible sound of the sirens that had chased them.

“See, just let Daddy handle it. There’s a reason you’re my designated passenger princess.” He grinned satisfied.

“See, let daddy handle it…” She mocked, “If it wasn’t for me you would not only still be in jail, but we would also both be lying dead on Papa Joe’s Ice Cream counter you bloody idiot!” She yelled, almost spitting into his face out of anger. She was expecting some sort of accountability from him but all she got was a laugh. “No I’m fucking for real Rafe Cameron, disrespect me like that again and I'll send your ungrateful ass to hell myself.”

“Gosh how much I missed your little attitude.” He grinned, before placing his hand on her thigh. “Can’t wait to fuck it out of you.”

“Keep up your attitude and the only thing you're gonna fuck for a very long time is your own damn hand.”

“We’ll see ‘bout that.” He smirked, before turning his attention back on the road, earning nothing but an evil side eye from the girl next to him. She might be in a mood now, but he knew goddamn well that she'd come begging for his dick soon enough.

“Got a boat parked at Layla’s beach rental.” She stated simply, without looking at him. “Maybe you can press on that gas pedal a little more since you’re so good at it, and get us there before more cops show up and have taken over the marsh…”

Without saying anything, he headed towards her best friend’s rental property, where the boat was waiting for them. It wasn’t as big as the Druthers, but it was more than enough to get them to the Mainland. Neither of them cared about where particularly, they just wanted to get as far away from the outer banks as possible.

As they were getting the boat ready, they could hear the sirens already approaching. While Rafe loosened the Anker, (Y/N) started the motor. They were about to drive away when The officers, such as Sheriff Shoupe and Deputy Plumb jumped out of their cars.

“We got company.” (Y/N) stated as Rafe took over the wheel. “I thought we got them good back there but apparently not good enough.”

He hit the gas pedal and slowly drove the boat away from shore, trying to ignore the amount of guns that were currently pointed at them.

“Put your hands up and step away from the wheel!” Shoupe yelled through a megaphone. “I repeat, Rafe Cameron, and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) put your hands up and step away from the steering wheel. Do not make me repeat myself.”

Rafe’s gaze went from the officers, who had all pointed their guns at the two of them, to her. She was standing steady, her hands not up in the air like she was told. He knew she would never oblige to them, (Y/N) was that kind of girl that would be rather dead than locked up, he knew that. Her eyes met his and in that moment it felt like the world stopped. He saw the fire in her eyes and it was burning brighter than ever, almost as if she was enjoying this. There was not an ounce of fear in them, there never was, except for the time she thought he died in the flames but he didn’t know that. He knew exactly what she was about to do which left him with only one option. She gave him a soft smile, before leaning in for a kiss. She didn’t plan on occupying his lips for that long, since she knew every second wasted could cost them their life but she didn’t care. This could be the last time she tasted his lips so she had to take her time. In a swift second, she pulled the gun out of her jeans pocket and started firing.

The next few moments didn’t feel real for either of them, but the bullet holes on the boat proved that they were. Rafe had taken over the wheel as he sped away from the scene, while his girlfriend gave him cover. In this moment, Rafe experienced what true fear felt like. With every shot fired, there was a chance it could hit her, and alone the thought of it made him dizzy. (Y/N) on the other hand, had never felt more alive. She reveled in the gunfire that they, especially her, had started but her excitement soon died out when not only her bullets went out, but they also started getting shot at from their left, as police boats started to get closer to them.

“Baby, I’m out!” She yelled out, trying to keep calm.

“Here, take over.” He commanded as he pulled out his own gun. “And baby?”

“Yes?”

“Hit that damn gas pedal this time!”

She smiled, before turning around and really hitting that pedal. It was the boat her dad had gifted her after she got accepted into college and it was a damn fast one. Other than a car, (Y/N) knew exactly how to drive a boat and soon their pursuers had to learn this the hard way. She was fast and soon, the officers had to let them go but it wasn’t only because (Y/N) was too fast for them and Rafe knew that. They had hit two of the officers.

“Baby… baby they stopped.” (Y/N) squealed as she let go of the wheel and jumped into her boyfriend’s arms.

“Thanks to you, princess.” He laughed softly. “You were amazing. You have no idea how much I love your crazy ass.”

“Oh, I know.” She chuckled, before leaning in for a kiss. “Now are you finally gonna fuck that attitude out of me, or what?” She didn’t have to ask twice, as he had pushed her into the cabin before she could even take another breath. “Shouldn’t we put the boat on autopilot first?” She giggled against his lips.

“Right.” He chuckled, before pushing her onto the couch. “Be right back!” He hurried outside and put the boat on autopilot while making sure one last time that they weren’t followed anymore.

When he came back, she was lying on the couch, her upper body resting on her elbows and her legs spread, revealing the hot pink thong she was wearing underneath her baby blue jeans skirt. He mustered her body, his eyes traveling from her beautiful face, down to her tits that were barely covered underneath that black excuse of a tank top. The further his eyes traveled down her body the more saliva built up in his mouth, as he couldn’t wait to bury his head between her folds.

With the biggest smile on his lips, he hopped on top of her, where he was welcomed by her tongue exploring his mouth. She gently placed her hand on the back of his head, so she could push him closer to her. They both had waited for this moment for months, so they didn’t want to waste any time. He didn’t want to waste any time, as he had yet to thank her for getting him out of there in the first place.

As his tongue fought for dominance, he gently pulled them both up, so they were sitting. He helped her remove her top before she quickly hopped out of her skirt. He held in for a second, taking in the image in front of him. She was wearing a hot pink lace bra, covered in heart-shaped embroidery, matching the thong she was wearing. He didn’t recognize this set of lingerie, she must have gotten it while he was locked up. “You look perfect, princess.” He whispered as he crawled back on top of her.

“Thank you.” She smiled, “But I need to see you as well, baby. Been too long since I felt those abs beneath my fingers.”

“Patience.” He smirked, before leaning back in.

He quickly buried his tongue inside her mouth, before she even had the chance to take control. He enjoyed her longing to take over once in a while but not this time, not after what she just did for him. He had to be in charge tonight, not just because he had been behind bars for the past three months, but also because he had to be the one making her feel good tonight. He had to be the reason for every ounce of pleasure she was experiencing, it was his way of showing his gratitude towards what she had done for him, what she had risked for him. Not that anything he could ever do could ever make up for that. But if he was being honest to himself, a small part of him had to assert dominance to show her who was in charge, despite what he just did for him.

He let his fingers slide down her thighs, slowly to build up the anticipation she was already drowning in. “Baby…” She moaned into his mouth as if this would make anything better. Instead, it only motivated him to go slower. He knew how much it tortured her but he also knew her reward would be even bigger in the end.

As he slowly let his fingers dance over her skin, he moved his tongue over to her neck, where he started nibbling on her earlobe, her sweet spot. As he worked himself over her skin, she filled his ears with sweet moans, that got louder and heavier the closer his fingers got to her core. He slipped them in without a warning, causing her to gasp out in pleasure. Her hands were sliding over his overall, gripping the rough material for dear life, as his fingers started to slowly but surely destroy her from the inside. She tried to bury them deeper by pushing herself onto him but he had loved her long enough, so he knew exactly what she was doing.

“What did I tell you, baby?” He chuckled softly against her skin, sending goosebumps all over her skin.

“Can’t help it, I… I need you.” She cried out desperately. “Need to feel you inside of me… “ She paused, “Deep inside of me.”

“Need to taste you first, baby. Need you to cum all over my face, can you do that for me, princess?”

“Hmmm.” She hummed, as she pushed herself further onto him.

Rafe laughed in amusement but decided to grant her her wish. In a second at least. He planted a soft kiss on her lips, before moving down. Without giving her a warning, he ripped away her thong and buried his face between her folds.

“Just as sweet as I remembered.” He mumbled, sending another set of vibrations straight through her core. “So fucking perfect.”

“C- can you shut up and…-

“And what?” He asked sternly as he removed his tongue.

“Just suck me off already, I know how fucking sweet I taste…”

“You and that damn attitude.” He grinned but his expression was dark. “Do I need to remind you who's back in charge?” He asked, but it was more of a rhetorical question than anything else. Before she could even think of an answer, he had his tongue buried inside of her once again at a pace that was faster and stronger than anything else she had ever experienced. It took him less than fifteen seconds to make her cum but if she thought she finally got what she wanted, she was in for a bitter surprise. Because now he wouldn’t stop making her cum with everything but his dick, until she finally got who’s back in charge, and knowing her, he knew they were both in for a very long night.

Even though she knew she soon realized (latest after her third orgasm) that she wouldn't get his dick anytime soon, it didn’t stop her from complaining about it. It wasn’t until Rafe had enough of her, that he took the piece of fabric that was once her thong and stuffed it into her mouth.

“One more, babygirl…” He cooed, “Give me one more and I promise you, you’ll get what you want.”

She heard what he said but she was drowning so deep in pleasure and the enormous feeling of overstimulation, that she wasn’t able to process the words that left his mouth. It didn’t take long until another wave of pleasure ran over her body, completely swallowing her up in it.

“Good girl.” He grinned, as he licked her juice from his face. He gave her a second to catch her breath as he pulled off his now gray prison suit. He crawled on top of her, removed her panties, and planted soft kisses on her lips, where she could still taste herself on them. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He whispered into her ear, as his hands reached under her back to remove her bra.

As soon as it had landed on the floor across the room, he had her nipple surrounded by his tongue. He knew how much she loved this, how it sent shivers all over her skin, and how quickly it became torturous for her, as it made her build up an intense amount of pressure down her core, but never enough to release it.

“Baby…” She cried out, still a little bit overwhelmed by the four orgasms he had already given her.

“Say who’s in charge and you’ll get whatever it is that you want, princess.” He whispered, knowing exactly how hard it would be for her to admit that. He knew she had a hunger for power but like he had already promised himself earlier, she couldn’t have it, not tonight.

“Please…” She whimpered, as his fingers traced over his well-toned stomach.

“Say it, darling. Say it or I’ll stop.” He whispered against her skin, His hot breath burning right through to her.

“You…” She cried out.

“Who?”

“You, Daddy. You’re in charge.” She whispered, “Tonight.”

He chuckled in amusement at her quiet addition, nothing different than what he had expected. Before she knew it, he had slammed his dick into her, causing her to moan out in pleasure. “We’ll see ‘bout that.”

He started slow, his hands entangled in hers, as his tongue was dancing around with hers once again. He loved starting slow and then going faster and faster until all she could do was cry and beg for him to let her cum. She had her legs wrapped around his back, it was her way of regaining at least a tiny bit of control, as she had the power to pull him in even deeper if she wanted to. And combined with her nails digging deep into his skin, that was exactly what she did. But as his thrusts got deeper and faster, the pleasure started clouding her senses, resulting in her legs letting loose.

“You think you can just trick me like that, pretty girl? Think again.” He smirked, but the expression on his face was dark. She knew exactly what that meant and before she even realized it, he had his hand wrapped around her throat.

The faster he slammed into her, the louder and more pornographic her moans got, and the deeper her nails dug into her skin. He was sure by now, that he would have marks all over his back by the time they were done but he couldn't give less of a shit. All he wanted was for his girl to drown in pleasure and if took a bloody back to archive that, then so be it. For her he would drown himself in pain, he would bleed for her, hell he would die for her. And as she had proved earlier, she didn’t feel one single bit different about him.

The tighter the grip around her throat got, the tighter became the knot in her stomach. He felt her walls tighten around him but he wasn’t done with her. Not yet. In a swift motion, he had removed his dick and swung her around. She was about to complain, but before she got a word out, he had rammed his dick back inside of her.

“Such a good girl.” He moaned into her ear, as he grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled her head back, and wrapped his hand back around her throat.

He couldn't see it but the tighter he grabbed her, the brighter grew the smile on her lips, as the tears streamed over her face. He hit her right at her sweet spot, the spot he was only able to hit in doggy and the spot that not only caused her to cry but also made her drown in pleasure. It didn’t take long until she felt her fifth orgasm building up, followed by the feeling of his dick starting to twitch, as he felt her walls suffocating him. Their moans started to sync up as if they had never done anything else before. She struggled to stay on all fours, as her orgasm rushed over her, he shot his load right up her core, before he collapsed on top of her, causing them both to fall on the couch.

Rafe might have felt like the boss tonight, like he was in charge but what he didn’t realize was that every single thing she did and said after she got him out, was a controlled move to get her exactly where she was right now. So who was truly in charge tonight? The boy that was fucking her into oblivion, or the girl that was screaming through the night, as her fifth orgasm of the night, rushed over her?

They stayed like this for a little bit and as they both tried to catch their breath, he let his hand travel through her hair, gently stroking her head. Normally it was her who did that, but Rafe knew she needed some extra care tonight, especially after what she had put herself through for him.

After he had cleaned her up, he wrapped them both in a soft blanket. They were lying outside on the deck now, under the sky, because he knew how much she loved falling asleep under the stars. Her head was resting on his chest, as his fingers softly danced over her skin.

“I don’t think I can ever thank you enough, baby.”

“You know, I would die for you, right?” She whispered, her eyes already closed. “You are my everything, Rafe Cameron, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

He knew what she said was true, and that was what made it hurt even more. Alone the thought of her sacrificing herself for him, made his heart bleed but at the same time, a selfish part of him felt good, knowing he was loved by someone this much.

“I would do the same for you, princess. In a second. Kinda already said that when I was asking you to marry me.” He chuckled softly.

“I know.” She smiled against his chest.

“Till death do us part?”

“No. There’s nothing that could ever part me from you.”

“Not even with my soul burning in hell?” He chuckled.

“I would follow you anywhere, my love. Even into the depths of hell itself.”

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Where's My Kiss?

Genshin men see you kiss something, and can't help but want one for themselves... ft. Dottore, Zhongli

Fluff - Romantic - SFW - GN Reader (No Pronouns) - Drabbles

Warning: Very slight swearing in Dottore’s part

Part 2 - ft. Gorou, Wanderer

Dottore

Your husband had been on his official trip to Sumeru for some time now, and before his departure, he naturally left you and the segments to continue the work in the lab. Although you had been working with Dottore for years in his experimentation and lab work, it still filled you with pride to know he trusted you enough to leave the work in your hands for a time, especially with how commanding he liked to be.

Dottore was due to return today, and as thrilled as you were at the thought of seeing him again, you thought it best to throw yourself into your work until his homecoming. After all, the more you could complete before his inevitable inspection of your progress, the better.

You called on one of the younger segments today, many of the older versions of your husband away in meetings or on official business. You knew that some of them were not as happy as you to know Prime was returning, so you let them take their time away. The younger segment, Theta, looked just like your dear lover when he was straight out of being expelled from the Akademiya on account of manslaughter and the propagation of unethical sciences. Ah, what cherished memories.

The two of you set to work, yourself constantly and eagerly glancing at the clock, anxious about Dottore's return. Theta sees this but makes no comment, that is until about another five of your time-checks.

"Ugh, will you stop that! I can't imagine why you'd even be so eager for him to come back, it's not as if he cares about us!" The outburst felt rather sudden, making you step away from the machinery in front of you for a moment.

"Whatever do you mean, Theta?"

"It's not as if you of all people would understand, he wouldn't say a thing against you if you decided never to pick up a beaker again! But we just get all his tasks that he can't bother with, and then a scrutinous comment about how it should have been done! He never cares to acknowledge that we are just as intelligent as he is, that bloody-"

Theta saunters around the lab, raising his arms and yelling in frustration. Before he went too bold with his exclamations, you decided to step in and calm him down. Theta’s situation with Prime would only worsen if he came back in to find him insulting his name.

You stepped around Theta's tense form, gently placing your hands on his shoulders to ease them, moving slowly as you smoothed his coat down.

"Come now, Theta. He's not so bad, and I'm sure he understands exactly how much you are truly worth, he was you, at one time, you know," Theta melts a touch at your soft voice and caress, but holds his grimace.

"Hm. As if the ancient bastard remembers,"

"Hey, that's enough of that," You pout, causing the segment to tense his jaw and look away, crossing his arms with a huff. "Theta?"

"I... apologise," he hisses, but you smile even despite the delivery. You cup Theta's face and press a kiss on his cheek, the clone's face reddening and his body tensing back up.

"What in Teyvat are you doing?"

The two of you turn to the door, where a bitter-faced Zandik stood, apparently just having entered, and just having returned to Snezhnaya.

You immediately separate from the segment to greet your husband happily, although his gaze did not leave Theta's unmoving form.

"You. Leave. Now." Theta huffed at the order from the Doctor, yet obeyed all the same.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Dottore turned to stand over you, his intimidating frame not quite so for you. How could you be frightened when the object of your affection was finally here?

"What was that?" he questioned harshly.

"He looked like he needed it."

A silence overtook you, neither of you needing to move nor speak for the conversation to continue across your minds.

"Do you need one too?"

"I do not need anything. Although I fully intend on taking what I want."

You hardly had a moment to process before the doctors hand firmly clasped the back of your neck, bringing your lips to his. You blinked, but eventually relaxed, allowing you and your husband to indulge in reuniting.

The two of you parted, and you smiled as you brushed his bangs away from his mask.

“Welcome home, Zandik,”

Zhongli

After leaving the Funeral Parlor for the evening, locking up and leaving behind a hard day's work, Zhongli's immediate first thought was to find you. His beloved partner, who loved him enough to step down from godhood alongside him, who had been loving him for centuries, and promised with a gold band never to stop.

There were only a few places you would be at this time of day, but Zhongli knew that with the bright sunset and cool breeze, you'd likely be gazing over the world at the height of Jueyun Karst. An old habit of yours that never died was to watch the world from above, especially as it turned dark and the stars took watch. As the god of clouds, it was natural that you had an affinity for the spires of rock that Zhongli had created in his youth.

You laughed bashfully when he told you many centuries after he’d made them that one of his motivations for doing so had been to impress you, and the other to have an excuse to be closer to your domain.

The memory made the former god smile as he walked through the plains of Liyue, admiring the scenery and the image of you in his mind. It wasn't long before Zhongli was stepping up the slope of Qingyun Peak, looking around expectantly, waiting for you to come into his view. And when you finally did, he couldn't help but stop to stare.

Zhongli let a sighing breath out through his smile, watching as you gracefully kneeled to inspect the bud of a qingxin flower. It seemed that the others around it were in full bloom, but this particular flower was falling a little behind. Zhongli watched with interest as your brow furrowed in worry before you leaned your head down, and gave the bud the lightest peck.

Even with your stepping down from heavenly grace you still held a great deal of power, and from your simple touch, the flower grew taller, its stem widening and leaves unfurling with its petals. Soon, the small bud had become a fully bloomed qingxin, shining pure white under the moon. Zhongli felt his heart expand in his chest at your action. It seemed that no amount of time spent with you could prepare him for how much he loved and admired you. His gaze was particularly attached to your lips, teasing him with the softness they portrayed when you blessed the flower with their touch.

It was at this time that you raised your head and spotted your husband, chuckling at his awed smile. You approached silently, head bowed but smile apparent.

"Hello good sir, what pray tell might you be hoping to gain by ascending the sacred stones of Jueyun Karst?" You tease, stopping just short of leaning against the man.

"Why, I had no intention of offending the kind, bewitching deity that resides in these mountaintops, although I simply had to affirm the legend of the god's beauty myself."

You hummed, taking Zhongli's face in your hands and caressing his cheek gently.

"Is that so?"

"Indeed," the former archon affirmed, bringing his arms around your back to pull you to him. "You are ever the most enchanting creature to have walked the skies, my love,"

You broke the flirtatious atmosphere with a snort, followed by a series of giggles, leaning against Zhongli's chest as he raised his eyebrow with a smile.

"Is there something you find funny, dearest?"

"I wasn't exactly expecting a pun, that's all."

"Ah, I had not intended..." Zhongli coughed into his hand to alleviate the embarrassed crackle in his voice. "Although it is forever true that you enchant me. Fully and truly. In fact, I would be honoured if you bestowed a blessing on me, perhaps the same one you have placed upon the lucky bloom?"

Your face warmed at the implication that he'd seen you kiss the flower. Somehow there were still moments of shyness in your relationship, despite its infinite length. However, you didn’t so much mind that your heart still fluttered around Zhongli. If anything, you found it quite comforting.

You placed your hands gently across Zhongli’s chest, leaning into him. In turn, the geo-wielder brought his hand to your chin to guide you into a sweet kiss.

Zhongli sighed into your touch, enjoying you thoroughly, yet smiling in the knowledge that neither of you would be satisfied with just one kiss.

#fluff #genshin impact #genshin x reader #gn reader #no pronouns #sfw #genshin impact x reader #romantic #gender neutral reader #Zhongli x reader #Zhongli Genshin impact #zhongli x y/n #dottore x reader #dottore genshin impact #zandik x reader #Zandik Genshin impact #dottore x gn reader #Zhongli x gn reader #Zandik x gn reader

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oinkawasleftoe · 11 months

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The Spider (Pt 2)

We quick with it?!

I wanna say thanks for enjoying the first part tho which is linked here

Character: Miguel Ohara

Type: Angst + Fluff

Warning: Violence, Yelling, Swearing, Slight suggestive content, Male Reader, Scars

Word Count: 553

You swung through the community of spider-people, feelings rushing through your head. Anger, Sadness, Fear. It all hit you like a train. You made it to your destination within short timing. It was a small abandoned corner of the community, perfect to hide away.

You set down the bag and sigh, your heart was still hurting. With shaky hands you touched the bandaging on your face. “And he claims he’s sorry..” you mutter, venom laced in your voice. “You don’t just apologize for that shit!” You kick the bag, sending it into a wall.

After the sudden outburst you leaned against the wall, sliding until your butt landed on the hard concrete. “Miguel my love, what even made you do this..” you hold your face with a sigh. “I wish I understood him..”

While you were hoping to understand him better, Miguel was having a full tantrum. Yelling at anyone who came in his sight, throwing things around in your room. For a man who hurt you, he was pissed.

His little temper tantrum continued until there was nothing left for his talons to tear into. As the reality of the situation set in, he slid down the wall with a sad look on his face. “Mi príncipe..” He spoke, guilt running through his system.

“I didn’t mean to hurt him, I would never…I mean I didn’t mean…” He groaned in frustration as he argued with himself. “I need to fix this. Lyla, track (name)’s spider suit.” He spoke into his watch. “Tracking…” The AI responded, showing a small GPS of your location.

Miguel smiled and rushed to the location, leaving the destroyed room for later events. On your side of the community, you had finally calmed your emotions down. Your head rested on the temporary pillow you had formed with your bag. It was peaceful, only for a second sadly.

“(name)!” Miguel bursted into the area, surprising you. “You- How the hell did you find me?!” You question as you stood. Miguel hadn’t really planned this far. “Look (name) I know I screwed up but I want to make this right-“ Slap! You interrupted him with a harsh slap.

Miguel stood frozen like a deer in headlights. “You wanna make this right? Don’t go chasing me after I asked for space! Don’t go threatening teenagers! And especially don’t go hurting me after you promised not to!” Your voice cracked as you said the last sentence.

Miguel’s eyes softened. “(name)…mi príncipe..” You could feel tears in your eyes as Miguel held your cheek. “Mi amor, I’m gonna do something about my anger. I’m gonna do everything to make this better, just please don’t cry.” He brushed his thumb across your lip.

“It hurts Miguel..it fucking hurts.” Tears ran down your face only to be wiped away by him. “Don’t cry baby I’m here.” He coo’d. You wanted to push him away, you really did. But your body craved for his touch, for reassurance.

“I hate you, bastard.” You lean on his chest in defeat. “Yeah yeah, a lot of people do.” Miguel chuckles softly and rubs your back. You flick his nipple, causing him to freeze before laughing. “Heard loud and clear, let’s go home mi príncipe.”

And waiting at home for you was a destroyed room. Miguel certainly got an earful that night.

Hope it was to y’all liking

#male reader #male y/n #x male reader #across the spider verse #into the spider verse #spider man 2099 #miguel ohara #spider man across the spider verse

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undertheorangetree · 8 months

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Our Gentle Sin

Saltwic

Summary- Confessions are made after the Battle of Beamfleot.

Warnings- MDNI 18+ NSFW. Female Reader. Fluff. Angst. Dialogue stolen from the show. Reader has hair at least shoulder length. Dry humping. The fluffiest smut to ever exist. P in v sex. Lots of feelings.

Author's Note- This is apart of Our Gentle Sin. I honestly adore this series and the dynamic I created here so here’s a fluffy ass fourth part💕 as usual the rest is on AO3!!

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She remembers the first time she ever met him. She had managed to track Uhtred down to Winchester, had cornered them all at an alehouse as she attempted to persuade them to let her join their group. Seeing him had thrown her off, an obvious sore thumb amongst a group of hardened warriors. Arms lacking the corded muscles of his companions, still skinny in the way men are when they’re only just out of boyhood. His hair had still been cut in the way of a novice and he had looked at her as if he was unused to seeing women, which she was sure he was. This one is no warrior, she had thought, and had gone as far as to use him as an example for them to consider her.

You’ve allowed the king’s bastard to join you, she had said. And he is little more than a monk. Surely allowing a girl would be no different.

Finan had been apprehensive but Sihtric had vouched for her and Uhtred had agreed, their heathen upbringing leaving them more than familiar with warrior women. The monk had stayed silent and she had gone out of her way to apologize to him later that night.

He had looked at her like a startled deer and his eyes had gone wide when she touched his arm but he had managed to swallow his discomfort long enough to say, “You meant no offense, lady. I am already giving them reason to allow me to stay. I will simply have to convince you as well.”

And he had convinced her, though it was not with his martial prowess. It was with his kind heart and subtle cleverness, with the endearing naivete that he quickly grew out of. They had grown close, closer than they had any right to or what may have been proper had they been integrated into normal society. Though they both knew she was the better fighter, she had caught him more than once guarding her. While she slept, while she bathed, keeping an eye on her whenever they faced Danes along the road.

He is no warrior but he is kind and that was all she ever wanted from him.

He is no warrior and yet she had allowed him to fight alone in the battle of Beamfleot.

He is no warrior and she had not been there when he fell.

She turns her head in time to watch him fall, beaten down by the blunt edge of a shield. Though she tries to go to him, she is trapped behind a wall of men, swords and shields and mud and blood making it impossible to reach him in time. She watches helpless as someone else kills the man who takes him down, the body landing on top of him, and can do nothing but hope beyond hope that he is more than just a body laying prone in the mud. When Alfred’s men finally break the line, ending their almost sure slaughter and begin taking down the Danes, she sprints passed them all to reach him. The distance seems longer now that she’s running it, feet squelching with every step as the mud tries to suck her back down, and she swings her axe into the gut of the man who tries to slow her down.

She’s breathing heavily, the cold air burning her throat and making her taste blood, but she throws herself down beside him all the same. The Dane corpse on top of him is a deadweight she’s not sure she can move but her determination wins out and she drags him away, his feet catching on Osferth’s side and turning him onto his back. She discards the body immediately, dropping to her knees and placing two fingers just below his jaw, muttering pleas as she searches for his heartbeat. It’s a feeling she has grown more than used to, the familiar thump of it always serving to calm her down. She has heard it a hundred times before, after they have lain together, when he hugs her close to his chest.

She does not know what she will do if she doesn’t hear it again now.

But it’s there, thrumming under the pads of her fingers. Weaker than she is used to but she is so relieved that it is there at all that she lets out a sob, fingers dropping to curl around the collar of his tunic.

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#osferth x reader #osferth x you #osferth smut #osferth fanfic #osferth fanfiction #osferth tlk #osferth the last kingdom #the last kingdom #the last kingdom fanfic #the last kingdom x reader #osferth x fem!reader #tlk fanfic #tlk

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aoioozora · 3 months

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I just read your flight to dreamland johnny cage x reader fic and omg I love it! I was wondering would u do a part 2 about when they both wake up and confess their feelings officially and end up being bf and gf?????

Or would you still write johnny cage x fem reader fics? There's not enough johnny fics *cries*

Sure babes <3 Thanks for requesting!

Destination Dreamland.

[Part 1]

Character: Johnny Cage Content: fluff, cuddling, confession, Kung Lao kameo Photo credit: clowning_kar Note: wrote this in a hurry, mb if it's goofy lol

Kung Lao threw open the door of your room without knocking.

“Wakey wakey, princess girlypop!” he announced. He had an odd habit of giving his friends cringy nicknames.

When he didn't find you in your bed, his brows furrowed. “Where'd she go? I didn't see her in the training grounds, nor anywhere else…” he murmured. He thought for a while at the door, but to no avail, and he shook his head. “Never mind. I'll wake Johnny up.”

He headed to Johnny's room and quietly cracked the door open. Peering inside, he observed that the mass that made up his body seemed larger than usual under the blankets. Not to mention, he found your blanket on the floor by his bed. An eyebrow was raised. This meant only one thing.

He inched closer and his suspicions were confirmed. You were indeed in Johnny's bed, fast asleep and comfortably and partially under his heavier body. Your arm wrapped loosely around his shoulders, and his nose nuzzled in your neck. Kung Lao could guess that Johnny also probably had his arm around your waist. He also noted that both of your clothes were intact, which meant that nothing intimate had been done the previous night.

“PG-13 night, eh?” he muttered to himself, disappointed to learn this.

A mischievous idea popped up in his mind. He snickered quietly as he took out his phone and took a photo, which he sent to Johnny along with an equally mischievous caption. That being done, he hopped out of the room, leaving the two of you to continue cuddling.

Not long after he left, Johnny stirred awake. As his eyes fluttered open, he was greeted by the sweet smell of your neck and its delicate skin against his lips. He groaned quietly and lazily and nuzzled his face deeper in your neck. He stayed still for a while, trying to get in a few more winks of sleep, but to no avail.

Seeing that you were still asleep, he pulled away slightly and reached his arm out to the nightstand to grab his cellphone. A glance at the time told him he wasn't quite late for anything, and he sighed in relief. Just as he was about to keep his device aside, he noticed a message from Kung Lao, and from not too long ago either.

“What did this guy send me…” Johnny murmured under his breath as he carefully moved your arm away from his shoulders and rolled over on his back just to give you some space. He brought the phone closer to himself to see what was so urgent that Kung Lao had to text.

He opened the message and was greeted by the photo he had taken, along with the caption below which read, “Paps would eat this up 😉”.

Johnny sucked in a sharp breath, fighting the urge to scream, get out of bed, hunt down Kung Lao, and throw some hands. But with the little princess by his side sleeping peacefully, he didn't dare to even squeak.

He took a couple deep breaths. When he had calmed down, he looked at the photo again and scoffed. “That bastard's not so bad after all. This picture is good. I look sexy, and she looks hot.” he thought to himself approvingly, “But Kung Lao still might have to catch my hands though. I wouldn't want this leaking to the paps.”

As he was lost in his thoughts, he heard you groan quietly and roll over on your side, facing him. You also seemed to be trying to sleep in, and he smiled.

“Hey, princess, wake up,” he whispered, tapping your cheek gently.

You let out a sound that was a mixture of a groan and a whine, like you were being woken up early to go to school. He chuckled at this and now also rolled on his side to face you, propping up his head on his hand.

“Princeeeess,” he called, tapping your cheek faster, “Wake up, I want to show you something.”

“What?” You murmured in a soft croak.

“C'mon, open your eyes.”

You forced your heavy eyes open and Johnny's face was not too far from yours, looking at you with a smile. His hair was a little disheveled, but it looked cute. He held his phone screen up to you to show the photo.

Upon looking at the photo, your sleepiness vanished. You stared at it with wide eyes and your cheeks burned hot enough to cook a sunny side up well done. “What? Who? How?” You sputtered in confusion, looking at Johnny, “Who took this?”

“Kung Lao,” Johnny answered, shrugging nonchalantly but the corner of his lip reached his cheek, as he was amused by your reaction. “What do you think of it?”

You blushed. “It's not right to take photos of others without their permission.” Even though you said that, you couldn't help but feel fluttery at the fact that your close proximity with Johnny was actually photographed.

Johnny smirked at how conflicted you looked. “C'mon sugar, just admit that you like it,” he said, as he briefly looked back at his phone to forward the photo to you, “Sure, Kung Lao was an ass to sneak up on us like this, but don't you think we got a cute photo out of it?”

You sighed, stuffing your face back in the pillow. “I guess…” You finally admitted. The thought of the picture flashed in your mind again, and you smiled against the pillow.

He fiddled around with his phone a little more before throwing it aside on the bed and turning his full attention towards you. “Now, princess,” he started in a whisper, “Did you have a nice flight to Dreamland?”

He heard your muffled giggle, and smiled again. You turned your head slightly so he could see your eye, and a hint of your smile. “Very nice. I didn't know you put me in business class.”

“Business class?!” he said incredulously and scoffed with exaggeration, “Sugar, I put you in princess class.”

Your giggles increased. “Is it better than business class?”

“Astronomically better.” he said, almost like a politician, “Now, as your flight attendant, I need to conduct a survey. Will you participate?”

“Of course,” You chuckled, amused by this role play.

“Okay, let's begin,” he pushed up his imaginary pair of glasses, “Question one: did you find the bed and seating comfortable enough?” he asked, opening his arms to expose his chest to you, reminding you that his body was your bed for a time the previous night.

“I found it very comfortable. More comfortable than my own bed.” You answered, smiling gently, thinking back to how his chest and arms made fine pillows.

He caught the dreamy look in your eye and smiled, feeling a little giddy that you enjoyed his cuddles. He cleared his throat to compose himself. “Perfect. Question two: How did you find the temperature of your surroundings? Was it too cold? Too hot? Or just right?”

You paused to think of how toasty you felt cuddled up with him under the blanket, and you could feel your cheeks warm again. “Just right.” You replied.

His curious brown eyes watched your reactions with careful curiosity. He moved a little closer, looking at you through slightly narrowed eyes, the corner of his lip tugged into a half smirk, half affectionate smile. His hand reached out to your face, and his index finger brushed lightly against your cheekbone, allowing a stray strand of your hair to be tucked behind your ear. “And question three,” he said in an even quieter whisper, “Describe your experience in Dreamland. What did you see there?”

“Is this a roundabout way of asking if I had any dreams?” You asked in a voice that you fought hard to keep level and calm.

“Yep.”

While his hand amused itself with now lightly stroking your jaw, you paused to strain your memory. His touching sure was making it hard, thanks to all the butterflies it provoked to excitement in your stomach. After a few moments of thought, you shook your head. “I don't remember anything I saw in Dreamland.”

He raised his eyes in mock surprise. “Positive?”

“Positive.”

He inched closer, now pulling his hand away from your jaw to snake it around your waist. He leaned close to your ear and whispered, “That's not what your flight attendant witnessed last night.”

His hand slid against your waist and moved to your lower back. His whisper, the breath tickling your ear, made your stomach about as wild as a circus. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as you asked, clutching the mess of sheets beneath you in your hands, “What do you mean?”

“You were dreaming, sleep talking even,” he said, “Do you know what you said?”

“What?”

“You called me by name and said…” he said, dragging it out a little longer for effect, “ ‘I love you.’ ”

You felt your heart stop. Those words instantly brought to memory the dream you had, where you saw a hazy mirage of him, and did clearly and audibly say those words. But you never imagined you would say it out loud in your sleep. Your cheeks burned again, and you looked away, your own words giving you second-hand embarrassment. You replied, “I said that?”

He nodded, smiling. “I was going to end the survey there, but now, thanks to that, I feel like I must ask you just one more question.”

“Okay, go on.” You gulped, nervous, hoping he wouldn't ask you what you dreamed about, because you couldn't even remember it properly.

“I know we throw around ‘I love you’ a lot, and we're just friends, but I can't help but wonder, do you maybe like me more than just friends?”

The way he asked it so directly made your heart drop to your stomach. You knew he was always straightforward to a fault, but it always caught you by surprise. You could feel his thumb rubbing against your waist as his hand rested there, almost as if it was a request to you to be honest.

He saw your hesitation, and his thumb continued to rub your waist gently. “C'mon angel, even if you give me a negative, I'm not gonna bite.” he encouraged, “But I know for sure that it's not a negative.”

He said it with such unwavering confidence that it compelled you to admit it. But you asked, “How are you so sure?”

He rolled his eyes. “We're practically cuddling like lovers right now. I have my hand on your waist and you're not exactly opposed to me touching you like this.” his thumb started to rub a little more slowly, and you could feel your breathing deepen. He noticed this, and smirked. “Look, you're proving me right.”

This was your chance to tell him, but you didn't know why you were so hesitant.

“Why are you scared? Everything's in your favor. Just admit it and I'm yours to keep.” he whispered.

The encouragement worked. “Okay, you're right,” You sighed, blushing, “I do like you more than just a friend.”

He chuckled. “I knew it. Saw it coming from a mile away. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist such a charming man as me,” he said, nose in the air. “So tell me, what sold you? This Greek god bod? This Adonis face? Or was it my sexy voice? My smile? My charisma?”

“None of the above.” You said with a proud smirk.

“None? No way, that's bullshit.”

“Okay, they had a part to play, I admit, but they weren't the main things that sold me.”

“I'm waiting.”

“Your silliness.” You explained, “You're silly enough to pretend to be a flight attendant just to put me to sleep. That's actually really sweet.”

“Oh,” he chuckled, smirking, “That makes sense. So, that means you like a nice guy, huh? What happened to girls liking bad boys?”

“I don't know about other girls, but I like a nice guy.” You replied.

“Mmhmm. Tell me what else you like about me.” he grinned, continuing to rub his thumb on your waist.

“You're really funny.” You said immediately.

“I could tell,” he nodded, “You always seem to be laughing at the jokes I make, no matter how awful they are.”

“But you make some good jokes, though.”

“Either that, or you're so in love with me that everything I say makes you laugh.”

You shoved his shoulder, rolling your eyes. “Shut up.”

He took hold of your hand before you pulled it away, brought it to his lips, and kissed your palm. You felt fluttery again, and your cheeks turned warm. He pressed his lips on your wrist and glanced at you, looking for a reaction. He was pleased to see you looking so flustered, shy, and happy at the same time.

“You like it?” he murmured against your wrist before kissing it again.

You nodded.

“You got a fine taste in men, babe,” he said huskily, now kissing your fingers, “You chose the right guy.”

“Why do you say that?” You asked, smiling, intrigued by his confidence.

“I got the looks and the personality, and I know I can make you feel so loved, much more than you can ask for. I can make all the jokes you want and make you laugh, and I can put your little insomniac ass to sleep whenever you like.” He took your hand in his, rubbing it with his thumb as he gave you a sly smile. “What d'you think of that?”

“I think that sounds great.” You squeezed his hand.

Smiling gently, he squeezed your hand back. He bent down his head and lovingly and respectfully kissed the back of your hand, sending more butterflies in a delightful frenzy in your stomach.

“Then I promise to make every single day together like Dreamland.”

End.

Read these next maybe?

🌸 Kenshi does your hair

🌸 Liu Kang tries the karaoke

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hoeforhao · 9 months

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Chipmunk Cheeks 🍥🧁🍡🍧|| Joshua Oneshot ||

ꔫ pairing: husband!joshua × wife!reader

ꔫ summary: your arranged husband takes care of you in your period pain.

ꔫ genre: pure fluff,mentions of blood and pain, reader sort of has body dysmorphia

ꔫ series: svt as boyfriends

ꔫ author's note: walking into the traffic if i don't find myself a joshua hong cuz am dying from period cramps atm!!

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Marriage was never on your book of life and wouldn't ever be your cup of ale. Did your parents know this since the very beginning? Yes! Yet they absolutely went out of their capacity to defy your choices and arrange your betrothal to none other than the Hong Joshua.

Mrs Hong was your mother's colleague, more specifically her best gossip buddy. They were literally known as the gadgets of their office. And when both the women saw that their little ones are getting old with no potential chance of finding their partners by themselves, they settled upon the dreaded agreement.

All your pleas about not wanting to get married to someone you have barely had three to four conversations with, someone whose entire personality, preferences literally everything was unknown to you, were completely left unheard by your parents. Apparently they wanted their daughter to have a "secured future". Literal BULLSHIT.

The most terrifying day of your life was just two weeks ago and here you lay whimpering in pain on the bed of someone you've barely spoken to or looked at since the wedding.

"What a nice time for you to pay your visit, you bastard" you internally curse at your periods.

Yes you're basically dying from period cramps. You didn't know where the nearby medical shop was around here neither did you've the energy to go downstairs and get yourself a hot pack. You were quite literally awaiting your death from organ crumbling pain in your ''husband's room". Too dramatic for just period cramps? Yes! But why react to anything normally when you've the option to absolutely lose your mind over it.

You were so damn lost in your nonsense rantings to the walls of your room, that you failed to register joshua being back from work already.

Finding the house engulfed in absolute silence made his nerves falter for a moment. Usually it would either be filled with loud tv noises of you watching cinnamoroll on the couch or clanking of the utensils as you baked yourself another new dessert recipe.

He quickly throws his coat over the armrest and hops towards your room with those little bunny legs of his ; only to find you completely curled up like a boba ball under the blankets as small painful moans echoed through the walls.

"Y/n, w-what's wrong?" you jolt up from your little coocon as Joshua's warm hands grazes against your forehead.

"Are you okay? You don't seem to have a fever. Did you've a bad day? Did anyone make you cry? Are you missing your parents? If so let's go to their place right now" he grabs your arm gently to pull you out of the bed.

"Would you let me answer or just assume things by yourself Josh!" you unwrap your hands from his while literally burning holes into his face.

"Y-yeah sorry. I was just wo- umm worried." his face hangs low from embarrassment or maybe even a bit of hurt? Not being able to understand what's bothering his wife.

"It's okay. I was j-just having really bad p-period cramps" your face now starts turning crimson, not because talking about periods with a man makes you uncomfortable but because it was h-him...your 'arranged husband'.

"Oh my god Y/n why didn't you call me!!!! I would've run back home from office immediately and brought you treats. Did you eat anything? Where is your hotbag!! Goddamn girl why aren't you taking care of yourself" you wonder if joshua participated in speed talking competitions earlier judging his ability to blurt out sentences without a single pause.

"Calm down Mr Bunny Teeth!!! It's nothing special. I've these every month. The pain will ease out gradually." you nod at him trying to reassure the man that you're infact, not dying.

"No no no way you can talk this so lightly!!! What if you burst from the pain huh! I can't clean up a bloody mess. Hell No" Joshua's last remarks ends up earning him a hard smack from you, making both you chuckle lightly. Dang your husband was even more dramatic than you!

"No seriously tho, you need to take care and pamper yourself during these days. Wait I'll get you some treats" he stands up from the end of your bed to leave towards the kitchen when your arms grabs his from the back.

"I-i don't e-eat sweets or rather I umm can't" your face droops low trying to fight the stray tear making its way onto your lap.

Joshua turns towards you in a swish and bends down to the floor, not caring about bruising his knees on the cold marble; both of his palms reaching to cup your cheeks.

"Why y/n?" a two word sentence was enough to make you break down into a crying mess.

"I - i was a-always told that I'm f-fat and s-so i stopped e-eating my favorite food w-which was s-sweets" you were talking like a five year old, words mixed up with your sobbing and face stained with snot and tears at the same time.

Joshua's firm hands gently grazed over your face as he wiped the mess off of it with his satin white shirt, while the other refused to leave your cheeks.

"You will eat as many sweets as you want love, as you buckets of ice cream you wanna feast on. And I'll be sitting right here infront of you so that each time you think about stopping yourself because of what the world thinks, your face will be planted with a kiss." you've turned completely red by the choice of his last word, the pain in your belly now mixed with a tingling sensation.

"You are perfect the way you're y/n! I can't even imagine a single milligram of you leaving this world. Like omg just think what a great loss will this universe face then!!! I want to see you eat to your heart's content, enjoy each and every meal. Do you even know how bright that smile of your glares when you munch on your food like a happy raccoon, cheeks stuffed up like a smol little chipmunk."

"S-shua you-"

"Sshh! No more words love. Sit here 'til I bring all the food from downstairs and then we'll sit together and watch sanrio, okay chipmunk?" Joshua's slender fingers draw against your lips, sending a flutter of butterflies all over your bones.

Sitting on the bed like an obedient wife you wait for him to arrange a literal feast of sweet treats infront of you, alongside tucking you into the duvet with the hot bag on your belly, making a literal cinnamon roll out of you ; wrapping his arms around your shoulders as your head now rests on his, taking in the sweet scent of his lilac cologne as you two draw yourselves into solace while watching tv together.

"Marriage isn't that scary afterall"

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dreamingcloudie · 1 year

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❛❛ Safe and Sound ❜❜

✎ ❛❛ Everything is okay now, my dear. ❜❜

Pairing(s): Dottore x GN!Reader

Genre/Format: Fluff (oneshot)

Warning(s): Use of Dottore's (speculated) real name

wc: ~1.7k

Notes: Thank you anons for requesting!! 💕💕💕 I hope softie Dottore is right up your alley for comfort <33

“No…” You muttered to yourself as you stepped out of the place you worked at.

The snow on the ground was thicker than it was this morning, which meant it would be a bit more time consuming to navigate through. You usually wouldn’t mind it any other day, but during a snowstorm? Without bringing an extra coat? Might as well stay at an inn nearby…

Actually, scratch that idea. You couldn’t.

You wouldn’t.

After what the gods decided to put you through today, all you wanted was to go back to the comfort of your cozy home. To go back to the loving arms of your husband. It would be a tiring walk but the thought of seeing him invigorated you.

As you braced yourself and began the long walk through the unforgiving snow, you told yourself this would be the last unfortunate event the world would throw at you. Surely, whoever was pulling these cruel jokes on you would spare you since you’ve been through a lot already today, right?

After what felt like hours of your legs begging you to stop moving, you finally made it to the palace and the quarters your husband resided in. Judging by this hour of time, he was probably in his lab.

But when you got there, the red light above the doors was on and you could hear something clashing in there.

Hm, it seems like he is busy right now… You thought.

He did say that you were an exception if you needed him. Though, you would feel bad for interrupting his work so you went to your shared bedroom instead. You went in and nudged the door to close. it didn’t fully shut, however. Leaving a tiny gap.

Everything felt so heavy on your shoulders today…

The moment your body met the bed, all the feelings that were bottled up before now bursted. You laid your face against the pillow, trying to drown out your muffled cries.

This day just couldn’t get any worse, could it?

One of the segments—Beta, was just going to carry out his task when he saw you through the gap, he was about to go in and greet you but he could hear the choked sobs. He began to panic and told Delta who was with him to go get Prime. Knocking on the door softly, he alerted you of his presence.

You shot up from the bed, still clinging onto the pillow as he went over to you. He didn’t know what to do or say when you were sad, but he didn't want to just leave you alone. So he just went with standing there awkwardly while patting you on the back instead.

A few minutes later, Delta came back with the person you wanted to see the most.

Zandik, your dear husband.

When he arrived, both of his segments left, not before giving you one last pat on the back.

As the door closed, Zandik walked over to where you were, taking his mask off and setting a glass of water down onto the nightstand before taking a seat next to you. While you were trying to quiet down your sniffles with your face still in the pillow, his first thoughts were "did someone dare to hurt you?"

He had already thought of a million different ways of what to do to whoever bastard hurt you.

But his thoughts to exact revenge faded away when he observed your shaking figure, he couldn't find any signs of physical injuries on you. To which he was a bit relieved.

There goes one of his ways to skin someone alive…

When you calmed down enough, he finally opened his mouth.

"What happened?"

You raised your head up to face him, your eyes were puffy and red, your mouth was trembling.

"I… it sounds silly but, it's just…"

You tried to find the words you wanted to say.

"I don't know… today has been horrible. I somehow managed to trip myself twice, I was late to work, I accidentally lost an important document and got yelled at, I—" A sneeze surged through before you could continue your sentence.

You flopped your hands down onto the pillow, clinging onto it.

"And now I might be sick because I walked through a freaking snowstorm home…"

Throughout your rant, Zandik was just sitting there, nodding along as he listened to you intently.

"I see… oh you poor thing," he said, his brows frowned apologetically.

"I'm sorry that I interrupted your work... maybe you should—"

"No, you are far more important than my work." He stated sternly, cutting you off.

His darling was sad and he wanted to do whatever he could to comfort you, but he had zero clue when it came to comforting someone.

He still wanted to try though.

So much like Beta, he opted to give you an awkward side hug instead, rubbing his thumb against your shoulder in a soothing way as he got lost in his thoughts.

You very much appreciated your husband's attempt at trying to make you feel better, and let out an airy laugh at how he was still a stranger to this.

He stood up and took the glass of water from the nightstand, handing it to you.

"Here, it's best to stay hydrated after crying."

You took it after muttering a "thank you." Taking a sip as you watched him going into the bathroom connected to your room, soon the sound of a faucet turning on and running water filled your ear.

Then he came back out and opened the bedroom door, calling a segment over and whispered something in his ear. Delta nodded his head eagerly before carrying out the order Prime gave out.

What is he doing? You tilted your head.

Closing the door shut, he went back to the bathroom and turned the faucet off.

He came back to where you were and took the glass out of your hand, placing it back on the nightstand.

"Come with me, my dear. I believe a warm bath could soothe those tense muscles of yours," he said. Taking your hands with his and leading you to the bathroom.

He let go of your hand and began to take his clothes off, while you just stood there with your eyes closed, taking in the heat the hot bath gave off.

When you opened your eyes, you were surprised to see Zandik was already in the bathtub waiting for you.

He let out an amused laugh when you hurried to take yours off before going to join him.

You sat with your back leaning against his toned chest, your hand gently tracing the scars he had on his arms. It was mostly silent with only the sound of water moving around slightly, though the both of you didn't mind it.

It was too relaxing and your eyes were starting to get heavy. Before you could fall asleep in the bath. Zandik gently nudged you awake.

"I know you wanted to sleep, but we wouldn't want you to drown now, would we?" He chuckled.

The water was getting cold anyway, so the both of you decided to get out of the bathtub and dried yourselves.

When you exited the bathroom with clean clothes on, there was a bag full of your comfort snacks on the ground, along with a… weird metal box?

Ah, it seemed like these were the things Zandik told Delta to get.

You pointed at the weird box and asked, "What's that?"

"That's a device I've been working on for quite some time now. To put it in simple terms, it is built for entertainment and you can watch moving pictures on it." He explained.

Moving pictures? That's new.

He put some pillows and blankets down onto the ground, building a tiny little fort before urging you to go in and told you to munch on some snacks.

Flicking the switch on, the front of the box was now displaying some gray and white dots. He took another much smaller box, with a label on it that said "comedy" and put it into the opening.

He then scooted into the fort with you, lying beside you with his chin in his hand.

As you waited in anticipation, Theta and Omega appeared on it, causing you to gasp a little.

"Oh my— are they trapped in there?"

"No, no, they aren't. Just wait and see." He told you, grinning a little.

"Ahem," Omega cleared his throat, his voice projected through the metal box.

"Uh, okay, let's see…" Theta muttered and looked at a piece of paper, presumably a script.

"Aha! Omega! What did the fish say when it swam into the wall?"

Omega sighed a bit, a scowl was apparent on the bottom half of his face.

"What."

"Dam!"

Some snickers could be heard from the box and Omega groaned.

You couldn't help but a little smile appeared on you as you watched his reaction.

"Okay, okay. What did the ocean say to another? Theta grinned, a contrast to Omega's gritted teeth.

"Nothing, they waved." Theta finished the joke off while snorting at how horrible these were.

You began to laugh a little as well at how stupid, and yet amusing this was.

You were focused on the "television" which was the name of the device, your husband told you a while later.

He smiled to himself in triumph at how hard you were laughing, and that he got to see your happy self again. His favorite expression of yours.

It's been a few hours since you've been watching the segments' shenanigans and your eyes were starting to get droopy again.

As your eyes fully closed, you leaned onto Zandik's arm as support and let your sleepiness took over you.

He noticed how your body went limp and slowly got himself up, careful not to wake you and picked you up, laying you down onto the bed gently.

Turning the television off, he got the pillows and blankets back onto the bed. Lifting your head up a little to slip a pillow underneath before getting in and joining you.

He had his arms wrapped around you protectively, keeping you safe and sound in his hold and hoped for a better day for you when tomorrow came.

Before he could fall asleep however, he could feel you moving in his arms. And a little peck was placed onto his cheek.

"Thank you for making me feel better today… I love you."

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin x yn #dottore #genshin impact #dottore x reader #dottore x y/n #dottore x you #genshin dottore #il dottore #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui #fatui harbinger #fatui harbingers

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rozcdust · 1 year

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Oh no, he’s stupid

Pairing: Rindou Haitani x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Crack, Fluff

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of vomiting, antidepressants withdrawl, suggestive at the end

Your amazing, lovely, beautiful boyfriend assumes you’re pregnant.

Rindou is close to pulling his hair out as he stares at the website, reading over the text once, twice, three times-

You’re pregnant, you must be, all the symptoms line up, there is no way you’re not and- He doesn’t know how to react, actually.

Should he be happy? He’s deeply in love with you, you’re the light of his life and the reason he’s happy to wake up every morning, but, a kid? Is he even ready to be a dad?

His own old man was a bastard, a textbook example of a neglectful father, forcing Ran to take care of both himself and his brother at such an early age.

Would Rindou be any better? God, he hopes so, he can’t imagine putting you and his own child through the shit his old man put his mother through.

At first, he just assumed you ate something bad, or got a stomach bug, but as the weeks passed, you continued waking up early, every morning, before him, which is odd in and of itself, you usually prefer to sleep in, and you’re rushing to the bathroom and puking your guts out before you even ate something, and before he can even properly wake up, or react.

Not to mention, the mood swings, you started being more agitated and losing your patience quicker, and the headaches, as well as the fact you had trouble keeping down anything that wasn’t plain rice and soup.

Oh God, he’s gonna be a dad.

Still, he had to wonder, really wonder, why haven’t you told him? You must know you’re pregnant by now, there is no way you don’t know, and yet, you hadn’t uttered a peep about it, not even wanting to talk about your illness besides a few swift ‘I’m fine, Rin, calm your shit.’

Fuck, don’t you trust him enough to mention it? What if you think he’ll be a shitty father, what if- You should have known by now, after nearly 2 years of being together, that he’d support you in any and all choices, if you wanted to keep the baby, get rid of it, whatever you decided, he would be standing right by you, so why-?

Why?

There are too many thoughts racing through his head, but still, he decides to step up and do the best he could, to let you know he’s okay with that, with this, and that he’ll do his best to be the best goddamn dad there is.

He closes the current window on the browser, opens up a new one, and types in ‘Baby cribs’.

Just as he places in an order for a crib, multiple baby things - ranging from clothes, toys and other necessities - and a couple to things supposed to help pregnant people to ease the stress of literally carrying a fucking watermelon in their uterus, he feels a pair of eyes on his back, lingering in an uncomfortable stare.

He slowly turns around in his chair to find his stupid fucking brother, Kakucho and Kokonoi, wide-eyed in shock, their eyes rapidly moving between him and the monitor of his laptop.

Ran is the first to break out of his haze, and in a second that appeared to pass too fast, he throws himself at Rin, pressing his younger brother in a bone-crushing hug, pressing kisses all over Rindou’s forehead and hair.

“You’ll be a dad!” Practically squealing, his brother pulls him out of his chair, gripping him tightly as Ran spins both of them around in a circle, laughing almost manically, “I’ll be an uncle! Oh my God, I’ll be an uncle!”

“PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN!”

“I’LL BE AN UNCLE! YOU’VE GROWN UP SO FAST, RIN-RIN!”

“Congrats, man.” Kakucho smiles, his voice soft and quiet, but the smile on his face is lively, and quite telling that he too, is happy for the younger Haitani.

Kokonoi, as well, seems borderline ecstatic, already starting to mutter about how he’ll need to raise Rindou’s budget as he pulls out his phone, after all, kids are expensive, and how he can’t wait to see the little brat, and oh, how he hopes you’ll be okay-

Rindou is mildly surprised, but vaguely remembers Kokonoi mentioning once, when the man was significantly inebriated, that he likes children and babies, finding them adorable.

Ran (finally), puts him down, but he still holds his younger brother’s face in his hands, still planting kisses all over his face, and Rindou truly wants to fucking smack him in the moment.

“When’s the due date?” Smiling wildly, Ran asks.

“Not sure, honestly. Um, they haven’t even told me they’re pregnant yet, but they have all the symptoms.”

“They’ll probably tell you soon.” Kokonoi smiled, brightly, his voice rather reassuring.

Yeah, you’ll tell him soon, for sure.

Their excitement was starting to rub off on Rin, and he found himself rather happy now instead of unsure.

He’ll be a damned good dad to your child and an excellent husband to you, he’s fucking sure.

“What symptoms?” Sanzu suddently appeared out of nowhere, clearly having eavesdropped on the conversation.

Rindou was too happy to give a shit.

“Morning sickness, mood swings, dizzy spells, fatigue, it’s lasted for like a month now, the usual first signs of pregnancy, ya’know?”

Sanzu nodded, warily, seeming deep in thought, if the pink-haired junkie could even think.

Those did sound like symptoms of pregnancy, of course, but it also sounded-

Huh.

No, that can’t be it, and really, it’s not Sanzu’s job to meddle.

You groaned, slumped over the couch, utterly miserable and close to a breakdown, nausea rolling inside your guts like a tidal wave.

Your doctor warned you it might be like this for a while, but still, it has not prepared you for the whole plethora of suffering and terror it will include.

You hated this, and hoped it will pass as soon as possible.

And fuck, you know Rindou is getting worried, you still haven’t told him, after all, but you really did plan to, at least, after the nasty symptoms passed and you at last, had some peace.

Rindou stretched his body, glancing around the bare, spare room the two of you had in your apartment.

You were at work, and despite Rin’s protests, working a double, so he at last knew he’ll have time to decorate this and turn it into a baby room, it’ll for sure be a nice surprise.

The crib and everything else he ordered has arrived, and he’s been hiding it at Ran’s up until now, but since he finally had enough time to set everything up, and repaint the wall entirely, add a few shelves, put in a crib and add a few finishing touches.

You knew he was repainting and repurposing the spare bedroom, with the help of Ran and Kakucho, even made them snacks the few time before, you just didn’t know exactly why, and you didn’t comment much, except to say the lavender purple he chose for the room looked pretty.

Well, time to get to work.

You were so goddamn tired.

Doubles sucked, even more so when you’re so nauseous that you can’t even think properly, and you absolutely should have taken this day off, but fuck it, you had the previous week off, and you just needed to get out for a little.

Your lovely boyfriend greeted you at the door, beautiful as ever, even in just a plain shirt and sweatpants, grinning wildly, ear to ear.

“Hello, darling,” He kissed you, gently and deeply, his arms sneaking around your waist and pulling you flush against himself before you even had time to take your shoes off, “Go change and shower, I made us dinner, we’ll have a relaxing night in, okay?”

You smiled into the kiss, pressing your forehead against his.

“When you change, I have to show you something though.”

You tilted your head in curiosity, but obliged, skipping to the bedroom to strip out of your work clothes and into Rindou’s hoodie.

When you stepped out of your shared bedroom, he stood in front of the spare room, chest puffed put with pride and grinning like a maniac.

“Alright, mister, show me what’s up.” You smiled, tapping your foot in anticipation.

You assumed he turned the spare bedroom into an office space, maybe a DJ-room, after all, it was still a prominent hobby and a passion of his, and you wouldn’t mind.

“Ta-da!” He exclaimed, swinging the doors open.

You did not expect… This.

You stared in mild shock at the baby crib, multiple toys already in it and ornaments set on the wall, a rocking chair and a coffee table next to the crib, multiple children’s books carefully set on the shelves (when the hell did he add shelves? No, scratch that, when the hell did he have time to build a damn crib?), and to top it all off, lavender bed curtains hung off the ceiling, just above the crib.

You blinked.

“Babe… If you wanted us to have a kid, I’m sure there were… Less extravagant ways to ask.”

It was Rindou’s turn to stare at you, in confusion.

“What?”

“I mean, it is beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but shouldn’t we first, you know, be pregnant?”

“You are pregnant though?”

You turned to glare at your boyfriend, before looking down at your body, pinching the skin of your belly.

“Really? Do I look pregnant? I’m sure my weight stayed the same.”

Rindou wildly shook his head, lilac eyes wide and confused.

“No! No, I mean- Your illness this last month- It all lines up- You puke every morning, you have mood swings, dizzy spells-“

The sound of your laughter shut him up quick, and he stared at you as you turned toward him, cupping his face to kiss him softly.

“Baby, no. I’m going through withdrawal from my antidepressants, my doc took me off and it’s rough. You knew I was on those. I told you that before!”

Oh.

Rindou, suddenly, felt very, very small.

You merely smirked, leaving a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“So, you’re not pregnant?”

“Nope.”

“We won’t have a kid in 9 months?”

“Not to my knowledge, no.”

“You don’t think I’d be a shitty dad?”

Your brows furrowed.

“No? Why the hell would you ask that?”

“I- I assumed you didn’t tell me because you thought I’d be a bad dad.”

The sound of your laugh echoed off the walls.

“You’re fucking stupid baby.”

He huffed defensively.

“Well, I know that now!”

“I’d think you’d be a great dad, the best there is, you’re already such an amazing boyfriend,” You smiled, looking him straight in the eyes, voice genuine, “No baby in here though, sorry. But…”

His breath hitched as you pressed him closer to you, hands sliding down his back to cup his ass.

“If you join me in the shower, we can work on that.”

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bumbburger · 1 year

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Shrink rays your Soap

GhostSoap crack, and fluff

Simon woke up to clattering in his kitchen.

He was a light sleeper through and through, even more so when he didn't have Soap huddled by his side.

The first thing he noticed, aside from the noise, was the lack of the smaller man's warmth cuddled into him. That simply wasn't right.

Soap would always huddle Simon well into the morning, until they both would have to begrudgingly arise. But there was no Soap, no running shower, no breakfast cooking. Something was not correct.

Simon grunted, using his palm to rub the sleep from his eyes. He moved his legs over the bed and heaved himself upright, on a mission to see what was causing the ruckus.

He rounded the corner into the kitchen, senses on high alert.

On the floor laid a broken, ceramic mug.

Even more alarmingly, next to the mess sat a little, kitten sized Scotsman.

What.

"Quit yer gawking and help me up you big bastard!" His voice remained gruff as ever, never faltering.

Simon blinked his eyes again, mostly from disbelief.

"...Soap?"

"Get me off this bloody floor already!" He reached his proportionately tiny hands up for Simon, wishing to be picked up.

Simon scooped him up easily in both hands, deftly gentle with the now bite-sized Soap.

"But you're so… small… smaller than before, even-"

"Oh how funny. As if I haven't noticed I'm the size of your shoe!" He huffed, crossing his arms, thoroughly frustrated.

"Alright, alright calm down you little muppet." Simon cooed. "What exactly happened when I woke up?" He ran his thumb over the tiny man's Mohawk, his thumb enough to smother his head entirely.

Soap sighed a bit at the touch.

"Well I was jus' getting ready to make some coffee and breakfast, ya know. Had the mug in hand and everything and suddenly, it was… like a sneeze. I went from totally average sized man to this-" He stammered out, clearly frustrated.

"Maybe it'll wear off…?" Simon offered.

Soap grit his teeth.

"I'm still hungry too, didn't even get my coffee… how messed up is that?"

"I can make you something but… how would you eat it? I can only cut up toast so much- " He gave Soap a sarcastically grin. "I can get the bottle we used for the kitten I suppose."

Soap stiffened, blue eyes glared up at Simon's brown ones.

"Do not use a fuckin' bottle on me, Simon."

Simon chuckled a bit, putting up his free hand defensively.

"Alright, don't come complaining to me when you can't eat nothing because you're the size of my palm." He carefully set Soap down on the table, confident the small man wouldn't just throw himself off of it on a whim. Hopefully.

Simon started scanning their cupboards and fridge for something he could reasonably give to his tiny companion.

He dug through the fridge and discovered a carton of strawberries he didn't remember buying, they were still fresh. He took one out, the smallest and reddest one, and brought it to the table. He set it down beside him, nearly half his size.

"That's… kinda large, don'tcha think?" Soap chided.

"I can cut it up a little, or blend it up. I dunno, maybe you'll have to have baby food-"

"Just cut it up you big brute."

Simon let out an amused huff before grabbing the strawberry again, and unsheathing a paring knife from their knife block, he cut the berry as little and coherently as he could. The berry holds up well for being sliced so small, not reducing to mush under the blade. Simon cuts up the whole thing and places it on a small saucer, returning it back to the occupied table.

Soap stood up, looking approvingly at the pieces of berry.

Simon turned back around to make himself coffee. Normally, he'd like tea this early in the morning but for Soap, he'd bear through.

The coffee brewed slowly, filling the kitchen with the scent. Once finished, he took the mug in his hand and sat down at the table.

He found that Soap made pretty good progress on the strawberry, a few pieces still scattered on the plate. He was a bit amazed that he had gotten that far, really.

Simon took a little spoon, one he'd often use for his tea and dipped it into his mug, filling it with coffee before setting it down on the table by Soap. A peace offering, of sorts.

Soap looked up at him, still chewing with his cheeks full.

"I'm s'posed to lap it up like a dog, then?"

Simon took a sip from his mug.

"I could get the bottle if you'd like."

"You're a mean man, Simon."

"Maybe don't get shrunk next time" He shrugged.

He watched as Soap bent down to drink some of the coffee from the spoon. Simon found himself wondering how beneficial a strawberry and coffee are as a full breakfast. He'd try and make up for it with lunch.

Soap sat back now, arms splayed behind him, propping himself up. Simon swears he hears the littlest hiccup from him.

"Full? From a berry and some coffee-" Simon smiled from behind his mug.

"It was… a big strawberry. Shut your gob" He huffed indignantly.

Another chuckle from Simon.

"What am I to do with you?" He brought his index finger over the table to poke Soap's chest affectionately.

Another huff from Soap.

"I wanna go back to bed… wake up and be normal again…" He rubbed his eyes tiredly.

Simon pursed his lips in silent contemplation. He gazed at the microwave clock, reading 9:27 AM. He supposed it wouldn't hurt to go back to bed for a while.

"Am I to put you in my pocket and crawl back into bed?" He looked down at Soap.

"Oh definitely-" There was no sarcasm in his voice. He really did want to fall asleep in Simon's pocket.

"I guess I can keep you in there while I get some work done, then. That way I can be sure you aren't getting into trouble." Simon glanced at him.

"Aye, kinda always wanted to get wrapped up in your hoodie and take a nap… usually it involved different circumstances, though." He yawned dramatically and stretched his arms above his head, bringing one hand down to scratch his tummy under his shirt. He was putting on a little display, and Simon took his cue.

Gently, he brought a large hand to wrap around Soap's chest under his arms, careful not to squeeze him. He lifted him up and opened the front of his jacket pocket to place him in it. He looked down, making sure he was secure and finally allowed himself to stand. He decided he'd lay on the couch and do some relaying with Price about a mission in the works. His pocket was quiet and warm, a little fuzzy Mohawk sticking out from time to time. There was a rise and fall independent of Simon's own breathing, it made him feel comfortable.

He opened his laptop and worked quietly for a few hours, his tiny Soap never returning to his normal size in that time. It was going to be a long day.

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random-thot-generator · 4 months

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Dirty Little Secret + Pt. 5

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MACTAVISH x FEM READER

Summary: A trip to Brighton ends up with you stranded on the side of the road. But have no fear, Johnny's here!

Warnings/Tags: Profanity, bit of Fluff to keep you warm, Johnny saves the day, Reader's beginning to come around, No use of Y/N

(Notes: You know me. I can't stay away from the feels and warm fuzzies. This is just two old lovers finally getting to know one another.)

Word Count: 1.9K

"Love, I need ya to go to Brighton for me t'morrow," Aunt Rue announced over dinner. "Eddie texted me earlier and said he found an original gear shift knob for the MG, but he won't be able to get away for at least another week. He offered to send it through the post, but I don't trust 'em not to lose it."

"What about the bakery?" you asked. You were scheduled to work in the morning.

"I already called Lou. She'll cover for ya."

You shrugged. "Sure, okay."

She smiled at you, patting your hand. "Yer a doll. Thanks, love."

The next morning, you rolled your scooter out of the work shed, doing a quick check before throwing your leg over the seat. It was a vintage, mint-green 1962 Vespa you received for your sixteenth birthday from your aunt, probably your most prized possession.

Donning your helmet, you started her up and set off for Brighton, a giddy grin on your face. The feeling you were experiencing was akin to playing hooky from school. It was a beautiful day for a ride, and it had been ages since you'd taken your scooter further than Kilroy, so you planned to make the most of it.

You made it to Eddie's custom shop in good time despite the traffic, retrieved the part, then took a brief lunch break at the Brighton Pier before heading back home. You were in no hurry to get back, enjoying the seaside scenery as you reveled in the pure exhilaration of traveling the open road. At least, you were enjoying it until a lorry almost turned you into a greasy smear on the asphalt.

You just barely managed to keep the Vespa upright, slewing off the road, the motor rattling to an abrupt halt as you flung a leg out to keep yourself from getting thrown arse over tea kettle. Heart pounding, you glared after the speeding truck through a cloud of dust, a string of curses flying out of your mouth as you stripped the helmet from your head.

"Ya mad bastard!" you shouted at the lorry, shoving the kickstand down with your foot. Climbing off the scooter, you staggered a bit as your shaking legs struggled to support you. "Bloody hell!" you gasped, grabbing onto the seat to keep your balance.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins, making you feel nauseous enough to bend at the waist and plant your shaking hands on your trembling knees. As you fought to keep down your fish and chips from lunch, you pulled in long, steady breaths to help slow your racing heart.

Once you felt calm enough to stand upright again, you blew out a long exhale, then turned to check over your scooter. "Fuck," you muttered, spotting the rear flat tire immediately.

You were still about twenty miles outside of Kilroy, and there was no way you'd be able to push the Vespa that far. You'd have to call for help. Taking out your phone with another muttered curse, you called Aunt Rue.

"Heavens, love!" she exclaimed, when you told her what had happened. "Thank goodness you're alright. Just sit tight. I'll send someone t'come get ya right away."

"Thanks, Aunt Rue." You put your phone away and slumped down beside the Vespa to wait.

Within five minutes, you received a text from Rue saying someone was on their way, though she didn't say who to expect. Not that it mattered to you. So long as they had a way to transport your scooter, that's all you cared about.

That's what you thought, anyway, until a familiar black truck pulled off the road, coming to a stop in front of you. Sighing out a resigned breath, you climbed to your feet and stepped forward to greet him.

"Bonnie!" Johnny called as soon as he got out of his truck, rushing up to you to take you by the shoulders. "Are ye a'right, sweetheart?" he asked, looking you over with an anxious expression.

"I'm fine," you assured him. "Just a bit shaken up."

His hands kneaded at your shoulders, worry etched into his face. "Christ, I damn near keeled over when yer aunt tol' me wha' happened." His hands tightened on your shoulders before he pulled you into his chest, arms wrapping around you in a vice-like hug. "Thank Christ yer a'right," he breathed out, resting his cheek against your head.

Your arms came up on instinct to encircle his waist, letting him hold you for a moment. You couldn't deny that being in Johnny's arms was a huge comfort, and after the frightening close call you'd just had, you allowed yourself to briefly indulge in his strength and reassurance.

The two of remained that way for several more moments, before you gathered the strength to pull away, feeling slightly embarrassed by your own behavior. Avoiding eye contact, you planted your hands on your hips and turned to look at your scooter instead. "Do, um... Do you have any straps to tie her down with?" you asked, sounding as sheepish as you felt.

Johnny nodded slowly, taking note of the change in your demeanor. "Aye. We'll get her loaded up and get ya home. C'mon, hen."

The two of you wrestled your scooter into the back of his truck, Johnny getting her strapped down, double-checking the straps to make sure she was secure. "She should be good t'go," he said, hopping out of the truck bed.

Once you were back on the road, you blew out a tired breath and slouched into the passenger seat, closing your eyes. The two of you rode in silence, the sound of the wind whipping through the cab of the truck and the warmth of the sun hitting your face soothing your frayed nerves.

"Tha's a nice scooter ye got," Johnny said, casting a glance your way. "How long ya been ridin'?"

A little smile graced your lips as you slit open your eyes. "Aunt Rue got her for me when I was sixteen. She was my first real taste of freedom."

"Aye, ken what ye mean. Me da got me an' me brother dirt bikes. Tore up the countryside on those bikes. Used 'em to herd the sheep, too," he said with a laugh.

"Sheep?" you repeated, giggling. "You were a sheep herder?" An image of Johnny holding a shepherd's crook popped into your head.

He chuckled self-consciously, nodding. "Aye. Grew up on a sheep farm. Still canna smell sheep shite without thinkin' o' home."

You snorted out a soft laugh, your curiosity getting the better of you. "So, how many siblings do you have?"

"There's five o' us, countin' meself; me three sisters an' me brother, James. Brianne's the auldest, then Emmie, me, James and Sorcha."

"Ooh, you're the middle child. God, your poor mum. Bet you drove her bonkers."

He huffed a laugh and nodded. "Aye. 'Twas always gettin' up t'some sort o' mischief with James when we were lads. Least, until one o' me sisters tol' on us. Brianne was the worst, way meaner than our mam, always scoldin' us an' boxin' our ears. She's married an' got her own brood t'deal with now. Guess me an' the others were good practice fer her."

You sniffed in amusement, easily imagining him as a cute, blue-eyed boy with messy, dark hair and a devilish grin, no doubt an absolute terror. "Must've been nice, having a big family. I always wanted a sister, but..." You shrugged, leaving the thought to hang in the air.

He slanted a glance your way before focusing back on the road again. "Yer aunt, she mentioned that she raised ya," he said, keeping his voice soft and low.

A slight crease formed between your brows. "Yeah. My da dumped me on her doorstep when I was eight. Said he'd be back to get me, but never showed. I think after mum took off, he just couldn't cope with a kid on his own. So, Aunt Rue took me in. Can't complain, though. She gave me a better life than I ever had with them. Don't think either of them really wanted kids."

Johnny was quiet for a moment, brows tipped together. "Ya ever thought 'bout havin' wee'uns o' yer own?"

You tilted your chin up in thought. "Didn't used to think so. Had this whole glamorous life planned out for myself; ya know— successful career woman living it up in London. After being on my own in Hereford, though..." You sighed, shook your head. "I thought I'd love living in the city, but honestly I was miserable there. I'm not a city girl; I learned that much about myself. It gave me a whole new appreciation for Kilroy, once I moved back. Guess I'll always just be a simple village lass, but I'm okay with it, now. Feel more like myself than I have in years."

He hummed, nodding. "Aye, I ken wha' ya mean. No' much fer the city, either. 'S like livin' in a bloody rat maze, everyone packed t'gether." He gave a shake of his head. 'S no' fer me. Dinnae like livin' in Hereford. 'S jus' a convenience, close t'the base."

You entered Kilroy soon after and directed him to your aunt's cottage on the outskirts of the village. You could see his eyes taking in the cottage and land as you helped him unload the Vespa. "This is a nice place, bonnie," he commented, eyes still scanning the property.

"Yeah. Aunt Rue loves it here; me, too. Belonged to my grandparents. Needs a lot of work, though, especially the cottage."

Johnny studied the stone structure, noting the missing and broken shingles on the roof, the dry rot around the eaves and windows. "Aye. Could use a bit o' TLC."

You sniffed. "It could use a lot of TLC, but the money to pay for it is the problem." You shrugged. "We'll get it done, eventually."

Johhny gave you a sidelong look. "So, ya plan on stayin', then? Permanently, here in Kilroy, I mean."

You thought about it and then nodded. "Yeah. I think I am. It's home, ya know?"

His bobbed his head slowly, considering your words, then he heaved out a breath and offered you a smile. "D"ya need a ride into the village?"

You shook your head. "Nah. Lou's covering my shift at the bakery today. Think I'll stay here, give the Vespa a going over, get that flat tire off." You shifted awkwardly on your feet. "I, uh... Thanks for the lift back and helping with my scooter. I can give you a few quid for petrol or—"

He waved off your offer with a scoff. "'Twere nothin', bonnie. Was glad t'do it. " He seemed a bit awkward himself before finally stepping forward to give you a quick hug and peck on the cheek. "'M glad yer a'right, bonnie."

With that, he stepped back a few steps, his cheeky smile appearing before giving you a wink. "I'll see ya later, sweetheart," he said, then climbed back into his truck, cranked the motor and steered it back onto the road. He thrust his big arm out the window to give you a final wave before disappearing down the narrow lane.

Your hand drifted up to your face, fingers brushing over the spot where he'd kissed you, a little smile pulling up the corners of your mouth. You found yourself looking forward to seeing him again.

"See ya later, Johnny."

part 4 part 6

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akkkkollle · 1 year

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Congrats on passing your exams, Chris! I should be studying for one, but here I am lol.

I have a special request for you;

Write Sanzu with your favourite kinks. That’s my request. Thank you!

Pairing: Sanzu × M!Reader.

Words: 2000+.

CW/TW: angst to fluff to smut, quarrel, marking, cum inside, sex without preparation, dacrifilia(?), blowjob, riding on the hips(1 time).

Notes: these are not my so favorite kinks, but it's just that this idea has been spinning in my head for a long time, so I wrote it. I couldn't think of anything interesting with my favorite kinks because of the following fan fiction with Mikey, so just enjoy it, please.

The impatient tapping of fingers echoed through the spacious room of your bedroom. You sigh heavily, looking irritably at the clock. Time was barely passing, everything was too slow. You just click, getting up, and going to the balcony.

You lean on the railing, breathing in the cold night air. You calm down a little, but your thoughts are still playing this picture that you saw.

- Why does he need it? - you whisper, running through your hair, pushing it back.

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You calmly walk down the corridor after meeting Bonten. You stretch your neck, tired from sitting in one position. Your hearing picks up some kind of rustle, and your gaze immediately falls on the object that supposedly made the noise. You carefully head towards the sound, looking around so that if something happens, you are ready.

And finally you see a door in front of you, the existence of which you did not even suspect, although you have revised the building plan many times. You gently turn the handle, which turns calmly and gives you a view of your boyfriend's back.

You only tilt your head slightly to the side, keeping the door only slightly open. Laughter comes from the room.

- I won't say anything, don't even try. - the man spits out blood, pulling with his tied hands. - Who sent you to me, huh?

- What difference does it make to you? You're going to die anyway, you bastard.

- So no one sent it, right? What if your king finds out or your dear boyfriend? What you are now turning into mincemeat one of your main informants. Aren't you betraying them.

- You betrayed him. I will never forgive you for betraying my king. - he aimed the gun at this guy, and he just smiled a little.

- And M / n? - he froze for a second, looking away.

You frowned, waiting for his answer. You feel like your heart squeezed and was ready to burst into pieces.

- He... - he hesitates. - It doesn't matter.

You make a surprised sound, immediately closing the door, and heading out.

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- It doesn't matter, yes... What a bitch you are. - you whisper, throwing on your coat, and going outside.

You sigh again, but then you turn around, feeling arms wrapped around your torso. You immediately removed them, slightly pushing him away, from which he only looked at you in surprise.

-Sanzu, let me ask you, what did that 'it doesn't matter' you said when you tortured that guy mean? - his eyes widen when he hears the question and he looks down.

Silence hangs between you. You just laugh as you pass by him, and he just follows you in bewilderment. But his eyes widen even more when you throw on your coat and grab the handle of the front door.

- Where are you going? - he asks quietly.

- Will you answer the question? - he just lowers his head. - I see. We're breaking up.

His eyes go up to the door, which is already closed. He feels tears begin to flow down his face. He quietly settles down on the floor, laying his face. Tears trickle down between his fingers, falling on his trousers.

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- Really? - Mikey asks, looking at you.

- Yes. Do you understand that or what? - he nods. - He can't let anyone betray you, but I...

- M/n. - his whisper makes you look up. - Find out what he wanted to say.

You just sigh when he gets up and walks behind you, heading towards the performers. You just run your hand through your hair, going after him. You see them interrogating some traitor or rather torturing him. But it doesn't matter. You're just looking around, not noticing the pink-haired head. You click, hearing rapid footsteps behind you first, and then several shots.

You turn around, seeing a familiar striped vest. He just bites his lip, turning his head to you when there is a corpse in the background. You just point at the door with your eyes and go there. He immediately puts the gun away and follows you.

You walk through the corridors in complete silence until, finally, you open the door and enter there, and he follows you. You sit down in the only chair in this abandoned room, he is standing next to you, looking down at the floor, afraid to even breathe.

- Will you explain all the same what that phrase meant? - you ask, running your finger down his arm, making him wince.

- I just couldn't express how much I love you, M/n... That is, Mikey is my king and I've known for a long time what I want, and you... You're making me feel too weird. - he mutters, weakly grabbing your finger, but then squeezing when he feels that you don't take your hand away.

You look at him, he looks at you. His cheeks turn red when you pull him into your lap, but he only fidgets a little to get comfortable.

- Thanks by the way. - you say, putting your head on his neck.

- For what? - you just grumble, and he pats you on the back.

- For shooting that idiot. - he gasps in understanding.

- Well, I couldn't let your back get hurt, right?

- Do you want her to get hurt by you? - you ask, gently biting his neck.

He whines, pushing his head to the side, giving you full access to his neck. You just laugh, but bite his neck, pushing back the collar of his shirt, unbuttoning the buttons. You take off his vest along with his shirt and throw them down somewhere when he pushes his head back, which makes you inadvertently run your tongue over his adam's apple, causing him to suffocate for a second.

You jerk your hip, making his little body bounce and he moans as his growing erection rubs against your thigh. His hands clumsily try to unbutton your shirt, pulling off your tie. His gaze is limited by the fact that you are now under his chin. He grabs the fabric at random and slowly but surely undoes the buttons.

You pull away from his neck when you make sure he's covered in your hickeys and bloody bites. And then he finally takes off your shirt, unbuttoning the last buttons. His hands immediately grab your belt when he throws your shirt behind him. But you stop him.

- Hmm? - he mumbles in bewilderment and looks up at you.

- Get off me. - he opens his eyes, but you just lift his body, get up yourself, and then put him on a chair.

- What? - he mutters when he feels that you are pulling off his trousers along with his underwear, throwing them into the same pile.

- I have to apologize. You cried because of me yesterday. - you blow on his cock, which makes him twitch.

Your mouth wraps around his head, which makes him tremble, gently grabbing your hair, expecting you to throw it away, but to his surprise you don't.

- Don't be surprised, I won't control you much today. Have fun while you can. - you take his cock deeper, forcing his head back on the back of the chair.

He whispers a quiet "Thank you", grabbing you by the hair harder. His legs tighten around your back when you take his cock completely. He moans loudly and high when your fingers stroke his balls.

- C-cumming, cumming, cumming, M-m/n, pleeease... he whimpers, feeling tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

You moan in agreement, sending vibrations through his penis, from which he ends up with heavy breathing. His legs shake and gradually descend from your body, allowing you to get up and wipe the cum left on your lips.

He looks up at you tiredly as you pull off your pants and underpants, complementing the pile from behind. He stands up, making room for you, and then sits on your lap, wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling you into a kiss.

His tongue slides over yours and he moans when you run your tongue over his palate. You lift his body, pulling away from his lips. He gasps, feeling your cock begin to enter him very slowly. He whines from stretching and tears finally pour out of his eyes when he feels the stretching that you caused.

He immediately fidgets, despite the severe pain in the lower part of his body. You just grin, grabbing his hips, lifting his body up, and then lowering him down sharply and quickly.

His face falls on your shoulder while you control his body like a toy. You feel the drops trickle down your chest, falling on your torso and the leather upholstery of the chair.

He's whimpering. His voice was hoarse from his loud screams. His face is completely red, while his neck is dark purple, with small droplets of dried blood from your bites. His hands impulsively grab your back when you enter him especially pleasantly.

- I'm g-going to cum a-again, M/N, ahh! - he tucks his legs when he feels the approaching climax, from which he moans loudly, squeezing you, forcing you to growl and also cum into him.

You both relax. You lean back in your chair, while he lies on your chest, outlining your collarbone. You gently take your dick out of him, which makes him whine. You walk up to this pile and throw him clothes.

- M/n, and nothing will happen if we have been away for so long? - he asks, looking at your figure buttoning the sleeves.

- Nothing. Just get dressed and don't worry. - he just shrugs and buttons up the last button. - Don't you think you should hide what's around your neck?

- No, I don't want to. Oh! - you just giggle when he stumbles and grab his hand, leading him out of the room.

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chericherilvr · 12 days

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I bring all the drama - M.L.A

Pairing: Marcus Lopez x fem!Reader

Summary: Being in a secret relationship with Marcus was easy, I mean it still is even after I see Maria flirting with him. After all, I thrive for drama

Reader specifics: Said to have hair, reads romance, fem reader cause they call themselves a cool girl, hinted and pretty much told neurodivergent reader (with autistic and adhd in mind)

Warning: this is so fluff I wanna cry, my humor is broken, probably ooc (like all of them), reader talks to themselves, not proof read like at all

2.1k words hehe

a/n: this is for my pookie @lucifertoxics and my pookie only, if you aren't my pookie you can keep reading it who am I to stop you tbh xx-

He grabbed her hands, a tight embrace resembling those of sweet love stories. "I love you," he whispered melting inside her eyes. "I love you," she replied whising to whoever was listening for this moment to never end.

"When are you going to finally find a boyfriend and stop reading those books?" It's in times like this I thank that the school I'm in. He looks so killable, maybe could use him to ace Mr. Denke's class. I nod to myself as I stare at Billy my eyes narrowing, (i) Why do the school rules imply you can't kill any other student? I let myself roll my eyes, he's a lucky bastard. "How about you find yourself one and let me read in peace? Please and thank you" I smile at him turning back to my book. The chair creeks as he sits pointing out just how much care they added into the library. "I mean it," Billy whispers leaning on the table, "I'm not calling you a lonely loser, but that's exactly what I'm calling you" Would I be too mean if I laugh at him? I shrug and let myself snort at his suggestion, Billy grabs my book out of my hands and throws it far on the table, out of my reach. Can't a girl just enjoy their free time for once? I turn to look at him. "Okay, I'm listening" He grins at my words choosing to ignore the annoyed tone that they came out with.

"Just don't want you throwing away your romantic life cause you prefer spending it with people who don't exist" I smirk, if he only knew, my heart beats quick, I try to ignore the burning feeling, we said to keep it secret "They are real" I chuckle at his stare, snickering trying to not burst out laughing I keep talking "they are real to mee" I slap my hand to my mouth if I'm going to laugh at least I will try to not be so loud for the library. "You're helpless" I follow Billy with my eyes trying to calm down from the big laugh, my tingles hurting from laughing too much. "Oh man if he only knew" I wipe a tear shaking my head, and standing up from my chair. Man, I really needed a good laugh. Look around the room, look around the room. I shift around for a bit trying to not act eager, and as a cartoon movie I slowly walk out the library, yes I am skipping so what?

Truth be told, Billy was far from the truth. Don't get me wrong, I love my fictional boyfriends, but I would never choose them over my fluffy ball of chaos and depression, Marcus, my boyfriend. I giggle when I think of him quickly wiping a face in front of my face to turn my expression into a more neutral one. Cool girl y/n, cool girl. Omg I could maybe start a band and get a bike? That's pretty cool girl style, right? I usually tend to get lost in my own thoughts, and I wonder how people saw me, I mean I was litterally just skipping down the hall my eyes unfocoused and looking around the walls, incohearent mumbles bouncing around me. Oh fuck I must look crazy to them. I shrug, eh who cares.

I'm not aware of how long it took me to reach the spot, our spot. Sure it was a big rock laying around but seeing it makes my stomach jumping with butterflies. I would totally twirl my hair and kick my feet with a giggle if it wasn't for what I saw. "What the actual fuck" I blink a couple times, Marcus sitting on our spot with a smiling Maria standing next to him. I mean, it's a public space, it's not like they're together locked up in a room, but why was she raising her hand to brush his hair back. Girl I get it, but his hair wasn't even messed up, why would someone even? Oh. Everything stops, and by everything I mean me, who was still aproaching them. Oh fuck she's flirting with him. I would tell you everything I thought in that moment, but I would be lying if I didn't say my brain was racing so fast not even I caught most of it. Yet I can explain how my body tenses, fingers tapping each other, the sun that suddenly looked brighter, the wind on the grass, the birds chirping, it's too much, their breaths, oh wait no, my breath, the one I can't control right now. I force myself to look at him, and I'm met with silence.

A peaceful silence that wraps around my body massaging the tension out of it. A comfort silence that fills my heart back to life. I've never been so happy to see my boyfriend's face filled with disgust. My boyfriend. As if a button was pressed my human body reacts again, walking back towards them. Towards our spot. It takes all strength within me to not laugh when Marcus pushes Maria's hand when she tries to touch him again. "Hi" They turn to look at my smiling face, and I'm sure I must have also pressed a button in Marcus cause he looks like he's about to call me his saviour. I'll tease him for that later, I could get some extra cuddles. Do I want to be mean? I mean Maria is kind of my friend as well, and my relationship with Marcus has been kept secret since it started. But a bit of teasing can't hurt, can it?

I savour every second every slow milimeter that I move my head to look at Maria as if it was sweet candy. My eyes widden in surprise and I make sure to pull the best smile I could muster. "Omg Maria you're here too!" I cheer giving her a tight hug giggling. "I swear I didn't even saw you, how's everything?" She frowns a bit looking side to side, but there's no camaras filming you, bestie, this is all real. I grab Marcus hand rubbing my thumb along it giving him a quick kiss on his cheek and a lovesick smile before turning back to look at Maria, head tilting as I wait for her answer. Fuck am I a bad person for enjoying her shocked face right now? I mean I'm training to kill people, but that's a whole different story, right? "What the fuck?" I chuckle when she speaks, covering my mouth with my hand. "Fuck did I messed up languages again? It's hard sometimes to realize" And I swear to God, I deserve to get a grammy for the self-pitying face I'm doing right now, I whine a bit selling the act, "I asked how you were doing, we haven't seen each other since thursday back in class" I smile at her leaning a bit closer to Marcus but not really whispering to ask him "That was in english, right?" He nods at me trying to hold his laugh when he sees my worried face, I sigh in relief looking back at Maria.

"I've been good," aaah, the sweet taste of confusion, "sorry it's just," she pauses again proably trying to understand what was going on, I'll give her that, she does look like gears are turning in her head to think right now, "it's just, are you two together?" Maria points at us, I gasp out in pure shock. Damn someone should just cast me already for a telenovela. "Oh my god!" I exclaim dropping Marcus' hand, "fuck babe I'm sorry I forgot we were keeping it a secret" I cover my face and groan, "fuck I'm sorry"

Cheeky bastard decides to finally speak, grabbing my hands out of my face and pulls me to stand in front of him. Fuck you Marcus Lopez Arguello, now I'm going to blush because of you. I melt when he cups my face into his hands and chuckles shifting his mouth into a smirk. "It's okay Love, it was bound to be known someday, it's not your fault" He ruffles my hair and if it weren't cause I'm in my acting era I would have already glared at him for daring to mess with my hairstyle. "I'll get-" Maria doesn't even finish her words before she darts out towards the main building, and I can't help but wonder if she felt bad for flirting with someone taken (which has never stopped her before) or if she was already telling everyone in school (which if I'm honest, it's what I think was happening) I giggle once she's out of sight turning back to face Marcus.

"Don't look at me like that" I allow myself to glare him this time, if I ignore my hear begging to kiss him I can act mad at him right? "Like what?" "With a big smile, it makes you look too cute, not fair, making me want to kiss you and everything. Also how dare you!" I exclaim, I migh not be an actress, but I am dramatic, I try to make my hair look good again, "I come in here, looking cute as fuck, my hair giving everything it needs to give, and you go and ruffle it that's not fair like-" This motherfucker kisses me.

I mean who am I to reject a kiss from him? Specially when he still tastes like today's desert we had for lunch, now I want icecream again. I love when he kisses me, but I hate how he knews how much it affects me. I surrender to him, not being able to pull away, not wanting to pull away. He quiets down my brain, so much it's concerning, each time after my brain powers on post-Marcus effect, I consider calling my psychiatrist to test him, this can't be human, he can't be real, am I going crazy or does he share the same effects my pills do. Don't tell this to my psychiatrist, but his effect works even better, it might not help me concentrate but I love the quiet silence that fills my brain. He pulls away, and I add it to another reason as to why I hate Marcus; He's so perfect, and I'm so desperate for him.

"You're hot when you're jealous" It takes me a couple seconds to react to his words, I was being for real, post-Marcus effect lingers for a bit before I regain control of myself. "I wouldn't call it jealousy" He rolls his eyes smiling, licking the corner of his mouth and I just know it's cause of his ego being filled up, he raises an eyebrow challenging me to explain myself. I start speaking a couple of times trying to defend myself, but pause before a single word can come out. I throw my head back groaning before dropping it on his shoulder, burrying myself in his shirt, relaxing at his sweet smell. "Okay, I was jealous, but I don't think it quite was that" He humms and I giggle when I feel his neck vibrate to produce the sound, "my head was turn between wanting to run away and cry, and the other part was begging me, screaming at me to just punch her away from you" I raise my head just as he rubs my waist up and down, shivering when it got a bit too low, curse the tickles. He looks into my eyes, but doesn't force mines to be on his, he knows I'm listening. "Love, you know how much I love you, right?" His voice is so soft it could put a baby to sleep, I adore it.

"You're amazing, you're sweet," he kisses my forhead, "you're funny" he kisses the tip of my nose, "you're a pure soul trapped in a hellhole" I chuckle even with my eyes slightly watering, he keeps going, "you're so loving, you're so lovable, you're so much that fuck if it wasn't cause I really, really, want to say something else, I could be here all day. You're enough" he kisses my lips, I taste my tears. "how did you know?" I plead him, he ruffles my hair. "that you were feeling insecure? Cause I'm the best boyfriend ever" I can't argue with that, I think to myself as he kisses me again after a soft laugh.

He grabs my hands, a tight embrace resembling those of sweet love stories. "I love you," he whisps melting inside my eyes. "I love you," I reply whising to whoever was listening for this moment to never end.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH HOW DARE YOU NOT TELL ME-?!" Billy shouts.

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