#I feel bad I didn’t remember her name because she was so sweet she sat in front of me in economics

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Head Fucked

This is an unofficial sequel to Head-Fuck one of @misseviehyde‘s hottest stories

Monica's heart pounded as she stood in front of the door, clutching the address she had found after a lengthy search. She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with doubt and uncertainty. What if Violet remembered her as the same person she had tormented all those years ago? What if she slammed the door in her face?

Summoning her courage, Monica raised her hand and knocked on the door. The seconds ticked by like hours as she waited, her anxiety growing with each passing moment. She didn’t have a lot of time before Wren got home from school and paraded around like the bitchy brat she was now. Finally, the door creaked open, revealing a girl her daughter’s age. She wore glasses and had a friendly face.

“Hi can I help you?” She asked with a pleasant smile.

Taken aback for a moment and concerned she didn’t have the right address, Monica timidly asked, “I’m looking for Violet?”

“Thats me! Well I go by Lettie. Oh but I guess you actually want my mom right? Let me go get her.” The young girl said and disappeared back into the house. Monica took a moment to come to grips with Violet having a daughter. It seemed appropriate that someone as vain and conceited as Violet would name her daughter after herself but this girl seemed so friendly and nice.

Her mind didn’t have long to dwell on it because a moment later she found herself face to face with a middle-aged, but still outrageously beautiful woman with a look of surprise on her face appeared at the door.

"Can I help you?" Violet asked, her voice cautious.

Monica met Violet's gaze, her heart pounding louder. "Violet," she began, her voice slightly shaky. "It's been a long time."

Recognition flickered in Violet's eyes, and her expression shifted from surprise to a mix of curiosity and something else—remorse, perhaps? "Monica?" she said softly, disbelief lacing her words.

Monica nodded, feeling a lump in her throat. "Yes, it's me. I know this might sound crazy, but I need your help."

Violet's gaze held Monica's for a moment before she stepped aside. "Come in," she said, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

An hour later and Violet sat open mouthed at the take she had just heard. The idea that some magical clay could have made a copy of her was unbelievable and even more outlandish that it would transform an innocent girl like Wren into a mega bitch but Violet couldn’t deny the sincerity in Monica’s voice.

"I'm so sorry, Monica. This is all my fault. If I hadn't been such a bully in school, your daughter would still be the sweet and kind girl I'm sure she is."

Monica's eyes softened as she watched Violet, seeing a mixture of regret and concern on her face. "I'm not here to make you feel guilty," Monica said gently. "I'm here to ask for your help."

Violet looked up, her gaze meeting Monica's with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "What can I do?"

Monica's eyes brightened with a spark of hope. "There's a way to reverse the transformation, but I need your insight," she said, leaning in closer. "Wren needs to touch a sculpted bust I've carefully glued back together over the course of a few months. It will break the clay's hold on her, but the challenge is that she's constantly surrounded by her loyal betas."

Violet's brows furrowed in thought. "Severing her from her clique won't be easy, they were extremely loyal to me back in high school and I loved having them around to applaud my bad behaviour. But I know a few things that might delay them for awhile," she mused.

Tears welled up in Monica's eyes as relief flooded over her. She couldn't believe that the person who had once caused her so much pain was now offering a helping hand. She hugged Violet tightly. "Thank you, Violet. You have no idea what this means to me."

Violet patted her back gently. "We're in this together now. But we must act quickly. "

Monica rushed home and prepared for her daughter’s arrival and hoped Violet’s plan would work. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Wren stormed into the house in a huff right on queue. Her expression was a mix of anger and annoyance. Monica, acting concerned, approached her. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

Wren's frustration spilled out. "Not that it’s any of your fucking business loser but it’s my friends! They just blew me off. I texted them to hang out, and they all had excuses. How dare they do this to me! I might just have to fuck all their boyfriends to remind them who is in charge."

“Wren I have something to show-” Monica began before Wren shot her a look that blazed with a thousand fires.

“What the hell did you call me?” Her daughter said through gritted teeth as she stepped closer to Monica. Monica shuddered with fear but pushed through, knowing that hopefully their nightmare would soon be over.

“I called you Wren because that’s who you are. You’re not Violet, you’re my daughter and you’re going to be my little girl again.” Monica said as she produced the cobbled together bust of Wren’s face much to Wren’s horror.

Before Wren or Monica could make a move, the sound of laughter and chatter reached their ears. Wren's friends had arrived. Monica's heart raced as she exchanged a quick glance with Wren, both knowing that the crucial moment had arrived.

Wren smirked superiorly at Monica, her eyes gleaming with defiance. "Nice try, Monica, but I'm not going anywhere near that bust," she taunted as she sauntered over to the door to open it.

However amongst her friends at the door was a woman who was incredibly familiar, she had a face that Wren looked at every day. Older Violet stood there, a determined expression on her face. "Oh yes, you will," she declared, her voice commanding.

Wren's smug expression faltered as she stared at Violet in disbelief. "Violet? What are you doing here?"

Older Violet's gaze locked onto Wren's friends, who stood awaiting her orders. "Hold her," she commanded, her voice carrying an undeniable authority.

In an instant, Wren's friends moved forward, their expressions filled with evil glee as they grabbed Wren's arms and held her in place, defying her struggles.

Monica watched, her heart pounding, as Violet took a step closer to Wren, her eyes unwavering. "Wren, it's time you learned your place," Violet said firmly as she took the bust from Monica’s hands.

Wren struggled against her friends' grip as Violet advanced, the sculpted bust in her hands. Fear and anger battled within her as she cried out, "You can't do this! I'm Violet! I'm a goddess!"

Violet's gaze remained unyielding, her determination unshaken by Wren's protests. With steady purpose, held the bust close enough for Wren’s friends to pull her hands onto the bust. Once they touched the clay started to seep off of Wren back onto the bust.

The transformation started slowly at first, a subtle change that moved like ripples through Wren's body. Violet's gaze darkened as she watched, her voice unwavering even as Wren's identity was in flux. "No dear, you’re just a copy," she stated coldly, the words carrying a weight of disgust.

Wren's struggles intensified as the clay's hold on her began to weaken. The confidence that had once empowered her as Violet now wavered, replaced by uncertainty and fear. And in that moment of vulnerability, Monica saw a glimmer of her daughter returning, a chance for her to break free from the grip of the past.

As Violet continued to press Wren's hands onto the sculpted bust, the clay worked its magic with an eerie precision. Wren's struggles intensified, her cries reaching a crescendo as the dark energy that had taken hold of her began to unravel.

In a sudden burst, the clay released its grip on Wren's body and flowed fast back onto the bust. Wren crumpled to the floor, dropped by her bitchy former friends. Violet, with a calculated calmness, took the sculpted bust, a victorious glint in her eyes as she carefully secured it away from Wren's reach.

Monica rushed to her daughter's side, embracing her tightly as Wren gasped for breath. "Thank you so much, Violet. How did you convince her friends to betray her?" Monica said, her voice filled with gratitude.

“Your pathetic daughter was just a poser, her friends recognized the true genuine article when they saw it and when I told them my evil plan to take the power from her, they were more than happy to help, isn’t that right girls.” Violet said with new malice dripping from her words. Monica’s eyes grew wide as she realized that Violet hadn’t changed after all, she was still the conniving butch she always had been and Monica now gave her a change to be young again.

"Please, Violet, it probably wont even work on you. We have to make sure this never hurts anyone again. Please I beg you!"

Violet, unfazed by Monica's pleas, simply shook her head. "Oh please I don’t need this thing. Look at me, I’m still a fucking goddess. No this bust is for someone else.”

Confusion clouded Monica's face as she struggled to understand Violet's motives. Before she could inquire further, Violet snapped her fingers, and in an instant, the bitchy army obediently exited the room.

As Wren's ex friends reentered the room, they dragged in another figure, bound and gagged. It took a moment for Monica to recognize her as Violet's daughter, Lettie. The room fell into a tense silence as the girls dropped Lettie to the ground, removing the gag that silenced her struggles.

Lettie looked up at her mother with a mixture of confusion and fear. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the sculpted bust Violet held in her hands. "Mom? What's going on? What are you holding?"

Violet's expression remained stoic, a mask that revealed nothing of her inner thoughts. The bitchy clique exchanged smirking glances, clearly excited about the unfolding situation. Monica finally put two and two together and said with a sense of urgency in her voice, "Violet, please, let Lettie go. She doesn't need to be a part of this."

Violet, however, seemed unyielding. "Oh shut up you fucking loser. It took every ounce of my strength not to bully you back at my house. You’re just as pathetic as you were back in school. Just as weak as your daughter. Just as soft as my daughter," she replied coldly, her gaze shifting between the sculpted bust and her daughter, who awaited an explanation with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.

"I had hoped Lettie would grow into a cruel-hearted and powerful bitch like me, but she cares for people," Violet declared coldly. "She stands up to bullies and uses our fantastic wealth to help others. It's made me sick these past 18 years, but that all changes today, thanks to you, Monica, and this wonderful bust you made."

A chill ran down Monica's spine as Violet advanced on Lettie, who was too slow to react. With a swift and determined move, Violet seized Lettie’s hands and forced them onto the sculpted bust. Lettie’s eyes widened in shock and fear as the transformative magic of the clay began to take effect.

The clay flowed deviously from the sculpted bust onto Lettie’s hands, creating an eerie and malevolent connection between the two. Lettie, initially frozen in shock, threw her head back in sudden electric pleasure, a sinister gleam in her eyes hinting at the transformation's evil nature.

As the dark magic took hold, her body underwent a wicked metamorphosis. From an unathletic and nerdy frame emerged a figure with larger, more impressive tits, pouty lips that exuded a touch of cruelty, and sleek hair that tied up into a bitchy ponytail, framing a face now marked by an evil beauty. Perfect skin replaced any imperfection, and her nails elongated with a delicious curve, reflecting a newfound vanity.

Flabby skin gave way to became toned perfection, and her waist tightened to create a silhouette that echoed a cruel kind of confidence.

Amidst the gasps and shock, Lettie’s expression evolved into a devious smirk, embodying the dark persona of her new body. Her eyes, once timid, now sparkled with an evil glint. The room, shrouded in an atmosphere of foreboding, witnessed a metamorphosis that transcended the physical, leaving an unsettling aura in its wake.

Lettie moaned in delight as she gazed upon her new form. Her bitchy long nails running over her tight new body. She resisted the urge to shove her hand in her panties and touch her tingling pussy.

“Oh mommy, what a wonderful gift. Now I’m your perfect bitchy daughter. I can finally live up to my name. I’m a true Violet now.” The new younger Violet giggled.

Monica and Wren looked on, both transfixed by the transformation that had taken place. Monica was horrified by the evil that she had unwittingly unleashed but Wren was now jealous of the power she had lost. Crawling over to the older Violet, she began to beg.

“Please give it back! I want to be Violet again. I’ll be your perfect daughter, aren’t you impressed with how I made my mom into my little bitch?” Wren said clawing at Violet’s leg. Both Violets looked at her with disdain.

“If you really had her under your thumb like I had all those years ago then she wouldn’t have sought out my help in the first place. My daughter is the true heir and once I put in the papers for her transfer to your school she’ll show you what a true bully looks like.” Older Violet said with a knowingly smirk.

“Really mommy? That’s so wicked and evil I love it! I can’t wait to make you my grovelling little simp,” Younger Violet said looking down at Wren in disgust. “You can start by gathering up all the sexy clothes you’ve bought as me so I can get a head start on putting together my slutty wardrobe. If you’re fast maybe I’ll even let you lick my pussy so you can get a taste of what it was like to be perfect.”

Wren quickly got to her feet and headed for her bedroom but Monica caught her arm and pleaded with her to stop.

“Fuck off mom, you ruined everything! I’ll do anything Violet asks me now, she’s a goddess. I should know!” Wren said with pure venom in her voice as she shook off her mother’s grip and headed upstairs.

“Darling why don’t you and your new friends go up to Wren’s bedroom and ‘help’ her out? Me and Monica here are going to reminisce about old times.” Old Violet said with an evil smirk that was exchanged by her daughter as she and her loyal betas ran upstairs giggling.

“W-what are you going to do to me?” Monica said trembling as Violet closed in on her.

“Oh just something my daughter said really put me in the mood. So loser, get licking, I don’t have all day.” Violet grinned as she hiked up her skirt and showed off her bare glistening pussy.

WEEKS LATER

“And if I do this, you’ll finally let me in the clique?” Wren asked a waiting Violet. Wren was dressed as slutty and as hot as her dorky body could manage, trying to mimic her idol. However no one was close to Violet and her beauty.

“Yes idiot, you’ve been so loyal these past few weeks that this is your final test. Go into the principals office and convince him to give us all straight A’s for the rest of the year, by any means necessary.” Violet said with a devious grin. Wren nodded enthusiastically and marched into the principal’s office.

“Are you really going to let that loser into our gang babes?” Laura, Violet’s unwaveringly loyal number two, asked. Violet shot her a cheeky smile.

“Well if she doesn’t get herself expelled I’ll consider promoting her to our official cum cleaner. After all her mother is a natural so she should be no different.” Violet said as they waited for Wren.

Meanwhile miles away back at Violet’s house, her mother was receiving a rejuvenating mud facical courtesy of the melted down remains of Lettie’s bust. The mud melted pleasurably into her skin erasing the minor wrinkles she had and tightening the skin all across her body.

Violet moaned in pleasure as she felt twenty years younger. She would take Lettie’s place in the private school she had transferred her out of, losing as her sister and she would cause havoc for a new generation all over again. Her plan made her positively gush and she knew just who to service her.

Snapping her fingers, Monica appeared quickly at the door wearing the slutty maid outfit Violet forced her to wear.

“Mistress you are looking divine.” Monica said like a sycophant. Weeks of constant service had beaten her down into a submissive slave for Violet and her daughter.

“Silence worm. I want that tongue to be focused on doing one thing only now. Now come to mommy.” Violet said with a cold purr as Monica crawled over to her waiting pussy.

#f2f #corruption #bitchification #magic #evil bitch #power transfer #evie hyde #unofficial sequel

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great war | i want you pt.3

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pairings: dad’s best friend!natasha x fem!reader

summary: your father doesn’t know it yet, but you’re in love with his best friend. and what makes it better is that you’re sure enough that she feels the same way. the sad part is, neither of you can word out your love for each other properly.

warnings: slight angst, heavily detailed smut, g!p natasha romanoff, dirty talking, pet names, degradation involved, slight age play kink, jealousy, daddy kink, top!natasha & bottom!reader, and more - minors dni

notes: i want beefy tasha so bad

Birds chirping outside my window woke me up, prompting me to rub my eyes as I sat slowly on this very soft, delicate bed. I yawned loudly and looked around. This isn't my room. It took me a moment to realize I was in Natasha's room, and I was mortified. I knew what happened last night, but my vision was hazy, and I remembered her conversation with Bucky. Her voice was flecked with jealousy, but it was subtle. Next thing you know, I'm in her room. Resting.

"You're awake." I looked up to see Natasha handing me a glass of water and an aspirin to relieve the ache in my head; she didn't appear upset. It was more like she enjoyed being in the same room as me, with no one else to bother us.

“Was I that drunk?” I slurred, drinking from the glass she handed me as she sighed. "I'm assuming you've spoken with Bucky."

Natasha dropped her smile and sighed deeply through her nostrils, "Yeah, he was drunk too. I think he wanted to fight me."

“D-Does he know about… us?” My chest sighs with relief as she shakes her head. I wouldn’t imagine them fighting on the streets; Natasha’s temper can be intolerable. “Oh, okay. So it wasn’t that bad, right?”

“He seems cocky,” she murmured, playing with her fingertips instead of looking at me. “I just–I saw him touching you, and I didn’t like that.”

I sighed as I reached for her hand, and I'm glad she didn't flinch - I needed to let her know Bucky wasn't going to stand a chance. I was entirely hers. I wish she knew that more.

“He’s just a friend, Tasha.”

“He could be more than that–”

“Please?” I cut her off as I cupped her face and drew her closer. We exchanged glances, unsure who would make the first move. She looks at my eyes, then at my lips as she bites into her lower ones. There was no time to fool around. “Tash, look at me.”

She looked into my eyes once again. “I don’t want to sound jealous, but I am. Y/n, I really am. I need to know he’s just a friend, so please just… tell me he is.”

The world felt like it was beginning again. Every time she looked at me, I could swear I sank deeper until I reached the bottom of the ocean and begged to be saved. She was my breath, my knight in shining armor. I'd kill myself for her if I could. I know it's an exaggeration, but I would. She leaned slowly and kissed my mouth, and I could feel how plump and sweet her lips were. I was merely addicted.

I opened my eyes and watched as her face got wrinkled, licking her lips slowly. She was beautiful, like a mature older woman who looked young for their age. I whispered, “I hope you trust me.”

“I do, with all of me. Within me.”

Within me, I repeated her words in my head. Heaven.

“Is Dad here?” she shakes her head, revealing her smirk. “We should watch a movie together. What do you say?”

“Asking me on a date, little girl?” I giggled, nodding my head. Natasha kissed my lips again and brought me to her lap, squeezing my waist softly – afraid enough to hurt me. “Do you want to run away with me someday?”

This made me feel still. This question was similar to Bucky's request for him to marry her, but it was slightly better in her case. It's more accurate than marrying someone because I knew I wasn't ready for such a big commitment. After all, I'm just a kid who has a crush on my father's best friend.

It could be more significant than that.

“W-What?”

Her body deflated with my answer. I shouldn’t have said that; I should’ve said yes – because I would.

“Do you want to run away with me?”

I let out a light chuckle and wrapped my arms around her neck, pressing our foreheads together.

“How are we going to do that, Tash?” she massages my left arm, chasing for another kiss as she feels desperate for me. “Tash, wait–”

“Pennsylvania, have you been there?”

“I thought you wanted to go somewhere in another country, like Spain.”

Natasha sighed, nodding in agreement. “Yeah,” she said. “Maybe we could do something like that. But I want you to be close to Steve as well. I don’t want him thinking I took you away from him.”

“Is it even a good idea to tell him?” I pondered as I made circular motions with my fingers on the back of her scalp. “Like, do you think he’d approve of us?”

There was a long silence, but it wasn't awkward. Natasha looks at me, wondering what would happen if Steve knew about my relationship with her. Would he be disheartened? Disgusted? The second option was more accurate than the first, which he disapproves of.

So what have I been doing with myself?

"We don't have to tell him, baby," she cooed, nibbling on my bottom lip and slithering her hand under my shirt as my nipple felt her fingers on it. "No one needs to know about us. It's just the two of us. Okay?”

Being a secret wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.

“Okay,” I whispered, seeing her widely grinning – which made my heart happy. “We don’t have to tell anyone.”

She kissed me again, but this time it was more heated. More passionate if you put it into a more profound word. I felt her hand raking on my right breast while the other was caressing my left ass cheek, moaning and grunting each time I ground on her pelvis – which I could feel her hardening member.

“Oh god,” she groans into my mouth, removing both shirts. “Keep grinding on me, baby girl… feel so good.” I pushed her slowly back on the mattress and kissed her fiercely, trying to take charge. But she was quick enough to spin me around, and I was beneath her, mewling for my life.

“You want this dick, don’t you?” she teases, kissing my ribcage up to my chest as she gives my skin open-mouth kisses. “You want this. Tell me you want this.”

I want this. I want you in me.

“I-I want it, Daddy–” my breath hitches when I felt her tongue flicking on my right nipple, biting it slowly. “Argh! Tasha, oh my god–it feels so good…”

She spent her time making love to my body, her lips hovering over every inch of my skin. I felt desired and craved. Something about her kissing me all over made me feel important and vulnerable. Everyone, including Bucky, sees me as something good or not appreciated. Maybe even both. But to Natasha, in her eyes, I’ll always be that good little girl for her, as she always says.

Natasha pulls down my panties and licks up my pubic bone, pressing her nose onto my clit – smelling me, wanting me. I prided my legs open and quietly asked, “Y-You don’t have to eat me. I just want a quickie. That’s all.”

“Why? Are you leaving me?” I know she was teasing, but I felt a pan of sadness. She knew where I was going today, yet didn’t speak about it.

Bucky Barnes.

“N-No, but I have to see him–”

She pulls herself up and opens my mouth, pressing her thumb and index finger against my cheeks and spitting a wad of saliva on my tongue. "Let me fuck you first, baby," she growls. “Can’t let him take you away from me without claiming you first.”

Natasha swiftly removes her boxers and strokes her penis, getting it hard. I offered to help, but she kept my other wrist in place – I guess she was this possessive today. But she never dared touch me in a rough matter, and she would always ask permission for that. But her spitting on my tongue was something else, immensely turning me on. I looked down at our bodies and saw the tip of her dick leaked with pre-cum, dribbling on my stomach.

“Sorry,” she murmured, pecking my jaw. “I’m hard right now.” It was nature, so it wasn’t much of her fault. I cupped her face again and softly kissed her, then flicked my tongue on her upper lip, begging her to fuck my mouth with her tongue. She gladly did, thrusting her tongue in my mouth as she licked the roof of my mouth.

She mumbles, "You taste so good," she says as she aligns her dick on my tight hole and gradually thrusts into me, groaning in my mouth. “Oh, fuck. you’re so tight, baby.” I inhaled deeply and clawed at her back, digging my nails into her skin. Her penis was always huge and thick. If you look closely, you will notice how many veins she has run the length of her dick. And the tip of her cock was pink, really pink. She doesn’t shave much of her pubic hair, but from time to time, she does.

“Daddy, you’re too big!” I exclaimed, throwing my head back onto the pillow as I felt her pushing more of her length inside of me – turning myself on when I heard her whispering the dirtiest words out of her mouth. “O-Oh god, I’m so full…”

Natasha pulls out slowly and pushes back in again with a roll of her hips, murmuring: “Feel good, baby? Yeah, bet that feels good. You love this big cock too much, huh?” I nodded, whimpering while biting down my lip. “S-shit, you’re clenching on my dick! Fuck, keep clenching around me, baby.”

She holds my hips down and starts pounding me, the headboard hitting against the wall maliciously – hoping that no one else could hear us being so… lewd. But then I realized we live a bit further away from the village, so I took my chances and started screaming her name, rolling my hips with her.

She licks my neck, kissing it and whispering, "Your screams turn me on so much." The room is filled with the sound of our skin slapping one another and the smell of our sexual activity. At this point, she was using you like one of the toys in her collection. “Push Daddy’s cock out, come on baby… you’re gonna make me fucking cum!”

Unconsciously, her hips begin to move, and her grunt intensifies until you hear it coming from outside her room. But I didn't give a damn; I allowed her to beat me down on her bed and beg me to clench around her dick.

And I did.

"Can I call you a slut?" she asked quietly in my ear as she pushed herself inside me. “P-Please? Can I call you my fucking slut?” I nodded, feeling parched. I clutched her close and looked out my window, noticing more birds from the tree looking down at us. It was an odd sensation because these were just animals, but it would be a different story if they were humans.

"Do you realize you're a fucking slut?" She growled as I lifted my legs and intertwined them behind her back, squeezing her. "Are you my slut, baby? My personal little slut?”

"Uh-huh, I'm your slut, Daddy... your personal slut," I nodded frantically. She smiled at me almost maliciously as she realized she'd bottomed out. With my tightness, she could barely pull her dick out, causing her to groan.

“Oh god, you’re so fucking tight… can’t even pull out from your pussy. Your little pussy took this dick, huh?” Her cock twitches as she chuckles, her other hand pressing against my stomach as I scream in delight. “Yeah, scream it, baby. Let them know you’re being fucked, especially by me. Your other Daddy’s best friend.”

"I'm close-" my breath hitched once more as I looked down at our genitals, which were completely fused together. She kissed my lips, and I felt her spit run down my throat, causing me to tremble. “D-Daddy, I can’t take it–oh my god, I’m coming!”

"Cum, baby, cum for me," she says as she gives three more hard thrusts. Squeeze my dick, yeah—oh fuck, I can feel you... you feel so good!" As I climaxed, I arched my lower back and noticed white dots appear. I could tell she was getting close, so I hugged her while chasing another kiss from her, begging for more.

"I'm going to get you pregnant," she grunts, rolling her hips on me hard. "I'm going to make you round and swollen, steal you from your father, and make us a family. Do you want that, sweetie? Want my cum?”

"N-no, wait," I prompted myself, trying to push her stomach out, but she pushed me back down on her bed and began howling. “Tasha, wait–”

“We’re roleplaying,” she simply says, her breath ragged. “Come on, play along with me. M’promise gonna pull out, just play with me…” I decided to indulge her dirty fantasies and let her pound into me once more, my skin burning each time her thighs collided with mine. She looks down at me intently, her brow furrowing as she nears her climax.

“Tell me you don’t want me to cum inside you,” she demanded, her eyes still gazing at mine. As I screamed, she groped my right breast harshly. “Tell me you don’t want Daddy to get you pregnant. Come on… tell me.”

“P-Please don’t cum in me…”

"What if I want to?" she grunts, covering my mouth with her hand as I whimper on it. “Shh, answer me. What if I don’t want to?” I shook my head and writhed away from her, luring her deep inside me until I was pregnant with her children. She admitted that it was all a ruse - she would never get me pregnant.

She removed her hand from my mouth as I screamed, “Pull out! Please, just pull out–I don’t want to get pregnant–”

“I’m here, baby–fuck! Oh my god, I'm here," she says softly, pushing my hair away from my face and kissing me hard on the lips. Murmuring my mouth, she said: “I’m cumming, baby. I’m cumming deep inside of you; take it all. Take it. That’s it–Ugh, you feel amazing…”

She did not come inside of me. Instead, she drew back and jerked herself off, missing her climax. She decided to come all over my chest and moan out my name every time she spurts ropes of cum all over my chest, some on my face. Natasha groaned in euphoria as she looked down at me; this was a pleasant sight for her. Something captivating that could stain her mind for decades until she dies.

“Are you okay?” she asked, out of breath. I felt her body lying beside me while her hand trailed up and down my stomach. “Please tell me you’re okay…”

“I’m okay,” I whispered, looking at her with droopy eyes. Natasha only smiles and pulls me closer to her, kissing my temple. She says, “That was amazing, better than I’d imagined.”

“Do you like roleplaying?”

There was a pause, but she nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “I do. It’s one of my favorites when it comes to sex.”

“Do you want to do that more often with me?” I inquired. She nodded again, but her smile was one of concealment as if it were a dirty secret. “You don’t have to be ashamed of your fantasies, Nat.” I put my thumb on her cheek and caressed it, smiling back at her.

“It’s just that,” her words trailed, looking down at her penis as she thought about the choice of words she would say. “My fantasies can be really upsetting. Like… I have a thing for age play.”

This took me back. I prompted myself, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “W-What do you mean, Tash?”

“I want you to be younger, like… really young.”

“How young are we talking about?”

“Young enough where you can be, my little baby,” she touched my hand and brought it to her lips, pecking at it. “But it’s okay; we don’t have to do that. I can just… jerk off to my fantasies.”

Her fantasies were seductive and captivating in a dirty way. But I couldn't say no to her, especially since I wanted to repair her fantasies. I never did any of that, especially when she came into my life. But as I think hard about it, I did want those fantasies. I wanted her to share them with me.

“Okay,” I agreed, smiling. “I want to play with your fantasies as well.”

“Good,” she grins and kisses my lips, pulling me back down until our breasts are pressed against each other. “Thank you, Y/n.”

"You should try eating tootsie rolls," Bucky suggested as he drew the cigarette from his mouth. Smoking cigarettes is something Natasha and Bucky can relate to - it's almost as if they're devoted to it. “Do you have the urge to smoke?”

I shake my head. He smiled, sighing: “Good. I don’t want your dad killing me or something.”

“I don’t think he would,” I answered as I looked at the blue skies above me, not minding the strain in my eyes. “He’s too fond of you.”

"You think so?" he asked, to which I nodded. “That’s nice. I mean, Steve is a nice person. It would be a lot easier for me to marry you then, right?”

Here we go again, I thought to myself. He’ll always bring this up. Marriage, kids, stability, I don’t even want any of it from him. I just want his friendship.

“Guess so.” I'm not sure how else I could respond to him. I was too preoccupied with Natasha and our escape to think clearly. No offense to Bucky, but I'd instead run away with her than marrying him. I wasn't attracted to him initially, even though I thought I was. Poor him, honestly. Why is he still chasing after someone who isn’t even interested?

Bucky sat on the grass and threw his old cigarette in the backyard, hoping he wouldn’t get caught. “We should have a burger, yeah? I’m kind of hungry.”

“We literally just ate an hour ago.”

“Still, I have an appetite.” he patted his stomach and rubbed out, chuckling in the air. Clearly, he wanted my attention. And I did look at him, but it was only brief.

“Come on,” he groans, pulling my arm to help me stand on my two feet. “I know one place where they make the best hamburgers. They only cost like, what, 2 dollars? Which isn’t so bad, yeah?”

“Sure,” I agreed, fishing for money in my shorts pocket. “I probably just need to ask for my allowance–”

“Y/n won’t be free for today.” I turned over my shoulder and saw Natasha standing in front of us with a cigarette in her mouth, her chest heaving as the sun burned our skin.

“Would it be okay if I take her out for lunch, Ms. Natasha?” he asked as he craned his neck. “It won’t be too long. I’ll bring her back as soon as possible.”

She puffs a cigarette in the air as she looks at both of us, but mostly at me, almost persuading me to stay with her, to be with her. But I couldn't do it because I hadn't seen Bucky in five days. It's the least I could do for him. But I also wanted to stay for her, to spend time with her in bed, holding hands as we discussed the possibilities.

Natasha sighed, scratching her nape, and said: “Y/n, you have something to do. Your college application, remember?” I remember telling her that I needed to study for my college applications in case I didn't get in. I wasn't academically gifted, but my father apparently wishes for me to become one - which I can assure you will not happen in a million years.

“I’ll get it done once I’m home.”

“Good,” she said, nodding at Bucky. “You better take care of her because you didn’t do your job the last time I picked her up.”

Bucky was clearly getting irritated. It was his posture and his stare, almost a glare. I wanted to tell him that Natasha was just looking after me, but knowing myself, I didn't want to say too much. He would not be pleased.

He would find it disgusting, for that matter.

“I’ll take care of her this time, Natasha.”

“Watch your tongue, boy.”

"Bucky and I will be leaving," I say as I wrap my hand around his wrist and pull him towards me, silently pleading with him to let go of the situation. “I’ll be home in an hour. I promise, Nat.”

She only nodded and turned and walked back to the house, her back facing me. My heart was breaking down piece by piece. I should not have agreed. I could have simply stayed with her. But I genuinely liked Bucky and considered him a friend. I couldn't give up something so valuable that had been there long before her; I'd turn into a jerk.

“Come on,” he said, placing his arm on my right bicep. “Let’s eat.”

I will have to deal with her once I get back home.

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-; ✧˖*°࿐ EVERYTIME . BANG CHAN .

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY ; you’d always go back to chan, whether you liked it or not.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ PAIRING ; bang chan x gn! reader.

— warnings ; swearing, pet names (baby & sweet thing), mentions of chan being drunk, angst, the word stabbed is used (its not literal though), kinda fluff, toxic relationship (idk if it should be labelled that).

— notes ; okay, dk why this is kinda angsty when we all know theres supposed to be steam from badboy! chan but it’s fine, he’s only her bc @nomniki & @choiwonder gave me a bad brain riot of him🙏🏽

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you sighed, your head falling back against the sofa, letting your group of friends hear the drunk voicemail your ex boyfriend, chan, sent you. grumbles of him drinking, his laughter, the soft words of i love you, the anger as he spouts something about how he’s going to beat up the guy he saw you with in the club last week. the voicemail ended abruptly, you didn’t know why, nor did you care.

once it ended, you lifted your head to see a look of horror on your friends faces. “what the fuck?” tumbled out of yeji's mouth, in complete disbelief of what your ex had said. you shrugged, not really knowing what to say, you had gone through that voicemail multiple times, not once knowing how to decipher it.

"okay, but why the fuck did he mention me? the fuck did i do?" jeongin looked agitated, his arms crossed over his chest in frustration. he genuinely liked chan at first, but all of the things the two of you went through, he now couldn’t stand him.

you smiled leaning forward, grabbing the younger’s cheek, squeezing the skin between your fingers, “because he really likes you, baby.”

jeongin slapped your hand away, causing you and the others to giggle as he sat back against the chair you were in, “yeah, well i don’t like him, he’s a fucking prick.” he mumbled, taking a sip of his drink, sitting further into the sofa, “if he ever, comes up to you again, it’s on sight.”

minnie laughed at that, her hand covering her mouth, "he's probably never gonna show his face 'round us again," she commented, “especially since he’s embarrassed himself with whatever the fuck that was.” she leaned into jeongin’s side, gesturing to your phone.

you hummed, allowing your head to fall against the sofa again. despite everything that you and chan went through, there was nothing that could stop the heartache that you were feeling. you didn’t think you should be feeling this way, you broke it off with him, he hurt you, and yet as soon as the two of you ended things, you’re heart tore into two and the waterfall of tears came crashing down.

“he texted me this morning,” you sighed. your comment caused some shuffling so you paused, feeling someone’s presence beside you. you looked over to see yeji holding her arms out, and you lent into her — head against her chest, arms wrapped around you. “he said that he’s sorry for everything, and that i shouldn’t listen to the voicemails. but i did before he woke up.”

minnie stood up, stretching her limbs from stretching for too long, “remember that drunk words, are sober thoughts, babe.” she leaned in, giving you a tiny hug as well as planting a tiny kiss on your forehead. “come on then, innie.” she smiled at her younger, gesturing for him to follow her to their last class of the day.

jeongin repeated her actions, letting a little, “love you,” fall from his lips as he followed her, backpack slung across his shoulder.

you watched them turn the corner before letting your real feelings spill out to yeji, “is it bad that i’d still take him back in a heartbeat?” she gave you a sad smile, and that told you everything you needed to know. you moved your body from her touch, planting your face in your hands letting out a groan, “i don’t know how i’m ever gonna get over this yeji.”

you looked up at your best friend, bottom lip wobbling slightly as you tried to keep your tears in. “i’ll be with you, every step.” she pressed her forehead to yours, planting a kiss on your nose before pulling back. a few of yeji’s friends came to grab her so they could make their way to class but she hesitated, knowing you were on the verge of tears.

“go. i’ll be fine.” you smiled at her, waving her and her friends goodbye as they made their way to their classes, leaving you alone in the college cafe. yet another huff left your lips as you sank into the sofa, picking up your phone and scrolling through it. after some time, you paused hearing your ringer ping. you turned it on silent before checking who the notification was from. chan.

channie <3: can i come over?

you looked up searching the area, wondering if he was around. just across from you, the blonde sat, eyes and hands glued to his phone. his bottom lip tucked between his top teeth, lip piercing barely making an appearance, as he obviously awaited your response. to his side, sat his friend minho who had noticed you, sending you a small head nod in greeting. you looked back down at your phone, typing out your response.

you: no.

despite your answer, soon enough you felt a presence beside you. you groaned quietly, rolling your eyes, “i said no.” you looked up, seeing an amused look on chan’s face, still as beautiful as ever. he moved to sit on the sofa across from you, leaning back against it, man spreading as he did so.

“i know you did, baby. but when have i ever listened?”

“you don’t, thats the problem.” you mumbled, adjusting your position from where you sat, suddenly feeling vulnerable and seen through — chan always made you feel like that, like you could speak your mind, like you were safe. “what do you want?”

“i miss you.” you sucked in a breath at that, not expecting to hear those words so early on, if at all, during your breakup. as if he could tell you didn’t understand, nor believed the words he spouted out, he continued. “i really do miss you.”

“i heard.” you swallowed, and his head tilted in questioning so you elaborated, “the voicemail, i uh, listened to it before you texted me.” you didn’t understand why this was so awkward for you, it was just chan, fucking chan, and here you were staring at him like he just stabbed you.

though, you guess in a sense he had. he backed stabbed you, took a knife right to your heart and allowed it to shatter, forcing you to pick up the pieces he had left, and yet whatever was left still managed to cry out and throb for him, as if he wasn’t the reason it wasn’t whole anymore.

“right.” he sighed, obviously feeling just as awkward. “i’m really sorry about that.” he let out a nervous chuckle, clearing his throat before playing with his lip ring. his eyes narrowed, staring at you, trying to figure you out. “i really do love you, you know?”

you let out a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding in. you felt the tears you had tried so desperately to keep in and ignore, come back up and make themselves known. “yeah?” you let out breathlessly, trying not to choke on the sob that threatened to pass the barrier of your lips.

“yeah, baby.” chan cooed, a small smile appearing on his own lips at your sudden emotions. “i really want us to work, don’t want nobody else.” he stood up suddenly, and you kept your gaze locked onto him, afraid he was going to up and walk away, leaving you to deal with this set of emotions he had opened up.

he didn’t walk away, instead he came and sat beside you index finger carefully swiping under your eye, “don’t cry, sweet thing.” chan always treated you so delicately when you were feeling like this, and it made you want to cry harder and cling to him in remembrance.

“i want us to work too,” you all but sobbed, leaning into his touch. minnie’s words were running laps around your mind, warning alarms pounding against your skull, but at this point you couldn’t even care. it was chan, he wanted you back and you’d run a mile for him if he wanted you to. “want us to work so bad, channie.”chan chuckled, pressing a kiss against your lips, smiling at the way you melted into him.

you’d have a lot to explain to your friends later, and you know yeji would regret leaving you alone while she went to her lecture, but for the moment you didn’t care. you wouldn’t care as long as chan’s lips were on yours, his hands around your waist, body against your own. you’d always go back to chan, whether you liked it or not.

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Sleeping Buddies-Steven Grant x Reader

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Summary: Unbeknownst to Marc, Steven has a girlfriend. This girlfriend also doesn't know that Marc exists, as well as Steven's odd sleeping rituals.

Characters: Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Just fluff and it's long

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"Did you really have to be that harsh on those guys?" Steven moaned as he sat up in bed, his body aching.

"Oh, I'm sorry, would you have preferred to be beaten to a pulp back there?" Marc snapped back.

"Alright, alright, I get it. I thought the suit was supposed to be all healing, why am I aching?"

"You slept in a weird position last night."

Steven just shook his head, slowly walking towards the cupboard with cereal in it. As he poured himself a bowl, he heard his phone ding, smiling when he saw who's name popped up.

"(Y/N)? Who's that? And why are you smiling so much?"

Steven ignored him, unlocking the phone and instantly tapping on the notification. He had two messages from her, both sweet, just like her.

'Good morning 😊 hope you're OK after what Donna said to you. That sounds terrible! Sometimes I wish I worked at that museum with you just so I could give her a piece of my mind! 😡 I can't wait to see you this weekend, I've really missed you xx'

Marc was really confused as he read the text. How did he not know about this woman? And how did Steven manage to even talk to a girl?

'Hi, are you OK? I tried to face time earlier but you didn't answer. Obviously it's fine if you're busy, but I'm guessing your sleep is messed up again. Maybe we can go to a doctor together about it? If you want that is, no pressure my love. Anyway, I hope you're sleeping well, I'll message you in the morning as usual. Sweet dreams xx'

"Steven, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, I do, actually. Why do you sound surprised?"

"What does she look like?"

"None of your business! Besides, it's all messed up now, innit? Now you're in the picture, and how would she react to that? This relationship is still new, I don't want to ruin it."

"You've got to tell her at some point."

"I know but-"

Steven was interrupted when someone knocked on the door. He wasn't expecting anyone or anything to be delivered today. Maybe it was the postman that had a parcel for his neighbours who weren't in. Steven took the blue strip off the door, hiding his body behind the door, he was still in his pyjamas after all. However, his mouth dropped open when his girlfriend stood there.

"Holy shit, Steven."

"(Y/N), h-hi, what are you doing here?" he fully opened the door, forgetting how he looked.

"Sorry, I know I should have called or text before coming over. I just...I was starting to worry about you."

"You have to tell me how you picked up this girl."

"Worry? Why would you worry?"

"It's four in the afternoon. I was supposed to text you this morning and during work like I usually do but I was late today, and then I had to basically cover everyone else so I didn't have time. I've felt so bad."

"No, no sweetheart, why would you feel bad? I'm the one who's been sleeping all day."

"It's a good thing you're not at work today."

"You remembered my schedule?"

"You sent me a copy of your rota, just in case sleep gets the better of you."

"Steven, she's way out of your league."

Steven was slightly offended by Marc's words, but he knew it was true. He too had been shocked when (Y/N) started a conversation with him. She was gorgeous, and one of the best things about her was how caring she was. (Y/N) never asked too many questions about his sleep trouble, she just made sure she was able to help in some way. Even if that meant giving Steven his space and not staying over at each others places.

(Y/N) admitted (just to herself) it hurt that she couldn't lay in bed with Steven. They couldn't watch a film snuggled up on the sofa for fear Steven may fall asleep. Although it wasn't the most important thing, (Y/N) did want to sleep with Steven, as in, make love with one another. Not because she was horny, but because she loved him and she felt that sex was another layer of connection between a couple. However, (Y/N) wasn't going to risk pushing Steven away over sex, he meant so much to her.

"Can I come in?"

She had been at his before for dinner, multiple times, but that's when Steven cleared away the sand and hid his leg shackle under the bed. He totally forgot about that as he invited her in, eyes popping out of his head when he turned around after closing the door. It was too late, she had already seen it.

"Steven, what's this?" she asked, not sure how to take it.

"It's...it's for the sleep, I swear! I used to get up in the middle of the night, end up hurting myself. And, and the sand is to see if I have stepped out of bed. Oh, and this," he held up the crumpled blue tape in his hand,"I put this on the door so I can figure out if I've left the flat."

"You do all this because of your sleep habits?"

Shit, shit, shit, this was it. (Y/N) was going to think he was a freak, she didn't see how crazy he was. He could envision it now. She was going to rapidly pick up her things and scurry out of there, deleting his number and him out of her life forever. He couldn't lose her, she was the best thing in his life right now.

Steven was wary as she slowly approached him, he had no idea what she was going to do or what her reaction would be. (Y/N) looked upset, and he didn't know what that meant. She snaked her arms around his waist, cuddling him close as she rested her head on his chest.

"I'm so sorry Steven. You should have told me about this, I could have helped...somehow."

Steven was so relieved, instantly hugging her back. He didn't realise how much he needed a hug right now. (Y/N) rubbed circles on his back, soothing the tension away. How had he found someone so perfect?

"What? She's not running away? Steven, you've literally found the ideal woman. Either that or she's as crazy as you and me."

"So, you're not running away?" Steven squeaked out.

She squeezed him."No you donut. I'm staying, and I'm going to help. In future, just let me know when you need help, OK?"

"I will."

"So, I was thinking, since I'm here, maybe I could stay over?"

(Y/N) had just come out with it, she had been so nervous about asking. It was a sensitive subject, but she knew she had to just ask, otherwise it would never happen. The wait felt far too long as she saw Steven thinking about it. No, don't banc down now, see what he says!

"You're taking too long to answer buddy."

"Yeah, yeah why not? As long as you're OK with my...sleep habits."

(Y/N) grinned as soon as he agreed, and Steven couldn't ignore that. There was guilt creeping up. It was normal for couples to stay with one another, he kept avoiding that. He just hoped that Marc would take a break this evening and actually let him sleep. Now all he was worrying about was (Y/N) actually being here.

"Uh, I'm afraid the place is a bit messy, I haven't had much time to clean up. And I don't have any food for us."

"Oh, I mean, I can stay another night-"

"No, I didn't mean for you to go away! I, I was just, um, trying to cover myself, like, just explain why my life is such a mess."

She giggled."So dramatic. Why don't we just order a takeaway, and if you want we can tidy up the place whilst we wait?"

He nodded, surprised when he quickly pecked him on the lips. (Y/N) went to grab her phone, looking up where was best to order from. Steven quietly excused himself to the bathroom, letting out a breath as he locked the door. He had to calm down, he was going to have a heart attack otherwise.

"Steven."

Marc startled him, making Steven whip around to look in the mirror. Marc didn't look impressed.

"Would you stop stressing, you're going to start sweating."

"How can I not stress? You're here with me, (Y/N) has shown up, and we've never spent the night together."

"Never?"

"No!"

"She seems sweet, she's gorgeous too."

"Oi, don't look at her, alright? What if I do something wrong?"

"If she's stuck around after seeing the leg shackle, I think you can't do anymore wrong."

"Babe, you want the usual?" (Y/N) called.

"Yeah love, yeah that would be great. Thank you."

"Right, you're going to go out there and have a nice evening, simple as. I don't know why you're acting like this."

"Because I love her!"

Steven started to smirk."You haven't told each other yet, have you?"

"No, didn't want to scare her away."

"Again, I think she would have run after the restraints."

"Yeah, you're right. I've faced monsters and bad guys, this will be a piece of cake."

Marc politely nodded, not wanting to crush Steven's tiny bit of confidence. Steven was smiling to him, straightening out his top and tidying up his hair. He missed Marc shaking his head as Steven left the bathroom, seeing (Y/N) already starting the dishes he had left.

"You didn't have to do those." He said as he stood next to her.

"You look like you need some help babe. No offence."

Steven was hesitant, but he wrapped one arm around her waist, hesitantly kissing the side of her head. She knew he was still new to PDA, so this was very sweet of him. Leaning into his embrace, she almost squealed when he rested his head on top of hers. When he suggested drying up, (Y/N) told him to leave it, drying her own hands before guiding him to the sofa.

"Can I ask about the shackle? Like, how did you decide to use one?"

"I don't know really." they sat opposite each other, but their legs were tangled up, holding hands still."It just got really bad at one point, I was a danger to myself."

"That's terrible. So you've been going through this by yourself?"

He nodded.

"Well, I'm here now. I'm going to help you. Everyone deserves a good night sleep."

"Oh, sweetheart you don't have any of your things with you!"

(Y/N) glanced down at her clothes, almost smacking her hand over her face in stupidity."Ah, yeah, well, I wasn't really expecting to stay."

"You can borrow my stuff if you like."

"Is that OK?"

"Yeah. I'm sure I've got a spare toothbrush too, don't really fancy using the same one do you?"

"No, not really. Thank you babe." she leaned over to kiss him."Do you mind if I get changed into something comfier now?"

"Yeah, yeah. Uh, let me, let me find something for you."

Although he had offered his clothes, he had no idea what to give to her. A t-shirt was fine, maybe a jumper to throw over if she was cold, but what about the bottom half? He only had a spare pair of jogging bottoms, and though they would be huge in her, it was the best he could do. He couldn't deny he was excited to see her in his things, she was going to look so cute.

And once she emerged from the bathroom, he couldn't help but shyly smile at her."You look adorable."

(Y/N) flet herself blushing, he was too cute."If you say so babe. I'm glad you think that anyway."

Marc kept quiet as the couple spent time together, observing Steven's behaviour. He was still dorky and shy, but it was as if they had been together for years. Steven sometimes made bold moves, kissing her randomly, pulling her back into hugs, playing with her hair, they even fed each other; he hadn't seen him this confident before.

Steven did the washing up this time, glancing back at (Y/N) on the sofa, who had now picked up a book to flip through. He caught Marc staring at him in a nearby mirror.

"So, things are going well."

Steven didn't reply, not wanting to look crazy in front of his girlfriend.

"OK, I know you're not going to speak to me but I can feel your heart beating and it doesn't sound healthy. You're just sleeping beside each other, it's not like she's expecting you to have sex."

Steven fumbled with the plate he was holding, quickly recovering before throwing a smile at (Y/N).

"You've got a good one here, Steven. She's in love with you."

It felt weird to hear Marc being sentimental. Why was he being so supportive? Wouldn't he want (Y/N) out of the picture to make it easier for him? But that word, love, Steven wasn't sure if it was the right time. Especially after the things she had seen in his flat.

Steven heard her yawn, looking over his shoulder to see (Y/N) snuggling deeper into the oversized jumper. He remembered she had been at work all day, she hadn't had a day off yet. He wasn't tired, seeing as he slept all day, but he would pretend to be to let her sleep sooner.

"Tired?"

She lazily nodded as she rubbed her eyes."Sorry, long day."

"Don't apologise. We can get snuggled up if you want."

"Snuggled up? Really?"

"Aren't you wide awake?"

"Nah, I can nap. Or I could read for a bit whilst you sleep. I've got a night light I can use."

(Y/N) stood up, stretching as she spoke."Steven Grant, you are the most adorable and sweetest thing I have ever seen."

He blushed, fiddling with the ends of his sleeves. (Y/N) kissed him again before going to brush her teeth, the pair sharing a shy smile before closing the door. Steven rushed to the bed, wondering how on Earth he was going to get rid of all the sand in more or less two minutes. He tried to scoop some up into a cereal bowl but there was too much. He froze when he heard the door open.

"What are you doing?"

"Um, I'm trying to get rid of the sand. For you."

Did this man have any faults? (Y/N) walked over, resting a hand on his back."You don't have to do that. If it helps you then we'll leave it."

"You sure? What if you forget and step in it?"

"It's just sand babe, I can brush it off."

"Thanks. That's really nice of you."

They settled into bed, both a bit sheepish about the ordeal. Why were they stressing? They were adults, two adults who were dating and simply sharing a bed. Nothing was going to happen. Well, Steven hoped nothing would happen, he didn't want to freak (Y/N) out.

He couldn't help but watch as she sat up in bed to take off the jumper, the t-shirt underneath riding up below her bra line. His head whipped away from her once she had taken it off, trying to think of something else. (Y/N) laid down, pulling the duvet up as she buried herself in it. Steven was also under the covers, but had picked up a book from the bedside table, as well as his glasses.

"I love your glasses. You should wear them more often."

Steven chuckled softly."I think I look a bit like a nerd."

"And that's a bad thing? It's cute, yet sophisticated and handsome at the same time."

"Thanks. Perhaps I will wear them more."

"You sure about staying up? I can stay awake for a bit."

"You're shattered love. I don't mind. This is how I spend my evenings anyway."

(Y/N) hesitated before speaking, looking up at Steven with her big eyes."Could we maybe cuddle up whilst you read? You can always push me off if you want."

"And why would I do that?"

(Y/N) shimmied up to him as Steven lowered himself. She rested her head on his chest, one arm draped over his stomach. Steven had an arm around her back, the other holding his book.

"Comfy?" he asked.

"Yeah. I might have to request sleeping like this every night."

"Would you want to stay over again?"

"Are you asking me to?"

"I think so."

"Don't feel forced Steven. I mean, I would love to spend more nights with you."

"Then that's settled then, innit?" he placed a kiss on her forehead, mbefore reaching down and kissing her lips."Goodnight love."

"Goodnight. Don't stay up too late."

Steven had been reading for a while, absentmindedly rubbing gentle circles on her back. She was asleep in minutes. He had to pause his reading a few times to check she was actually breathing she was so quiet. Like always, he didn't feel tired at all, giving up on reading and instead stroking back (Y/N)'s hair.

He wanted to continue this relationship. He really did love her, he had to admit it. However, he didn't want to say it out loud in case he jinxed it. This whole situation with Marc was so complicated and crazy, he didn't know how to go about it.

"Relax, for one night."

Marc was right. He had to at least enjoy this night with her. Leaning over to the lamp, he turned it off, cautiously lying down with (Y/N). She stirred but didn't wake. She held him tighter, wrapping one leg over his. And he didn't panic, Steven embraced it, holding her close.

Steven felt like he had blinked and woken up, though he was used to feeling tired all the time. A smile instantly appeared on his face as (Y/N) woke. Her hair was messy, eyes puffy, yet she was still the most beautiful thing Steven had ever seen.

"Good morning." Steven whispered.

She propped herself up to properly see him."Morning. How did you sleep?"

She had just woken up and her first thought was him.

"Better, still not great though."

"That's still good though babe, better than having a terrible night sleep. And you didn't use the shackle."

"Oh, I totally forgot about that."

"See? There's some progress already."

She slid off him so they were laying side by side, facing each other.

"You're amazing, do you know that?" Steven gushed.

"What? Why?"

"Because, you just are. Someone else might have ran away when they saw what state I was in. But you stayed."

"Yeah, well that's because I-" (Y/N) stopped herself, she was easily going to say it. Oh well, might as well come out with it."Because I love you."

Steven's breath got caught in his throat. She said it. She just said it. She loved him. (Y/N) loved him. Marc could have laughed at Steven's expression, almost wanting to nudge him to say something back before she thought he didn't feel the same.

"I love you." Steven replied, taken back when she dove forward to kiss him.

Their kiss was passionate and long, though Steven kept his hands in a respectable place, and (Y/N) decided against straddling him, no matter how tempting it was. They were breathing heavier when they finally parted, lips feeling puffy, bodies feeling hot.

"I love you." Steven said again.

"I love you."

"It feels good to say that."

"Have you been wanting to say that for a while?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Me too."

They giggled together. They felt like teenagers.

(Y/N) gave him a peck on the lips before sitting up."Mind if I go have a shower?"

"Course."

As she stood, Steven's eyes widened. In the night she had taken off the joggers, leaving her in just his t-shirt, which had also somehow ridden up over her bum, showcasing the thong she had on. (Y/N) knew it had happened, she just didn't feel the need to fix it; and Steven didn't care if it was on purpose or an accident.

"If you don't join her in the shower, then I will."

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Dancing With Your Ghost (JavierPeñaxreader) Part X

Summary: You are a ghost (sort of) and you don’t  remember what  happened to you. You only know your name and you feel  that something  bad has happened to you. The only person who sees you  and hears you is  Javier, so you don’t leave him because you believe  he’ll help you. That he will solve the mystery of what happened to you.

Warnigs:  the reader was a ghost, sadness, past trauma, mention of coma, just sweet, lovely, comforting, and caring Javi!!! Because after everything they through, they deserve all happiness the world, smut, NSFW, fingering, unprotect p in v, semi-public sex (sort of), 

A/N: Title inspired by this song

Part X

It was late evening when you arrived to Laredo. Javier ushered you into the house with his hand still on your back.

"Dad, meet Y/N. She'll be with us for a while."

That was all he said to his father. Chucho Peña looked clearly surprised, but he politely introduced himself and shook your hand. After a while, Javier led you to his room and swept all his things off the bed, tossing them carelessly in the corner.

"Lie down if you want, or take a shower... Do you want something to eat?" You shook your head. "If you need anything, just say so."

He patted your shoulder and was about to leave, but you stopped him by grabbing his wrist. He looked at you surprised and then as if he understood you without words, he pulled you close to him and hugged you. You sighed against his chest and gripped his shirt tightly.

"Everything will be fine," he whispered. "I promise."

"I know," you whispered.

When he left you, you felt how exhausted you had been the last few days. You managed to take a quick shower, changed into pajamas, and tried to sleep.

*

Javier was starting to get the couch ready for bed when he heard his father's voice.

"Who is this girl?"

"Friend from Colombia." Chucho raised his eyebrows and Javier quickly replied, "Not like that. We were only friends... She needs my help."

"Why yours?"

"Her boyfriend... Her ex-boyfriend got into trouble with a drug-dealing biker gang. He became a crown witness, and... She was left alone."

The elder Peña shook his head as if he still hadn't gotten the answer he expected. "But why, you, specifically YOU, have to help her. You're not an agent anymore."

Javier sighed heavily and placed his hands on his hips. "She saved my life and... means a lot to me."

Chucho looked at him clearly worried: "Hijo, you didn't say anything."

" I didn't want to worry you, but I wouldn't be standing here today if she wasn't with me in the worst moment." Javier looked towards his room. "Don't talk to her about it. It's traumatizing for her."

The older man nodded and watched his son for a moment. Finally, he wished him good night and disappeared into his room.

*

The nightmare woke you up, after only an hour of sleep. You sat on the bed and started breathing heavily. You thought a glass of cool water would help you. You left the room and tried to cross the living room as quietly as you could, but Javier's old instincts were still sharpened. He woke up immediately and sat on the couch.

His eyes slowly adjusted to the gloom and he saw your silhouette.

"Y/N?" he asked in a sleepy voice. "What happened?"

"Nothing... Sorry to wake you up, I just wanted to get a glass of water from the kitchen."

He stretched and turned on the bedside lamp. "Nothing happened." He stood up and nodded at you. "Sit down, I'll bring you water."

"You don't have to…" you started to say, but he had already passed you, brushing your side lightly in the process.

You sighed and sat down on the couch. When Javier came back he took a seat next to you and handed you a glass of water. You took a few sips and he put his hand on your knee and squeezed gently.

"Are you worried someone from the gang will find you here?" he asked, but you shook your head. "Are you worried about Michael?"

You snorted and muttered, "That's weird, but no. I'm done with him. I should have left him as soon as I woke up from a coma." You set your glass down and grabbed Javier's hand. "I couldn't confide in him, but you will understand." His thumb began to make reassuring circles on your hand. "Sometimes I'm afraid I'll wake up and be a ghost again, and sometimes... I have this dream, or rather nightmare, that..." You swallowed and Javier looked at you with worried eyes. " I can't find you. I'm alone on that street and no one can hear me or see me."

Javier let go of your hand only to wrap his arm around you and pull you to his side. You snuggled into his body with a sigh. He rested his chin on your head and said, "It's just a dream. You're here with me and I won't let you become a ghost."

You didn't want to cross certain lines, but you felt so safe with him that you asked, "Can I lie here with you for a while?"

Javier's heart leaped at your words. He wanted nothing more than to hold you close to him. He nodded and replied, "As long as you like, but be warned, the couch is less comfortable than the bed."

"Not matter."

He moved as far as he could, making room for you. You laid down so that your back was against his chest. Javier wrapped his arms around you to make sure you didn't fall to the floor. He rested his chin on your shoulder and sighed.

You relaxed feel the warmth of his body and closed your eyes. You wanted to ask if he was okay with this situation, but then you heard a soft snoring. You suddenly realized how tired he was. While you were sleeping at the motel, he was watching you, and then when you took a nap in the car, he must have been awake. You quickly calculated that he hadn't slept in over 30 hours, and yet you were still the most important thing to him. You gently grabbed his hands and whispered, "Thank you for being with me."

It only took a few minutes for you to fall asleep soundly too.

*

When Javier was preparing breakfast for you in the morning, his dad asked: "Did, the bed is it too big for you two?"

Javier gasped and shook his head. "She had nightmares and she feels safe with me."

“I'm not asking why you two slept on the couch together. I'm just suggesting that you don't have to pretend to be virtuous to me."

The younger Peña groaned. "We're not a couple."

Chucho looked at his son with disapproval. "Then you should be."

Javier just rolled his eyes and was about to go wake you up, but then you walked into the kitchen with a slight smile. You greeted them, and Javier couldn't get his father's words out of his head.

When you had finished eating breakfast, he announced, "I have to help my father with the fence. We should be back around 4 pm. Rest during that time. The whole house is at your disposal."

As they left, at the last minute, you had to stop yourself from giving Javier a peck on the cheek goodbye.

*

You decided that instead of waiting idly for their return, you would make dinner for all of you.

You may not have been the best cook in the world, but you had some signature dishes. You decided to make a spicy chicken stew with mashed potatoes and a salad. After dinner was ready, the kitchen was cleaned and the table was ready, you went to change your clothes. You chose a light dress with a floral pattern that reached your knees.

Hearing the front door open, you ran out of the room with a big smile on your face.

"I hope you're hungry because dinner will be in twenty minutes."

You had no problem noticing that both Peña was staring at you in awe. You couldn't take your eyes off Javier either. You didn't know how he did it, that even when he was sweating, he looked like a walking Adonis. A few strands of hair were stuck to his forehead. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top and you could see beads of sweat running down his neck, sternum… Chucho cleared his throat trying to get both of your attention. He smiled and patted his son on the shoulder, saying:

"We'll change clothes."

You nodded and tried to hide the blush that crept onto your cheeks.

Javier was the first to arrive in the kitchen. His hair was still wet and you barely refrained from running your hand through it. He smiled and grabbed your hips as he walked past you.

"How can I help?"

"Put the salad on the table," you said and you noticed him staring at you intently. As if he wasn't listening to you at all. "Javi?"

He smiled and grabbed a bowl of salad. You just shook your head and followed him.

Dinner passed in a pleasant atmosphere, and you were glad to see that the dish you prepared was enjoyed by both of them.

After a meal, you and Chucho sat on the patio while Javier washed the dishes. He suggested it himself, and it was a pleasant surprise for you. After all, you were with a man who could take on some of the household chores.

"You put a spell on him."

The voice of, elder Peña, snapped you out of your thoughts. "Hmm?"

He laughed a little and replied, "It's been a long time since I've seen him so happy. I don't know what exactly happened between you two in Colombia but thank you. I feel like you reminded him how to be his old self."

You blushed and looked down. "I haven't done anything out of the ordinary."

"I think you've done a lot."

When Javier finally joined you, he heard you laughing and he was relieved that you were happy again. He loved that sound. He loved having you so close to him. He was bursting with energy then.

"What is going on here?" he asked and raised an eyebrow.

You caught your breath and replied, "Were you really terrified of cows?"

Javier groaned and looked reproachfully at his dad. "Really? Did you just have to tell her that?" He looked at you. "I was three," he moaned dramatically.

You nodded your head and replied, "If it makes you feel any better, I was afraid of chickens as a kid... Actually, I am still."

Javier sat next to you and put his arm around you. "Don't worry, our hens are nice, but you can always call me."

Chucho silently watched your interaction and smiled. He had a really good feeling about you two and was hoping his son would finally admit his feelings for you officially.

As you lay down on your bed that evening, you grabbed a pillow and pressed it to your face to hide your excited squeals. You felt like a teenager who fell in love with the most popular boy.

You closed your eyes and went back to when Javier pecked you on the cheek saying "Goodnight".

He was so sweet and tender and you wanted to shout to the whole world that you love Javier Peña.

You didn't know how you managed to fall asleep despite all the excitement. But your sleep didn't last long.

.

           Javier walked into your room completely naked and leaned against the doorframe. His tanned skin glistened with sweat. He crossed his arms over his chest, flexing his biceps, and stared at you like a hungry predator. His penis stood proudly.

"It's all for you, angel. Come and get it."

.

You woke up with a loud groan. You hide your face in your hands and sighed. You felt the need to see Javier, but you were a little ashamed. You quietly got up and walked to the living room.

Javier couldn't sleep either and sat on the couch. As soon as he noticed you, he gave you a worried look and asked, "Did you have a bad dream again?"

You shook your head. "Not this time... I just can't sleep..."

You bit your lip and he raised an eyebrow. "Do you need company?"

You nodded and he couldn't hide his smile. He extended his hand to you. As soon as you grabbed his hand he pulled you to him. You didn't resist as he grabbed your hips and pulled you down. It took a while to find a comfortable position, but eventually, you laid down on your side. Facing the sofa backrest.

Javier moved to your back, wrapping his arms around you.

You felt his breath on your ear, and you shivered as he asked, "Better now, angel?"

You bit your lip and nodded. You were afraid that if you opened your mouth only a moan would come out. You felt yourself getting wet between your legs. You realized that coming to him right after you had an erotic dream, with him in the main role, might not have been the smartest thing to do. But then you felt his hand slip under your shirt and start rubbing the skin on your belly.

"You know, I can't get your today's look out of my head." He brushed his lips against your neck. "You in that dress, waiting for me with dinner, like a wonderful, sweet wife... My sweet wife."

"Javi" you sighed and tilted your head back to expose your neck more.

"If my dad wasn't there, I'd fuck you on the table," he growled and began to lightly bite your sensitive neck.

For a moment you wondered if you were really awake, but his touch was too real. You've wanted it so badly, for so long, and apparently so has he. You felt his hard cock pressing against your ass. You moaned as his hand slid under your panties and his fingers hooked over your clit.

"Shhh, hermosa" he whispered right into your ear.

You uneasily moved and replied, "Let's go to the room."

"No," he growled and slipped one finger inside you. "I can't stand without you one more second. I've wanted this for so long."

Your heart beat faster at his confession. But suddenly he stopped and whispered, "Unless you don't want it."

You squeezed his bicep with your hand and growled, "I swear I'll castrate you if you stop now."

He pressed his face against your shoulder to stifle a laugh and started rubbing your clit harder. You bit your lip to stifle a moan. As he slid two fingers into you, you arched more towards him. He took his time, he wanted to give you as much pleasure as he could. His fingers found your sensitive spot and hit it perfectly over and over again. You felt your orgasm coming and pressed a fist to your mouth.

Javier felt you tighten on his fingers and smiled. He kissed your neck softly and slowly took his fingers out of you as you come out of your orgasm.

"You're gorgeous" he whispered and helped you take off your panties.

He took off his boxers and smeared your wetness all over his cock. He lifted your leg up and hooked it on his hip. You gasped as you felt the head of his cock against your entrance. He slowly slid inside you, patiently waiting for you to get used to his size.

"You're so tight... And it's all for me..." he purred right next to your ear, and you thought you might come again just from his voice.

He buried his face in your hair and groaned.

"I dreamed about it... Even when you were a ghost."

You smiled and replied, "Me too."

You felt great. So close to his body, feeling the heat radiating from his chest and his lips pressed against your neck. Javier took his time. He moved at a leisurely, almost lazy pace. He wanted this moment to last forever, but at the same time, he wanted to drive you to the edge of pleasure. As he started rubbing his hand over your clit, your gasps sped up. You felt yourself start dripping onto his dick.

"Javi" you moaned softly.

"Cum, mi amor," he purred and sped up his movements. "I want to feel you milk my dick."

You pressed a hand over your mouth to stifle a moan as your second orgasm came, even more, intense than the first.

Javier bit his lip and pressed his face hard against your shoulder as he felt your walls tighten around his cock. It didn't take long before he came filling your insides with his hot semen.

He held you tightly for a while and placed sweet kisses on your neck and shoulders. Finally, he gently pulled out of you and stood up. You whined at the sudden absence of his body. He leaned in and kissed your ear.

"Shhh, I'll be right back and take care of you.”

After a few minutes, he came back with a wet towel and gently cleaned you. He helped you put your panties back on.

"Do you want to go back to your room?" he asked, and you vaguely mumbled, "No."

"Okay," he replied and laid down next to you, covering both of you with a blanket. He snuggled into your body and whispered, "I love you Y/N."

For a moment you thought it was just your imagination, but then he said, "I know it's too early for such confessions..."

You spun around, nearly knocking him off the couch. You cupped his face in your hands and said, "I love you too."

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, feeling your cheeks burn. Javier chuckled and hugged you tightly.

"We'll have to find an apartment, mi amor ."

You nodded your head and fell asleep.

In the morning you completely agreed with Javier's idea as his dad gave you two a meaningful look and asked if you slept well.

*

Part IX

Part XI

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“Shut up” “Make me”

    A/N- This one is my first Ellie x reader imagine so I hope you guys like it! Hella smutty btw. Oh also it’s like my second time writing smut. Let me know If you liked it!

  Warnings- SMUTTY SMUT! Dirty talking, Ellie x fem!reader, lots of teasing by reader and Ellie as well.

   Request from- Anonymous

   Summary-  Ellie and Reader are best friends and have to stay in from patrol  because of a storm.

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   You opened your eyes to a rustling sound on your side. After stretching well in bed, you turned to your right and saw that Ellie had already gotten out of bed. You know, there was no patrol today? Confused, you slowly got up from your bed and sat on the edge of the bed. You had obviously been drinking heavily the night before, and you had no recollection of what happened last night. In fact, there was only one thing you remember, and that was when you and Ellie walked into her house with lots of laugh and suddenly you threw yourself on the bed.  Afterwards, a dark but peaceful sleep.

   Spending time with Ellie had always been great for you. You and the girl were almost the same and always supported each other. Her smile at you made your day better. But when she spent time with others, it was as if the world was falling apart. You always wanted her to spend time with you and tell you her troubles.    Maybe some would call it selfish, but you just wanted to spend more time with your close friend before you died. All you wanted to do was enjoy the moment as you didn't know what would happen tomorrow or the next day. Or it was something else that you couldn't name.   Ever since Ellie's relationship with Cat ended, Ellie had been more mature and calm and you always felt like she was closed to you. But best friends would be there for each other's problems, wouldn't they? You were frankly reluctant to ask Ellie why this was the case, and each time you swallowed your words. You swore to always be by her side no matter what.

   When you heard footsteps coming from the bathroom, you lifted your head and met her beautiful eyes. Maybe they didn't always look bright, but they were the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen. “Hey.” You said in a low voice, as if you didn't want to startle. “Mornin,” she answered you afterward, and sat down next to you on the bed. She sighed heavily and threw herself back, putting her arm under her head and staring at the ceiling. You did the same, but turned your body to your side to see her better. “ To what do we owe this early awakening? “     Ellie pulled her eyes from the ceiling and looked over at you and grinned  slightly.      “ Maria asked me to take a patrol even though it was my day off. “     You were surprised, but you didn't show it on your face. Maria rarely did such a thing when necessary, and when she had to. The woman was really trying, and no one even had the word to say anything to her. She was truly a great leader.

   But even though you had a day off, the idea of ​​going with Ellie was more appealing because you had a bad feeling. When you lifted your head and looked towards the window, you saw that the weather was not so good. Already since last night, the snow had been nibbling little by little, and judging from the experience from last year, a possible storm was only a matter of time.  “ Then I'll come with you. “    “You sure? I mean don't you want to stay and- " You put your hand over her mouth and lean over her  slowly. She looked so sweet as her eyes followed you that you wanted to kiss her right then, but you dismissed the thought immediately. You were close friends, nothing more. You'd better keep that in mind. “ I just want to help my- *you sighed* my best friend. “  You said and smiled. After you took your hand off her mouth, you suddenly found her on top of you and she did the same thing to you, hiding your mouth from forming an O shape. “ Then I'm happy you will, babe. “

   After getting dressed with Ellie, you left the house and made your way towards the barn. While walking, you met a lot of people you knew and greeted them one by one. You also saw a lot of little kids and after 5-10 minutes of playing with them all, you walked back to the barn. You and Ellie were still like children and you always hoped you would stay that way. When you came to the stable, after taking your horses and weapons, you set out after a short 'be careful' speech, neither of you spoke at all until a time. It was the quiet before the storm. 

   At one point, the snow increased its speed, but as there was nothing to worry about, you continued to gather tools and proceed silently. It was obvious that Ellie wanted to ask something, but you didn't even realize what it was. You knew it wouldn't hurt to ask, but you thought of saving it for later. However, she got ahead of you and asked what you were wondering what she wanted to ask.   “ So, who was that girl you were talking with earlier? “ You knew exactly who she was talking about. You had a strange history with Emily and you hadn't told Ellie about it yet because there was nothing worth telling.     Emily and you used to be very good friends and you came to Jackson with the group you were with. You were sure that Emily had feelings for you, but you had never talked about such situations. One day, after you returned from patrol, you started hearing voices from the house you shared together, and you went to her room and knocked on her door to ask if there was a problem. The voices stopped abruptly, and an almost naked Emily appeared, followed by a child. It would be more accurate to call it a child, because obviously he was not developed at all and was very stupid. At that moment, you looked at them with pity, but left without saying anything.  When you went to Maria and asked if an empty house was empty, she said that she could stay with them but that you had to tell her later what was going on, but then that incident was forgotten. Now that incident meant nothing to you. Just like Emily didn't mean anything.

  This wasn't the time to tell Ellie about that incident , and you thought a little provocation wouldn't hurt. “ She was just my ex. We used to be best friends and somehow we ended up together suddenly. “ “Was? You don't see her much now, right? “You already knew where this conversation was going. “ No, we are just seeing each other here and there but no, nothing else. “ Ellie nodded and continued to stare ahead. But you haven't made your last move yet. “ But I think she still loves me. The way she looks at me, looks at my lips. Guess I can't deny it. “ The red-haired girl turned her head directly in your direction and frowned, but turned away without saying anything. A little more.  “ One time, we were getting out of a bar in Jackson and we were like very drunk so I had to stay at her house because it was closer and I guess I was just scared to let Maria see me like that. We went to her house and we laid straight to bed but she didn't let me sleep. She got on top of me and kissed me so softly. Man, I still remember that kiss.   And then she instantly- “    “Shut up.”  said Ellie, cutting you off abruptly. Either she was tired of hearing your voice, or she hated you at that moment for going into so much detail or…   Now you wanted to know how she felt about you. Tired of being by her side all the time and not being able to touch her or do anything but just hug her made you feel worse every time. You wanted to feel her. So you went even further, and frankly, provoking Ellie was the best thing in your life. “Make me. “ You grinned and waited for an answer. Her facial expression was so funny as she just stood there looking at you and you even thought of getting caught by saying that the story you made up was not true, but you continued to play your game.   When Ellie was about to say something with her mouth wide open, when runners started coming from both sides of you and frightening the horses, you immediately fled. But a lot of runners were coming from the sides, front and back. You couldn't see in front of you because of the storm that had just broken out.

  You turned your head to the right and saw that there was a somewhere that you can hide and rest there. You whistle at Ellie and point your head there. You got there by riding the horses faster and quickly got in and closed the door. The place you were in was the garage of a house, but the garage door was so old and rusted that the noise it made could gather a million things around it. After fastening your hand and making sure that the door is tight and won't open, you went up the stairs leading to the house and entered the kitchen of the house.   After being cautious and searching and finding something useful in the kitchen, you made sure that the house was clean. This surprised you because you have never seen such a clean house before. Compared to other looted houses, this house looked cleaner and untouched.   When you entered the living room of the house, you saw Ellie sitting there, busy reading the magazine in her hand. Sitting next to her, you took a deep breath and put your arm on the headrest and moved into a more comfortable position. You looked at Ellie and saw that she was still on the same page and focused on the same place without even moving her eyes. You touched her arm, but she still didn't move. A few moments later she threw the magazine almost across the room and turned to you, elbows on her knees. “ Why can't I just forget that you exist here, with me and focus for a goddamn second!? “ You were stunned at this outburst, and before you could even say anything, she jumped on you and sat on your stomach.

       “ Tell me every single thing she did to you. “ It was finally the time to tell that was a stupid story you made up. “ Ellie- “ “ No, don’t you dare tell me anything. You know what? I changed my mind. You stay here and don’t talk to me until I get myself together because- “ You didn't let her finish and immediately, without even waiting, kissed her. She didn't reciprocate at first, but after a few seconds she deepened the kiss and became more sultry. You gasped and wanted to take a break, but Ellie wouldn't let it. Instead, she placed her hand on your chest and cupped it. Yet you groaned and almost begged for more.    Ellie pulled her lips away from yours and brought her hands to the hem of your shirt, effortlessly removing it along with your bra. You brought your hands to her shirt because you wanted to do the same to her, but she slapped your hands with one hand and bent over you. She whispered to your lips in a sexy whisper, looked into your eyes. “ I'm gonna make sure that you scream my name and forget about that girl who you had spoken with, alright? “ You nodded yes and let her do her thing.

   She leaned down to your lips again, and after placing a kiss, she slowly made her way over to where your collarbones were. After kissing all over the place, she kissed your breasts and stood there. She lifted her head and waited for your confirmation, but she didn't need to wait. You were so ecstatic at that moment that you didn't know when you threw your leg on her back and put your hand in her hair. The red-haired girl slowly bent over your breasts and placed soft kisses on your nipples in turn. She then went a little farther and cupped your other breast with one hand, tugging at the nipple while sucking on the other breast with her mouth. Every move she made made you get wetter and want her more.

   After letting go of your chest, she went down and placed a soft and wet kiss on your belly. Then she straightened up a bit and took off her t-shirt with her bra in the same way, and then it was time to take off your pants. You started to whine as you knew you couldn't take it anymore as she tugged and at the same time took off your pants very painfully. “ Ellie… Please Ellie please. I'm sorry. “ She chuckled to that and bent over you again.  “ You'll be good? Or do I have to punish you? “ You shook your head as no while pushing your hips towards her.   You were in so much pain, couldn't she see? “ No Ellie. I'll be good for you. I promise. Please. “ Ellie obviously wanted to avenge the game you played before. “ Please what, Y/N? Tell me what you want. “ “ I want you to fuck me. Fuck me with your long, beauiful fingers. Please Ellie. “ Ellie wasted no time then, pulling off your panties and rubbing those long fingers against your clit.         “ Fuck, baby you're so wet. Is this for me? “ You didn't say anything because your tongue was almost stuck and you were so close to being flattered. Instead, you nodded. As if satisfied, Ellie approached your clit and began to lick it. She opened both of your legs with her hands for better access and continued to satisfy you. Your moans and her licking and sucking sounds filled the room. You were having a hard time not yelling, but Ellie noticed. She stopped and looked down at you. “ Scream for me, babe. Let me hear you. “ She wetted her fingers well before bringing them to your hole and slowly inserted one of them, which made you squirm even more. “Ellie, fuck. Please baby. more. “ Ellie picked up the speed of her finger and inserted her second finger into you. “Keep talking baby. “ She was also touching your clitoris with the fingers of her other hand.   You were close then, and the pain and pleasure of wanting to come aroused a different lust in you and Ellie. “ Yes baby. Cum for me. Come on. “ She quickened her fingers even more and pulled her body upwards, closing in on your lips. With her lips on yours, you came violently. Climax has never looked so enjoyable to you.     She took her fingers out of you and brought them to her mouth and sucked on them. She looked so sexy. You wanted to give her the same satisfaction, and you put your hands on her waist, trying to turn her over, beckoning for her to take your place, but she stopped you. She closed your lips again, but this time it was softer. She wanted to comfort you and maybe she thought she hurt you.

  “ Just want to lay here with you for a bit, babe. “ You nooded your head and scoot  a bit for her to lie down next to you. You laid your head on her chest and gave tiny little kisses. Ellie snapped your head back and gave a playful grin.         “ You can do that later. You're tired. Let me take care of you. “    Maybe it was because of that Emily thing that you talked about or because you teased her before, but that was the last thing you wanted to think about right now because at least you knew now that Ellie had feelings for you. When the already dark weather started to get darker and the snow started to increase, you knew that you were safe at that moment and you were with Ellie, and if there was one thing you realized then, it was that you loved Ellie very much.

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[soupywrites]

How about something about Geno from Super Mario RPG turning into a mermaid because of a curse.

I’m fairly new to writing fanfiction (although I have read plenty of it), so this was a fun challenge! Thanks for the ask, and I hope you enjoy it!

Seaside Gone Sideways

The crew had been to Seaside Town many times before. This time should have been no different.

Mario sat in the shade under a tree, resting his eyes. To his right was Mallow and Peach; they were building quite an elaborate sand castle. And to his left was Bowser and Geno, both staring out into the ocean by the shoreline.

“You know, I’m pretty sure wood floats in water.” Bowser laughed at himself. “Maybe you should take a swim!”

Geno simply shook his head. “Maybe YOU should get in the ocean. I could use some silence.”

“Yeah, yeah, star-boy,” Bowser trailed off. “Hey, what’s that?” He pointed into the distance.

Washed up on the beach was a pearl necklace. it glistened against the pale sand, and it was glaringly obvious that it didn’t belong there.

“Hmm,” Geno hummed. “I wonder whose that is. Is it perhaps Peach’s? I don’t remember her having a necklace on..”

Bowser turned to face the princess and shouted out, “Hey, Toadstool! Did ya have a necklace on?”

“No?” She yelled back from her spot in the sand.

Geno sighed. Someone has to check it out, he thought. Lest we have another issue on our hands.

He began walking in the direction of the necklace. However, the closer he got, the more he sensed some sort of energy coming off of it. Geno stopped when he was right in front of it and frowned. Bowser was right behind him.

“What’s wrong with you, twinkle?”

“I fear that these pearls aren’t meant to be here,” he started. “Something is off about them. They have almost a magical aura.”

“Oh, well, then I’m definitely not touching them.” Bowser nudged Geno closer. “This one’s all you, puppet.”

Geno glared at Bowser, but continued anyway, bending down and grabbing the shiny necklace from the warm sand. He regretted that.

The world began to spin, and the last thing Geno remembered was Bowser calling his name.

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“Geno? Geno!”

His eyes slowly opened, and the sun practically blinded him. He squinted, trying to gather his surroundings.

“Oh my gosh, you’re awake!” Mallow was practically bouncing in the sand next to him.

“Oh, yay, the dolls awake.” Geno could practically hear the king’s scorn. Or maybe he was making that up.

All Geno knew was that he was no longer holding the pearls, and he also could no longer feel his legs.

“Listen, Geno, you can’t freak out. Otherwise, I won’t be able to help you.” The princess’s voice was sweet as usual, but there was a hint of something else in her tone.

Geno slowly moved his eyes across the faces of his friends. Even Mario had gotten up and was standing next to Bowser, his arms crossed over his chest. Then, Geno looked down.

His wooden legs had been replaced by the tail of a fish, thankfully also made of wood. Geno couldn’t move them—it—and couldn’t feel it, either. To say he panicked was an understatement, and his breathing quickened.

“I’m not even used to my normal body and now THIS?” His voice had become shaky. He didn’t understand; he was wearing a trueform pin. How could this happen? What was the cause of all this?

The princess calmly spoke to him, “I think that those pearls you found along the shore were cursed. None of my magic is working on you.”

“Cursed is an understatement,” he muttered under his breath.

“What are we going to do?” Mallow asked, now panicking as well. “I mean, we’ve never dealt with something like this. Flying arrows? Fine. Crooks at every corner? Sure. Even the clones weren’t that bad. But if Peach can’t reverse it, then-“

“Calm down, puff ball. I’m sure it’s some dumb magical trick that’ll wear off by sundown.” Bowser sighed. “Although, this will slow us down.”

“I just think we all need to step back and think about what we know,” Peach started.

“Which is absolutely nothing,” Geno added.

“Maybe Bowser is-a right,” Mario spoke for the first time that afternoon. He wasn’t a man of many words, but when he does allow the world to hear his voice, he normally speaks the truth. “This will-a probably wear off-a soon.”

Hearing Mario confirm this belief was enough for Geno, and he started to calm himself down. This will be over soon, he thought.

Bowser reluctantly agreed (everyone knows that Peach forced him) to carry Geno over to the shade, since his new limb made it difficult to maneuver himself. He sat up against a tree, and Mario came and sat next to him. Peach and Bowser sat not too far, having a conversation about his plans for his keep and what the future may hold for the relations of the Koopa and Mushroom kingdoms respectively. Boring stuff, Geno decided, and he tuned them out. But instead of silence, Mallow began quizzing him on his new tail.

“So, does it hurt?”

“No, I can’t feel it.”

“Did it hurt?”

“No.”

“Do you think you could swim with it?”

“Probably not. To be honest, I can’t really swim with legs either.”

“You can’t swim?”

“No, Mallow. I didn’t really have to swim while granting wishes.”

“Oh! What was it like living on the Star Road?”

Finally, a subject he could actually talk about.

They went back and forth for a long time. Eventually, the sun was overhead, almost as if warning the crew that it was about to set. By now Peach and Bowser had already joined the others, and Bowser had also joined Mallow in questioning their extraterrestrial guest.

“So, if I were to wish that Princess Peach married me—“ Peach jabbed him in the ribs, or rather where ribs would be on the giant king.

“Calm down, Toadstool. It’s a hypothetical.” He shrugged his shoulders and then started again. “If I wished that the princess ‘ere married me, would you just make it come true?”

“It’s not quite that simple,” Geno began, closing his eyes as if trying to find the right words. “The Star Road is—“

“Wait,” Peach interjected. “Look!” She was pointing at Genos newfound tail. It was glowing a brilliant shade of white, almost as brilliant as the glow of the pearls. Mallow turned up at the sky; it was sunset.

—————————————————————————

The crew decided to head to the inn for the night. It wasn’t long before the trek from the beach to the town had ended, and they were safely in their room. Bowser simply laid down on the floor; he didn’t care and was too big to fit in one of the beds, anyway. Peach and Mario took one bed, while Mallow sat up in the other. He was waiting for Geno, who was pacing around the room on his two legs.

“Geno,” Mario started. “It-a probably wasn’t anything to be-a worried about. You-a need to sleep.” He offered an assuring grin to the stressed star.

Geno stopped walking and faced the beds. He sighed. “I know, I know. It just all doesn’t feel right.”

“We can figure it out in the morning, okay?” Peach reassured him. “For now, let’s just be glad everyone’s safe.” She shot him a smile this time.

He sighed again, but this time he nodded and returned the smile. He knew they were right. And besides, he’ll always have his friends with him to deal with whatever threat comes his way. Even Bowser stayed by him to help out. The thought made him feel content, and he slid in next to Mallow.

However, that night, Geno dreamt that his legs were still replaced with a tail.

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[landoncrris]

Hi. I have a fic request.

Can you write about y/n being an actress and more famous than mason. One of Mason's friends is jealous of him and says something like why is she dating you and mason feels insecure. The cherry on the cake is when mason sees an edit of you and your Co star which makes him jealous. Y/n comes home and mason says things like 'why don't you go to (costar) name?' and then she replies with i don't know mason, I think you don't trust me and leaves to take a walk or something. Mason then realises that he trusts her more than anything and he was feeling insecure. He opens up about his insecurities to y/n and then she explains how much she loves him. You can turn into fluff or smut whatever you prefer. Much love x

insecure - mason mount x reader

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word count: 2.2k

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When Mason came home from training, he immediately fell face down on the sofa, as his day was not going very well so far. He had been in a bad mood all day, but when he went into the shower after practice, it got a hundred times worse. It started with the usual teasing from his teammates, as they always did when the marks you left on Mason’s body were visible. He wasn’t ashamed of that at all, in fact he was proud that he could show you off and show everyone that you were his, because he knew how much everyone loved and desired you before you two even got together.

But when one of them made a comment about Mason “punching so hard”, he couldn’t help but immediately think there was more to his words. This led him to retort a snappy comment instead of laughing at it, which didn’t make his already bad mood any better. Mason didn’t waste another second, making quick work of getting out of the shower and getting dressed as soon as possible, wanting nothing more than to go home to you. But when he remembered that you wouldn’t be home when he arrived because you had an interview with your co-star, his mood sank further. Then his teammate came out of the shower and continued with his remarks, ending with him saying that you were way too good for Mason and no one understood why you chose him in the first place.

Obviously he knew he was just jealous, because who wouldn’t be? But something inside him felt insecure since he started dating you, and it only seemed to get worse with time. The longer you were together, the more people questioned your relationship, or mainly his part of it.

So to distract himself, he pulled his phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants and scrolled through various apps until he landed on tiktok. He spent the next hour or so there, which really seemed to work for a moment. But only until he came across a video of you and your co-star Tom Holland, a video that was about two weeks old, where you were sitting next to each other and telling the interviewer how great your time together on set was. And as if the fact that you had such a great time while he was mainly at home sulking because you weren’t around for months wasn’t enough, the comments were his final straw. Everyone said how sweet you were together, that you really were soulmates, and mentioned the way you looked at him and laughed at his jokes.

Before he could dwell further on the comments, he quickly switched off his phone and threw it away, his head falling into a pillow with a groan. And just at that moment, he heard your car wheels on the gravel outside. Too frustrated to talk to you, he kept his head down, hoping you would think he was asleep. Of course, when you sat down next to him and pressed a kiss to his back, you knew that wasn’t the case as you could feel how unrelaxed his muscles were.

“Hey, baby,” you pressed a kiss to the top of his head as your hand stroke up and down his back, while he had to bite his tongue to keep from scoffing at the nickname. “Are you all right?”

“Fine.” he grumbled into the pillow, at which you frowned. Your hand was still running over the shirt he was wearing, occasionally applying light pressure, massaging his back because you knew he was not well.

“How was your day?”

“Hm-mh.” he hummed, never once lifting his head to talk to you or look at you. That made you get up, thinking he wasn’t in the mood for company right now, even though all you wanted to do was snuggle into his arms as soon as you got home.

“Alright. If you don’t want to talk to me.” you said and went to the fridge to get a quick snack since you hadn’t eaten all day. But you also didn’t want to stand in the same room with Mason when he was in such a bad mood and cook something. You heard him laugh into the pillow before he finally lifted his head and looked over at you as he spoke.

“I bet you’d rather talk to Tom than me anyway, wouldn’t you?” he asked, although he already sounded convinced. At that, your eyes immediately shot up to him, because you hadn’t expected him to make such a remark, which left you speechless for a moment.

“Then why don’t you just leave? Probably miss him already.” he knew what he had said was wrong right after the words left his mouth, but he just couldn’t help take his anger out on you in that moment.

“What the hell are you talking about, Mason?”

“Everyone sees how close you are, you can’t deny that.” he growled, dropping his head back into the pillow because he didn’t want to look at you anymore. He didn’t want to see the anger towards him in your eyes, even though he deserved it, and he knew he deserved it.

“Oh, so now you don’t trust me? Is that it?” you asked incredulously and immediately grabbed your jacket from the counter again and put it on when he didn’t answer.

“You know what? I’m going to grant your wish and leave.” you walked to the living room door but turned around again where you could still easily see him lying on the couch, “Just because you had a shitty day doesn’t give you the right to make others feel the same way.” you added before hastily walking to the front door, putting on your shoes, grabbing your bag and leaving the house. The loud sound of you shutting the door made Mason sigh. He raised his head again to look around the room, realising that wanting you to leave was actually the last thing he wanted.

You were gone for an awful two hours, during which you met up with a friend and got something to eat. Meanwhile, Mason was still lying on the couch, in the exact same position he was in when you left, with your words playing in his head the whole time, wishing he could just turn them off. Every time your voice rang out in his head, asking him if he didn’t trust you, he desperately wanted to tell you that he did, that he trusted you more than anything. But the part of him that told himself you don’t care, that you probably really wanted to leave instead of spending time with him, held him back.

This endless spiral was interrupted, however, when he heard your car pull up the driveway for the second time at this end. You went into the living room and saw him still lying on the couch, not changed into more comfortable clothes, nor did he seem to have eaten anything, because everything was still as it had been when you had left. You felt sorry for him, and at that moment you just wanted to take him in your arms and make him feel better about whatever had ruined his day.

“Mase?” you asked quietly to see if he was awake, and when he quickly raised his head and looked at you, you got your answer.

“Hi.” he smiled weakly and sat up on the couch, his gaze still resting on you as you stood in the doorway. And after hours of thinking about his feelings, he still didn’t know what to do. Of course, somehow he knew that you loved him, because you showed him every day how much you cared for him. But the fact that he hadn’t been able to spend time with you in the last few months, and then today’s events, really unsettled him.

“Hi.” you replied, his eyes lightening up when you didn’t snap at him like he had expected. You remained silent for a few moments and watched him open his mouth to say something before closing it again and looking down at his hands.

“Do you... want to talk to me about anything?” you asked, giving in to how dejected he looked, because you knew he could be quite stubborn. Like you’ve seen a few times before when he just wouldn’t apologise because the reason was too embarrassing, or just because he didn’t want to admit he was wrong, even in front of you.

“Please.” he nodded, his eyes searching yours again as he patted the seat beside him. As you made your way to him, able to see him better now, you could see the slight bags under his eyes and the flushed cheeks. Two signs that he was crying, but you didn’t want that to be the first thing you said now.

“I missed you.” he murmured, at which you raised your eyebrows and rested your head on your hand. You kept silent again because you wanted him to apologise instead of beating around the bush, even though you knew he was afraid to.

“God.” he groaned when you didn’t answer, “I’m sorry, okey? I didn’t mean it.” he sighed and looked back down at his fingers fiddling with the skin around his nails, which he always did when he was nervous.

“But why did you say it then?”

“I don’t know, I trust you, you know I do. It’s just that you’ve spent so much time with him and—” he interrupted himself so as not to sound like an idiot, so he rather stopped talking with a shrug.

“And what? You were jealous?”

“Sort of.” which made you sit down right next to him and cross your legs on the sofa. You took his hands in yours, causing him to stop fumbling with them and look up at you again.

“You need to talk to me, Mason.” you sent him a reassuring smile, seeing in his eyes that he was genuinely sorry for what he had said, and for what you said, that he basically ruined your day.

“I just think you’d be much better off with him. You obviously have the same interests, the same jobs and, he’s just perfect, you know?” he rambled, ending the conversation by taking a deep breath and avoiding your eyes once again.

“You think that or other people do?”

“Both.” Mason shrugged, “Others always think I don’t deserve you, and they’re probably right. I mean, you could do so much better than me. Just look at Tom. He’s Spiderman, I’m not Spiderman—” This time he was interrupted by your breathy laugh, whereupon his gaze found yours again. Causing both a pout and a smile to make it’s way on his face.

“And now you’re laughing at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you, you’re just cute.” at which he groaned and fell backwards onto the couch with a thud. And as he moved his hands to his face to hide it, his shirt lifted a little, making you smile at the small part of his stomach that was showing. That made you decide to straddle him, taking his hands and putting them on your hips. Before your hands reached for his face and you pressed a quick kiss to his lips, his eyes still closed as you pulled back.

“It doesn’t matter what anyone says, Mason. I love you, you’re the one I want to be with.” you declared, gently stroking his cheek and jaw with your fingers as you took in the sight of his features, which made you smile. “You’re perfect for me, there’s really no one else I could ever want.” and the kiss you pressed to the bridge of his nose made him grin a little too.

“And don’s say you don’t deserve me. You are the best boyfriend, and the hottest and most beautiful person in this world. If anything, I don’t deserve you.” his hands wandered comfortably over your back as you leaned over him and pressed another kiss to his lips after you finished talking.

“If I can’t say it, you can’t either.” he pouted, which made you laugh because you hadn’t expected him saying it. You then kissed his lips again and again, finally feeling him smile against your lips.

“And I’m sorry you felt that way. But I need you to know that you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with and that no one can ever compete with you. Okay?” He nodded and his eyes reddened at your words, as he was even more sorry now that he had thought like that and taken it out on you. He pulled you towards him with one hand on the back of your neck and his lips brushed over yours briefly before he closed the gap, pressing you as close as possible while his lips softly moved over yours.

“So you’d prefer me to Spiderman?” he asked as he had to pull back to catch his breath, and it made you laughed, slightly taken aback by the question.

“Any day.”

#mason mount #mason mount fanfic #mason mount oneshot #mason mount imagines #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount fluff #chelsea fc #england nt #chelsea imagine #england nt imagine #football imagine #football #fanfiction #oneshot #fluff

[thebeautyoffanfics]

Hi! Can I get a Hanako x Fem! Sweet! Reader, with a side of fluff?

Plot: Hanako and Y/N are practically besties so they tell each other everything. Except their feelings, but Hanako just has a HUGE crush on them. Y’know, the usual stuff best friends go through. Y/N always calls Hanako sweet/cute names like: Bestie, Love, Hun, Best friend, Lovely or that type of stuff.

hanako x fem!reader

a/n : hiii !!! i apologize for the suuuper late response , but i hope you enjoy !!! also , apologies if this didn’t quite turn out how you had been hoping <//3

warnings : none <3

word count : 706

A story told countless times… what sort of cliche situation had Hanako found himself in. He often wondered this, but he also wondered-- who WOULDN’T like (Y/N)? The way she always made time to hang out with him, her smile, and (though he’d never properly admit it to himself) cute name she’d call him… it made his heart feel like it was going to burst.

He felt silly, blushing like an idiot, and covering up his embarrassment with bad jokes or topic changes, but… he couldn’t really help it. His lack of romantic experience mixing with his undeniably crush on (Y/N) send his mind into pure chaos. A feeling that he was hoping to express to her today.

“Hanako!” The voice of the one and only girl who could capture Hanako’s heart shouted as she rounded the corner, in a slightly singsong-y voice. Quickly, Hanako sat up (since he had previously been leaning against an outside wall, going over how on EARTH he would express his feelings) and looked over at the door, his face practically lighting up.

“What’s up, love?” (Y/N) asked, as her ghost-y best friend floated over to her, ruffling her hair and pinching her face a bit. 

“Ahah, uh-- nothing, what’s up with you?” Hanako responded, face warming up slightly as he remembered the vague letter he left in her locker. 

After swatting his hands away, (Y/N) held up the familiar letter, then began reading. “Dear (Y/N), please meet me at the back entrance of the school, after you, the kid, and Yashiro finish cleaning the bathroom! Thanks, signed Hanako.” She finished her reading with a quirked-eyebrow glance at Hanako, her mouth lifted in a smirk. 

“Ohh, that thing!” Hanako responded, rubbing the back of his neck, and floating slightly backwards to give (Y/N) space.

“Yeah, ‘that thing’,” She mocked a bit, before taking a slight step towards Hanako. “Soooo? Why’d you want me to meet up here, of all places?”

Hanako knew the answer, of course. In the back of his mind, he debating being blunt with his answer-- “because it’s weird to confess in the bathroom! And, well, because every other student has the cliche ‘confessing outside of the school’ and it seemed like a nice gesture that you deserve!” But, of course, he couldn’t quite muster that.

“Ohh, y’know…” He muttered, suddenly forgetting any prepared words he had. His heart began to race, alongside his mind.

“Bestie, it’s alright. We tell each other literally everything! It’s not like I’ll judge you, so spit it out, you goof,” (Y/N) responded, smiling patiently at Hanako. Her words and precious smile made Hanako’s face warm up a bit more, but… somehow, he felt reassured. 

“Uhhh… okay, to be honest-- I really like you. Really, really, as in romantic-- as in, I’m, uh… I’m kind of in love with you, (Y/N). You don’t have to return the feelings, but I wanted to tell you! The way you… are willing to hang out with me, and your sweet personality, and your smile--” Hanako covered his face, feeling as though his (most likely still cold, seeing as he was dead) skin was going to catch on fire. 

“Oh,” (Y/N) responded, her voice gentle and quiet as she formulated a response. “Hanako, sweetie, I like you too. I really, really like you,” She spoke, grabbing his hands and moving them away from his face. 

For a moment, Hanako could only stare in response, pleasantly surprised at her answer. It took a moment, as he thought about what she had just said, for it to click in his mind. 

“YOU LIKE ME TOO?!” He asked, grinning widely and cupping her face. (Y/N) giggled, placing her hands on Hanako’s forearms and nodding. Hanako wasn’t the only one blushing, as Hanako felt (Y/N) warm skin beneath his cold fingers. 

“Man,” He sighed, a laugh still mixed in his voice, as he brought (Y/N) into a hug. “I’m so gladddd,” He continued, pressing a firm kiss to her cheek. “Then… you want to be my girlfriend? I assume that’s the next step…?”

(Y/N) nodded, placing a kiss of her own to Hanako’s cheek. “I would love that!”

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[tarithenurse]

The Bathhouse - 2

Fandom: MCU AU Pairing/starring: Jotunn!Loki x Fem!Jotunn!reader Content: Morning after, hints at smut, hint of the ongoing heat, mostly some “angst” and pining, sad goodbyes (just temporary, don’t worry). A/N: Continuation of the smut fic The Bathhouse which I posted about a week ago and people seem to like. There’ll be a final and third part which will be seriously smutty as opposed to this second part. Betaed as usual by my wonderful TanteFrutsel-CreativeNurse <3

Departure

Returning to the inn, you undress and finally fall onto the bed, exhausted and head spinning with what has transpired at the bathhouse. Tugging yourself under the covers, a hand drifts to your clothed core without really touching, just covering an area of the body which is forever changed for you. And in spite of that, in spite of the myriad of thoughts, you fall into a deep sleep

...

There’s a sharp knock at the door, rousing you from your slumber, fog headed. The knocking persists more urgently so you wrap the covers around your body and go to open, finding your comrades outside.

“Don’t you want breakfast?” Morella begins unceremoniously. “Why’re you still in bed?”

You shrug, trying to hide how abashed you feel with nonchalance. “Was up most of the night.”

“Doing what?” Then something seems to dawn on her face and she gasps, “or doing who?”

“Morella!” Anvindr berates, the blue of his skin deepening considerably.

You shake your head vehemently, not ready to admit to what had transpired in the bathhouse just yet. It feels like a delicious secret, a sweet little morsel to nibble from as long as the others don’t know.

“Let me get dressed and I’ll be right down,” you change the subject.

...

The trip to the library had not been completely in vain because Anvindr had found some tomes on dwarven metallurgy and Morella managed to find a few scrolls befitting her whimsical interests too. You on the other hand had been sat staring at the same page about the founding of Utgarde without being able to take in the words.

Now you’re passing by the palace on the way back to the main road.

“Ah, hello,” a slightly familiar voice calls out.

Looking around, you spot the captain that had attempted to apprehend you with his group outside of Utgarde. He appears to be coming from within the building, fully armed and fitted with a delegation of Jötunn in his wake.

“Captain Evios,” Anvindr greets him clipped.

“You remember my name! How nice!” the captain smiles broadly as though there could be no bad blood between them, “I see you’re roaming around as you please again...guess your story checked up, huh, pretty one?” The last part is aimed at you and you instinctively recoil. “Maybe you can roam past me when I come back from assignment, if you get my drift.”

There’s a faint snicker in his ranks that’s quelled when another voice speaks up, icy cold: “Evios,” is all that’s said but the expression on the captain’s face clearly states that he knows he’s fucked up.

“Sorry, prince Loki. Heading out now,” and with that the group scurry away revealing the god that had appeared behind them.

“My apologies...no guest of Utgarde should be spoken to in that manner,” the ruby-eyed Jotunn complains, “I’ll make sure he’s dealt with once he returns.”

Morella speaks up before you have a chance to say anything. “Good! He was out of line.” It’s almost a miracle that she didn’t take matters into her own hands a moment before and even Anvindr seems to side with your feisty friend, murmuring his own opinion.

Stepping a bit closer, the prince turns his attention fully to the others in the party. “I was hoping I could borrow [Y/N] for the rest of the day?”

“Of course!” Morella approves immediately, grabbing Anvindr by his arm and dragging him along and ignoring the confused look on his face, “See you later! Have fun!”

“But -?” You abandon the idea of calling your friends back. You don’t really want to anyways, not now that Loki turns to you with a sly smile and offers an arm. “Hi,” you mumble instead, accepting the gesture.

“Hey.” You walk a moment side by side in silence but eventually he speaks up, “How are you?”

To an outsider it could seem innocent enough but you get the feeling that he’s trying to gauge how you’re dealing with the night’s activities...and how are you dealing with that? Squirming a bit, you try to formulate a sentence: “I...I feel...different but then also not? And apprehensive because...what now? What are we?”

“Hmm...I was going to ask you the same after I’d made sure that there were no regrets from your side.”

“No! No regrets! It was...it was good and...and...and...” you trail off, unable to properly express yourself. Unable to voice that you’re craving more.

It’s as though he can read your mind because Loki stops and turns you to face him. Towering over you, he leans down to plant a slow kiss that deepens when you open the mouth in a sigh. Strong hands hold you flush against him, fingers digging into flesh. It only lasts a brief moment but when you part, you’re both breathing heavily.

“I don’t know what the future will bring us,” Loki sighs with his forehead against your, his breath fanning warmly, “but I know what I want and that is to be with you.”

“What if...you said that my scent...what if...” your voice threatens to break.

Pulling back a bit, the god regards you. “It doesn’t work like that,” he assures, “you will see once the heat is over that my feelings will remain the same. That I love you.”

Satisfied with the answer for now, you take Loki’s arm and walk with him, exchanging stories about your pasts and your homes. Many of the things you both already know but at least you each can offer new perspectives.

Walking through the grounds and the palace proper, you make it to his abode where you take up seats on the balcony. Coranzen, Loki’s personal servant, serves a delicious, fizzy drink before retreating once more so you can get some privacy.

“[Y/N]...how long do we have together before you must leave?” Loki asks during a lull in the conversation about the distant regions of his realm.

You hesitate, unsure what to expect yourself. “It depends on Anvindr, I think. He begins work on a shield tomorrow. I suspect the other two want to go when that’s done.”

“So...days?”

“Probably, yeah.”

This time he’s the one to weigh his words carefully before: “I could come with you.”

“What? But...leave all of this behind?”

“If it meant knowing you’re safe or being at your side should you need help. Yes.”

You want it. Here or there, that doesn’t matter as long as you don’t have to part from him but you know it’s impossible. Setting the glass aside, you turn to him and take his hands. “I want that very much...” his face lights up until you continue, “but we can’t, Loki.”

It is clear in his eyes that he understands the reasoning even if you haven’t explained it. Rather than argue, he pulls you onto his lap and holds you in a tight embrace, rocking slightly as though his frustrations could roll off of him that way.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“Me too.” His lips are ghosting your neck, sending shivers through you. “But you’re speaking reason. I’m too...too blinded to see clearly.”

“I love you.”

The words slip past your lips of their own accord but you don’t wish to take them back. They make him tense up, holding you a smidgen tighter as he repeats them back in a barely audible whisper.

...

“You’re looking happy,” Morella comments cheekily by the time you have reunited with your friends the next morning.

Anvindr suddenly explaims a small “oh” which is rapidly accompanied by a deep purplish blush before groaning something incomprehensible but he still gets the message across because your shared friend grins shamelessly back before promptly ignoring him. She doesn’t gain anything by it, though, because you know how to keep silent.

...

Two days pass but they are not two days wasted and eventually you accept his offer that you might as well just stay in his quarters at the palace for the time being which Morella seems to be very happy about while Anvindr doesn’t comment on it...but that might just be because he’s preoccupied with the creation of his shield.

Every day, the tinkerer goes to the blacksmith and works hard. Sometimes Morella tags along, however mostly the group is rather divided though still content.

For you, however, every day the group draws closer to departing, your heart aches more. You have no doubt that you’ll be going with them but you’re also loath to part with Loki with whom you’re spending most of the time when he’s not attending to his duties.

...

Loki walks you to where you’re meeting up with your friends and the escorting ranger party. It’s a silent walk where the two of you hold hands as if that could prevent you from parting. You’ve spent all the words lauding each other and wishing for a different fate. Now all you have is the looming goodbye.

The moment the waiting group comes into view, Loki’s hand closes tighter around yours and you feel him hesitate.

“We can still change our minds...you could stay...” he says just for you to hear.

Rather than answering (because you don’t think you can get anything out of your tight throat) you squeeze his hand, rubbing the knuckles with your thumb. You both know that this is how it has to be for now.

And then you’re there and the group greets you and the prince as though nothing’s wrong. The captain of the company smiles broadly for a moment before he notices the joined hands and he sends his superior a questioning glance that goes by ignored for now.

“Let’s get going, we have a ways to cover,” the captain decrees and the dozen of people start moving.

Not you. You turn to your lover and embrace him, rocking slightly in his arms as he returns the gesture. You both nuzzle the faces into the crooks of the other’ neck, inhaling deeply in the hope of memorizing the scent of one another.

“I love you,” you manage to croak out.

“And I you...and you promise to stay safe...”

You both know that that might be a futile promise, but you nod nonetheless before kissing him deeply. Then you extricate yourself from the embrace and hurry after the others who are disappearing down the road, spurred on by a light pat to your butt.

You look back by the first bend and sees a lone figure standing there with the silhouette of Utgarde behind him.

When you catch up with the rest, everyone has the tact to remain quiet rather than question you about it. Only Morella reaches over and pats you on the shoulder.

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[firstdivisiongirl]

(Killer x Fem Random Kid Pirate Reader) That Fateful Day for @sadjackie’s Birthday

So it’s technically 7/26 but tomorrow is my sister @sadjackie’s birthday and she’s been wanting me to write another part to my original Kid x Random Kid Pirate Reader story (I made the reader female this time too). So for her birthday, I decided to write it! I hope you like it @sadjackie and happy birthday sissy! 💙 And here is your story

(Killer x Fem Random Kid Pirate Reader) That Fateful Day

You and Killer were sitting in the crow’s nest of the Victoria Punk.  The sky was clear with no cloud.  The ocean was calm as you two shockingly sat in silence, only the sound of the ocean waves crashing into the ship.  Killer looked at you with only admiration and love in his eyes.  You looked back at him and smiled.

“Do you remember the day we met Y/N?” he asked, looking into the sky.  You grabbed his hands now sitting on top of him.

“Of course, I remember Sabaody Archipelago!  It was the best day EVER!” you exclaimed.

It was a sunny day on Sabaody.  The kid pirates had arrived on the island to see who was being sold at the slave auction.  Maybe they could find someone who was worth their money.  You arrived on the island, too.  However, you only went to the auction house because you wanted to know what it was all about.  Sadly, your easy day of people watching turned to chaos when the marines arrived.

Kid, Luffy, and Law were all fighting marines.  You were in awe of how cool they all were.  You walked in between them and the marines.

“Wait, is that Lucky Y/N?” one marine said.  “I thought she’d be dead by now? You know, with no crew or skills,” another said.

You walked right up to that marine that insulted you.  You stared right in his baby blue eyes and wound your right fist up.  When your fist made contact with his face, you let out a battle cry.  He fell to the ground with a soft thud. “ALRIGHT!  I always wanted to punch a marine!” you yelled.  Everyone just looked at you in bewilderment.  Who is this chick, Killer thought.  Your celebration abruptly ended when something or more like someone caught your eye.  “OMG!” You exclaimed, eyes wide, “you’re so cute!  Who’s friends with the polar bear?” You ran up and gave the polar bear mink a big bear hug, no pun intended.

“That’s Bepo,” Law answered, “and he’s my crewmate.”

“Well he’s adorable.”

“Thanks?”

Kid looked right at Killer.  “Can we keep her?”  the red haired captain asked.

Killer shrugged.  He was opposed to the idea.  He thought you were unique, and another crewmate was never a bad thing.

Once everything died down.  Kid and Killer walked up to you.  “So lady?” Kid asked.

“I have a name you dumb troll!”

“Shut up bitch!  I think you're interested and we could use another crew member.  How would you feel about joining my crew?”

“What’s the magic word?” you asked sarcastically.

Kid just rolled his eyes, it was a good thing he didn’t find you too annoying.  “Please,” he answered.

“Sure!”

“Great!  What kind of skills do you have…what’s your name?”

“It’s Y/N and none.  I’m literally surviving on luck, sarcasm, and pure recklessness.”

The fiery captain and his masked best friend looked at each other.  “What?” they said in unison.

“That was the best day ever, wasn’t it?” Killer said, “but do you know what else is a great day?”

“The day my bounty went from 1000 berries to 1000.50 berries?” you answered.

Killer looked at you, puzzled under his mask, “Yes, but no.  Today silly, it’s your birthday!  It’s your first birthday that we are a couple.”

“Oh yeah it is,” you said excitedly.

“I got you something great, but you’ll find out later.  Happy birthday Y/N,” he told you.  You sat up so you could reach his face and placed a soft kiss on his lips.  Your sweet moment was interrupted by a familiar lipstick wearing, violent man. “Get a room,” Kid said, rolling his eyes.  You and Killer started to laugh before you kissed one more time to annoy your favorite captain.  Both you and Killer were happy for that fateful day you met.  Because without that day, you would have never had moments like these that you would cherish forever.

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#one piece #trafalgar d vivi #killer one piece #killer x reader #random kid pirate #Sadjackie #I hope you like part 1 of your birthday presents because there is more to come sissy #I think we all need a good laugh so we got this

[st4rgzer]

PINKY PROMISE charlie (tpobaw)

summary: charlie gets a surprising visit from his girlfriend after the incident

genre: angst and fluff

cw!: implication or suicide, use of she/her pronouns, mentions of mental hospital?, a one time mention of cigarettes

a/n: this is for the beloved ciara, so, enjoy girlie😝 (also i apologize if theres mistakes or its bad, its my first time writing a fic and english is my second language so go easy on me😭) And at the start is a lyric from the 30th by Billie Eilish, Its not important I just thought it was suitable

“in a hospital bed, i remember you said, you were scared, and so was i”

When your mum called me that night, I didn’t believe her, i refused to, i cursed myself. I hated that I wasn’t able to help you, I wasn’t enough for you to try and stay, but i knew I shouldn’t look at it that way, you were still here, with me, thats all that mattered. I sat in the waiting room, the hospital lights were dizzying, absurdly white.When they called my name i let out a breath I didn’t even know i had held.

“Miss y/l/n, Charlie is ready to see you” said the doctor.She had a pretty smile, her voice was soft, i hope she was soft with Charlie, i really do.

I nodded and went through the door, and i swear, when i saw him, my heart stopped. His brown hair was messy, strands going in different directions, his head was slightly leaned on his shoulder, asleep, and the bright light’s accentuated his pale skin. I came closer to the side of the bed, it felt like i was walking on eggshells, trying not to make a noise, he looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to disturb him, but as i sat down on the chair beside him it was like he could feel my presence.

“hey…what are you doing here?” His voice was hoarse, i imagine from all the crying, i tried not to think about that.

“I um, i came to visit you” i said reaching out my hand, i almost couldn’t look at him in the eyes, it hurts to see your favorite person like this, and it hurt a lot. His hand found mine and he started tracing small circles in the palm of my hand, looking down at it, he wanted to say something, he always did that when he was unsure of himself

“Y/n”

“yeah?…” I whispered.

“Im sorry”

He apologized. He was the one in the hospital bed and he apologized. It felt like time stopped, i was so confused, what could he possibly be sorry about? He was perfect, he was so hard on himself and it pained me to hear the quiver in his voice when he said it. I shook my head, furrowing my eyebrows

“No…no, Charlie, don’t apologize” i held his hand tightly and looked at his eyes, nearly wincing when i saw the tears, and the dark eye bags under them.

“You have nothing to be sorry about ok? Nothing.” I stated firmly, i softened my gaze as tears fell out his eyes

“Shhh, its ok, its ok” i reassured him stroking his hand, he looked up at me

“Can you lay with me here, just for a bit…please?” his eyes were begging, pleading almost. I immediately agreed and crawled into his bed, his head laying against my chest, i stroked his hair, untangling all the knots he had, he sobbed against my chest, his hand wrapped around my waist, holding me tighter, i closed my eyes, and held him close.

“There is…so much pain. And i don’t know how to not notice it” i felt his voice tremble, i closed my eyes harder, trying not to cry in front of him, he didn’t need that, i sighed.

“I know, i know that char, you just…have to notice the good things ok? The things worth staying for” i continued playing with his hair to try and distract him, i felt his tears soak my shirt. “Like, remember when we went to that record store? And you were going to buy me that Smiths record? Because of how much you loved it and how you wanted me to love it too, and when we went to checkout, this sweet old lady bought it for us, remember?” I felt him nod, my hand rubbed his back softly “or when we were in Sam and Patricks pick up truck? And we were in that tunnel, and the perfect song was playing, and we all felt-“

“Infinite, we felt infinite” he finished for me, i smiled, it was a relief, he laughed too.

After a moment of sitting in silence, comforted by each others presence, our heartbeats were the only thing we were able to hear, and our breathing had synced up.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me” he whispered, his hand fiddling with the fabric of my shirt.

“Pinky promise” i said, extending my pinky to him, he sat up and looked at me with surprise, a hint of glee in his eyes, i swear i could see the corners of his mouth upturn.

“Pinky promise” he replied back, linking our pinkies, we laughed, we laughed like we always used to, like two silly teenagers in love, we both leaned against the wall catching our breath, looking at the ceiling, our hands intertwined under the scratchy hospital blanket and his head resting on my shoulder.

I turned to look at him, i admired the upturn of his nose, his rosy cheeks, my attention turned to his lips, the subtle pink pigment on them, i could look at him forever and find new things I loved. I cupped the side of his cheek and he looked at me, he smiled softly and sat up straight, re gaining the advantage of him being taller than me, when he’s not slouched. My thumb stroked his cheek, his soft, cold skin leaning into my palm, he rested his hand on the back of my neck to push me more towards him, he glanced at my lips, i looked at his. I could smell his old cologne and a faint cigarette scent, his eyes meet mine, his cheeks take on a much more rosy tint than usual, it feels like one of those moments where you know that even though everything has happened, you still have each other, and you’re sure of it. His lips hesitantly press against mine, making me smile into the kiss, my hand tangles in his hair and his hand move delicately to my hips, resting them there softly, tugging me slightly towards him, his lips are soft against mine, slow, delicate, he hums as i tug his hair just a little, we tear from the kiss reluctantly, after all, this was a hospital.He smiled, i could see the spark in his eyes again, just a little, i couldn’t help but giggle a bit at his swollen lips

“What, whats so funny?” He laughed at me, amused

“Nothing just…” i shook my head, a grin plastered on my face. “You look very pretty thats all”

his eyes widened at the compliment, and his cheeks burned up as his smile faded and turned into a flustered smirk and looked down, regaining some confidence.

“….you too” he said softly, i tilted my head and pouted, it took a lot in him for him to say that, of course, he wasn’t the most confident person when it came to romance, but he always tried, because it was you. I kissed his knuckles gently and slipped back under the blanket, his head rested on my stomach and my hand once again began stroking his hair, his arms were tangled around my waist.

“Im always here for you Charlie, no matter what” i said, whispering, he had his eyes closed, he was surely asleep, but i still felt the need to say that. I knew he would know. I rested there a little bit, humming peacefully a bit more until he let out small snores, with his mouth slightly agape. I checked the time. 10:45. It was definitely time for me to go home, I didn’t tell my mum i was staying overnight and i didn’t want her to worry. I place a gentle kiss on his forehead, lingering slightly, but being careful to not wake him up, i slowly slipped out of bed, resting his head on a pillow, i stared at him for a little longer, then left.

He woke up a few hours later, panicking that he wasn’t in contact with you, that he didn’t feel your heartbeat, and didn’t hear your breathing.

“Ah Charlie, you’re finally awake dear-“

“Where’s y/n?” He cut off the nurse, looking around the room nervously, waiting for an answer from her.

“Who?” She asked with a confused smile, trying to be understanding

“Y/n, my…girlfriend” he said more softly, getting up hurriedly and going over to check outside

“Oh- Charlie- you shouldn’t go out! I think she left, i can have someone call her if you want?” The nurse stood in front of the door, and tried calm Charlie down. He wasn’t sure where you had went but he just knew he wanted you back, he realized how rude he was being to the doctor, so he calmed down a little and rubbed his eyes

“I just, i need her, i need y/n, please” he said, making his point with drastic hand gestures

“Ok, ok, I’ll have the receptionist call her darling, that sound good?” She asked, rubbing his shoulder

“Mhm” he nodded, not very sure of the nurse’s promise, he went back to his bed and patiently waited for you. He realized how that was the first time he had had a proper sleep since he got there, in your arms.

@iha8you

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[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

You've Got a Friend in Me

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 1, 528

Summary: you reveal to your best friend the identity of the man you’re dating

Warnings: lots of swearing, Dieter doing negative self-talk, talk of an abusive ex, but lots of adorable fluffy stuff

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Hey Nora, I know you’ve been asking for months now about the identity of my mystery man. I haven’t told you because I know you probably won’t have the most positive reaction. I am going to tell you his name but promise me you will think about it for at least 24 hours and not fly off the handle in a gut reaction.

Okay, the name of the man I’m dating is…

“DIETER BRAVO?!!!”

“I knew you were going to react badly.”

You had the volume of your laptop on low but still the voice of your best friend could be heard throughout your apartment.

“This is my calm mode actually. I was originally going to do the 14 hour flight up there so I can strangle the man myself but I promised I’d stew about it.”

“And?”

“I still want to strangle him but not as much as before.”

Nora was the first friend you had when you moved to New Zealand as a fresh faced just-out-of-high-school girl. She took you under her wing and taught you everything there is to know about special effects makeup. She would literally protect you from anything and anyone as she had that fiery Māori blood in her. She could scare off anyone with a look. She also had the same taste in movies as you, always watching them together and discussing the classics as well as the latest releases.

“Seriously Nora, there’s no need to strangle anyone.”

“Sorry, I love you like my sister so I’m going to worry about you.”

It was hard being so far away from your best friend and honorary sister. But you got a great job opportunity, and it was a way to get far away from a certain ex-somebody.

“If you’ve read any of the latest articles, you’ll know Dieter put that bad reputation behind him.”

“Yeah, Mei showed them to me. We kinda stalked him a bit. He hasn’t done anything bad to you behind doors has he?”

You shook your head.

“He’s not into weird kinky stuff in bed, is he?”

“Actually, we haven’t slept together yet. The most we’ve done is sleep in the same bed.”

“That’s all?”

“He’s happy to wait until I’m ready which…which is nice,” you smiled almost in relief, “And we kiss obviously. He still asks my permission.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet!” a cheerful face came on screen: Nora’s partner, Mei, “Hi sweetie!”

“Hi Mei.”

“Don’t worry, I made sure she didn’t do the crazy long flight. I hid her passport.”

“Seriously?” both you and Nora asked.

“I love you, but you get a bit hot headed sometimes,” she turned to you “So, dating a movie star? And such a handsome one too!”

“Is he?” asked Nora, “I don’t see the appeal.”

“You didn’t see him in The Hunger. I’d turn for that man.”

“You’re telling me this now?”

“I hear the oven dinging. See you sweetie!”

You waved at Mei as she made her escape from the screen.

“But seriously, tell me, is he treating you well?”

“Yes.”

“Any panic attacks?”

“Nope, I feel really safe with him.”

“I have noticed you’ve been really happy lately, something I haven’t seen in a while.”

“It’s nice,” she could see the genuine smile on your face, the sparkle in your eyes.

“I still want to talk to him though. Look him square in the eyes before I can give him my blessing.”

“Okay. Just don’t mention Cliff Beasts 6.”

“The first film was shit anyways.”

*****

You opened the door and Dieter greeted you with his signature hug.

“Can I?” and you nodded, giving him a kiss in response.

“Dieter? Dieter?” he hummed in response, still occupied with kissing you, “Remember how I said my friend Nora wanted to talk to you? Well..” you turned your head and gestured towards the coffee table.

“Holy fuck!” exclaimed Dieter as he was faced with the disapproving glare of your friends face staring at him from your laptop. He nervously sat down while you moved your laptop to its normal position in front of the couch.

“So, Dieter Bravo. Before I can give you my blessing to continue dating my honorary sister, I have a few questions for you.”

He gulped, obviously terrified, but nodded firmly.

“So, what’s your favourite scary movie?”

“Is this a horror film thing or an actual question?”

“Could be both.”

“Are you going to get a scary ghost mask thing out?”

You butt your head in, “No, you are not getting out the Ghost Face, or the Michael Myers. You promised no jump scares.”

“Fine, but you need to be out of the room. I can’t have you help him cheat.”

You sighed, “I’ll go pick up some dinner,” you gave Dieter a quick kiss on the cheek and left the apartment.

“She’s gone?” Dieter nodded, “That was just a ruse to get her out of the house, so we could talk man to man. To start with, I want to know your favourite film.”

“Does it have to be scary?”

“No, she told me you’re a big scaredy cat.”

“Oh, well, it’s Beauty and the Beast.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet, it’s my favourite too!” Mei once again popped her head in, “Oh, hi Mr. Bravo!” she waved and Dieter awkwardly waved back, “Can I just say I loved you in The Hunger? I’ve seen all your films and…”

“Do you mind?” asked Nora.

“Oh, sorry,” she gave another wave and popped off screen.

He was now asked a series of questions about you.

“Favourite colour?’

“Yellow. Along with other bright colours.”

“Favourite food?”

“Anything with cheese. She once made this three-cheese macaroni and cheese; it was so fucking good.”

“Favourite ice cream flavour?”

“Phish food or Strawberry cheesecake, depending on her mood.”

“Food she craves when she’s on her period?”

“Garlic. Which means she’s not a vampire.”

“You’re fine with periods?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“So, you’d go to the store to buy her pads?”

“Well, she started using these period pant things but if she wanted me to put them in the wash, I would.”

“Favourite film?”

“The Mummy. I swear she’s memorised the whole film. I think she’s going to get me to dress up as Brendan Fraser’s character.”

“Favourite movie monster?’

“Werewolf.”

“Favourite sub-genre of horror?”

“Comedies, especially ones that poke fun at tropes. Also, she loves well-made ones. You know it’s good when she talks about it for days.”

“Favourite guilty pleasure film?”

“That one with all the monsters, Hugh Jackman and a monk.”

“Actually he’s a friar. First film you two watched together?”

“Oh, it begins with an H. There was a doll house and a bunch of naked people.”

“Hereditary?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

Nora seemed shocked at this, “You watched that and still wanted to see her?”

“The bits that weren’t scary were really good. The rest of it scared the shit out of me. But then she asked me if I noticed certain things and she went over them with such enthusiasm it was adorable.” He was smiling at the memory of it which Nora noticed, and the mood turned almost sombre.

“Yeah, she gets like that. Did she tell you about her ex?”

“Not much, but I gathered he was an absolute dick.”

Nora sighed, “He was worse than that. He’s a self-centred narcissistic asshole.”

“She told me he didn’t like her watching horror films.”

“Not only that, but he also didn’t like her talking about them. He just found ways to control her, making her feel wrong about who she is.”

“There’s nothing wrong with her, she’s perfect.”

“She didn’t start having panic attacks until he came along.”

Dieter was now in shock, “What?”

“Yeah, don’t tell her, but I was the one who got her the job in LA. She needed to get as far away from that man as possible.”

“I’m glad you did. Not because it brought her here, but it means she’s safe.”

“So you love her?”

“Oh, so fucking much. She deserves to be with someone amazing, but she chose me for some reason, I think I’m just a fuck up.”

“Not from all the stuff she told me about you. She never told me anything bad about you.”

Before Dieter could question further, a knock from the front door was heard. You peak your head in, “Is it safe to come back in?”

Nora nodded and Dieter gestured for you to come back in. Shuffling over to see your friends face, you asked, “So how was it? You didn’t go all Jigsaw on him?”

“No,” she gave a reluctant sigh, “And he has my approval.”

“Really?” both you and Dieter exclaimed almost at the same time. Nora gave a firm nod which prompted you to hug your boyfriend.

“Seriously, you made him watch Hereditary as a first film?”

You shuffled over to face the screen while Dieter grabbed the food you left on the coffee table.

“Okay, I admit that probably wasn’t the best choice, but Ari Aster is so good with all the little details!”

Dieter now popped his head into the screen, “See what I’m talking about?”

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @brilliantopposite187

Films referenced: Scream (1996), Halloween (1978), Beauty and the Beast (1991), The Mummy (1999), Van Helsing (2004), Hereditary (2018), Saw (2004)

#pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter fanfic #dieter x reader #dieter x f!reader #dieter x honey cakes #dieter bravo #the bubble netflix #the bubble #love of horror fanfic #love of horror

[mrs-johansson]

Chapter 4: Captain America: The Winter Soldier - Partners in crime

Part 9:

As soon as we were done talking, I found a room and I looked through all the files that Maria gave us. It’s crazy how easily HYDRA grew in SHIELD. We were so quick to believe that the agency worked perfectly.

The knock on the door was quick to make me lose concentration. “Come in,” I said and the door opened, revealing Steve. He had a small smile on his face as he stepped inside.

“Am I bothering?” He asked before closing the door. “No, just looking over some stuff.”

Pulling out the chair in front of me, he sat down, looking around the room and then at me. “What’s up?” I asked. “Did something happen with you two? Romanoff is awfully mean and she’s not here with you,” he sighed, leaning back in his chair. This man lives off of gossip.

Clearing my throat I glanced down at my papers, trying to find the right words to say. “Uhm… we had a fight, and it… Damn I don’t know, it really seems to be a tough thing to roll over… I- I don’t know Steve it was bad,” I ran a hand over my face and took a deep breath in. “Was it serious?” “Yeah, trust issues overall. That’s pretty serious,” I dropped a file into my bag. “We’ve been together for a while now and I still feel like I know nothing about her life before SHIELD. And I’ve told her a million times that whatever she did, I would accept it and know that it was against her will, but no. Nothing. I’ve been patient long enough, I need her to give something to me but she’s not willing to do so… I told her if she learned how a relationship works, she can talk to me.” “Don’t you think it was a little harsh?” He asked with a frown but also a concerned look. “She questioned whether it’s important that I know about her past life, so no, I don’t think it was harsh.” “Alright, but you guys should definitely clear things up.” “I don’t know…” I sighed and my shoulders dropped. “I need to ask you something though,” his words made me look at him. “What do you know about Bucky?” His sad eyes were a pity to look at.

“Surprised it wasn’t the first thing you asked,” I smirked and he just shrugged. “Ugh Barnes, I met him when I was in the Red Room, he was a trainer. We had missions together, but he mostly trained us. He was basically programmed to do so. What do you know about that controlling thing?” I asked. “I know nothing. I thought he had been dead since 1945 until I saw him on the bridge today.” “Oh boy, okay. Well, I don’t know the follow-up story but he is controlled by HYDRA. James had subsequently been brainwashed and armed with a new cybernetic arm in order to become their operative, known as the Winter Soldier. He didn’t remember much about his past and what he had done but he remembered the war. Always talked about his friend but never named him. But now I know it’s you,” I gave him a small smile and he was almost shy about the mention. “James is a good man, and he saved me multiple times. Even though I met him when he was a madman, I know once we rescue him, it’ll be alright.”

And there was another knock on the door, but they didn’t wait for an answer, they just opened the door. Steve and I both turned towards the entrance, where Natasha’s head poked inside. “Can I talk to her, Rogers?” She asked. I saw Steve take a glance at me then stood up. “Yeah, sure. We were done anyway. Thank you, Y/n,” his small smile was a sweet action. “Anytime.”

Once Steve left, Natasha was standing by the door for a couple of minutes. Arms crossed, I think she was lost in why she was actually here. “So that’s it?” Her sudden words made me look at her. “Did you realize why your life matters in a relationship?” I turned my whole body towards her.

She scoffed and shook her head. “Why do you want to know?” “Because you watched me suffer through nights and days because of what happened to me, and you were there for me. And I’m not gonna let you agonize over whatever you’ve gone through within yourself. Natasha I want to be there for you, but I can’t if you won’t let me. So if you think that it’s still hard for you to open up, then maybe it’s better we break up. Maybe we rushed things and didn’t look forward,” I said, already feeling the knot in my throat. I felt my hands shake, and drip from sweat.

Natasha did not look at me. She bounced her leg, and couldn’t move away from the door. “I’m sorry I can’t be what you need,” she took one last glance at me and if she looked away one second earlier I couldn’t have seen her glossy green eyes.

The door closed softly but quickly. Feeling the warm tears run down my burning cheeks, I just kept staring at the metal door, knowing that she won’t run back to me and hold me in her arms.

***

Couple hours later we found ourselves outside of the SHIELD compound. Natasha being undercover and Fury laying low, Steve, Maria, Sam, and I made our way inside.

Not gonna lie it was an easy way in. “Is Rumlow still alive?” I asked. “Probably, but not for long,” Sam spoke. “I’m so ready to end this, not gonna lie,” I added with a sigh. “We’re almost there,” Steve patted my shoulder.

Canceling the earpieces of the agents in the control room, we just waited for someone to open the door. Seconds later an agent stood in front of us. Sam and Maria held a gun at him while Steve stood in front with me behind. “Excuse us,” the tech guy held his hands up and stepped aside to let us enter.

Steve took over the mic and made his big hero speech, exposing HYDRA and speaking about the Helicarriers. “Did you write that down first, or was it off the top of your head?” Sam stepped up to him and I had to chuckle at his words. Sometimes I don’t know if he’s joking or just simply a fan of Rogers.

Making our way to the Helicarriers, Maria stayed behind and informed us from the HQ. “They're initiating launch,” she said. “Great, now we have to be quick,” I murmured.

“Hey, Cap, how do we know the good guys from the bad guys?” Sam asked as we were running. “If they're shooting at you, they're bad.” “Wow, wise words, Captain,” as I said that, I lifted off the ground since they already knew that we were there. Sam, in his Falcon suit, follows me and flies off while Steve heads down, the HYDRA agents start shooting at us, and Sam flew around to avoid getting shot. I surrounded myself with a shield and looked around. “Hey, Cap, I found those bad guys you were talking about,” Sam spoke over comms. “You okay?” “I'm not dead yet.”

Flying up the Helicarrier I saw how Steve was struggling to get through. “I’m in position,” spoke over the comms. Using my powers I threw some heavy equipment at a group of HYDRA agents who were going after Steve. “Thanks,” he said through heavy breaths. “Falcon, status?” Maria spoke. “Engaging,” seeing Sam land on another ship, I took out my chip. Looking for the right place, I inserted it into the system and saw the data go through.”Alpha locked.” “Nice job, Stark,” said Maria. “Thanks.” Just after that Sam locked the second one.

“The Winter Soldier is on sight,” heard Maria’s words and I flew off immediately. “I’m on my way. Steve, get the third quick.”

Bucky fired at the SHIELD pilots and agents killing them all. Before he could shoot another grenade I caught it and it blew up within a fire shield. “Come on Barnes, we’ve been here before, can’t you learn that you’re not gonna win?” I spoke as I walked closer to him. Dropping his gun he ran at me, and I did the same. His moves were quick but I knew all of them. Dodging one of his punches, I was quick to hit up his chin. He grabbed my arm and twisted it before landing a kick to my stomach. “Your fucking fetish of kicking me in the stomach,” I cuffed but grabbed a knife out of his pockets and tried to stab him but he caught my hand. “ты слаб, (You’re weak)” he said and I shook my head. “I love how you forget my powers,” and with that, I grabbed his metal arm and started heating it. He tried to pull away but I didn’t let him. When I saw that it started melting, I let him go and kicked him far away.

Turning around I helped some of the SHIELD agents hold back the HYDRA ones, but then there was a gunshot. Looking down at my stomach, I saw deep red blood gushing out of my upper stomach. I touched the wound with trembling hands and slowly turned around, but all I could see was James taking off in a Quinjet. “Barnes… he’s ugh, he’s in a jet going up the Helicarrier,” I reported. “Yeah, I noticed,” Sam panted. “Where are you, I need a ride,” he said. “I can’t fly, I’ve been shot,” I took a heavy breath in, gal Ching down at the wound. “But I can go on foot, in a second,” I murmured. “Rumlow’s headed to the Council, get Stark and go after him,” Maria said over comms. “Got it.”

I had to get up before Sam arrived so with a deep breath a burned the exit wound, a loud scream was all I could make. “Huh, okay… I don’t think I will ever get used to this,” I panted and stood up. Then Wilson was nearing me. “Are you okay?” He asked and I nodded. “Let’s get this son of a bitch.”

Going up the stairs, I was at the front and Sam was checking the back. “Can we make a bet?” I suggested. “What type?” “Whoever gets Rumlow pays for the drinks later,” I said and he chuckled quietly. “You’re on.”

After reaching an office space we took cover. “I'm on forty-one, headed towards the southwest stairwell,” Rumlow opened the door and before I could get him, Sam attacked him but after a few punches, he was down. “This is gonna hurt. There are no prisoners with HYDRA, just order. And order only comes through pain. You ready for yours?” He took his vest off. “Dude, what are you talking about?” I sighed. “Man shut the hell up,” Sam spoke too. “Two against one, I don’t think you have a way out of this,” I walked slowly to the other side of Rumlow. “Oh yeah? What can you do to me?” He smugly shrugged. “I have my ways,” I said before kicking his feet out. Sam quickly started punching him but Rumlow shook him off and stood up. “Come on, Stark. That’s all you’ve got?” He rounded me, and with a blast to his face, I climbed onto a desk, and with a swift move I wrapped my legs around his neck and brought him to the ground. “Oh Rumlow, STRIKE has taught you nothing? Widows always win,” and with a punch to his face, he lost consciousness. “Sam?” I glanced at him and he held a hand to his head. “I’m buying drinks.”

We stood at the window, watching the Helicarriers as they were firing at each other. “We need to get out of here,” I said. “But you won’t,” we heard the voice, and turning around we saw Rumlow barely standing up with a gun in hand. “Why is he doing this?” I murmured. “He’s a maniac, what did you expect?” “Get down,” I said lowly. “What?” Sam asked confusedly. “Get down,” I pushed him down and sent a big blast at Rumlow, which took him down. “Y/n we have to go,” Same shouted. I turned around and saw the Helicarrier was about to crash into the building. “Please, tell me you got that chopper in the air!” Sam spoke into the comms as we were running away from the crash. “Where are you?” Natasha’s voice rang through my ears. “41st floor, northwest corner!” “We're on it, stay where you are,” said Romanoff. We were desperately trying to get away from the destruction the Helicarrier was causing to the building. “Not an option,” I said. “Sam, you have to hold on okay? I’m gonna jump, and you can’t let go of me,” I said and grabbed his arm. “Oh man, please don’t kill me,” he said and held onto my shoulders.

I created a shield around us, and with high speed, we flew out of the building. The chopper was just below us, and I flew us to it. I placed Sam in the helicopter and then took a glance at the compound. “I’m gonna get Steve,” and with that, I flew off, but as I was about to reach the Helicarrier I was shot once again.

My legs let loose along my arms and I soon started falling from the sky. Coming in and out of consciousness, I felt a burning pain in my abdomen before falling into the water and passing out.

I was getting dragged by my suit which was soaking wet. I could still feel the pain in my side from the bullet, but at least I was alive.

Opening my eyes, I blinked multiple times before I could see clearly. Looking to the side I saw Steve’s limp body. Trying to reach up to the hand that was dragging us I groaned as my injured side was holding me back.

The person stopped and let us go. My head hit the ground and I could clearly see who it was. James.

Cut on his left cheek and multiple bruises across his face. His eyes were soft but scared. He’s back. “James…” I cuffed up some water but he heard me and looked down. “I’m gonna find our daughter.” He didn’t say anything else, just limped away.

“Daughter? You have a daughter?” Steve mumbled from next to me. Barely able to speak. “I’ll tell you later.”

#gxg #black widow #black widow x female reader #black widow x you #black widow x y/n #black widow x reader #black widow x stark!reader #marvel #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x stark!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x female #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x female reader #stark reader #y/n stark #bucky barnes #steve rogers #sam wilson #maria hill #nick fury

[broken-clover]

11- Memento

a bit shorter today, sorry about that. This is another one that's a little less cheery than the others, so I didn't want to stretch out too much.

I like animal crossing. I haven't played it in a while because the characters remark how long you've been gone so I feel too embarrassed to pick it up again because I feel bad about it. Still, I love the characters and their charm. Sable in particular has a really interesting backstory for such a relatively lighthearted series, having to raise her own siblings alone after their parents died. I wish we could do more for her and her family. It seems like she's got a lot going on. Like I said, this one's a little less happy, but I was trying to go for a bit of catharsis. The end is still happy.

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Though Mabel was too young to know for herself, they’d still managed to hold onto many of their parents’ old things. The hanging paintings, the blurry watercolor mugs, and the old sewing machine they still used had once belonged to their mother and father. Mabel was never very careful with them, but it was hard to chastise her for it. She didn’t have the same attachment. She barely remembered their parents at all. Sometimes, Sable envied that.

Still, when she asked with those wide, curious eyes, she’d share fond old memories. Sable would dredge up soft snapshots of a life that still felt perfectly real at times, even after so long. Their mother carrying baby Mabel around before she learned to walk. Tottering in their father’s too-big shoes until he found them and laughed at the sight. Trying to help with the sewing, back when their paws were too small to even hold a seam ripper properly.

Sable didn’t resent her place in life. The two of them had made something lovely, even if it wasn’t the life they’d expected. Their tailor shop was a flourishing business, ever more popular with the townsfolk with every passing season. Finances were hardly an issue, and, even if they were, sweet old Tom was always happy to lend a paw when they needed it. They were content.

It did little for the days when Sable awoke with an ache in her chest.

On the rougher mornings, she would hobble down the stairs and into the main floor of the tailor shop. It always felt as though something was calling out to her, whispering her name. The old quilt hung on the wall by her sewing machine. She undid the pins and took it down.

After so many washes to clean it, there wasn’t much of a smell anymore. Sable still buried her face in it and pretended that it carried the fragrance of someone else’s quills. It was a big blanket, designed to drape along the back of a wide sofa- or to cover an entire family as they sat together. Far too big for one single hedgehog. The fabric bunched and pooled around on all sides in its own little lake of tapestry.

She was familiar with the little flaws it hid away within. One spot by the left-top corner had a crooked stitch, only visible if you pushed the material back to look at the line carefully. One side of the pattern was just slightly smaller than the other. A tiny bit of batting poked though the back where there hadn’t been enough material to fully enclose it.

(Sable had once noticed the mistake and asked her mother about it. With a coy smile, she’d said that she planned to fix it, but just hadn’t found the time to do it just yet)

Fixing it now didn’t feel right. Even the flaws were a memory.

The window shutters were closed, as they would be for a few more hours. She spared herself the moment of indulgence, sitting by the wall while wrapped up in her mother’s quilt.

Sable couldn’t remember falling asleep, but she was awoken by the overhead lights. She rubbed the blurriness from her eyes, and found Mabel standing at the foot of the stairs, looking on.

“Wha- “ Mabel blinked in confusion. “What’re you doing out here? You're not in bed?”

She winced in embarrassment. Getting spotted hadn’t been the plan. All she had wanted to do was take the quilt down, hold it for a bit, and put it back without anyone realizing anything. She had to look pathetic.

Despite that, Mabel padded closer, eyes soft with sympathy. “What’s wrong, sis…?”

Even if it was embarrassing, she didn’t want to be alone right now. Sable coaxed her sister under the quilt with her. Neither said anything for a while. They only sat.

“...Do you miss mom and dad a lot today?”

She nodded.

Mabel leaned over and let her head rest on her sister’s shoulder. “Yeah. Me too. Do you wanna do a half-day today? We don’t have to get up yet.”

That sounded nice.

#frog writes #comfortober #animal crossing #sable able #mabel able

[gvftea]

I’m a waitress at a restaurant in Nashville ~I want to make it clear that I’ve lived here for 15 years since I was a little kid. I am not a stalker.~ at the particular restaurant where I work we get a lot of “important clientele” as my job likes to say. It basically means that we get famous people pretty regularly. Around May of this year Sam, Danny, Hannah, and that girl that Danny might have been seeing at the time ~I don’t remember her name and it possibly could be a different person~ came into the restaurant and they got sat in my section. I’m a big fan of GVF so I told my boss that I didn’t feel comfortable serving them because I didn’t want to make them uncomfortable. I was told that instead of assuming that they would be uncomfortable I needed to ask them if they would want a server change. I explained the situation to them ~scariest moment of my life~ and they were super sweet about it and didn’t want to change servers, so I continued to do my job like I always do. I treated them like I treat everybody. Danny was very kind and told me I was good at my job several times, and every time he would Sam would agree. The girl with Danny was nice too, just quiet. Hannah is a different story. She wasn’t rude and she never even talked to me besides her drink and food order, but she did talk to Sam. The total time that I interacted with them ~probably 5 minutes over the course of their meal~ Sam fidgeted/taped. It looked like it was something he was doing subconsciously and nobody seemed bothered by it except for Hannah. She would physically pull his hands away from the table, clear her throat to make him realize he was doing it so he would stop, and as I walked away a few times I would hear her tell him to “stop doing that already”. Every time this happened his overall bubbly personality would deflate a little and even Danny would look annoyed and upset by Hannah’s reaction to Sams fidgeting. I heard him apologize to her once for doing it and he sounded like a little kid who just got yelled at. I’m autistic so I was able to recognize his behavior as a stim of some sort and it really made my stomach drop to see him be treated the way I was treated for stimming back before I got diagnosed. ~Im not saying Sams autistic, but I think I remember Karen saying something about all of her kids being neurodivergent~ I know this is a very small incident, but I know how it feels to be scolded for stimming. It sucks and she sucks for making her own boyfriend feel bad about for doing something harmless.

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#sam gvf #jake gvf #josh gvf #josh kiszka #danny wagner #gvf #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #sam kiskza #danny gvf #sam kiszka #starcatcher