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luvjunie · 11 months

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— broken promises

pairing: earth 42 miles x fem!reader

summary: while earth 42 miles comes off a lot tougher than 1610’s based off his cold demeanor and his trauma induced apathy, somewhere under that hard shell, he’s still the sweet boy he used to be and wants love just like anyone else. miles is aged up to 17 in this, simply for the plot! wc: 2,640

contains: spoilers!!! angst to fluff

word bank: “mi vida” - my life, “mi amor” - my love

playing now: Wasted Love Freestyle by Jhene Aiko

You and Miles have been dating for 7 months now, and lately he hasn’t been around as much as he’d like to, for obvious reasons. Well, not obvious to you. You still don’t know that Miles is the Prowler, and he’s intent on keeping it that way.

It’s the third time he’s flaked on plans he arranged himself this month, and he can tell you’re beyond tired of it with the way you just blew his phone up.

— Miles POV —

Miles’ phone buzzes in his pocket but he decides against checking it, marking it off as something unimportant. He’s already accepted a job from his Uncle and a distraction wouldn’t do him any good right now.

8:03 PM

Mi Vida: please don’t tell me you’re doing this again bro.

Mi Vida: this is a joke, right?

Mi Vida: hello?? you were supposed to be outside thirty minutes ago.

Mi Vida: Miles Gonzalo Morales I swear to GOD if I don’t hear your motorcycle revving outside in the next five minutes so help me.

*buzz buzz*

Ignored.

*buzz buzz*

He kissed his teeth, lashes fluttering in aggravation and air puffing through his nostrils at the continuous buzzing against his leg. His shoulder fell to the side a bit as he reached down into his pocket to grab his phone while he climbed up the stairwell, following his uncle. Seeing your contact name on his lock screen, his brow raised as he read over the message, then they bunched together in the middle of his forehead incredulously, the tone of your texts causing his strides to falter.

Miles was genuinely confused for a moment, trying to think back on if he’d done anything to upset you, until the memory of him assuring you he wouldn’t do this again slapped him across the face harder than his mom did that one time he’d cursed at her on accident. The two of you had a date planned for tonight, and he swore to you he’d be there this time, fifteen minutes early at that, even though he knew there was a big chance he wouldn’t be able to make it all. It was selfish of him to promise something he couldn’t guarantee, knowing how demanding the other factors in his life were, but he was so tired of disappointing you, and how happy you looked when he told you you guys would finally get to spend some time together really had him thinking he could make it work this time.

Eyes falling shut for a beat, a heavy sigh leaves his lips, tongue darting out to dampen them as he quickly tries to think of something to respond with that won’t piss you off more than you already are.

He texts you back: sorry Mami, something came up yk how it is. i got you tomorrow tho fasho

Yeah. Real smooth.

*buzz buzz*

Mi Vida: yk what, just forget it, Miles.

Damn, she called me by my first name? I definitely fucked up this time. He thinks to himself.

Mi Vida: whoever you’re with is clearly more important to you than what we got goin on, so it’s cool. stay where you at, i’m done

Shit.

His heart beats a little faster in his chest, the sensation a semblance of something he hadn’t felt in years. Fear. He texts back as fast he can, head snapping up to see he’s fallen behind his Uncle, and he hurriedly jumps a few stairs before he comes to a stop again.

Miles: done??? the fuck you mean you done?

You don’t respond fast enough for his liking, so he double texts.

Miles: baby stop playin. you trippin it ain’t even like that at all

Mi Vida: i’m deadass. don’t call my phone.

He utters a string of curses under his breath, alerting his Uncle who had already noticed he was falling behind when he heard the inconsistency of his nephew’s footsteps. He’s ample steps above Miles, turning his head only slightly over his shoulder to address the distracted teenager.

“C’mon man, get off the phone. We got business to tend to. You in or you out?” Aaron asks. “You know I can’t have nobody holdin’ me back.” There’s a hint of something deeper playing within his words, and Miles knows he doesn’t have a choice.

He swallows hard as he looks up at the older man. Taking one last look down at his phone, his jaw clenches in contemplation before he’s shaking his head with a quiet sigh and shoving it back into his pocket. He’ll have to deal with this later.

“My fault. Yeah, I’m in.” He mumbles, doing a quick jog to catch up to the man.

His uncle’s lips quirk into a smirk, a heavy hand coming down to clap Miles’ back and squeeze his shoulder.

“My man. Aight, let’s roll.”

— Your POV —

8:05 PM

You: i’m deadass. don’t call my phone.

You watch closely as the three dots bubble at the bottom left corner of your screen, an indicator that he was typing. But instead, a quiet scoff slips from your mouth when they disappear, your shoulders slumping in disappointment at the word that appears below your last message.

Seen

You angrily toss your phone onto your bed, bottom lip quivering when you catch a glance at yourself in the mirror when you walk by. You’d gotten dressed up all nice just for him, because you knew the chance of him being free for a night to take you out was rare. You’d started your makeup early just to make sure he wouldn’t have to wait outside for you while you finished, and you’d even styled your hair the way you knew he liked. All for nothing.

You kicked your shoes off and dropped your purse to the ground, heading to your bathroom to undo all your work. You washed all the makeup off your face, the act feeling more humiliating than ever when you remembered why you’d even put it on in the first place. To feel pretty for someone who barely even showed up.

You closed your eyes and tried to calm down, hastily reaching back over to check your phone just one more time. Maybe he was thinking of what to say, and that’s why he’d left you on seen.

Seen 25 minutes ago

Maybe not.

You hated crying. And more than anything you were tired of doing it, especially when broken promises were the cause of your wasted tears. Your evening was basically wasted, and you weren’t in the mood to do anything else anyway, so you decided that you’d call it a night and head to bed early. You slipped on some comfy sleep shorts, tying your hair up for the night before grudgingly tugging a large t-shirt over your head. Your brow perked up at the scent that wafted past your nostrils, and pinching the shirt with your forefinger and thumb, you brought the fabric to your nose and immediately caught a whiff of Miles’ cologne. You then realized you’d put on a shirt you stole from him a while back, and the way your heart fluttered made you even more upset than you already were. You brushed it off to the best of your ability and crawled into bed, trying your hardest to keep your sniffling to a minimum as you pulled your blankets over your shoulder.

____

As soon as he’d gotten the job done and his Uncle gave him the okay to dip, Miles’ feet were moving at the speed of light down the stairwell. And while he had sort of rushed the plays he made with some of the city’s goons, he just had to pray that all his Uncle’s money was in the banded wad of cash he returned with, or it would be his ass.

Skipping a few steps he hopped down onto the platform before the next set, checking his phone for the time simultaneously.

10:15 PM

“Damn.” He groaned, pushing through the doors, cool wind hitting his face. Once he reached his motorcycle he shoved his helmet over his head, hopped on, and sped off with a “skrrrt”.

He sped through the streets carelessly, something you definitely would’ve scolded him for had you been riding on the back of his bike with him, with your arms tight around his waist to hold on like you always did. He bobbed and weaved through cars, lane splitting between a few of them and he may have even ran a red, but he wasn’t paying enough attention to remember. All he could focus on was that you said you were “done”, whatever the hell that meant, and he was adamant on making sure you weren’t.

____

You didn’t know when you’d dozed off, three steady knocks, a fourth one after a pause hitting against your window, resulting in your eyes snapping open at the disruption. You sat up on your mattress, the ball of your hand rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you peered across the room. Once they adjusted in the darkness and you recognized the familiar, lanky body of your boyfriend standing outside on the fire escape, the events of just two hours ago played over in your mind like a record.

With a roll of your eyes, you huffed and swung your legs over the side of your bed, pushing yourself onto your feet. Miles watched as you sleepily trudged over to the window, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, head slightly lowered and tilted to the side, as if he were already apologizing before you’d even made it to him.

Hooking your fingers underneath the edge of your window, with a quiet grunt you pulled it up, effectively lifting the barrier between your bodies. You instantly felt your yearning for him come back full force, and wanted nothing more than to throw yourself into his arms, but you restrained. Your eyes met his, the cool night air breezing into your room, and his heart clenched. Somehow he was able to feel the coolness in your demeanor, yet the cold weather hadn’t bothered him at all.

He was the first to speak.

“Hola, Mami.” He sized you up once, taking notice of your eyes that were slightly puffy from crying.

His voice was like silk to your ears, alluring and confident, almost hypnotizing, and it aggravated you that you felt yourself gravitating towards him off two simple words.

“Why are you here, Miles?” You sighed, arms slapping at your sides in exasperation.

He looked slightly taken aback, chin lifting a bit as if you’d asked something completely outlandish.

“What you mean why I’m here? You my girl, shit, this my crib too.” He shrugged, so nonchalant, as if nothing had happened. You wondered if it had even been him texting you earlier.

“You left me on seen, remember? Stood me up, too?” Your head cocked to the side to match the attitude in your tone, brows raising at him. What excuse would he use this time?

He dragged a hand down his face, exhaling heavily before he spoke up again.

“I was… busy. Look, my bad, okay? You gon’ let me in or what? Ian come all the way over here to stand outside.” He demanded with a gesture towards the opening, his hazel eyes glinting in the moonlight and thawing the ice that’d been temporarily encased around your heart. There was the smallest hint of a smirk on his lips, because he already knew the answer.

Your lips pursed and you stepped to the side, a laggard arm stretched out beside you, silently granting him access to your room.

He stepped through the window frame and you closed it after him, his hands folding around the collar then the hem of his jacket as he adjusted it and turned towards you.

“I can’t keep doing this with you, Miles. It isn’t fair.” You mumbled, hating the way your voice split your words.

His head dipped to the side a bit as he took in your solemn expression and the way your gaze was cast to the floor, as if you were trying to contain your tears. He wasn’t the best at this, he knew that, and showing affection effectively really wasn’t his strong suit. He usually made it up to you by bringing you a few hundreds he’d made from a deal, paired with some roses he’d picked up on the way to your house at the last second— but you both knew paper and flowers wouldn’t fix it this time.

“I’m sorry, I mean it.” He said, reaching for your hand to bring you close and grateful when your eyes finally lifted to lock onto his, although seeing them tear-filled wrapped him in a deep-seated emotion he didn’t even want to acknowledge.

Miles rarely said he was sorry. If ever. Did he apologize? Yes, but it was usually a ‘my bad’ or a ‘my fault’, or some other term that’d get the point across without him have to use too much emotion. Hearing the words ‘I’m sorry’ from him was an anomaly, it happened once in a blue moon, so this time you knew he really meant it. In your heart you knew he meant it, but that didn’t stop the tear you’d been trying to keep at bay from rolling down your cheek.

His thumb caught the tear almost instantly, swiping it from the soft of your skin. It didn’t belong there, and he hated to be the reason why you were crying in the first place.

“Where do you disappear to, Miles?” You sniffled.

He sighed, glancing back over at the window. He considered telling you the truth, but he knew he couldn’t.

“I’m just tryna keep you safe, ma.”

“You always say that!” You squeaked, making sure to keep your voice down, you had technically snuck him in. You ripped your hand from his grasp, turning your face away from him as another tear fell. “Do you not trust me or something? Is that it?”

“Of course I trust you,” His eyebrows knit together at your question and he stole your hand from your side again.

“So why can’t you tell me?” You pleaded, eyes big and glossy.

“I just-“ He paused. “I can’t let you get hurt. The shit I do…” You watched as he hesitated, like even speaking about the subject pained him. “It ain’t good.” He swallowed, a hand coming up to cup your cheek. “And I’ll be damned if I put you in the middle of my shit. I love you… okay?” He moved closer to you, and when you turned from him once again he brought your face right back to his, this time with both his hands. He wasn’t going to let you go, and while Miles was rough around the edges, and seemingly devoid of any emotion other than anger or resentment for the world—he always handled you with care.

“I love you, Y/n, I put that on everything. I’ll burn this whole world down for you, you hear me? Don’t think I won’t.” He stared into your eyes longingly, intent on making sure you didn’t just hear every word, but that you understood them, too.

You couldn’t help but lean into his hand, your own coming up to hold at his wrist as you inhaled shakily and gave him a bleak nod.

That wasn’t enough for him. He needed to hear you say it.

“Do you understand?” He articulated his words, bringing his head down slightly to match your height a bit more.

“I understand.” You said softly, looking up at him through your lashes before your gaze fell to his lips. He took that as his sign, leaning forward and bringing you into a kiss.

You melted into him immediately, like you always did, eyes fluttering closed as your lips moved against his, and as his hands fell to your hips to pull you in closer, like they always did.

You broke the kiss for air, your hand resting on his bicep and your lips ghosting his as you spoke, as you shared the same breath. “I love you too…” You breathed, standing on your toes.

“Good,” You felt him grin before he pulled away, his hand pinching your chin to make you look at him. “Cause you not leaving me, ever. I can’t let no one else have you, Mami, you know that.” He cooed.

You felt heat flush your cheeks, a smile you couldn’t hide finally spreading on your face.

“Yeah yeah, I know.” You answered, chewing at your bottom lip. “Can you stay?” You whispered, eyes shifting between his hopefully as you awaited his answer.

“Ah…” He rubbed at the back of his neck, piping up again before you could get disappointed. “What about your moms?”

“She sleeps in on the weekends, you just gotta be outta here by nine. Please, pa?” You whined, already reaching for his hands.

He chuckled to himself and shook his head slightly, having to look away from the adorable look on your face. He tried to remain in denial of the fact that he was so deep in love with you he could hardly think sometimes, let alone say no, but he was failing. Miserably.

“Of course I’ll stay, mi amor.”

Your expression lit up, a toothy smile brightening your features as he let you lead him to your bed.

He made sure to remove his shoes before he laid down, settling on his back. He extended his arm out to you as he tucked the other behind his head, motioning for you to join him with his fingers.

You crawled into his open embrace, getting comfortable on top of his chest and nuzzling your head under his chin. You began to feel drowsy the second he wrapped his arm around you, a yawn leading your eyes to water. His hand slowly moved from where it was resting on your back, dipping beneath the hem of your shirt, the warmth of his skin against yours comforting to you. His large hand rubbed up and down the expanse of your back, the tips of his fingers drawing lines along your spine— you always fell asleep easier when he did that. You listened to the steady beating of his heart, fingers idly toying with the gold chain he kept around his neck.

“I’m really sorry I ain’t make it tonight. I know you prolly got all pretty for me n’shit… and I wish I got to see it, but that’s on me.” He grumbled. He’d beat himself up over this for a while.

“S’okay.” You say it is, but he knows it’s not. He knows better. “I missed you.” Your quiet voice murmured from below him as you scooted in impossibly closer.

His jaw tensed as he stared up at your ceiling, a deep breath from his diaphragm raising you a little bit with his chest, and lowering you as he released it. “I know.” His response was hushed, and as sleep continued creeping in, you wondered if you’d imagined it.

But when you felt a long, drawn-out kiss press to the top of your head, his hand rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades, you knew it was real. The last thing you heard before you dozed off was his voice, mellow and gentle as he assured you.

“Ima do better, mama. I promise, for real this time.”

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messylustt · 9 months

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late night calls — carlos oliviera

you rubbed at your eyes as you heard the rather alarming buzz of your phone on the nightstand. your eyes squinted against the light that came from your phone. through the brightness you saw carlos’ name. with furrowed brows you answered, rolling over in bed as you placed your phone to your ear. “carlos?”

“oh, thank god you’re awake.” he muttered somewhat groggily on the other line. “why, did something happen?” your body becomes tense, but carlos quickly consoles you. “nah, nah, just…i dunno…needed to chat” you raise your brows in the darkness of your room. “needed to chat?” you repeat.

“yeah, what’s wrong with that?” he replies with an almost seeable shrug. “it’s like two in the morning, carlos. i thought you were in trouble.” he chuckles on the other end. “don’t worry, you wouldn’t survive without me.” you scoff. “right now i think i can.” you go to hang up, but carlos’ almost desperate voice stops you. “wait, wait! y/n. don’t…don’t hang up.”

you pause, placing the phone back to your ear. “if nothings wrong, then why did you call?” carlos breathes out a small laugh. “do you gotta be a stickler all the time, huh? i don’t see nothing wrong with talking.”

“this early? also I’m not a stickler.” your voice turns slightly defencive. “right, right. yeah, no, definitely not.” carlos replies smoothly. you sigh, resting back against your pillow. “was there anything in particular you wanted to talk about?” you can hear carlos shift on the other end. “and what if i said i just wanted to hear you talk?”

“i’d rethink about hanging up.” you sweetly say. “oh come on...” carlos drags out, his voice still low from sleep. “you gotta a nice voice. is it so wrong that i wanna hear you first thing in the morning?” you can feel your face slightly heating up at that. you cough. “then you should have called me in the morning.”

“it is the morning.” he indignantly replies. “so you’re telling me you wake up everyday at this time?” you scoff. “sometimes.” he replies. “hey, these muscles don’t just appear.” despite it all and your tired form you manage a laugh. on the other end carlos awakens more at that. the sound reverberating through him. he liked your voice, even more your laugh. it was…comforting to him.

“get any sleep? before i kindly interrupted, of course.” carlos asks, back against his bed as he kept the phone close. his hair was a mess, and his shirt was somewhere across the room. “kindly, huh?” your eyes are slightly fluttering from tiredness. “always.” carlos replies. you lightly chuckle, though carlos can hear the sleepiness drenching your words.

“and uh, yeah, i guess my sleep is alright.” you continue, rolling over again in your bed, your right cheek now against the pillow. “how about you?” now your words are drifting. you don’t mean to let them, but your fried brain can’t help it.

“ah, with the size of me and the unfortunate size of my bed i wouldn’t say it’s top notch.” carlos replies. he waits a moment, and that’s when he catches the faintest sound of a sleepy breathe. you had fallen asleep. “is my voice that soothing?” carlos chuckles to himself. he had wanted to talk to you. but he hadn’t known what about. correction — he had wanted to hear you. as much as he could. but now it seems it’s not enough. he doesn’t think he can let his head hit back against his pillow, he doesn’t think he can sleep.

he hasn’t been sleeping. at all. the last time he remembers is when the two of you were stuck in an abandoned apartment, while the infected prowled outside. it had been cold. and you two had decided to use body heat. he had slept so soundly pressed against you like that. in all honesty he misses it. even if it occurred for a brief night. a good sleep is hard to forget.

he couldn’t help it. the soft sound of your breathing on the other line was almost begging for him to come. you wouldn’t mind, right? either way he’s already made it to your apartment. he’s already inside, the spare key you had leant to him in the panic now coming in handy. your apartment is silent, dark. he silently reaches your room, your phone hanging precariously now over the bed, your face squished up against your pillow. god he couldn’t help it. he creeps forward, slowly, quietly.

reaching the bed, it creaks, his body weight a little more than yours, your bed clearly not used to it. then he was under the covers, the sheet already feeling more comforting. he shifts closer to you, his front now at your back as his arm carefully drapes over your stomach. this is probably the most comfortable he’s been. his hand finds solace a fraction under your shirt, the heat from your skin bringing him even closer.

he actually manages a sigh as his breath hits your neck, his mouth close as his head hits the pillow. you slightly shift, a small airy groan leaving your lips. but carlos stays put, gently stroking your stomach as he whispered soothingly in your ear. “shh, it’s okay. it’s jus’ me. lie back, sweetheart…jus’ rest…”

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sserajeans · 10 months

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friendly fire

kim minji x fem! reader

synopsis: ever since you bought a new game for your ps5, you've been spending a lot of your free time with hanni, the only other member who knew how to play properly. minji gets tired of it eventually.

others + genre: 6th member y/n, 04 liner y/n, outgoing (and very loud) y/n, straightforward y/n...., 04 line just a bunch of bffs who parent maknae line togt tbh, fluffyflfuufyflfhfyf

notes: requested!, nothing much.. just hope u guys enjoy.. perhaps not proof read, VERY SHORT‼️

"hanni behind you!"

"y/n i need a revive i'm behind the factory!"

"shit!"

"good game... didn't know players could control tanks..."

"yeah, well! now we know i guess.."

it had been a while since you spent a good portion of your first paycheck on a new ps5 and a first-person shooter game. and ever since then you and hanni have spent every hour of free time the group had playing.

which hadn't been an issue for you and minji!

or so you thought.

promotions for omg finally ended, so you and hanni intended to complete the game's storyline by the end of the day. you both slept early the night before, and getting on the game was the first thing you both did after taking a bath and eating breakfast.

unlike the rest of the girls, minji had schedules that day as a special mc, so she left the dorms an hour after you and hanni started your little game marathon. (neither of you forgetting a cheek kiss goodbye, despite hanni's disgust)

now you see, minji doesn't really get jealous easily, and if she did, she'd rationalize it without having the need to talk to you about it (not wanting to bother you). but with you spending almost every hour of your day playing with hanni, and doing so for the past week, it's been building up, and today was the breaking point.

when minji left the dorms, you were on the console, and when she arrived, you were still playing. the proximity between you and hanni didn't help much either, but you get cold easily and both of you were too lazy to get up and grab a blanket.

"oh! welcome back, min!" minji's worries left for a split second hearing your voice and a smile grew as she removed her shoes and coat in front of the door.

she sat on the couch behind you and hanni, trying her best to observe the gameplay, but ultimately failing as her eyes glued on your right arm intertwined with hanni's left.

"fuck i really need to pee.."

"let minji play for a bit she can cover."

hanni was gonna regret suggesting that.

"oh true." you turned around to face minji and handed her your controller before running to the bathroom. "PLAY WELL FOR ME, MIN!"

you should win a world record for fastest female peeing, 'cause it barely felt like a minute before you came back to the living room, drying your washed hands off with tissue.

"what the hell! i'm trying to detonate the explosives but someone's shooting at me! minji can you get them!" hanni exclaimed in fury as she focused every fiber of her being into the game's side puzzle.

your eyebrows furrowed as your eyes traveled to minji's half of the screen. she was definitely shooting someone! but somehow whenever minji's character shoots, the health bar on hanni's screen depletes.

realizing what was happening in front of you, you bursted out into laughter, hanni's face full of confusion and focus, minji's blank with a light smile.

"babe you're shooting hanni."

"WHAT THE HELL!"

but by the time you pointed it out it was too late. hanni's character died, marking it a game over.

"sorry about that, pham." minji managed to let out in between laughter. you sat beside her and set the game back to the main menu before resting your left arm around her shoulders.

"yeah.... sure.. i'm gonna take a nap." hanni playfully glared at minji before disappearing into the hallways to enter her shared room. "you lovebirds have fun!"

you let out a sigh of relaxation as you felt your girlfriend's head rest on your chest, your left arm pulling her closer. you heard a hum of satisfaction from minji as you kissed the top of her head before resting your cheek on her.

"you knew you were shooting hanni's character didn't you?"

you didn't hear any response, but a soft chuckle instead, which was more than enough to confirm your theory (that you thought you were crazy for to think of it).

"i love you, you know?" you felt her softly nod a yes before replying with a very soft "i love you too." that almost got drowned out by the game's background music.

"we'll deal with hanni's game progress later. how was work today?"

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eddiemunsonswhxre · 2 years

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cold nights / eddie munson

one shot

cw: uh i don’t think anything it’s tame and cute

oh look, your idiot neighbor locked himself outside of his house during a thunderstorm.

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you’d lived next door to eddie munson for a couple years now. you didn’t interact much with him since you preferred keeping to yourself as much as possible. high school was brutal, so you felt as though acting as if you were invisible would make it more tolerable.

not many people paid attention to you, but you paid attention to everyone. you’d like to say you only focused on eddie because he was a familiar face who just so happened to be ridiculously outgoing. however, that wasn’t the case. you paid attention to eddie munson because you found him attractive and through your limited interactions you’ve developed quite the crush on him.

it was early november when it happened. there was a raging storm going on outside. ice cold rain was whipped into your windows by the wind and the cracks of thunder were enough to shake your trailer. you were home alone at the time, tucked in your bed reading a book while waiting for it to pass. it was pretty late on that saturday night, but the headlights that shown through your window didn’t surprise you.

eddie got home late a lot, his headlights sometimes waking you up at two in the morning on a school night. that was probably a contribution to him missing so much school. you couldn’t help yourself from getting up to see him. was it slightly creepy that you could see into his living room from your window? yes, definitely. but somehow it comforted you knowing he got home safely.

you watched as he ran from his van, trying to get inside quickly to avoid the rain. the way his hair flew back made you laugh lightly to yourself. but instead of making it inside, he stood messing with the handle and trying to shoulder the door open. it wasn’t working. he was most definitely screaming a string of profanities right now, and you felt kind of bad. when he finally gave up on the door, he started trying the window, but that was no help either. he stomped down the stairs to his trailer, kicking over his empty trash can before going back to his van.

but tragically, he’d managed to lock himself out of that too. you watched as he kicked his tire before resting his head on his van in annoyance. you felt bad, it was freezing outside and he obviously didn’t have shelter and who knew when his uncle would make it back. you pushed yourself up from your window and quickly ran out your room and into your kitchen, grabbing your front door and throwing it open.

you were right, it was freezing outside and the rain felt painful as drops hit you. eddie was still leaning against his van, head in his hands. a huge crack of thunder happened, almost deafening you before lightning lit up the sky. the rain was so loud, but eddie wasn’t too far from your house. “munson!” you yelled out your door as loud as you could. eddie’s head picked up, looking around for where the voice had come from. another strike of lightning light up the sky just as his eyes found you.

a flash of light illuminating his guardian angel in her smurf pajama pants. he watched as you waved to him, motioning for him to come in your house. he debated it a moment, but the slight shiver that ran through him told him he needed to take your offer.

he jogged the few yards to your trailer and up your stairs, entering your trailer as you stepped aside for him. you close the door behind him, flipping on the light. the sight in front of you is one you’ll never forget. eddie is looking at you, with widened eyes and reddened cheeks. his hair was plastered to his face and all of his clothes were dripping. “hey y/n,” he said shyly.

you purse your lips before grabbing his arm and pulling him with you. he follows you, too confused to even ask. you push open the door for the bathroom and gesture for him to go in. “i’m gonna go find you some dry clothes, there’s towels under the sink,” you say and watch him reluctantly step into your bathroom. you disappear and eddie takes a moment to process.

he was standing, soaking wet, in his crushes bathroom right now. oh god he was soaked, he was probably making such a mess everywhere. he began taking off his vest and jacket, hanging it over your shower before peeling his shirt off his chest. “gross,” he mumbles to himself, ringing it out over your bathtub.

“hey, i found you some… woah,” you say, trailing off as you see the broad expanse of his back, tattoos littering the muscular canvas. you never expected eddie munson to be toned. he turned to you, your eyes focused on his pale torso that glistened with the rain water. you scanned up his chest, eyes lingering on his tattoos until they found his face, a small smirk on his lips. you shook your head, blinking hard and taking a step towards him. why didn’t he just close the door before starting to change? “these were my dad’s, i think they might be a bit big but, at least they’re dry,” you say, refusing to meet his eyes again as you hold out the clothes to him.

“thanks,” he starts, taking them from you. “and should i hang my clothes in here or?” he asks, turning to look at what he’d already put up.

you nod, looking at his haphazard way of hanging them up. “yeah, that’s fine, when you’re done come find me in the kitchen,” you say, wanting to not look back in his eyes. you see him nod out of your peripheral, so you back up, shutting the door once you’re out.

“oh my god,” you whisper to yourself in disbelief, holding your hands to your temples as you walk to the kitchen. “pull yourself together, y/n,” you huff under your breath before turning on your stove to make hot chocolate.

eddie eventually gets all his clothes off and dries himself off with one of your towels as he tries to process the situation. what the hell was happening right now? he grabbed the plaid pajama pants you’d brought for him, the cold making him start to shiver, and pulled them up before using the drawstring to tie them to where they wouldn’t fall off. he then grabbed the green long sleeve and pulled it over his still wet hair and down his body. it was probably a size too big on him and wasn’t exactly the warmest thing but it would do. after finally pulling on the socks you’d given him, he slowly opened the door.

he stepped out, looking around to take a moment and absorb your trailer. it was 100x cleaner than his, and honestly seemed quite homey. the only lights on in the house were the bathroom one, which he switched off, the one you had turned on in the kitchen and a small lamp in your bedroom. eddie slowly walked towards the kitchen, peaking around the corner to see you pouring hot chocolate mix into a mug as a kettle sat on the stove in front of you.

you looked up at him as he stepped into view and gave him a small smile. he swears, despite his skin feeling like ice, that his heart fluttered with warmth when he saw your face. “i'm making you some hot chocolate, you still really cold?” you ask, your motherly instinct kicking in.

“i- uh, yeah kind of,” he says, crossing his arms. you take a step over, leaning across the counter to feel his forehead with the back of your hand. you frown when he’s ice cold to the touch, moving your hand to his cheeks as well. his face flushes, but thankfully it was already red from the cold so you couldn’t tell.

you walk over to your living room quickly, grabbing a blanket from off the couch and back over to him. “here,” you mumble, standing on your tiptoes to drape it over his shoulders. eddie takes it, pulling it tightly around himself and watching you with awe as the kettle goes off. “you can sit,” you say softly, grabbing the kettle and pouring the hot water into the mug.

eddie obliges, taking a seat at your dining room table. he studied you closely as you bring the mug to him and sit across from him. “thank you, for letting me in,” he says quietly, wrapping his hands around the warm mug.

you wave your hand in dismissal. “i wasn’t just going to let you freeze out there,” you say softly, crossing your leg under you. eddie takes a small, careful sip of the hot chocolate and lets out a sigh of content as the warmth spreads down his throat. “so… you locked yourself out?” you ask, tapping your fingers on the top of your table.

eddie nods, taking another drink. “it always seems to happen at the worst times,” he says. you nod, not knowing what to respond with. eddie bites his lip, wanting to get rid of this blanket of awkwardness that was beginning to settle over you two. “i never saw you as a night owl type of person,” he says.

you shrug, looking at your fingernails to avoid looking at him. “i was reading,” you mumble.

“oh? what book?” he asks, his interest piqued. he didn’t know you liked to read. well… as he thought about it he realized he didn’t know anything you liked to do.

you flashed your gaze up to him before looking back down. “the house of spirits,” you respond lowly.

“huh, i don’t think i’ve read that. is it good?” he pushes, not wanting this conversation to die.

you raise your eyebrow slightly at him. “you read?” you question.

eddie gasps, grabbing at his heart in mock offense. “do i read? i’m almost offended at that sweetheart, i play d&d you know? i love me some good fantasy,” he says, causing you to giggle. a smile spreads across his face at the sound, his heart skips a beat.

“guess i never thought to put those together,” you say shyly, your eyes cast down as you replay him calling you sweetheart over and over in your mind.

eddie takes another sip of his hot chocolate before continuing. “no? just assumed i was some freak who hated everything academic?” he quizzed.

“no, i just don’t think i can picture you sitting down and reading a book,” you defend yourself.

eddie smirks. “so what do you picture me doing then, if i’m not a reader?” he asks.

“uh,” you start, biting on your lower lip. you’ve pictured eddie doing a lot of things, but you didn’t necessarily want to tell him you’ve imagined how his hugs feel. “honestly? just playing d&d and smoking…” you say.

eddie shrugs, “i mean yes, i do that too.”

“what do you think i do?” you ask, your gaze lingering on his fingers.

eddie looks you up and down a moment, taking in your relaxed state. “to be completely honest, i don’t know. you’re a very mysterious girl, y/n,” he says truthfully.

“good,” you laugh lightly, propping your head up with your arm as you finally gather the courage to look at his face. shit, he was attractive.

eddie smirked at you before taking a bigger drink of his hot chocolate. “i’ve learned a few things though in these last few minutes, wanna know them?” he asked. you hummed in agreement, slightly nodding your head. “i learned that,” he started, setting down his mug and removing his hands from it. “you’re very sweet, and very very cute,” he said, reaching up to bop you in the nose.

you look down as heat rushes up your neck and face, a smile stretching across your face. “thanks,” you mumble, refusing to look back up.

“see? so cute, i could just eat you up,” eddie teases causing you to laugh quietly. “what? you’re not gonna say it back? damn, y/n,” he jokes, shaking his head side to side.

“no! you’re cute, so cute,” you say with a giggle, watching the way his face lights up.

“thank you, sweetheart, but i don’t know if i believe you,” he says, continuing to tease you.

you shake your head with a smile. “i’m being honest!” you say happily.

“mhm, that’s what all the pretty girls say,” he says with raised eyebrows before grabbing his mug to take another drink.

just then, a particularly bright flash of lightning hits and your power flickers before going out. “shit,” you say, wrapping your arms around yourself. your attitude drops, and eddie picks up on it.

“you okay?” he asks, squinting to see you in the dark.

you nod, “not a big fan of the dark.” eddie smiles at your confession.

“that’s adorable,” he says without thinking.

with a roll of your eyes a small smile comes back to your lips. “shut up,” you say quietly, dragging it out. it’s quiet for a moment before eddie pushes his seat back, standing up. “what’re you doing?” you question.

eddie shuffles towards the side of the table you’re on and stops. “stand up,” he says, and of course you do just that. he opens his arms that still had the blanket in his hands and takes a step towards you. he closes his arms, wrapping the both of you in the blanket and bringing you to his chest. “there, now you don’t have to be scared of the dark, and you can help warm me up,” he says quietly, his nerves kicking in slightly.

you know your face is on fire, so you thank whatever is up there that he can’t see that. but, despite your nervousness you relax into his touch, wrapping your arms around him as well and tucking your face into his chest. the both of you stand there for longer than you’d thought you would, stupid smiles on your faces as you shared your first moment together.

even though you didn’t know it, there would be many more to come.

#stranger things eddie #eddie munson stranger things #eddie #eddie munson #munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things imagine

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writingbyshiloh · 4 months

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3 Times You Hear People Refer to You as a Team and the 1 Time You Didn't

Berlin x Reader

CW: Reader goes by Vienna and is a medical person (only 2 lines about it!) suggestive content but no smut, sneaking around? no beta

AN: I’m so normal about Berlin I promise (lying). I'm definitely forgetting a CW but nothing too bad or dramatic happens.

WC: 1.7k

“Wait, what's with team Germany? Two people with city names from the same country?” the dark-haired young man asks. You know his name is an American city, starting with a D. Dallas? Detroit? Denver!

It's obvious who half of the team is. Berlin is the capital of Germany. You don’t know who the second is. You frown while trying to remember the other city names in Europe. Oslo, Helsinki, and Moscow but none of them are in Germany.

“Vienna?” you ask, pointing a finger at yourself.

His dad, Moscow smacks him on the back of his head. “Vienna’s not in Germany, dumbass.”

Denver laughs, loud and not caring about his geographical mistake. “Right, it’s in Italy.”

Others join in laughing at his second mistake.

“It’s the capital of Austria?” You say bewildered. “They speak German but it's still very much in Austria.”

Too late for you to interject, the team name had stuck.

The second time is during one of the many drills the professor makes at all hours of the night. You had an advantage, being awake and somewhat alert.

“Any man would forfeit his share of the heist for you to look at him like that,” Berlin says quietly, smoothing his hand down your back. You’re both stretched out on your bed, hardly dressed, with tired and heavy limbs.

You feel your face heat up at the compliment but try to push it down. Both of you agreed to keep it casual but he has a hard time doing that. You stopped trying to kick him out immediately after sex to avoid his “theories” about how women need to be held. Why let him tell you when he can just do it?

“Helsinki likes men.” you counter. His words are sweet, but you don’t have much faith in him, seeing as he’s a divorcee of 5.

“He’s not blind, is he?” Berlin bumps his nose against your jaw, trying to get more space to kiss your neck.

The buzzing alarm throughout the house saves you from trying to come up with a reply. You both slip out from your bed, rooting around the discarded clothes on your floor and chair.

“Is this a weapons drill?” You ask quietly slipping a blanket over your shoulders to protect from the night air. Berlin cocks his head to the side listening to the three repeating beeps.

“Yes.”

You grab the fake weapons from your dresser specifically for these drills. You pass the fake gun to Berlin hoping it will look similar to his weapon, keeping the knockoff rifle for yourself under your blanket. Berlin kisses the corner of your mouth before opening your door and leaving towards his room. You slip out and go the other way, closer to the outside door.

You arrive at the checkpoint third, beaten by Moscow and Dever. Sometimes you hear them sharing a late-night smoke so they were probably awake. Half a minute after you Berlin arrives and Oslo follows next. The Professor nods his approval and writes down everyone's reaction time. As the rest of the group filters outside, Berlin subtly nudges your arm when Tokyo and Rio arrive together with one fake weapon between them, even though their rooms are in different parts of the house.

Nairobi is last, her sleep mask pushed to her forehead, lamenting about how early is it, how others need their beauty sleep, not her though. You hold out both of your blanket-covered arms for Nairobi and Tokyo to cozy up against the chill on the night air. You used the same blanket when there was an evening fire a few days ago so the thick smell of smoke covers any hint of your time with Berlin.

“Moscow, Denver, Team Germany, and Oslo. Congratulations on your fast reaction time and the attention you paid in the lessons, you’re free to back to bed. Nairobi, Tokyo, Rio, Helsinki, please have a coffee or a snack and meet me in the classroom in 10 minutes.”

You have a warm bed waiting for you, possible company included, so you shrug out of your blanket, letting the other two share it. You shiver in the cold air and pick up the weapon before retreating into the house.

The sun is hazy and low in the sky, calling to the bugs in the grass to move and flit around. There’s no actual lesson, but the Professor is answering questions anyone may have. Small groups have broken out, Nairobi, Helsinki, and Oslo all bonding while smoking, the Professor and Moscow talking about some negotiating, while Rio, Denver, and Tokyo are playing a card game, one filled with slapping hands on the table, and accusing one another of cheating.

You and Berlin are moving slowly to the song playing out on someone's radio. It’s not out of the ordinary, Tokyo declines every time he offers her a dance, and Moscow has no worries about spinning you around to whatever is on the radio. You even try to dance with Nairobi sometimes, both taking dramatic steps, more focused on making others laugh than the proper form.

There's still a small space between both of your chests trying to show nothing is going on between you both. It's hard though when he had two fingers hooked into the belt loops of your pants to push and pull you with ease. The dance is only a simple box step, step forward, to the side, step back, and then to the other side, but you can feel his charisma and passion in every step.

“Take a look at team Germany.” The professor says, drawing more attention to your little dance. “A negotiation is much like a dance.”

You break out of his hold to sip your drink before moving back into the starting position. With a nod for Berlin, you take a step forward and he gently pulls you in the same direction. You keep dancing, steps more slow and exaggerated for the demonstration, while he counts, a smooth repetition of one, two, three, four so the group can see the movements.

“Now…who is leading?” The Professor asks, the back end of his pen pointed at you both. Answers are overlapped, with no one strongly holding any opinion.

“Why would you say Vienna, Denver?” The Professor prompts, try to get someone to reach the answer before he needs to explain it.

“Vienna moves first, and steps forward. They’re leading.” Denver says. You can see Rio nod in agreement.

“No, it’s Berlin. Watch how he leads, helping Vienna follow.” Moscow points out.

“Yes, exactly. In a negotiation, it will be much the same. On the outside, it will look like the police are leading, and we are following. But actually…” The professor trails off, watching Team Germany dance.

You see Berlin raise his eyebrows, silently gesturing that he wants to spin you. You quickly nod, and at the start of the count, he pulls you close before pushing away. You spin away under his arm before turning back to the original dance position.

“We’re in control.”

You’re not sure if the hoots and claps from the table are for Berlin and you or the plan. You hope it's for both.

The fourth time you’re called Team Germany neither of you are around to see it.

“I think you look hot.” you tell Tokyo, sitting on her bed, watching her and Nairobi as they make last-minute adjustments to their outfits for the festival.

“You should come!” Nairobi begs you, holding out her hands to help you off the bed as if the only thing stopping you from joining is being stuck in place. You accept her help and allow her to pull you to a standing position.

“If I didn’t have a medical lesson with the Professor tomorrow, I would.”

“Oooo, sounds hot, are you going to study anatomy?” Nairobi teases. You know about how sexy she finds the Professor, something you can’t judge her for.

“No, it’s going over every medical misfire that can happen. Berlin and Helsi are going to be there too.”

You can’t tell if the look Tokyo is shooting at you is strange or if she's drunk. You don’t get the chance to ask her before Rio and Denver come crashing in.

“This is pure elegance, my friend.” Denver announces, dancing in his jacket, while everyone crowds around him.

“What the fuck! Is this Berlins?” Nairobi asks. You know it is but you don’t have a good reason to know so you let the others figure it out themselves. “He’s going to fucking kill you.”

Denver's cries of reassurance are drowned out by Tokyo shushing him and encouraging the group to get moving. In the corridor, everyone lowers their volume.

“Have fun! Be safe! Drink lots of water!” you wish Nairobi and Tokyo as they give you an over-friendly kiss fueled with alcohol. You try to wipe off the excess lipstick before giving up. Denver and Nairobi walk you back to your room on their way out, Tokyo and Rio getting something they forgot back in Tokyo's room.

Outside waiting with a cigarette, Denver reaches into the pocket of Berlin's coat and quickly retracts his hand.

“What's wrong? Cut yourself on one of his five previous wedding rings?” Nairobi asks, setting her cigarette aside to see what hurt Denver. More casually, he reaches into the pocket and pulls out a few items of jewelry. Laying them flat in his palm, he holds them up for Nairobi to examine.

“Holy shit! Those are Vienna’s.”

“Why does Berlin have them?”

“It’s fucking obvious, team Germany is fucking!”

“Who’s fucking?” Tokyo asks, arriving with Rio in tow, a few smears of lipstick around his mouth.

“Vienna and Berlin! Look!”

“What should we do? Tell the Professour?” Rio asks, surprised at the discovery. He missed all the signs from the past months that something was happening right under his nose.

“No! This is the perfect get-out-of-jail-free card.” Tokyo offers

“Tokyo you’re late to class” Nairobi says imitating the professor before using her regular voice “Well, team Germany is sleeping together!”

“No one says a word about this. We need to wait for the right time.” Tokyo says. She knows she and Rio won’t be hidden forever. But the leader and the medical expert sleeping together? That’s ammunition she can’t wait to use.

#good golly this is longer that most of the stuff I write ooof #berlin x reader #money heist x reader #x reader #n e way what do we think! Is anyone else as (un)normal about him as I am?#andres de fonollosa x reader

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dangowon · 1 year

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title » boyfriend hcs !

pairing » lee heeseung x gn!reader

requested? » yes

genre » fluff

word count » 0.8k

a/n » lee heeseung is babygirl central tbh.

✧ the best way i could describe him as a boyfriend would definitely be comforting. he's such a good bf </3

✧ he lets you sit in his lap while he plays on his pc, burying his face in the crook of your neck and pressing light kisses over the area in between his matches. usually, he ends up playing until the late hours of the night, so it's no surprise you'd end up feeling drowsy in his arms eventually.

✧ a smile grows on his face every single time he hears your breathing even out, the sound of his keyboard having lulled you to sleep — at that moment, he decides to finally let his computer (and himself) rest as he turns it off and presses one last kiss to your neck before carrying you to bed.

✧ for some reason, you two always end up going out to get icecream at incredibly late hours. it often happens because neither of you can sleep and you end up sharing an icecream in tranquility that only the night can offer. oh and he lets you have most of the icecream, of course.

✧ when you go out at night without a jacket, he laughs at you when you shiver because he had specifically told you that you'd regret not taking one. he opens up his arms for you to fall into his warm embrace and kisses the top of your head lovingly. maybe you forget your jacket on purpose so that he hugs you the entire time, but he doesn't have to know.

✧ he's the cuddliest boyfriend ever, he can't sleep without holding you (or you holding him, either one works) and pouts and whines when you're not in bed next to him in the morning. he has to cuddle and talk to you for at least half an hour before going to bed and after waking up as well.

✧ if you have classes or work really early in the morning and you two can't cuddle? heeseung instantly acts like he's dying. the only way you can make it up to him is peppering kisses all over his face with a promise to give him extra attention once you get back home.

✧ whenever you're cuddling, he gives you back rubs and it's the most comforting feeling ever, especially when you've had a tiring day. he plays with your hair with one hand while the other one strokes your back, giving you kisses occasionally as he stares lovingly at you.

✧ he's so supportive of you no matter what you do. no, seriously, you could tell him you were about to commit grand larceny and he'd go "i'm so proud of you, baby <3". but of course, he's just as encouraging when it comes to more normal situations.

✧ he fully supports your choices and decisions, except if that means you're not taking care of yourself. if you're doing work or studying, he sits by your side to keep you company, ensuring that you're eating well and taking breaks so that you don't overwork yourself.

✧ he watches horror movies with you with the plan that he'll comfort you when you get scared, but after 10 minutes he's clinging onto you out of fear the entire time and burying his face in your neck when he knows there's going to be a jumpscare. you end up having to be the one comforting him honestly.

✧ jealous hee = pouty hee. if he sees you paying attention to anyone more than him, he gets petty so quickly. acts like a giant baby; he sulks as he stares at the person you're talking to, glaring at them in silence because 'that should be him you're smiling so sweetly at'.

✧ he's not very big on pda, but when he's overtaken by jealousy, he holds you close to him as if you'll disappear if he lets go. it's not as if he's insecure in the relationship you have, it's not that at all, he's just a really petty boy </3

✧ he loves showing off in front of you. when he's playing basketball, he brings you alongside him and winks at you with a smug expression right before scoring a shot. (one time he did that and ended up missing the hoop completely afterwards, you never let him live it down).

✧ he takes you with him when he's going shopping, because he trusts you enough for you to give your opinion on what clothing articles you think suit him the best. he also does this because most of his wardrobe also doubles as your wardrobe, and he'd very much prefer if you liked the hoodies that he lends to you <3

✧ on days where he's feeling a little more sentimental, he holds you as he tells you how much you mean to him. he could never imagine his life without you in it — you're his other half, he's so painstakingly in love with you and he ensures that you know it at all times.

✧ he loves you so much, it's almost painful to look at </3

#✧ yun writes #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #heeseung #lee heeseung #heeseung x reader #lee heeseung x reader #heeseung x you #heeseung x y/n #heeseung imagines #heeseung scenarios #heeseung fluff #heeseung drabbles

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nyxwanderland · 7 months

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♡ everything about you

pairing → gojo satoru x reader genre → fluff warnings → stretch marks, mentions of pregnancy (nothing bad) tbh idk what's the difference between being self-conscious and insecure since english is not my first language so i have no idea what to classify this word count → 1315

satoru was thrilled to finally take a break and spend his time with you and his three-year-old daughter on a vacation after all those tiring missions that caused him to come home late at night—sometimes even early in the morning—only for him to go back to work a few hours later. you definitely were as well; you couldn't wait to have your husband more to yourself (and your daughter). however, there was just one problem.

you looked at your body in the bathroom mirror with a disappointed look in your eyes. you wore a light blue bikini which satoru insisted on getting you along with ten other swimsuits that would look stunning on you—his words, despite telling him you wouldn't be needing that many.

it was perfect. it fit you just right, and your body looked better than you had expected. the color complemented your skin tone, and the bikini accentuated all your best features. you loved it.

the real problem was the stretch marks on the lower part of your stomach. you couldn't help but feel self-conscious about them, as they seemed to stand out against the flawless backdrop of your bikini. despite knowing that stretch marks are a natural part of many people's bodies, especially after pregnancy, you couldn't shake off the nagging insecurity they brought.

"i'll just wear a shirt over it," you mumbled as you walked towards the suitcase and took out a white oversized t-shirt, wearing it over your bikini. you sighed as you took a look at the mirror again. although you really wanted to go out without the shirt, you didn't feel confident enough to do so.

you heard giggles entering the bedroom, causing you to smile a bit and almost making you forget the self-consciousness you felt just a moment ago. you exited the bathroom to see your husband wearing a floral beach shirt with buttons undone, revealing his abs, and his signature black glasses, and your daughter held in his arms, wearing her swimsuit and her hair tied into two ponytails. "we're ready!" satoru exclaimed happily.

"let's go, mommy!" d/n said, her voice unable to contain her excitement.

you went closer to them and took d/n from his arms for you to hold her. you attacked her face with kisses. "you look so adorable, my love!" you said. "i love you so much."

"i love you too—ah! it tickles!" d/n said between her cute laughs and tried to move her face from the attack, unable to bear the feeling, when satoru came and copied your actions behind her. "daddy, not you too!"

you stopped the 'torture' a few seconds later, so did he. you gave your little girl one last kiss on her forehead before letting her go and making her stand on the floor. "oh, I forgot my toys!" d/n gasped and ran to her room. "how are we going to make a sandcastle without them!? please don't go without me!"

you laughed at how your daughter looked adorable running away and quickly reassured her, "don't worry, sweetheart. we'll wait for you!"

you turned to face satoru, who looked quite sulky all of a sudden. "what about me, baby?" satoru pouted, his lower lip stuck out. "i also need my kisses."

you chuckled as you cupped his face in your hands. "come here, love." you brought his face closer to yours in order to close the gap between yours and his lips.

"there," you said, smiling. satoru was indeed satisfied, as you could tell from his grinning like a child getting candy. "now let's go, shall we?"

"you're not wearing your bikini?" he noticed.

ah shit, you thought. of course, it's impossible to get away with stuff when it's satoru you're dealing with.

you nervously let out a laugh. "um, I don't feel like wearing it today..." you muttered while playing with the hem of your shirt and looking at his feet.

"but you were so excited to wear them," he said, suddenly becoming worried. "are they not to your liking? do they not fit? are they defective? you could've told me while i was—"

"it's not that, satoru," you interrupted his babble. "it's just..." you trailed off, debating whether you should actually tell him or come up with an excuse—

nah, the excuse wouldn't work. not even in your dreams.

you sighed defeatedly. instead of telling him, you took the shirt off to show the root of your worries, revealing your body.

satoru's blue eyes widened and his breath hitched a little. although he had seen everything of you, you never fail to make him go crazy and take in all of your beauty as if he was looking at you for the first time.

you were looking at him expectantly, waiting for his response. your husband cleared his throat. "what's wrong with it? you look gorgeous."

you couldn't help but blush. you receive compliments every now and then from him, but they make your heart flutter every time. you never got used to how he articulated his words just to praise you, and never will.

"can't you see?"

"see what?"

"the stretch marks."

satoru's eyes scanned our body for the marks until he spotted them. he knitted his eyebrows together in confusion. to say he was frustrated was an understatement. "what are you even saying? those marks are the best part!"

now it was your turn to be puzzled. "what do you mean? how can you possibly think these stretch marks look beautiful on me?" you asked, as a lump appeared in your throat and you felt tears collecting in your eyes.

satoru smiled softly and gently held your hands, looking into your eyes. "to me, they are a reminder of the strength of your body," he explained. "they remind me that you carried a life—our daughter—for months to bring her into this world. they make you ten times more beautiful." he went on his knees to be eye level with your stomach.

you didn't understand what he was trying to do at first when he started leaving trails of kisses, tracing the marks on your body. "i love everything about you, baby. you don't need to worry about these little things. your stretch marks are beautiful. you are beautiful, y/n."

you couldn't help but let the tears fall, trickling down your cheeks. you felt so loved, and now you were overwhelmed with gratitude. you already knew it, but it was in that moment that you again realized how lucky you were to have someone who saw the beauty in every part of you, flaws and all. the weight of self-doubt and insecurity lifted off your shoulders as you embraced the unconditional love he had for you.

your husband stood up and looked at you lovingly as you sniffled and wiped away your tears. he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a warm embrace, kissing the top of your head. "thank you, satoru. i love you.."

"i love you too, y/n."

"i found my toys!" d/n entered the room enthusiastically. "let's go!"

when you and satoru let go of each other, she saw you completely and gasped, jumping up and down. "mommy, you look so pretty!"

your cheeks turned light pink. "really?"

"yes!"

you went towards her and held her, kissing her face repeatedly once again. "you look prettier, sweetie."

you felt yourself being lifted off the ground until you realized satoru picked you up bridal style, with d/n in your arms. "let's get going, ladies." he announced.

with a smile, you nestled closer to satoru, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms. "lead the way," you said playfully. as satoru carried you and d/n out of the room, excitement filled the air, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for this beautiful moment.

✩

you're beautiful how ever you are! i love you!

#hehe i love satoru #dw shibuya arc never happened #oh to be married to gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #satoru x reader

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Moody and Gray - William Afton x Female Reader

Chapter 6

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - sexual content

Also available on AO3

You’re standing in your shower—and God is it difficult to be inside of there and not reminisce about what had happened the previous night when Afton had been in there with you—taking your time washing off the grime of the work day. Pausing mid stroke of bar soap, daydreaming again, thinking this time about being bent over in his office. The gift waiting for you on the kitchen counter. You want to see him again. You need to thank him at the very least. You forget about being tired.

Fuck it. You’re going back to work.

***

It’s really too cold for skimpy clothing, but fuck if you aren’t going to get a little dolled up for your employer for a change. You’ve got time to kill before close anyway.

You put on makeup and style your hair. Decide on a clingy off the shoulder sweater to go with the slitted black leather mini skirt. It’s magenta, not quite purple, but as close as you have to his favorite shade. Your boots aren’t as fancy and new as miss college girl’s either, but they do reach over your knees and you think they look pretty damn hot. You even put earrings on, struggling a bit since you haven’t worn any in a while and the pierced holes are starting to seal. You pose in front of the mirror. Yeah, not half bad, considering you’d been on your feet all day.

You put on a sitcom rerun to keep you occupied while you wait for the time to pass. You hope your car cooperates. It’s been exceptionally cold lately.

It’s finally time to go. The coat look so, so pretty. The perfect size. So cozy. You’re grinning at yourself in the mirror and you don’t care.

You step out of the apartment building. The temperature has definitely dropped since sundown. But your top half is cozy, at least. The lesser clad lower half, well. A sacrifice you’re willing to make. Time to head back to Freddy’s.

***

The parking lot is empty.

Your heart sinks. Damn it. William must have left early tonight. All of this work for nothing. And now you can’t even thank him.

You’re just about to loop back around to the exit when you see a familiar face emerging from the front entrance. He is here.

Afton looks up from locking the doors as you hastily park and step out of the vehicle.

“Moody?”

“Hey. Where’s your car?” You start walking towards him. You can see his eyes track down and back up again. And down yet again. Yeah. He was looking.

“I lost my spot because I had to take my youngest to an appointment. Got stuck parking out back.”

“Oh yeah. The dentist. I saw that on your calendar earlier when I was…bent over it.” You bite your lower lip and grin at him.

“You look amazing.”

“Yeah? You like?” You twirl around for him.

“Yes. I like. Very much.” He takes your hands and pulls you against him.

“I had to come say thank you for the jacket. It’s really great, Will. I appreciate it. Very thoughtful.”

“I was going to stop by. You didn’t have to come back out just for that. Though I’m glad you did.” He kisses you.

“How was the rest of the shift?” You reach up to comb through his hair. You know it’s already a lost cause. The locks will not be tamed.

“Uneventful.” He turns his face and kisses your palm.

“Uneventful is good.”

“I missed you.”

“Missing me is good, too.” His mouth on yours again, rougher this time. “You want to go make out like a couple of horny teenagers in my car?”

“No.” He pauses. “I think my car is better suited for that purpose.”

“I agree.”

“Walk with me or I’ll drive around?”

“I’ll walk with you.” He tucks your arm through his.

“When would you be available for dinner next week?”

“I’m off Wednesday, so…”

“That’s how you want to spend your evening off? With the employer of the establishment you despise working at?”

“It has its ups and downs.”

“Does it now?”

You both round the corner. William’s car is right in front of you. He releases your arm and you back against the passenger door.

“Yeah. You know. Its ups…” You drag your hand up the fly of his trousers, squeezing. “…and its downs…” You tug on the zipper of his fly and shove your hand inside.

“You are impatient, aren’t you?” He smiles beside your cheek. “I quite like it. Maybe I should request they hire more young women to make you jealous.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“I think…” He laps at your ear, “You should…” Tugs the zipper of your jacket down, a little hiss of appreciation escaping, “…Come sit on my big fat—fuck.” His voice instantly shifts from sultry to annoyed. “I forgot about the security cameras. I’m going to have to delete this footage tomorrow.”

You burst out laughing at the abrupt switch from dirty talk.

He winces. “Did I kill the mood?”

“Not at all. I would very much like to come sit on your big, fat cock.”

“That’s my girl,” he purrs.

“So what are we thinking? Front, back?”

“Front seats recline. Steering wheel but you know I think we can make it…” His voice trails off when you reach inside the opening of his pants for another squeeze.

“Front it is.”

He unlocks the passenger door and then loops around to the driver’s side. You slide inside the car. The leather seats are extremely cold but you know you’re going to warm up fast.

William shrugs out of his coat and tosses it in the back, then sits behind the wheel and closes the door. He begins reaching around blindly for the lever on the side. “I know it’s here somewhere. Hang on. For fuck’s sake…There, got it.” The seat reclines back abruptly. “Well. There we are, then. What?”

You shake your head. “Nothing. You’re just. You’re so frustrated. And it’s kind of charming.”

“Is it?”

“You know you are.”

“Sometimes a gentleman likes to be told these things.”

“Noted.”

“Why aren’t you in my lap yet?”

“Also noted.” You struggle out of your coat. You should have taken it off outside like Afton had done with his. He helps you pull your arms through and you finally manage the task, dropping it on top of his in the back.

He gives a wolf whistle. “Look at you, Moody.” You climb over the console and seat yourself on his thighs. “Maybe I should ask corporate if we can change the dress code a little bit. Start allowing skirts…”

“No. Too much temptation. Plus too many pervert customers.”

“Unfortunately yes, there are those. I would have thrown him out sooner if someone had told me…”

You shrug. “It just kind of comes with the job. No matter where you work.”

“That doesn’t make it right. I don’t condone that kind of behavior.”

“Alright, Gray. I’ll spread the word among the waitstaff.” Your wrap your hands around his tie and lean to give him a kiss. “Can we not talk about work anymore now?”

“Absolutely.” He rests a hand on your hip. The skirt has a half zipper on the side that he’s already working on. Little had you known earlier what a good choice a skirt was for this evening. Once loosened he slides it up around your waist.

“Were you really going to stop by on your way home?”

“Yes.”

“To say goodnight?”

“That, and to make sure you received the gift. And to see if you liked it.”

“You had a busy day. Leaving earlier to drop it off and then the appointment and…” His hands stroke your thighs and toy with the waistband of your underwear. You’ve got a very skimpy thong on that is comprised of little more than a couple of threads woven together.

“Well worth it.” He sucks in a deep breath as he reaches around for your bare cheeks. “You most definitely should not wear these to work. I would get absolutely nothing accomplished.”

You unfasten his belt and unbutton his fly. “I’m going to take a wild guess since I can’t really see in this lighting that these briefs are some variant of purple.”

“They are not, actually.”

“Hmmm,” you hum thoughtfully, reaching inside to pull his erection through. He is scalding against your skin. His breath hisses through clenched teeth. “You’d think you hadn’t gotten any good pussy yet today. And we both know that’s not true.” You stroke lazily, teasing him a little.

“Remind me about this good pussy.”

It takes a moment to align your bodies correctly. He shrugs down a bit and you scoot up and there, the crotch of those ridiculous panties are jerked aside and you’ve seated yourself on his cock.

“Fuck.” You’re incredibly wet. You’re beginning to think this is going to be a new permanent condition for you because of this man.

“Oh yes. This pussy. I remember this very well now.” The fingers holding your hip dig into you. The other hand roams beneath your sweater and kneads your breasts. “That tight, wet pussy…”

His hips lift as you grind down. “Fuck, Will…”

“I know what my girl needs.” He rocks against you. The windows are fogging up. As predicted you’ve forgotten all about being half naked in the dead of winter.

“Say it again.”

“Hmmm?”

You capture his lips. “Say I’m you’re girl again.”

“You like that, huh?” He fucks up into you, forcing another exhale of pleasure. “You are my girl. You’re mine,” he growls.

You impale yourself again. “Will…” You’ve forgotten your wearing lipstick. It’s smudged all over his face. It’s on his shirt collar. You’ll have to use some rubbing alcohol or dish soap or something to…oh. He slams back up into you and the thoughts break apart into senseless pieces. You focus on his mouth. On his breathing. The sounds that he’s making, moaning, gasping, sighing, his body slapping against and colliding with yours.

“My moody girl…” he murmurs against your neck. Sheathed again. Back out. Entered to the hilt. Withdrawn. Faster now. A rhythm built. You’ve had a few awkward moments readjusting. Console digging in. Steering wheel bumped by accident. The seat creaks, unused to the combined weight and activity. But it’s good. It’s so, so good. The windows are coated in white, the condensation from your combined body heat cloaking you. You’re in your own private world.

“Will, it’s…I’m…”

“Yeah, love. Me too.”

His hips stutter. You knot your fingers in his hair. You’re looking into his eyes when you both come undone.

***

It’s a little later. You’re dressed again and back in the passenger seat. William pulls up beside your car.

“Don’t worry about the shirt. I always keep a set of spare clothes in the boot. Running a restaurant is a messy business. Let me go duck in and get changed.”

You nod, watching him leave. Your body is still tingling pleasantly. You don’t want to go home without him. It’s only your second night together. You shouldn’t be this far gone. You’ve never been like this before with anyone else.

Anyone else did not include William Afton, of course.

Speaking of which. There he is. Pizzeria doors secured once more. Back inside the car with you now.

“I’ll wash that for you.”

“You don’t have to, but I won’t say no.” He hands you the shirt with a soft smile.

You lean over to kiss him. “No more lipstick, I promise. I think it’s actually been all kissed off at this point.”

“It looks nice on you but either way. Any way I can have you,” he adds quietly. “You make it very hard to leave.”

“So don’t leave.”

“Moody.”

“I know, it’s okay. You don’t have to say it. I’m going. I’ll see you tomorrow, boss. On time, or something like it.” You reach for the door handle and his hand closes over your arm, halting you.

“I do need to say it, though. There is something about you…” He sighs, faltering. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Oh. You hadn’t expected that. “Really?”

He nods. “You?”

“Yeah, same.”

A smirk. “What do we do about that?”

“Play hooky and spend the day together tomorrow instead?”

“Fuck, Moody. Don’t tempt me.”

“This place would survive one day without us.”

“Maybe.”

“Come on. You practically live here. We can go out to eat or get take out and watch shitty television and fuck each other senseless.”

“When you put it like that, how can I refuse?”

“Wait. Are you really going to do it?”

“Yes. But we’re not going to make a habit of this. This is an exception. Extenuating circumstances and all that.”

“Mmm-hmm. What time are you coming over?”

“Early. I’ll stop off to delete that security footage first. Make sure you set your alarm.”

“Okay, okay,” you grumble.

“And get some rest tonight. You’re going to need your strength for tomorrow.”

“You cheeky—” He leans over and captures your lips and you surrender the rest of your insult.

“Goodnight, my moody girl.”

“Goodnight, Will.”

You don’t even remember driving home. The car thankfully knows the way. You’re back inside your apartment, William’s stained shirt still clutched in your fingers.

You still can’t believe it. He was actually going to do it; take a day off from his beloved restaurant, just to spend it with you.

#william afton x you #william afton x reader

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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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Interstellar Sniffles

〚 Notes - Hi, I finally got round to writing something suffient. Hopefully this is enough :) There's a definitely a chance for a pt2 if that's something you'd like, just lmk! 〛

〚 Pairing - WandaNat x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Nat get's sick with an Asgardian illness so it falls on you and Wanda to take care of her. Even if it means catching her germs. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 3500 〛

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Asgardian-Muticulated-Rhinovirus

Nothing more than a minor inconvenience for most Asgardians. Light sniffles, minor headache? Well, that was nothing to the Thunder God from space but for humans? Regular humans with regular Earth immune systems. Maybe it was a little bit more complicated than that.

It was a pretty normal Sunday when the God had landed back at the compound early that afternoon - he’d just come back from tending to some urgent out-of-worldly business and had decided to swing by to pay a visit to his fellow Avengers. Everybody was glad to see him and the whole team spent the rest of the day chatting and catching up. However, unbeknownst to the rest of the team, souvenirs and stories weren’t the only thing that Thor had brought back with him.

As the night drew on everyone had retired into one of the entertainment rooms to stick on a movie and get comfortable. You found yourself sitting in between your two girlfriends, Wanda at your left casually playing Flappy Bird on her phone not really paying attention to the ongoing film while Nat was curled up on your right, her head resting against your shoulder.

After about an hour, you couldn’t help but notice Nat becoming unsettled as she tried to stop herself from yawning widely. This continued for a few minutes before her final attempt of stifling her yawn failed and she gave in to it and stirred against you as she mumbled, “I think I’m gonna head to bed.”

“You okay baby?” Wanda asked, overhearing her groggy mumble.

“I'm fine, just tired.” The redhead dismissed her worry with a small smile before offering her hands out to both of you, “You two coming?”

Now that she mentioned it, it was getting late and going to bed was probably a sensible idea. So, the three of you said your goodbyes and headed off in the direction of your bedroom.

Out of view of the guys, Nat let herself relax a little and it became obvious that she was beyond tired. Her movements felt stiff, and her eyes seemed to be closing on their own accord. Slipping an arm around her waist, Wanda led her into the bedroom and sat her down at the end on the bed.

“PJs?” You offered, after receiving two nods you went to find some whilst your two other girlfriends washed up for bed. By the time they came back out you’d laid out two sets and were already half-changed into your own. 

Whilst the two were changing, you washed up yourself and came back into the bedroom to find Nat already snuggled down in the centre of your king-size bed, blanket wrapped snugly around her leaving only her red tied back hair in view.

“She settled down fast.” You noted as you grabbed your pyjama shirt from the edge of the bed.

Wanda nodded as she came over to throw her arms over your shoulder’s, softly tugging on the black straps of your exposed bra, “She’s just tired. Maybe we can sleep in a little tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I’ll turn my alarm off then.” You agreed but something was still playing on your mind, “Do you not think it's a little odd though?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, she seemed lively and then in the space of a few hours she was exhausted.” You pursed your lips a little as Wanda squeezed your shoulder in comfort.

“Yeah, but you’re forgetting how draining all the guys can be once we’re all together.” Wanda offered in response before kissing your exposed collarbone, “Plus it’s not just her, we’re both tired too, don’t deny it. I can see it in your eyes.”

“I guess you’re right.” You admitted and turned your head to the side to kiss Wanda’s lips before she released you from her hold, “I still find it odd though.”

You looked over to give Wanda a final unsure glance to which she only shrugged her shoulders a little before climbing in bed beside the redhead. With nothing more to say, you finished changing into your pyjamas before quickly climbing into bed yourself, snuggling down into the thick covers. To your surprise, Nat already seemed to be asleep, her head settled comfortably against Wanda’s shoulder.

“She’s adorable when she’s sleepy.” Wanda whispered quietly as she carefully leaned over to kiss your cheek, “Goodnight darling.”

“Goodnight sweetie.”

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When you woke up the next morning you instantly knew something was up. Someone was snoring.

Now this may seem completely normal at first, but the thing was that neither Wanda nor Nat snored. Ever. Not once in the three years you’d been sharing a bed had you woken up to snoring. Wait no, maybe except for that one time Wanda had the flu for a week and was so congested her snores were more akin to the sound of a jet plane then natural human noises.

Listening closely, you quickly realised that the sounds were coming from the girl cuddled closely beside you.

As you shifted a little to get a better look at Nat, you noticed that her face was flushed, and her breathing was slightly laboured. Her body was radiating heat and she seemed to be tossing and turning uncomfortably.

Immediately, you knew that something was wrong. You gently shook her shoulder, trying to wake her up. "Nat, Nat, wake up," you whispered softly, but she didn't stir. You shook her again, a little harder this time. "Natasha, wake up," you repeated, more urgently.

Finally, she stirred, her eyes opening slowly. As she looked up at you, you could see the exhaustion and discomfort etched on her face. "What's wrong?" she asked hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper as she buried her face into you.

“You were tossing and turning a lot baby,” You explained, “and you were snoring pretty loudly which is unlike you.”

Natasha nodded weakly, still looking dazed and unwell. "I feel really hot," she murmured, pressing her hand to her forehead.

You instinctively reached out to touch her forehead as well, and your fears were confirmed. Her skin was burning hot to the touch. "You do feel really warm baby, I’m pretty sure you’re running a temperature,” you sighed, your voice laced with concern.

You felt a pang of worry in your chest. It sounded like she might be coming down with something, and you couldn't help but feel guilty for not noticing the signs the night before.

Wanda stirred beside you, her eyes opening slowly. "Is everything okay?" She asked, her voice laced with concern.

"Nat's not feeling well," You explained, your voice soft.

Wanda's expression softened as she looked at Nat. "Oh, baby," she whispered, reaching out to stroke her hair gently, “This is why you were so tired, hm?”

Her response was only a small nod followed by a thick set of rattling coughs which left her red and breathless. You and Wanda each exchanged worried glances as the latter rubbed began to her back whilst you stood up to go get her some water.

Luckily in the few moments it took to get her the drink, her chest had seemed to calm down a little and Nat was now sitting up as Wanda continued to rub comforting circles along her back.

“Drink this for me baby?” You asked, offering out the glass of water to which she accepted readily.

Once she’d drank half, Nat leaned back against the pillows, her eyes closing as she swallowed the rest of the water down, "God, sorry," she whispered, sounding embarrassed.

"It's not your fault," Wanda said calmly, love seeping into her tone as she took her hand, squeezing it gently, “Maybe you can try and sleep for a little bit longer though? It’s still pretty early.”

Natasha nodded weakly, too tired to argue. She closed her eyes and tried to get comfortable, but her body felt achy and sore all over. The coughing fit had left her feeling drained, and she didn't have the energy to do anything but lie there. Both you and Wanda exchanged more worried looks before you both settled back into the bed beside her, doing your best to offer her comfort as she tried to drift off to sleep.

She managed to sleep for another couple of hours or so but truthfully it didn’t seem to help much. It seemed in her sleep; everything had shifted to her head because when Nat woke up, she was unable to keep herself from sniffling.

She groaned softly and tried to sit up, but her body protested, and she fell back onto the pillows with a sigh. It was clear that she was in no state to do anything.

Wanda, who had been dozing off beside her, slowly woke up at the sound of her sniffles. "Hey, how are you feeling?" she asked softly, reaching out to touch Nat's forehead to check for a fever only to be met with blazing hot, sweaty skin causing her face to frown with worry.

She softly moved some of the damp crimson curls out of Nat’s fever flushed face, “Wake Y/N up, okay?” She nodded towards to your sleeping form, “I’m gonna get you something for this fever. You’re really burning up baby.”

Wanda quickly got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom to grab some cold towels and a fever reducer. As she left, you stirred awake, feeling the movement in the bed beside you.

"Hey, sweetheart, how are you feeling?" You asked groggily, rubbing your eyes to clear your vision as you woke up.

Natasha sniffled again and shook her head as she shuffled closer to you. “Not good," she croaked out, her voice sounding scratchy and hoarse. "Wanda's getting me something for the fever."

You frowned with concern and sat up, looking at her closely. Her skin was hot to the touch, and her eyes were glassy and unfocused.

"It’ll be okay baby," you reassured her, pulling her into a gentle hug. "Just rest and let Wanda help you."

You sat with her in silence, holding her close as Wanda returned with a bottle of Tylenol and a damp washcloth which she handed to you to dab gently along the side of her crimson cheek before wiping away the droplets of sweat that had collected along her brow.

Natasha winced as you touched the washcloth to her skin, her body clearly sensitive to even the slightest touch. You murmured soothing words as you continued to wipe her down, trying to make her as comfortable as possible. Still, she was grateful for the coolness of the cloth against her feverish skin. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, feeling the medication start to take effect.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to ruin our weekend, we were meant to go out for lunch, weren’t we?"

You shook your head, "You didn't ruin anything, Nat. We'll just take care of you and make sure you feel better."

Wanda sat on the other side of the bed, watching over the two of you with a soft smile. "I'm here too, you know," she teased, reaching over to ruffle your hair playfully, “How about we go settle on the sofa and watch some cringy Netflix movies?”

You couldn't help but laugh as Wanda suggested watching cringy Netflix movies, knowing it was the perfect distraction for Natasha. However, your laughter was cut short as she suddenly sneezed, her head not having the time to move back from its position on your chest.

“"H'htschoo!”

"Sorry!" Natasha apologised, clearly embarrassed by her sudden outburst, sniffling frantically as she gratefully accepted the tissues Wanda had offered out for her.

You tried to hide your grimace as you looked down at the wet mark she’d left behind on your shirt, “Thanks for that.” You forced yourself to joke as you pulled off the contaminated shirt.

Wanda gave you a sympathetic smile before turning to Natasha, who was looking truly mortified. "Don't worry about it," she said, patting Natasha's hand reassuringly. "We'll just make sure to keep some tissues on hand."

You wrapped a warm blanket around Natasha's shivering form, and let Wanda guide her out the living room whilst you went over to your drawers to pick out a new shirt. By the time you’d joined them on the sofa, Nat and Wanda were already cuddled beneath a thick blanket snuggled together close for comfort. They had left a spot for you, and you sank into it whilst Wanda picked out a terrible movie for all of you to mock.

But as the day wore on, Natasha's condition worsened. Her cough became more persistent, and her nose became increasingly congested all while sending her into throat wrenching, messy fits of sneezes every few minutes. Mounds of crumpled tissues littered the area and by the evening, her throat was so sore the poor girl was barely able to speak.

Finally, the two of you made the decision that it was time to see Bruce. Just to be on the safe side.

“Wanda, can you go up and grab one of her hoodies? A warm one preferably.” You asked as you sent a quick text to Bruce to let him know you were coming down to his lab.

Wanda nodded and quickly made her way upstairs to grab one of Natasha's hoodies. You helped Natasha put it on, being careful not to jostle her too much as she leaned on you for support.

Once she’d returned, you watched as she helped Nat into the soft hoodie before making your way out of the living room and down the halls. Somewhere along the way, the three of you ran into Clint, Thor, Tony and Cap who’d clearly just finished their joint training session together.

“Jeez, what happened to Romanoff.” Clint was first to ask the obvious question.

You went to answer but Nat’s loud set of sneezes seemed to speak for themselves, and you held her closer, “We’re just taking her to get looked at by Bruce.” You explained and the guys offered to come with, clearly worried for the state of their friend.

You all made your way down to the lab where Bruce was waiting for you. He greeted you with a sympathetic smile, having seen many of the Avengers in various states of illness and injury over the years.

"Hey, Natasha. What's going on?" he asked, pulling out his stethoscope and beginning his examination.

Natasha explained her symptoms between sneezes and coughs, and Bruce listened carefully, nodding along as she spoke.

"It sounds like you have a pretty bad cold, Natasha," he said, after finishing his examination. "But I'm going to run a few tests just to be sure."

Natasha nodded weakly, looking exhausted from the effort of speaking. The guys gathered around her, offering words of comfort and support as Bruce took some blood samples and swabs.

As you waited for the results, Bruce gave Natasha some medication to ease her symptoms, and she settled down to rest on one of the lab couches, her head resting on your lap. You and Wanda both stroked her hair gently, trying to soothe her as best you could but it wasn’t long before she stirred, scrunching up her nose as she tried to get rid of the oncoming itch.

“Hheh..Hehttshoo! Hh’itschieww! Hhi-Hh-H’tsschiew!”

“Bless you love” Wanda whispered as she helped Nat to sit up so she could go and get her some tissues.

Luckily it didn’t take long for the results to come through and you couldn’t help but notice the way he was staring at them in confusion. You weren’t the only to notice, however.

Surprisingly, it was Tony who spoke up first, “Banner what’s wrong?”

Bruce looked up from the test results, frowning. "These results are strange," he said, looking at Natasha, “I’ve never seen anything like it. There’s definitely a pathogen present, that’s for sure, but it matches nothing in our databases- The fuck?-”

The room almost shared a collective gasp, nobody had heard the man swear before. Instantly you got up to go and look at the screen displaying the results along with Tony and the rest of the guys.

“According to this, the origin of the pathogen isn’t from earth. It has the structure of a cold, but mutated in different ways, it’s hard to understand. I can't get my head round these readings.” He sighed in annoyance, hating the fact he couldn’t understand it.

“How did she even catch this?” You mumbled outloud.

”I think I know...” Banner finally concluded as something in his brain seemed to click, his eyes casting towards the only man who had the means to leave the planet, “Thor?”

“No, no. Thats not possible. I haven’t been sick in years. I wouldn’t have come back if I was.” The God frowned; eyebrows furrowed with concern as Nat mumbled something intelligible into Wanda’s shoulder who was shushing her quietly.

Bruce sighed a little as he ran his hand across an electronic screen which brought up a pop up showing his anatomy as he explained, “Well that's the thing about viruses, even if you’re not sick yourself, you can still pass them on through contact with the same surfaces for example. And judging on how little we know about the viruses' effects on Earth, the rate of infection is unknown meaning...” He paused and turned to the sniffling redhead, “Everyone here should avoid going out in public for the next few days, especially you Natasha - just to be safe.”

In all honesty, you weren’t even sure that she had heard the string of sentences which had just left his mouth, but she nodded anyway.

The rest of the Avengers agreed to stay in for a few days before filtering out of the door slowly leaving the three of you and Bruce still in the room.

“So, she’s definitely, okay?” You asked again, wanting to be 100% sure.

“Y/N, she’ll be fine. The virus only appears to have heightened symptoms, its duration seems to be the same, she’ll be feeling better in a week or so I think.” The Doctor nodded, but still reached down into a cupboard to grab 2 bottles of medicine – heavy duty Dayquil and Nyquil, “This should be all she needs.”

You nodded, grateful for Bruce’s expertise and the fact that Natasha would be okay in the end. You turned to the redhead who was now being supported by Wanda as she stood.

“Come on, let’s get you back to bed sweetheart.” Wanda murmured comfortingly as you thanked Bruce again before joining the two girls.

Nat leaned heavily on Wanda and you as you made your way back to her room. She was shivering slightly, despite the meds, and you could feel the heat still radiating from her. As you helped her back to her room, it was obvious that both yourself and Wanda couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that she was going to be okay. You knew she was strong, but seeing her vulnerable like this was hard.

As you walked Natasha back to the room, you helped Wanda get her settled in bed, making sure she had everything she needed before sitting down next to her. Wanda sat on the other side, holding her hand as Natasha drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the ordeal. Whilst you sat there, watching her sleep, you couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness wash over you. You had seen Natasha take down some of the most dangerous foes, but seeing her vulnerable and sick like this made you realize just how much you cared for her.

As you sat there, watching over your sleeping girlfriend, you couldn't help but notice Wanda begin to sniffle intermittently. It didn’t come as much of a surprise though. Afterall she was the one who’d been in the closest proximity to Natasha for the longest and it was only a matter of time before she caught it too.

You turned to Wanda; concern etched on your face. "Are you okay baby?" you asked, already knowing the answer at heart.

Wanda nodded weakly, trying to hold back a cough. "I'll be fine," she assured you gently, "I’m just a little tired. I think worrying about little miss sniffles so much drained me a bit.” She chuckled.

“Alright baby,” You accepted her answer for now, “Well, how about we both try and sleep for a bit, it’s getting late afterall and I doubt Natty’s going to be awake for a while anyway.”

The pair of you climbed into bed, there was no need to change – you'd both been in your PJ’s all day anyway. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence once again, Wanda’s arm coming to comfortably sit over your stomach as you both listened to the sound of Nat’s snores before eventually drifting off to sleep.

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nishimiyachan55 · 2 months

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My curse boyfriend

(chapter 2)

Pairing: Mahito(jujutsu kaisen)x reader

Chapters: 2/?

Other chapters: chapter 1 , 3

Human?

The sound of the alarm wake you up from your sleep with a shudder. Burying your face in to your comfortable pillow you reached your hand to the table beside your bed, searching for your phone. When your hand touched on it, you grabbed it and turned off the alarm. Your head still refusing to get up from the bed, you pushed your self up placing two palms on the sheet. Sitting up on your bed, you scratched your messy hair with a yawn. After stretching up your arms you jumped out of the bed. Still with a sleepy head, eyes half closed you walked towards the bathroom door . The first thing you do in the morning is looking at yourself in the mirror. splashing water on to your face you started your morning ritual. Brushing your teeth, taking bath and obviously doing your skincare routine. After freshening up your self you came back to your room.

It was too early for you. You never wake up this early everyday. You always sleep late after watching anime or series eventually to wakeup late in the morning. Taking your phone in one hand, you walked to the kitchen to make your morning coffee. While making it you started scrolling through your phone. There were so many texts and calls from your friend.

"When did i put my phone on silent mode?!"

You were so tired from yesterday. So you rushed to your bed as soon as you got home, even skipping the dinner. You read your friend's messages. She was definitely mad at you for not picking up her calls and for not answering her texts. After all she is the one who helping you to complete your assignment. You always finishes your assignments on the deadline and she was always there to back you up.

She send pictures of study materials you needed for your work. You scrolled through them opening your phone gallery. So many pages from articles. Scrolling through them, at the end of it you saw it. his picture...The one you captured yesterday...the picture of Mahito holding the coffee cup. The moment you saw it, your lips subconsciously curved into a smile. The moments you spend with him....his cute smile, his soft voice, that mesmerizing eyes..... everything came to your mind. You stood there smiling at his picture, forgetting about everything around you.

The sound of your door bell break you from your thoughts with a jerk. You closed your phone and walked to the door. Opening it you saw your friend standing in front of you. Her face didn't look pleasant. Of course she would be mad at you.

"Where were you last night!? Why didn't you pick my phone! I was so worried if something happened to you. So i couldn't hold back coming this early to your apartment"

She yelled at you. How lucky were you to have a caring friend like her. Struggling to make a smile on your face, trying to calm her down you said

" ha..ha..ummm.......ahh... l-i....were in a d..date..."

Hearing this, her face turned red with anger and she yelled at you with big mouth

"huh!!!! You went on a date while i was struggling to find materials for your WORK..... What is wrong with YOu..!! Will you ever take your works seriously....."

You couldn't utter a word against her anger. Even if you could, you knew you don't deserve to say a word against her. Holding on to her hand you tried to calm her.

"i..am sorry......im really... really... sorry...i swear i won't do it again...now please calm down... please...."

The last word came as a faint breath. Taking deep breaths she tried to cool herself down.

"okay fine. I forgive you this time. Hmph...!"

Still holding an annoyed face she walked into your apartment. With a big sigh! You wiped the sweat formed on your forehead. She is so scary when she is mad.

You walked to your room holding two coffee cups in your hand. Your friend was sitting on your bed looking on to the laptop screen, papers scattered on the bed. She was arranging materials she found for you. She always help you on your assignments. Maybe because of that reason you always didn't give much importance to your assignments. Even if you run late, she was always there as a backup for you.

You sat next to her. She was still looking into the screen. But now she doesn't look mad, just focusing on what she is doing

"so...how was it?" She asked in a low voice not taking her eyes off the screen.

"what!?" You gave a confused look

"The date. was it good? Who was the guy?"

She asked curiously.

"oh...! It was really nice. I mean really....nice. i enjoyed it so much. We went to the movies, coffee shop and he even walked me home. He was such a nice guy" your exhilaration was clearly visible on your face and voice.

She silently listened to you, typing on the keyboard. "Really! Is he around from here?"

"um...i don't know. I didn't ask him. I met him yesterday at the library. Oh!! You should see him. He is super hot...like extremely hot....still couldn't get his number though..." You pouted at the last line.

"Ah...but i got his picture......" You said that in a singsong tone with sparkling eyes. You opened your phone gallery and showed her his picture "here...see..." .

She looked to the picture and looked back at you with a frown on her face, eyes hooded "see what!!? Picture of the wall of a shop!!?"

She couldn't see anything besides the wall. How is she suppose to see him, he was a curse. Not all people could see him. And here you were so dumb that you couldn't even understand that he wasn't a human. Maybe you were so flattered by his looks that you didn't even care to think about his weird appearance.

"what...!!? Look at the picture...the person" You pointed it to her as if she didn't notice him.

"what! Are you mocking me?? Ughh... it's not funny.. I don't have time for your silly play. If you have time then just help me...how annoying"

Hearing her saying this your smile faded from your face. You started feeling a little pressure on your chest. Your heartbeat slowly raising, drops of sweat started to foam on your forehead.

"are you serious...!? Really you cannot see....him!!?" Your voice cracked asking her one more time hoping she was trying to fool you. But she wasn't.

"how many times i have to tell you.... there is nothing, but a wall...now stop annoying me" she said it clearly showing her irritation.

With that look on her face, you knew she wasn't playing with you. You couldn't move your self from there when the realization hit you. All those memories came to your mind, people looking at you when you were walking and talking with him, the employee on the coffee shop, his weird look, it wasn't from your wet clothes...it was from your actions. This whole time you were talking to yourself like a mad person. No one could see him. Probably they all might thought you were crazy.

You sit there still for some time like you were frozen. Then you slowly raised your self from the bed and walked to the washroom. "I'll be right back" you said to her.

You walked trying not to collapse from shivering and you closed the washroom door. Looking to your reflection on the mirror you opened the tap. Your hands shivering, your eyes filled with water, clinging your teeth so hard, you stared into your face. He wasn't human!?...then what was he!?.... Your brain couldn't handle it. Your vision blurred,You felt dizzy You thought you will pass out on the floor. But you didn't. You started to breath heavily, trying to calm your self. Good for you it worked. Heartbeat slowly turned to normal as you swallowed air. You curled your fists trying to stop shivering. After some minutes your body came to normal.

Closing the tap you walked out of the bathroom like normally. You joined your friend, trying to work on your assignment. Shifting your thoughts from him to your work. But then there were the book, the book...he gave you. You tried to hold on to your self again concentrating on your work.

Fade sunlight hit your face through the window when you were laying on your bed, your wrist resting on your forehead. Staring onto the cieling, your mind replayed all the memories you spend with him. What was he....? The same question echoed in your mind. But then you remembered it....his last words. "hm….. contacting me huh…well don’t worry. If I wanna see you again I’ll definitely find you". Thinking about it made you shiver. Find me! He said he will find me. What if he really finds me. He didn't see my apartment though. So he won't come here. Maybe im just over thinking. Its all over, he is never going to find you. Maybe he might forgotten you and moved on with his daily life.

You tried to convince yourself that everything is fine. Shifting your eyes from the cieling to the laptop screen on your side you pushed your self to sit. With a wandering mind You scrolled through the work your friend had done for you before she left. Closing the laptop you throw your head back against the pillow. Closing your eyes you slowly fell to sleep.....

Closing the door of your professor's room, you walked outside the corridor. Lowering your head you slipped your hand into your bag. Walking straight to the library you took the book out from your bag and slowly started walking up to the stairs. It's been a week since you met him now. You finished your assignment and now you're going to return that book to the library.

Seriously it was a tough week. All that heavy load of work made you really stressed out. but it wasn't that stressed you more, it was the memories of him. You were so scared you didn't even sleep well. Nightmares wake you up from your sleeps. But still....even if you were scared.... Even if you knew it wasn't right.....you couldn't push back this feeling..... this feeling of wanting to see him again. whenever you thought about him, you couldn't stop the smile formed on your lips.

You reached the library room. The lady on the counter was there smiling and greeting to you. You gave the book to her. that's when she asked

"what about the other book you took, are you going to return it anytime soon?"

The other book!! That's when the thought clicked, The book you took for Mahito. What were you thinking at that time. Why did you took that book on your responsibility for a complete stranger. You were not even sure if you could meet him again. Maybe you were so happy at that time because he helped you by giving that book to you. You were so eager to help him back that your stupid brain didn't even think.

"Ah....i will return it as soon as im done reading it"

You answered her with a fake nervous smile. The library was quiet because it was late evening and most of the students left home already. You slowly walked to the aisle randomly skimming through the names on the book stacks. When you reached to a dark corner of the library you stopped your footsteps. It was more quiet there compared to other parts of the library. A place more dark and nobody could find you from there that easily.

Standing before a shelf your fingertips brushed though the stacks. Your first meeting with him, the way your eyes locked with his through the shelf, all came to your mind. With a smile on your lips you slowly lifted your hands, looking up the shelf above your head you tried to pull back a book. It was a little high so you lifted your self balancing on your toes struggling to pull it out. That's when a hand came to your sight. A pale hand with stiches on the wrist. Holding on the back of your palm he pulled the book out. You jumped back from the sudden touch. But only for your back to hit his chest.

You peered up tilting your head. Your eyes met with his heterochromatic ones, staring into you with a soft smile. His one hand was still held up holding that book up and his other hand wrapped around your waist. You couldn't blink your eyes from the sight of his face. It felt like you skipped a heartbeat. Your eyes were glowing from happiness, excitement and also a hint of fear.

"i knew i could find you here Y/n" he smiled at you, his innocent smile told you how happy he was to see you. "Are you happy to see me..? I told you i would find you if i want..." He wrapped his other hand on your chest and pulled you closer to his chest giving you a tight hug. He pressed his cheek on to yours rubbing like a child adoring a plushie he like.

"why were you smiling Y/n..? Were you thinking about me??" . Loosening his hand Mahito turned you to face his side. He planted his two arms on your shoulder holding you straight to his body still holding that book in one hand.

"i.....uh.....no....i...was thinking about something else.." you lied to him trying not to show your blush.

"hmm.... really! Haha... You are such a bad liar Y/n. I know you were thinking about me and... you were smiling" he leaned his face closer to yours almost touching your lip. You tried to pull your self back but his hand held you in place with a strong grip.

"i really enjoyed our last date. I couldn't stop thinking about you after that." He told this with a soft soothing voice almost like a whisper. Leaning back taking his hands off your shoulders he examined the cover of the book which he held in his hand.

" i tried finding you on that street near your home where we last saw each other. But i couldn't find you. I came here too....but still couldn't find you... until now"

He was looking for me??!! You felt a cold feeling in your chest. Your brain trying to steady your self.

"why!?....why were you looking for me?" You looked to the side floor and asked him.

"Because i wanted to have more fun with you..." moving his eyes up and down, he observed your body from top to bottom with a sinister look in his eyes. "You know trying new things....and also....i wanted to give this book back to you" he took a book out from his back and held it in front of you. The book you took for him.

"Huh....!!!". You stared blankly at him then reached your hand to take it from him. You wondered where did he hid that book! His back!? sheesh....what are you thinking....he is not even a human. So why questioning that. You closed your eyes and put your curled up fist on your mouth trying not to giggle.

"so....are you gonna take this one for me next Y/n?" Pointing at the new book which he pulled from the shelf, he asked.

"ah....if you want it then..... maybe i can take it for you" you smiled at him. At this point the pressure of fear had completely disappeared from your chest. Even with that sinister look in his eyes you tried to convince yourself that he is not dangerous.

"okay,...so, what are we going to do today?Hmm.......We already watched a movie together.....and drink coffee....so! What's next!?do you have anything in your mind Y/n??" He started walking to the library counter looking on your side over his shoulders.

"hmm..... I don't have anything particular in mind..." You said thinking about what to do. You returned the previous book to the staff lady and took the new one. Mahito stood beside you leaning against the counter resting his elbow on the desk, placing his hand on the side of his cheek a thumb pressing on to his lips. His eyes flickering to your side and the staff lady's, simply observing your conversation. you walked out with him to the stairs after you done with her.

"what about i come with you to your home?" His question made you jolt. You stared into his face. Taking him home with me??? That's not a good idea. He is not a human. He is something else. You can't bring him home. He could be dangerous even if he doesn't look like one. But still.... something screamed in your head to say no to him. But....

"okay...." That word came from your mouth, even when your mind screamed the danger to you. How could you say no to him looking at that innocent face.

When you two reached downstairs he walked ahead of you, thinking about all the experiments he could do with you. his smile turned into an evil grin, "I'll make our this date even better than last one Y/n...so better....that you'll never forget it in your entire life...."

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thefreakandthehair · 1 year

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I am once again thinking about an AU

Specifically a selkie Steve

Don’t get me wrong, I love a good werewolf Steve (get it, hairy beast, the hair, harrington) because protective mom Steve is just (insert emperors new groove meme here)

But! Selkie Steve, who’s mom is a Selkie and his dad has her pelt so she can’t leave him even when she hates him for constantly being unfaithful. And his pelt is locked up in his father’s safe, a way to control him because obviously he needs to uphold their family’s image while they’re gone and he needs a threat to do a good job

But when he gets kicked out, his father throwing his pelt at him and telling him to get lost, he never wants to see him again, and he doesn’t know where to go but it’s imperative he NEVER lets anyone near his pelt because he can’t be held captive like that again (oh hello trauma response)

No one knows, of course, because he can’t be a freak, even if he knows none of them would ever think that because their friend is a literal experiment with super powers, but like he can’t logic his way out of fear, not when he’s been raised to know he’s a monster because of what he is

Except he falls in love and he’s terrified because he wants to trust Eddie, who’s sweet and a freak but proud and who would protect him because he stands up for all the freaks. But he can’t because his brain doesn’t care about logic, doesn’t care that Eddie wouldn’t hurt him

But one night he’s so tired, he’s exhausted, training to be an emt is hard and he misses Robin because she’s at school and yeah, they talk every day but it’s not the same as when he could spend all day side by side with her (she misses him too and never misses their scheduled phone call time (at least an hour long) because I love their codependency and they’re definitely like those bonded kittens that you have to adopt both together)

But he’s so tired that he forgets his coat on the arm of the couch

He sleeps in late and Eddie, up early because he was so excited planning a new campaign that he never actually went to sleep, sees this beautiful, soft, furry looking coat. And part of him wants to just bury his face in it, because he knows it’ll smell like Steve and also he has lots of impulses about touching things that are soft, but something tells him not to. So he smooths it out where it’s a little wrinkled, but leaves it right where Steve left it

When Steve wakes up to a note from eddie saying he went to the store and will be back soon, and finds his pelt still there, right where he left it but neater now, he panics a little. Except. Eddie could have taken it, he’s taken other clothing (borrowed - technically, sort of, he doesn’t really give it back so much as Steve takes it back knowing full well he’ll borrow other stuff soon enough) but he left it there.

So he tests him again. And again. I read a story I forget where (probably here) about a Selkie leaving her pelt on a chair over and over before demanding in tears why the other woman won’t take it and keep her and that’s exactly the angst I want for them. He demands to know why Eddie won’t keep him, what isn’t good enough

And like that other story (folktale?) Eddie says he doesn’t want to keep Steve, he wants him to stay on his own accord, his own choice

And then the pelt goes into the closet, not a safe, because it’s Steve’s choice and he can go (but why would he want to?)

(Eddie does end up burying his face in the pelt at one point, it smells like Steve and the ocean (ignore that there’s no oceans nearby there’s a lake it’s fine) and it’s soft, but he still prefers to bury his face in Steve’s chest)

KAT I AM SO SORRY I MISSED THIS LAST WEEK! your brain is cooking up the most incredible, well-thought out, creative AU's and I'm sorry but you're gonna have to write at LEAST one of them?! like how does your brain DO THIS?!

#asks #seriously this is incredible and I have never read anything like this before!#mythology AUs my beloved!#kat you deserve your own tag so this is it

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my-writings-and-musings · 1 year

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Hello!! Um, if it’s okay, could I ask for a RB Chase x reader? I’ve been drowning in college assignments lately and I barely have time to rest/eat :(( It’d be nice if it included some comforting <3

I hope this was okay, have a good day/night :> 🫶

I know that experience well, anon, so have this and good luck on your assignments!!

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The light of your desk lamp was nearly blinding at maximum brightness, but you didn't dare turn it down, and even made a point to keep it right over your notes for the most pronounced effect. For all the pain it caused your eyes, it was well worth it to stay awake. You didn't dare drift off with so much more to do...

Alone in the bunker for privacy, you occasionally paused to check the time and found it increasingly disheartening, the late evening turning to early morning with so little progress to show for it. Between assignments that were presently due and studying for those that would be due layer, you weren't sure you'd ever be finished with your work. Your primary comfort was in knowing that you'd be able to sleep once it was done, and even if you only got a few minutes before you were needed for something else, you considered that more than enough. Just imagining closing your eyes for fifteen minutes sounded like heaven.

Between the exhaustion and your focus, you were very easily snuck up on, even by someone over fifteen feet tall who made no attempt to actually sneak.

"Y/N? Why are you-?"

Jumping like a startled cat and sending multiple papers flying, you turned to find Chase behind you, servos up in a disarming gesture. Letting out a sigh of relief, you felt your blood pressure drop as you sat back down. Your exhaustion must have made you jumpier than expected, as surprises from the bots had never frightened you so intently before.

"Apologies. My intent was not to frighten you." Chase said with as much sincere guilt as his monotone could carry. Feeling guilty yourself, you massaged your tired eyes to try and meet his gaze without looking like a sleepless zombie, almost able to feel the bags forming beneath them.

"It's not you, Chase, I'm sorry I jumped." you replied as he kneeled down to speak at a more even level. Looking into his optics brought you a significant amount of comfort, which almost made you feel worse about how little time you had for this conversation. There was nothing you wanted more than to just relax and converse with the mech you loved, but you simply didn't have enough energy to split between him and all the work you still needed to get done. It didn't help that your traitorous brain was reminding you of how comfy it was in his arms...

"You appear... exhausted." he said plainly, hesitating before he settled on his usual bluntness. You'd have smiled if your body wasn't struggling just to sit up.

"I've got a lot of assignments to get done, so I've been pushing my bedtime back a bit." you explained, trying to play down your exhaustion while steering the conversation in a way that would allow you to politely get back to work. It was far too tempting to just forget everything and chat with the assignments being so incredibly boring, and with his presence being so wonderfully calming... you had to pinch yourself just to keep your head from dipping under its own weight. You must have been less convincing than you thought, because even Chase had to slightly lift a brow at your obvious underselling.

"It is three eleven AM, that is more than could reasonably be defined as a "bit", by any acceptable definition." he countered, gentle but firm in his refusal to back down. You wilted a little at how quickly you were seen through, but your dedication to your work refused to allow you a chance to surrender. There was a part of you that just didn't like being helped.

"Well... yeah." you conceded as your fried brain scrambled to think of what you could say. Of course Chase was worried, it was in his nature to fret, but you were determined not to admit you needed any kind of help when you were so confident no one else in your position would have needed it. Not meeting his gaze, you tried to smile in a manner you hoped would read as reassuring. "I'll get some sleep once this is done, I promise."

Chase bent down a little lower, getting more on your level and not bothering to hide he was looking you over. "You appear to need it most urgently right now." he said in summation, pushing you into more arguing even as a growing urge within you wanted nothing more than to submit.

"Fair enough, but I just don't have the time. If any of these assignments are late-"

"Can you not request an extension on the deadline?" he interrupted, concern growing more evident as you leaned against your desk to stay upright. He hovered a hand by your side, and you took it instinctively for support, an act you immediately regretted once you felt the warmth of his armor against you. There was nothing you wanted more than to lean into him and let his considerable strength support you...

"I... I wouldn't want..." you couldn't even manage a rebuttal through the fog in your mind, and worse still, you didn't even have the energy to be upset about it any longer. The pages of notes and the spread of open books on your desk turned to a blur as you held on to the cruiser's arm, head resting against him as your eyelids grew heavier than stone.

"Could it be requested on your behalf?" he pressed further, offering his other hand to tilt up your chin. Like a cat, your neck went limp and you allowed him to support the weight of your head, your tired eyes meeting his optics as you managed a single word.

"Maybe?"

Softening his gaze, Chase let out a tiny sigh, speaking with a level of inflection that more fully conveyed his concern. "You need sleep, Y/N."

"Probably..." you conceded at long last, worn down more by his efforts in five minutes than you'd been by hours of your body demanding what it needed. There was no denying you'd pushed yourself to your limit, but you just couldn't bring yourself to go any further with his presence being so comfortable and your desk being so hard and unwelcoming. You thought fondly of the time you'd fallen asleep in his backseat during a long drive, and how safe you'd felt and how deeply you'd slept... There was nothing you wanted more.

"Definitely." he said to finish the argument. You actually helped him pull you to your feet, but when your tired legs wobbled under your weight he simply scooped you up and pulled you to his chassis, flicking off your lamp with remarkable dexterity. Being cradled in his arms drew a sigh of absolute relief past your lips, and it was almost impossible to stay awake as you felt his warm embrace all around you. Chase moved away from your little workstation and moved quietly through the bunker, his voice a distant but pleasant echo that barely reached you. "I cannot access your bedroom, but the couch has blankets and pillows."

You felt the plush fabric of the couch meet your body like a cloud, and when you instinctively reached to tuck yourself in the cruiser beat You to it, delicately pulling a blanket over your body before he slipped a pillow under your head. A final burst of stubborn independence compelled you to assure him the extra effort was unnecessary. "You don't have to do this, Chase."

"I know." he confirmed softly. There wasn't enough in you to reply, but before the bliss of long overdue sleep took you away you were aware of being tucked in and the blurry image of a rare smile, his words reminding you there was nothing you needed to face on your own.

"But I want to."

#transformers #maccadam #tf #rescue bots #tfrb #rb #chase #chase x reader #x reader #transformers x reader #human reader #self insert

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ryethebrokengae · 8 months

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Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x College student reader[Head Cannon]

CW: Early-mid twenties American reader. Gender neutral, although all my writing is intended for trans masc nonbinary people. Explicitly romantic relationships, minor mention of NSFW activities.

§ At first Soap doesn't notice the lessened frequency of your texts while he's deployed. Nor does he notice how you start responding to his texts in the middle of the night.

§ Because of the stress of the first weeks of school you completely blank on reminding him you started classes again.

§ Our pretty boy Soap is so so smart, but so so stupid as we know (and love). And for the first week or two he forgets to do the time zone math and doesn't realize you've mainly been texting him in the early hours of the morning.

§ But when he does finally realize you better bet your pretty ass he's calling you to ask about it.

§ His worry only increasing when you don't answer his calls.

§ Until you finally respond, expect texts and missed calls from him during any and all free time he has between missions.

§ When you finally do text him back he's calling you immediately. "Bonnie what on earth is going on? Why haven't you been answering me?"

§ You'd sigh out a laugh, suddenly remembering that you forgot to tell him.

§ Once you explain that it's just school tiring you out and you've been up late studying these past two weeks he calms down slightly. Although still worried about your well being.

§ I feel like Soap is the kinda boyfriend to try and set up automatic alarms/reminders for you to eat and drink something. But after asking Gaz to help and spending 3 hours trying to figure it out. He settles for just texting you when he can, to drink water and eat something nutritious.

§ On the weekends when he's free he'd face time you and force you to take a break from studying. Him knowing you're probably pushing yourself to try and keep up with the classes.

§ And on said face times he makes sure to keep your mind off your classes and studies to the best of his extent. [Even if that means getting a lil' spicy]

§ When he's finally on leave he'd get home to find you sprawled out on the floor with notes all around you and your laptop open to one of your textbooks.

§ His heart would just break seeing you so stressed and over worked

§ He'd definitely frown and step over all your notes carefully so he doesn't mess them up and hover over you until you open your eyes to see him.

§ Once you do you'd be so excited. You'd give him an exhausted grin and make grabby hands at him, having missed him so.

§ The comfort of finally having your sweet boyfriend back home during all the stress of classes is just what you needed.

§ Soap would chuckle and, having already dropped his bags by the front door, heave you up into his arms and walk you both into the bedroom. Before flopping back on the bed with you on top of him.

§ He'd have you forcefully(not really, you love it) glued to his side for at least the next week. When you don't have classes of course. As much as he would love to keep you all to himself he knows it would just up the amount of stress with you having to make up so much work.

§ If you had to go to campus for your classes he'd go with you and read a book or sketch something while sitting outside your classrooms for you. Knowing just his presence in the same building as you would help with your stress levels.

§ I'm not gonna get too into it, but we all know at least a few of your peers would hit on Johnny. He'd easily brush them off though. Ignoring them in favor of either wrapping his arms around you when you come out of class, or taking your backpack for you.

A/N: I hope to eventually do this same concept for Ghost, John, and Gaz but this is what you get for now. I think next I'll do a head cannon of one of our 141 boys with a chronic pain/autistic reader who's also in school.

Anyway, I'll do my best to keep posting. As I'm sure you can guess I just started classes again so I'm super tired and stressed. I'll see y'all next time though. Hope you enjoy it!

#johnny mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soap mactavish #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #soap cod #johnny soap mactavish #soap MacTavish x reader

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He's Bad, She's Worse

tmr gally x female manipulator!reader

you get between gally and some bullies.

warnings: canon typical violence, gaslighting, bullying, injury, mean!reader, protective!gally, illusions to sex / nsfw talk

A/N: peace and love to the grumpy x sunshine gally fans but i could make him worse • none of the toxicity is between gally & reader, it'll make sense when you read it • i cannot take 'shuck' and 'slinthead' seriously i refuse to write it

word count: ~1.5k

all characters & reader are 18+

you dragged yourself out of the woods, exhausted. harvest had been great today and would feed everyone in the glade for a while but god was tiring.

having done enough to leave early, you'd taken off to the trees to be by yourself for a while. it was nice to relax and recharge by yourself every now and then, without the grading voices of the other track-hoes and gardeners you worked with.

all you wanted was a cold shower and to get back to your hut in peace. you were excited for gally to get back, knowing he wouldn't be home for a few hours after you. you knew where gally's favourite shirt was. you also know how he reacted whenever he saw you in his clothes. needless to say, you may be tired but were looking forward to-

"ah, hell" you groaned.

you saw the late afternoon sun filter through the branches above you. normally this would be a gorgeous sight, one you would want to commit to memory. at the moment you just sighed, having landed flat on your back after distractedly walking in to a low hanging branch.

gally's fault, 100%.

it's not like you had any control over the fact he was so hot you couldn't think straight.

you got up, nursing your split lip and rapidly bruising black eye.

definitely his fault.

you sighed, knowing gally would work himself into a frenzy at the sight of your face- even if you were only in his shirt. he was insanely protective of you. to the rest of the gladers it was concerning how much he cared for you, but you didn't care. you loved it. you adored how much he pampered you and the princess treatment he gave you, showering you in affection any chance he could, not caring what the others thought.

you were just as passionate about him as he was about you, only you were better at reigning it in when you needed to; unlike gally. your boyfriend being the swing-first-ask-questions-later type; all brawn and no brain.

you sighed wistfully. he was perfect.

dusting off your pants, you continued your trek formulating some other plan to ensure a better night with gally than being dragged to the med-jacks.

your scheming continued as you walked until you heard voices coming from near your hut.

odd, considering you'd had gally build it as far away as reasonably possible from the gladers' sleeping quarters. he didn't complain either, considering you both wanted to be away from the other boys- most of which you couldn't stand to be around on a good day.

peeking behind a tree towards your home you felt your breath catch.

gally was on the ground sporting a bloody nose, unable to get up due to the boot to his chest. ansel, the man you now deemed number one on your shit list, on the other end of the shoe, laughing at him. his idiot partner in crime, seth, egging him on.

you were livid. they thought you were a bitch before, they haven't seen a fraction of what you could do.

*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*

gally was pissed. the two runners sneering down at him the cherry on top of the shit day he was already having. after one of his clumsy builders broke gally's hand with a hammer and landed him in the med-jack house for the day; only to be joined later by another builder that had slipped from the roof they were building. saying he was irritated would be an understatement.

all he wanted was to see you and forget about everything and everyone else for a few hours.

getting punched in the face before he entered his own hut definitely derailed that plan by a longshot.

gally shoved ansel's boot off only for him to bring it back harder, pinning gally to the ground. "not so fast."

letting his head fall back, gally sighed through his nose. he was too tired for this.

"what do you want?"

"'what do we want?' are you stupid?" seth asked, notably a safe distance away from gally even from his place under ansel's boot.

"you think i know what you two idiots think about?" he scoffed, clearly offended. gally was probably thr most aggressive person in the glade. he could think of a laundry list of things he'd said or done that pissed people off- and that was just today. in his defence today was a lot.

ansel put more pressure on his leg. "one night in the slammer's not enough for what you did."

oh.

that.

gally's always had an issue with the two runners but it came to a head sometime last month.

he knew normally you ignored any comments and looks sent your ways by the gladers. that it didn't bother you too much either way, even if it bothered the hell out of gally. you could handle yourself well enough and most of the gladers were too scared to actually try anything, too scared of him to make any moves on his girl. but ansel and seth had been starring for far too long and made one too many comments about your chest that day that gally happened to witness.

had you told him not to worry about the comments and just brush them off? yes. multiple times. but did he ever listen? no.

resulting in the two runners in the med-jacks house for two days and gally in the slammer for the night.

not that he cared, to him it was worth it. you were his and he wouldn't let anyone get away with speaking about you like that, despite your protests. in his mind they didn't deserve to even look at you, let alone talk about you. besides, no matter how much you had scolded him afterwards, he knew you loved it if the sex you both had after was anything to go by.

he huffed, grip tightening on the leather against his chest "yeah? then take it up with alby."

"exactly boy," all boys turned towards you hearing the door to your and gally's hut creak open. "take it up with alby."

all three froze and took in the sight of you casually leaning against the doorframe with a drink in your hands.

in only his button up shirt and underwear.

"move it ansel, i prefer my boyfriend unsquashed."

gally's never moved quicker in his life; punching ansel's knee into an unnatural angle and throwing the boy off of him. ansel stayed on the ground he hit hard, hissing as he clutched his now injured knee.

gally was in front of you before you knew it, standing between you and the other gladers. you knew he was pissed that they were seeing you like this but you didn't pay it any mind. in fact you'd snuck around the back of the hut and changed specifically because you knew when gally was possessive he was terrifying, and the only thing worse than a pissed off gally was a pissed off gally between you and trouble. you recalled him once scaring thomas so bad, none of the gladers spoke to you for a week. damn, you missed silence.

gally pulled you from your train of thought as he blocked you from their view, arms crossed in front of him. you wrapped your arms around one of his skull sized biceps, pressing a kiss to it before resting your head against his shoulder. "thank you," you stated, smiling sweetly. "if you three are done with the kiddie fight-"

"hold on!" ansel shouted from his spot on the ground, seth doing his best to help the other runner stand.

gally stiffened under your touch, puffing his chest out further defensively. you stiffled a chuckle into his sleeve. you loved seeing this side of him.

"we're not done with him yet, not by a long shot." seth pointed out.

you shrugged, "okay."

"okay?"

all the were looking at you, gally more confused than the others. he trusted you and knew you well enough to know that you were up to something, he just didn't know what.

"yeah okay." you shrugged again, letting go of gally to rub his back, "whatever you do to him's gonna be nothing compared to alby'll have in store for you two."

"what the hell are you talking about?"

you smirked into gallys shoulder, moving further behind him. "just saying, alby's not gonna be too happy with you considering it was you two who attacked me when i was home alone,"

gally bit his lip to keep from bursting out laughing as ansel and seth's jaws dropped simultaneously.

so that's your angle.

god you were absolutely evil.

gally was in love.

seth was visibly sweating. "what?" he choked, "how- but we didn't touch you!"

"didn't you? i mean i have the black eye to prove it," pointing to your face you smiled sweetly before pressing another kiss to gally's shoulder as he grinned like mad in front of you. you knew he'd fuss over your eye and lip once the others were gone but he assumed if you were alright enough to put on this little show of yours he could wait until you were done to properly take care of you.

"and poor gal here got his nose broken defending me, isn't that right babe?"

he nodded instantly, starring them down "yup," he said popping the 'p.'

ansel and seth stood frozen in place, before seth erupted, almost startling you. you weren't paying attention as he shouted droning on and on about how alby respected them too much and how you were the greenie here and nobody would believe you.

he finally shut up as you sniffed, letting tears fall from your eyes with a pout on your face; gripping gally's sleeves as he instinctively wrapping his arm around your thighs from his place in front of you.

"ha!" ansel was chuckling now, "you know we're right."

he might've been laughing but now you were cackling, wiping the tears off your face. "are you though?" you smiled, "see, it's that easy." you remarked, voice saccharine sweet. even gally was stunned, what had been instant adrenaline at your distress leaving his body at the sound of your laugh as he processed your crocodile tears.

all three stood shell shocked, the two runners debating their chances. on the one hand you could be full of it, even if it was a good performance. and even with ansel's injured knee the two of them could still fight. on the other hand they were scared to see if you could fight and knew full well gally wouldn't hesitate to actually kill someone when it came to you.

you took a sip of your drink, enjoying the tense silence knowing you were the cause of it. you could practically see the gears turning in their heads. it was short lived enthusiasm as your lip pulsed painfully under the cup brim reminding you of not only your injuries, but your exhaustion.

you stood up on your tip toes, pressing a quick kiss to gally's cheek that he still had to lean down for you to reach, which he did instinctively. turning back to the door, you informed the three "as fun as this was, i'm tired so beat it or gally and i flip a coin to see who gets to scratch your names off the wall."

you weren't even all the way through the door before gally was picking you up by the waist to the sound of rapid footsteps running away from your hut.

#tmr gally #tmr gally x reader #tmr gally imagines #tmr x reader #the maze runner gally #the maze runner gally x reader #tmr imagines #maze runner imagines #my own writing

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