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your-averagewriter · 3 days

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Lipstick kisses.

Summary: At the wrap party, Cooper and (y/n) get closer and closer before (y/n) leaves him with some lipstick marks as a reminder and a promise for later (pre apocalypse!Cooper Howard x fem!reader).

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: kissing, sexual references

“Right here in the vaults is where you can live, so get your spot now before they run out and you can be as happy as us.” I say, looking into the camera, wearing a Vault-Tec suit that is molded to my body. Cooper’s arm is wrapped around my waist as we wear matching smiles, playing husband and wife for one of the new ads. They’re cheesy but they pay well and afford me a spot in one of the vaults which I wouldn’t be able to pay for myself.

“She’s right.” He places a well-planned kiss on my cheek. “It’s as easy as pie.” Cooper says, winking and dipping his finger in the apple pie they left for the shoot. “These walls allow us to stay safe and live the all-American lifestyle, they keep out the radiation and the Reds.” He says into the camera and it finishes filming.

“That’s a wrap.” Someone from behind the camera says.

“Great, are we done then?” I ask and everyone disperses, including Cooper and me.

“Wrap party.” Someone pats me on the shoulder, I turn around and it’s Cooper.

“Wrap party? We’ve only filmed a few ads, it’s not like we filmed a movie.”

“Damn feels like it sometimes with all the takes.” I chuckle.

“So where’s the party?”

“My house starts at 8:00, most people won’t turn up until past 8:30 - you know how parties go.”

“Well, I’ll see you later then.” I say with a small smile before walking away to get into my usual clothes and head home before going to Coop’s party.

Getting home, I lay out my outfit, picking out a long red dress that is form-fitting and pack a little black handbag with my matching lipstick, a box of cigarettes, a lighter, keys and phone. Double-checking my makeup in the mirror, I slip on my heels before leaving and driving to Cooper’s house.

There’s a crash on one of the roads so the traffic is awful as I try to get to the wrap party but I end up getting there quite a bit later than expected - definitely past 8:30. Finally I pull up, having to park down the hill a little due to all the good car spaces already being taken.

It’s a short walk to get to his house, when I go to knock on the door, it’s already open and I can hear the music vibrating throughout the house.

I navigate my way through the people, talking to some as they greet me - being one of the main actors in the advertiser means my name is plastered on the billboards. I find the kitchen easily despite the people crowding it and pour myself a drink in the tacky red cups.

I busy myself with the drink, trying to ignore the eyes on my figure, noticing that I didn’t understand the dress code, ending up in a much fancier outfit than anyone else. Tiring of the loud noise and not seeing anyone I truly knew, I head outside, walking over to one of the benches, facing away from the building and towards the pool and pulling out my cigarette pack and lighter. I place a cigarette in between my lips and try to light it but my lighter doesn’t work.

I flick the lighter again and again.

“Hey darlin’, need some help?” I turn around to face Cooper with his lighter in hand. Looking up at him, he lights the cigarette for me.

“Thanks.” He sits down on the bench next to me.

“Not enjoying the party, sweetheart?”

“I don’t really know anyone here. They’re all on the business side of things and they seem to know me, it freaks me out.” I chuckle, taking a drag from the cigarette.

“Well, at least you look the part.” He grins. “You look stunnin’.”

“Thank you, I feel like I stick out.”

“You always stick out ‘cause you’re so pretty.”

“Not what I meant.” I chuckle as he takes the cigarette from my hand, lingering a second longer, his eyes on mine before lifting it up to his mouth and taking a long drag.

“Oh, I know exactly what you meant and I still think it’s a good thing. Don’t know how I didn’t see you sooner with this little get-up.”

I look him up and down, looking at the suit he’s wearing. “Since when did you wear suits?” I take another hit.

“Since I got a reputation.”

“I like you better with your cowboy attire.” I show a slightly dopey smile, maybe slightly influenced by the drinks I had earlier…

“Me too, darlin’, me too.” He laughs, taking a sip of a glass of whiskey he brought out with him. “I’ll wear the cowboy hat for you next time. Maybe we could have a party for two, dinner maybe.”

“Are you asking me out for dinner?”

“I’m asking you in for dinner. I make a mean spaghetti bolognese.” He wears a small grin on his face. “So what do you say?”

“That sounds nice. I like pasta. And you, of course.” I say, turning to properly face him, blowing a ring of smoke towards him with a smile

“Well, that’s good because I like you quite a bit.” He leans forward slightly, matching my smile, and moving forward slightly.

“Cooper, (y/n)! I hope I’m not interrupting.” Sebastian walks over, sitting down on the bench opposite the both of us.

“‘Course not.” I say, quickly pulling away with a slightly flustered look.

“You were interrupting actually, Sebastian. I was just about to kiss this pretty lady.” Both the men laugh while I sit there looking mildly embarrassed.

“Well then, I’ll be on my way. Hopefully I’ll see you later on, if you two don’t get too carried away that is.” He jokes, laughing.

“So embarrassing.” I mumble, head in hands once Sebastian leaves.

“I was just being honest, sweetheart. Now, where were we?” I look back up at him.

He pushes his lips against mine gently as I reciprocate, matching the delicate nature - almost as if he thinks I'll break. After a few seconds I pull away and can't help but chuckle as I look at his face.

“What? What is it?” He asks with a small grin.

“Nothing.” I decide not to tell him about the lipstick smudged on his lips. “Sorry.” I chuckle.

“C’mere, you.” He says, arm around my waist to pull me closer to him, a smirk on his face before he presses his lips against mine again.

I wrap my arms around his neck, resting them as we pull each other closer. I pull back to press a few kisses to his jaw, relishing the little lipstick kisses that are left behind.

“You're a little minx, you are.” He mumbles, I smile softly against his skin, continuing before making my way back to his lips.

I feel one of his hands travel up my thigh, his rough hands against the smooth skin exposed by the slit in my dress. He caresses the skin gently, rubbing little circles.

I play with his hair, my arms still resting over his shoulders gives me access to the back of his head also allowing me to pull him closer.

I feel his fingers reach under the slit of my dress and I pull back to reach for the hand with a conflicted smile.

“Cooper.” I say almost like a warning. “We're at your party and in your garden.”

“I don't mind.” He shrugs with a dopey smile.

“I mind.” I say, “Besides, people will be looking for you.” I stand up, holding his hand and leading him to stand as well. “C’mon.”

“Fine.” He huffs, worried he's missing out as he walks back into his house.

I lean over until my mouth is just by his ear.

“Y'know, if you wanted I could stay back a little later?” I whisper but it’s barely a question as I already know the answer, pulling back with a teasing smile before walking away again, leaving him with the lipstick marks as I find a bathroom to reapply my lipstick with a knowing smile.

Re-joining the party, I try to socialise with some other people but I make sure to keep an eye on Cooper talking to people trying to hide their hushed chuckles. Finally, I watch someone break the news to him as he walks over to one of the mirrors in his house, turning his face to examine the damage before he looks over at him. I send a small smile, feigning innocence as he shakes his head.

“Little minx.” He mumbles with a small grin.

AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!

I'm actually in love with Cooper, I swear (Ghoul form and not)

If you want a part two to this fic then let me know (I don't write smut though)!

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adventuringblind · 9 months

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Drive Forever With You

Chapter one: A new dad and an awkward Max

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader

Genre: this will be a series that includes everything, please read the warnings for details.

Summary: reader has been used by her father for many things, resulting in some interesting quirks. When her father ends up under house arrest, she finds herself tangled in a world of fast cars, love, and inhuman abilities.

Chapter summary: mainly some background and reader getting to meet Max.

Warnings: This chapter includes multiple forms of abuse, neglect, medical neglect, and mistreatment, the American government being not the brightest. Mentions of murder, description of injuries.

Notes: I’m super excited so share this with you all! It’s been a long process of fully forming this idea. I was also a bit nervous to pose something with Polyamory. I got kind of sad with the lack of it out there and wanted to incorporate something including it. It’s not something I get to explore very often. I’m in a closed relationship so things like this makes it a fun way to explore this side of myself and give you something to enjoy also.

Masterlist

She didn’t know what to expect that day. Then again, she doesn’t know what expect ever. Her father the epitome of unpredictable. The days repeated like a record with a scratch in it. She knew what was coming and he simultaneously knew nothing at all.

Her room is cold this morning. The leaves are falling from the branches of trees around the secluded warehouse. Her father said it was to keep her safe. She just went with it, opting not to argue with him.

She turned fifteen a week ago. She’d asked if she could see some of the places she reads about online. She got a stern no and sharp warning befor being sent to her room.

Alone again.

Her father had been busy lately. Barely having time to help her when her body and mind were struggling to keep up with her abilities. It’s a mess of things she can do. Things that are inhuman. Why she’s cooped up and secluded.

She’d been quiet when sneaking out. Her birthday filling her with a confident spirit. She wanted out, so out she went. She just walked for some unknown amount of time.

It didn’t take her long before she found the road. She’d been here a few time, but never further.

Then she crossed. Trekking her way to the lights in the distance.

Then a car. A car with red and blue lights flashing. She had to cover her eyes from his bright they were.

A tall man. He was so nice. Not like how her father said everyone was.

She was sad when he brought her back to the start of the property.

“Do I have to go back?” She had asked, innocent and naïve.

The nice man had promised to come check in her soon, and now, a week later, she saw the flashing lights from the window of her room.

She didn’t understand what was happening. Why her father couldn’t leave the house anymore. Why she was being taken away.

She was thankful the nice man was back. He said that the warehouse wasn’t safe for her anymore. He said she was going to be safe now.

Again she was confused because wasn’t she already safe here?

The Haas F1 team had been using the research and innovative engineering from an American source. A source that has now been placed under house arrest and would not be allowed to distribute his work.

Guenther Steiner had always thought something weird was going on in that warehouse. The little girl who’d practically jumped at everything had found a soft spot in his heart.

When he heard about what happened, he knew he couldn’t just let her go to some group home. The kid is far to bright and sheltered for that.

He began calling around to see if anyone he worked with would consider taking her. He was beginning to run out of ideas as everyone involved with the sport was to busy.

Then it dawned on him: Sebastian.

Guenther had taken her in until Sebastian was able to fly to America and do paperwork. The German had nit hesitated to say yes when he heard what she’d most likely been through.

His wife had also agreed to the idea. Knowing her husband to be extremely gently and kind, she figured this girl might be in need of someone like that.

When he arrived at the Haas headquarters, he found Gene being told every part of the F1 car by a child. Sebastian laughed at his pained expression from listening to her then go onto data points about his car.

Guenther lifter his head at the sound and walked to greet the German. “Hello Sebastian, how are you?”

“Amazing actually, I just signed a contract with Ferrari.” They spent a moment catching up before Guenther called the girl over.

“This is y/n.”

She was relatively thin, like she hadn’t had proper nutrition. “Hello y/n, I’m Sebastian. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Sebastian smiled warmly

She nodded her head at him, her eyes down cast to the floor. She’d never been allowed to speak to strangers. She knew Guenther but her father had said he was fine. This man was unknown.

“Why don’t you go find Kevin and Romain. I believe they were doing some simulator work today.” Her eyes lit up at the suggestion. They let her try out the simulator and now she couldn’t get enough. Guenther looks back to the German. “They should be here soon with all the official paperwork. Then she’s all yours.”

They walked to one of the conference rooms. Guenther sits at the end of the long table while Sebastian takes the seat next to him.

“What her story? She looked terrified of me.” Sebastian questions. He sets his head into his palm.

“I don’t know much of it. She’s intelligent but hardly talks. She talks to me because I worked with her father for years.”

Sebastian hums in understanding. He lets his thoughts wander as they wait for the officials to show up.

It took longer then he thought. He’d forgotten it was more then just paperwork. His wife and newborn flew out to meet him for some court proceedings. Then they signed more papers.

It was a long week and he was so glad they had a break between races.

During this time, he tried to get to know y/n a bit better. He was cautious and gentle around her. He made sure she was comfortable in a space before he started talking to her.

She was getting comfortable with him.

They quickly became attached at the hip when they flew back to Germany. She was amazed at everything she saw. It was stranger to him and Hanna to see a fifteen-year-old getting excited over mundane things.

She was still struggling to talk, but he could tell she was trying. Her voice often came out raspy. Like she hadn’t used it very much.

She spent a month with Hanna while Sebastian was away racing and periodically coming home to check on them when he could. Hanna loved having an extra pair of hands around and getting to teach basic things like cooking and good eating habits.

A foreign concept to the girl.

She was completely obsessed with Sebastian’s work. Sitting herself down to watch him every time he got in the car. She could explain every piece of the engine and how it worked. She loved talking about the physics and balance behind it all. It made Sebastian so happy to hear her over the phone after a race congratulating him no matter the result.

They spent the off season at home. Taking their little family on adventures to places around Germany. Life was bliss for the teen.

Only- it was bliss when she was awake.

Dreams plagued her mind of the horrors that went on back at her fathers warehouse. The constant whirring of machines she was forced to endure. She didn’t even know what half of them did.

She remembered how ruthless he was. Often closing her eyes just to be met with the sight of him dragging a body to the hole he had her dig.

But her father kept her safe. This house seemed safe but she was still on guard. She refused to tell them about what she was capable of. What her father had spent so much time and effort making her for.

Sebastian and Hanna both knew something was wrong. She had barely moved all day. Her nose was constantly bleeding. It was scarring the two.

Sebastian taps her shoulder as she stares blank faced at the wall in the living room. “Can you help me with something?”

She nods her head. Scared to argue and more scared to say she was on the verge of losing her grip on her abilities.

Sebastian led them out to the garage. He’d let her tinker with different engine pieces of old cars he could get his hands in. It was someth the two did together in his spare time as well.

He started pulling out tools. Humming to create a peaceful atmosphere between them.

When he turned to look at the girl, she was gripping the workbench so hard her knuckles were turning white. Her breathing was far to heavy and her head was pounding. Crimson leaked from her nose and ears, painting the her face. Sebastian grabbed her and slowly lowered them down to the floor together.

Then all hell broke loose.

Everything she had been suppressing came rushing forward. Visions of things not yet happened, white hot energy that moved around them. Every ache and pain Sebastian might of had was now gone.

It hurt her. She wailed as her body became a vessel for whatever this power wanted.

Sebastian just held her. The contact making him feel like he was going to burn himself in her skin. But he didn’t care, she needed him right now.

When it died down, she collapsed into Sebastian’s hold. Sweat and tears soaking every inch of her. She was still sobbing. “I’m sorry” being chanted from her lips.

Sebastian just soothed her. Doing so the same way he’d learned to soothe her from nightmares.

Sebastian and Hanna got her cleaned up and into bed. Her energy was sapped from the event.

The two now sit at the table. They share confused and concerned glances.

“Was it a seizure?”

Sebastian would love to think that. “No, there was more going on around her for it to be a seizure.”

They tried to come up with every logical possibility, but nothing could make sense of the state of their garage. How Sebastian had felt the best he’d ever felt since his teenage years.

She started to open up more after that. Slowly started to let Sebastian in. Her weird inhuman quirks that she’d been give through the work of her father.

He’d wanted something specific but her body hadn’t managed to make it happen.

First came the technopathic abilities.

After that was the telekinesis.

Then the visions.

Then the healing.

They were close with the last one. But healing a dead person doesn’t ring them back to life. That was what her father wanted,

He blamed her for the death of her mother. Now it was her responsibility to bring her back.

She sobbed as she admitted that to Sebastian one night.

Sebastian became intrigued by her. He let her use her abilities on small things. Letting her get in some practice and release some of the stored energy. It helped her not feel like she was going to explode from the inside out. The two forming a close bond through it.

Hanna had been skeptical about letting her travel with Sebastian. She and the girl had also grown close. Possibly even letting her maternal instincts in screaming that she should be protected.

She relented, though. The teen had been cooped up for fifteen years. It would be good for her to experience some new things.

The Ferrari garage became accustomed to her quickly. She loved watching the screens. Loved pointing out things the engineers had missed.

Sebastian had her check on his car occasionally. Usually, it was just a once over, and she would find everything the mechanics missed.

They welcomed it, though. They weren't annoyed, and they weren't using her. It was a foreign concept.

Seb had noticed her want to be around the cars as much as possible. As such, he tried to go out to Karting tracks when they found the time.

Turns out she's a natural. Though she blames on the face, she's gotten control over her visions, which makes it so she can both adapt and predict on the fly.

The downside of it all is her lack of friends. She'd barely talked to anyone her age. Well- she barely talked at all, but that's not the point.

There was one person on the grid who was even remotely close to her age.

Max Verstappen.

He was in his rookie season. A measly seventeen years old. Constantly teased and misunderstood.

He couldn't go to parties yet because he isn't an adult. So he spent nights curled away in his hotel room, praying his dad would leave him alone.

Until he ran into her. Litterally ran into her.

He'd been jogging around the paddock. The cool morning air gave him the perfect morning warm-up. He'd been stupid, though, and not checked his shoes in a moment. They were untied.

One minute, he was running to the beat of his music, and the next, there was a body underneath him.

Another teenager walking around the paddock before the public arrived? This was new to him. Who was she?

He scrambled back onto his feet. His hand reached out to help her up. A she took gently. Letting him pull her back up to her feet.

She'd cut her elbow when she hit the ground. The sting was nothing to her, but Max was horrified. He was to awkward for this.

"I'm so sorry - I wasn't paying attention, and my shoes were just tied, I swear -" He stutters out. "Can I get you a bandage or something?" He tries to smile, but it just becomes an awkward smirk.

She wasn't saying anything. Maybe she didn't talk.

He heaved a sigh of relief when Seb came around the corner. "You run far too fast." He panting and feigning exhaustion. Then he spots Max and smiles warmly. "Ah, I see you two finally met! y/n this is Max, the youngest driver on the grid."

The girl nods up at Seb and sticks her hand out to shake Max's. Something he taught her to do before she started traveling with people.

Introduction = handshake.

Max noted the way she seemed a but awkward, which ironically made him feel less so. Her arm is stiff, and her motions feel almost robotic.

"I was going to take her to my garage to get her a band-aid."

"Great idea!" Seb places a hand on her shoulder and pulls a little notebook out of his pocket. "Her voice isn't working that well today, if need be she'll write answers down."

It clicked in place for Max now. His mouth going a tad wide as he finally understood.

Seb turns to her completely, hands her the notebook, and whispers in her ear.

She shakes her head at him, and he smiles reassuringly. Then the two are off.

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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Maybe Xavier with a reader who bakes/cooks really well

Ignore this if you'd like

A/n: Slight projection on Xavier’s part as I am guilty of not keeping myself feed whilst doing stuff.

Xavier tends to forget to keep himself well fed when preoccupied by his artistic outlets down by the shed he had yet to step out of since earlier that afternoon as soon as school had finished.

Worried, you decided to put your culinary skills to work by utilising Nevermore’s kitchens and making a plethora of sweet treats, including some of his favourites, such as; white Chocolate chip and raspberry infused cookies, apricot shortbread bars, mini blueberry muffins, small portions of lemon cakes, Blackberry & Almond buckle.

All of which you had safely stored in tupperware boxes after they had cooled down and then placed in a bag that you kept on hand for when you baked an excessive amount for your own two arms to carry on their own. Plus you didn’t want to walk through the woods in the pitch black of night where you could potentially trip over an upturned root and ruin all your hard work on the basis that you weren’t spatially aware of your surroundings.

So when you made it safely to the shed, having not bothered to inform Xavier of your surprise visit, you knocked in a specific pattern that you had made prior to when you and Xavier had started to become close to signify to him that it was just you and not some teacher on night parole.

“I thought you would be asleep by now.” Xavier said as he lead you inside the shed, closing the door behind you though not before checking the perimeter first for certainty that you weren’t followed. “And here I thought you would’ve kept to your promise about keeping yourself fed whilst you were cooped up in here but I guess we’re both mistaken.” You retorted, arms crossed over your chest as you stared at him disapprovingly.

Xavier grimaced as he rubbed the back of his head, knowing that he had forgot to do something but lately he has found himself on an creative high that he completely ignored the fact that he has a stomach to satisfy. “Did you…by chance…” Xavier trails off, his eyes seemingly too shy to meet your own as a small smile crept on his face, making it extremely hard for you to stay mad at him.

“Yes”, you sigh but a smile broke out on your lips when Xavier dove for the bag and took it to his desk where he carefully pulled out the tupperware boxes. Opening the one containing the white chocolate and raspberry infused cookies, taking one out as he took a bite and heaved a heavenly sigh as he closed his eyes at the textures attacking his tastebuds. “God I fucking love your baking sweetheart.” He says, reaching over to press a kiss to your lips where you could taste the white chocolate and raspberry on them.

“I swear you do this just to get free treats out of me.” You said between bites of your blackberry and almond buckle. “Or maybe I just need an excuse to see you?” Xavier attempts to sweeten you up but is met with a scoff. “Don’t start flattering me, Thorpe because it’s not going to excuse you from the fact that you haven’t eaten all afternoon.” You replied, watching as the hopeful look in his green eyes were dashed to bits.

He was acting like a kicked puppy dog and you hated the internal struggle you were having about whether or not you should smother him in love or just smother his for making you worry. So instead you came up to hug him tightly, burying your face into his neck as his arms naturally came down to your waist. “Im just trying to look out for you Xavier, I know how you get sometimes and I don’t wanna risk you coming down with something that could’ve been easily avoided. I get that your passionate about your art projects but you can’t complete them if your running on an empty stomach.”

Xavier understood where you were coming from and he hates himself for making you worry but it was moments like this where his insecurities began to fade to the back of his mind as he was reminded of how much you did care about him. Putting him in the forefront of your mind as you made him your delicious treats that he could gorge on forever if he could and making sure that he was taking care of himself both mentally and physically. You were as sweet as your treats that he swore he was getting cavities just by being in your arms.

He presses his head against to top of your own, planting a plethora of kisses there as he held you tighter against him as you both stood in his art studio within the comfort of one another. “I can’t promise that I’ll take better care of myself.” He started, “but I can however promise that I’ll never allow you to worry about me this badly ever again. For I don’t know what I do without you sometimes and I’d rather like to stick around for the long run. If you’ll let me of course.”

You tightened your grip on him, “you fucking dumbass, of course I want you here with me for the long run because,” you pulled away just enough to stare him in the eyes, “who will be my lab rat for when I attempt new recipes?” Xavier deadpans as you laugh at his expression but he doesn’t let you go from his arms. Instead they tightened. “This is your prison now until feel as though you served your sentence for saying that shit.” He said as he waddles with you in his arms. “Good because I don’t plan on escaping anytime soon.” You chirped, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

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ponkwan · 2 years

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⌗ ⸰ ₊⠀ WHEN I’M WITH YOU !

the one where wonwoo asks you to move in with him.

pairing: wonwoo x reader

word count: 1.4k

rating: pg-15

content: fluff, established relationship au, very domestic; ft. medical student!wonwoo

warning/s: light profanity

p.s. this is a repost from another previous blog of mine !

A smile graces his face the second he sees you.

It has become a reflex at this point, especially after a busy and inevitably tiring week; the sight of you standing there outside his door, a gorgeous grin plastered on your mouth, holding what seemed like a rather large lunchbox containing what he assumes are dishes of your cooking, is what Wonwoo can only define as heaven itself.

He immediately grabs your wrist and pulls you in the apartment, closing the door behind you before grabbing the handle of the bag to momentarily place it on the floor so he can do the one thing he’s been thinking about all week.

Hold you damn tight.

“This is nice,” you hum with a teasing tone, embracing him right back as he buries his face against your neck.

“I missed you,” he whispers.

You smile. “Ah, really? From the way you haven’t been answering any of my messages, it doesn’t seem like it.”

He pulls back, an already apologetic expression on his features, though before he can utter an apology out, you place a palm on his cheek and pull his face down for a quick kiss.

“I’m kidding. I know you’re busy because of your exams. That’s why I’m here.” You start picking up your bag.

Wonwoo beats you to it however, getting it himself and gesturing for you to freely walk further inside his apartment.

Your friends and acquaintances always tease you about the fact you’re dating a medical student. They reckon that being in a relationship with one is already a lost case to begin with—you are bound to always compete with his jam-packed schedules as he studies and works hard to become a future medical practitioner.

And though you do understand that what they are claiming are entirely and quite painfully true, that still isn’t a good enough reason for you to love your boyfriend any less, considering that you can also see Wonwoo trying to make time for you and give effort in the relationship despite his tight timetable.

“Sorry for not cleaning up,” he says with a chuckle once you arrive in the kitchen, paper bags and disposable utensils scattered around the counter beside the sink. “I didn’t know you were coming, so I’m a little bit over the place.”

You glance at him and notice how tired his face appears. He’s still handsome nonetheless—even in just his normal home attire that includes a plain shirt and jogging pants, he still ridiculously exerts extreme attractiveness—though at this instance, there are dark circles under his eyes and his complexion seems… seems a little dull, lifeless maybe, and from the looks of his tired stance as well, it’s like he’s been cooped inside his room all day long, doing nothing but reading and writing notes.

“Wonwoo,” you frown, “what did I say when it comes to busy weeks?”

He sighs, aware where the conversation is heading. “I can skip your messages but I can’t skip taking care of myself.”

You manage to smile a little because of how childish it always sounds whenever he says it. “Then have you been doing that? Because honestly, you don’t look like it.”

“I… I’ve been trying,” he sheepishly says.

“Okay.” You unzip the lunch bag as he walks closer to where you are. “That’s progress, at least. I just hope you’re not eating ramyeon every single day because you know how unhealthy that is too.”

“But I love ramyeon. It’s my comfort food.”

“It’s not good for you, babe.”

“I don’t eat it every day,” he defends, stopping behind you and hugging your waist while you continue to unpack what you brought for him, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Just every other night. Seungkwan sometimes stops by to give me home cooked meals, you know.”

“I know. I’m glad he does.”

The both of you don’t speak for a few seconds. Wonwoo just carries on hugging you, slightly swaying you from side to side with perhaps half of his weight on yours.

Eventually, you’re moving from one spot to another inside the kitchen—heating up some rice, heating the food that already went a little cold alongside it, and preparing the plate he’s going to eat on as well—all of that happening with your boyfriend still clinging on you like a koala (which to be frank, you’re not exactly annoyed at).

“Babe,” he abruptly says and you glance at him, pausing in putting some kimchi on a small bowl, “what do you think about moving in with me?”

You raise your eyebrows at the question, your hands freezing. “What?”

“I promise not to be that much of a burden,” he tells you straight off the bat. “I mean, I know I can’t cook for shit, but I can clean. I can wash the dishes and do the laundry and stuff you can’t do when you’re the one who’s busy.”

“Wonwoo—”

“I can still shoulder rent and utility bills too. Or maybe you’d want to chip in, but I wouldn’t mind if—”

“—hey, hey.” You chuckle and place the chopsticks down in order to detach yourself from Wonwoo’s embrace, facing him instead to talk about the topic better. “Are you serious right now? Do you know what you’re asking me?”

“I do,” he replies. “I… I’ve been thinking about it a lot. It’s not just an impulsive thought, I swear.”

“You’ve been thinking about it?”

“Yeah. I just—I just thought it would be better for us. We’d get to see each other more often. Besides, your company building isn’t that far from here too. Even if it was, it wouldn’t matter—I’d drive and fetch you there myself every time if it meant I’d be with you here.”

You’re speechless. Wonwoo’s not really the type to be overly affectionate, honestly speaking, though he isn’t that cold and distant either. He usually knows what the right words to say to get you blushing and your heart to feel full; he likes to buy you meaningful tokens of appreciation at times he feels like it and would agree to do something for you if you asked, regardless of how it might clash with his original plans.

However, you still find yourself being surprised to hear him say those words out loud. It might be because you haven’t been receiving that kind of attention from him in a considerably long time, and so to get them now, it’s like your system is slowly trying to restart and get used to it all over again.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” he says when you fail to answer for the last 10 seconds or so. “I just wanted to suggest it. I think I’m starting to hate being alone in this apartment.”

You snort at his last statement. “You don’t hate being alone, Wonwoo,” you reckon, soon encircling your own arms around his torso, “you just don’t like it when I’m not with you.”

He grins and leans down when you begin reaching for his lips, pressing his mouth on yours for the kiss you’ve been trying to get. “Yeah, you’re right. I absolutely despise not being with you.”

Wonwoo steals a bunch of long kisses for a while, and once the two of you break free to breathe, you give him a final peck before speaking. “Okay. I’ll check my lease and start talking to my landlord about it. Then I’ll move in with you.”

“Wait, seriously? You’re agreeing just like that?”

“Seriously.” You kiss him again, letting go of him afterwards. “Well, we still have to talk about it more, but for the meantime, how about we eat and you tell me what you think about the dishes I cooked for you so that I’ll be more convinced to move in with you instead. What do you think?”

A contagious and warm grin spreads on his face again. “God, why don’t I just propose right now too while we’re at it?”

“Hey,” you slap him on the chest, laughing, “let’s take it slow. We have to get you that medical degree first.”

He mutters a soft, “If you say so,” and pinches your cheek in fondness, maneuvering around you then to get his plate and try some of what you prepared.

Even before the first bite though, he’s sure that it’s going to be delicious. After all, if it’s something to do with you—he’s positive that it’s automatically considered as amazing in his book.

thank you for reading ! feedback is always appreciated ☻

#seventeen #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen drabbles #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo drabbles #jeon wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo imagines #jeon wonwoo drabbles #wonu imagines #wonu x reader #wonu drabbles

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lavampira · 11 days

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15 lines of dialogue

rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an oc, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the oc. bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

tagged by @gwynbleidd @carlosoliveiraa @coldshrugs @redwayfarers @impossible-rat-babies @scionshtola @cherrypikkins ty friends!!

and tagging (with no pressure!) @hythlodaes @birues @hylfystt @creaking-skull @rolangf @aphoticfairy @daggertongue @famewolf @sangrefae @lysehexts @oh-yeah-no @gatheredfates and YOU <3

15 LINES OF D’ALIA LIVEQ

1. D’alia winks. “She likes me better.” cooking an intricate dinner

2. “Mayhap,” D’alia returns, unable this time to stop the laugh that escapes her at the insufferably fond look he gives her. “‘Tis better to endure the cold this way, don’t you think?” lazy kisses in bed

3. “I am scarcely the most injured one between us, and besides, would you prefer to rehash with Rielle on why you so readily throw yourself in harm’s way?” sleep, I’ll keep you safe

4. “You’re doing well by her, Sid. There’s naught to worry about if you simply listen to her.” promises to keep

5. “Should aught happen that you require aid, the members of House Fortemps are trusted friends. Tataru, another ward of the house, will remain here, too. She isn’t the most combat-inclined, but she’s resourceful.” As she trails off, running a hand through her rosy hair, warmth spreads up her neck. “Pray say something before I make more of a fool of myself with my babbling.” promises to keep

6. “Minfilia, you wound me. What must I do to earn your attention before I leave?” your sweet confession

7. “I don’t want to be an obligation. Not to you.” candle in the dark (wip)

8. “Sid, I—” D’alia swallows down the admission on the tip of her tongue as he looks at her in silent question, her heart hammering against her ribcage. After a pause that drags more like a lifetime, she says, “I need you.” candle in the dark (wip)

9. “I can’t,” D’alia cries, a rush of loathing swelling through her chest at the way her voice breaks as much as the wrongness of the deep, hoarse sound of it clawing out of her dry throat. No, not mine. Not mine. “This body, I— I can’t.” steel your heart (wip)

10. “Before aught else, I’m a mage,” she states, folding her arms over her chest. “I do know a thing or two about aether.” burn into the velvet sky (wip)

11. After a sip from her own tankard, she says instead, “You swore to me that I’d see my family again, even when I didn’t think I would. ‘Tis not as dire as that, mayhap, but I want you to know that I’ll make certain you see Ryne again, too.” stay the course (wip)

12. Before she can think better of it, D’alia glides towards her and sinks to her knee before the vanity chair, clasping a hand over the other woman’s still holding that damned brush. “I… need to know that you’ll be safe.” petals for armor (wip)

13. Her vision swims, even as she tries to blink away its blurriness. “But how can you trust me after I nearly—” untitled rahalia au (wip)

14. “Please don’t,” D’alia interrupts, grasping at his forearm before he can turn away from her. She draws in a shaking breath as his palm settles on the back of her hand, thumb gently sweeping over her skin, and she tries again. “Please, Raha. I’ll go mad if I stay cooped up any longer. I just need out of this godsdamned room, even a short while.” untitled rahalia au (wip)

15. “‘Tis rude to sneak up on friends,” D’alia says with a frown. untitled zeralia au (wip)

#this made me realize how little dialogue i write in comparison to prose/internal thoughts. rip.#and also how little i’ve finished my fics for her help me #anyway. she is so grumpy and guilt-ridden and teasing and silly. my babygirl #tag game #oc: d'alia liveq

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kimikitti · 1 year

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"It saddens me that there are very few occasions in which I find appropriate to invite you, old friend. There is nothing I wish for more than to enjoy a bit of time in your presence like we used to so long ago. It's funny really, how quickly time has slipped us by...

Enough about the past, as I'm sure you have more important things to do than read my old ramblings. I have found myself host of a new celebration, one that you'd be most interested in attending. Recently, a new charge has stumbled into my court. A rather peculiar child from worlds unknown who is of a rather unique disposition. Neither this or that, if you understand what I mean. But when has life ever been that simple?

Against the protests of my aides, I find myself rather compelled to accept him into the fold and as such will be hosting a marvelous evening of festivities. If I do recall correctly, you too have a wonderful little heir under your care. I would assume that he is rambunctious and antsy all cooped up in that castle of yours (just as I recall you were at that age). This would be a wonderful learning opportunity for him to see how we in the Spring Meadows truly have a good time.

Who knows, perhaps both of our heirs may start a new cycle just as we did all those years ago.

Forever yours.

Titania"

(Ok, so last post I included a self indulgent sketch for an AU that I have been cooking up where Obi is adopted by the fairy queen. So this is the scene of when Obi (He goes by Oberon in this AU) meets Malleus. I am definitely not coping after chapter 7 don't look at me. )

(I just wanted to draw babies ok? stop looking at my shame. This is so self indulgent. )

(Also I tried to include hints about Oberon's abilities in his design but I would love to draw more of this AU. SO maybe Ill be posting more.)

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #twst #twst malleus #malleus draconia x mc #twst art #twst fan art #fan art #malleus fanart #my art #baby #sketch

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wishluc · 1 year

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HSR made my crush on Himeko worse. Based off a dream I had

Himeko's gentle smile falters. "Go?" Her thumb caresses the back of your hand, "Where to, my darling?"

Your breath hitches; there's something delightful about the way she looks at you, so filled with love—at least, you think it's love. Though these days, her affectionate gaze is accompanied by a dark glint of something you can't quite put your finger on. A tingling sensation erupts wherever her delicate touch strays, and your heart pounds when she whispers the syllables of your name like it is her most treasured secret.

"To Jarilo-VI," you reply, managing to shake yourself out of the trance, "with the others." Her lips curl disapprovingly, and her grasp tightens momentarily, "And why do you want to go?" Her question stills you. Why? Though the words sound as lovely as anything else she says, they're laced with something dangerous, and it feels more like her demanding your answer rather than asking you. "I'm with the Nameless too," you say, "I should be going with them." Himeko's lips quirk up, but instead of filling you with warmth, her beautiful smile sends chills down your spine. Before saying anything, she gestures over to the table she had set up for the two of you, and you sit down in the empty seat. Himeko makes her way to the other, and you can't help but be envious of her. Her every step is purposeful and confident. It's no wonder everyone is so enamoured with her.

But you're the one she smiles at like this, so you should feel lucky, right?

"Coffee?" She doesn't wait for your reply before serving you hot coffee in a dainty cup—from her personal collection, you note—not a ripple breaking the still surface of the dark, aromatic liquid. It'll be too bitter for your tastes, as always, but your complaints will be brushed off with a soft laugh. At the very least, you are now able to finish your cup and stomach the flavor thanks to Himeko's relentless generosity.

"I think three is a good number," You can make out a hint of something unfamiliar in her voice, though she doesn't look bothered at all, nonchalantly pouring herself a cup, "you should relax, and not worry for them. They can take care of themselves."

"I can take care of myself, too."

She puts the pot aside to look at you, "i know."

"And Himeko," your own smile feels weak now, "I've been cooped up in here for ages."

A perfectly poised eyebrow raises, "surely my company isn't that unbearable?"

"No—" Your protest is cut short when you notice how Himeko's eyes twinkle with mirth, as the tension from before almost dissipates, but you can't bring yourself to give up yet, "you know that's not what I meant."

"I know, darling. You seemed a little tense."

You stare into the cup, seeing your own hazy reflection staring back at you, "But you will consider, won't you? About going to Jarilo-VI?"

"Since you're so insistent," she sighs, "I'll arrange something for the the both of us soon. What do you say?" "...Not in Jarilo-VI?" She blinks at you, before chuckling softly, "dear, no. Somewhere else," She tilts her head to the side, as though in silent contemplation, "I don't have anything particular in mind, but I'm sure something will come along."

"So, I'll have to sit this one out?" The bitterness in your voice comes second only to the coffee Himeko drinks, but she doesn't look perturbed at the slightest. "We," she corrects you gently, "will be staying together on the Express."

Himeko reaches over the table to grab your hand before moving it towards her lips, softly kissing it. She looks up at you from underneath her eyelashes, as though gauging your expression.

"You won't be missing out on any fun just because you're staying on board, you know. I'll make sure our time together is just as...exciting."

You take another sip of coffee, ignoring her coy smile.

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waynes-multiverse · 2 years

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Plastic Hearts – Series Masterlist

Pairing: Director!Dean Winchester x Actress!Reader

Series Summary: Los Angeles, 1985. Y/N’s a young actress without any success, hopping from one failed audition to the next until one desperate mistake brings her to her breaking point. Dean Winchester, on the other hand, is a grade A asshole and washed-up director at the end of his career, known for his godawful slasher movies in the 70s and his love for blow, booze, and women. Lost in the toxic Hollywood life, their paths cross when one hopeless little wrestling show changes their trajectory.

Series Warnings: +18!!!, strong language, 80s Hollywood/wrestling AU, mature themes (incl. cheating, miscarriage, abortion, addiction, the casting couch…), sexism/feminism, self-worth issues, dom!director meets sub!actress vibes, humiliation/degradation à la La-La Land, plenty of praise kinks to go ‘round, slow burn, age-gap, one-sided pining, eventual smut but implied throughout, inappropriate jokes & the darkest humor, a lot of wrestling and leotards

A/N: Oh, you guys will hate me for ever creating this series... How do I elevator-pitch this? Dean’s the only cock in a coop full of hens, trying to keep order where chaos reigns. He’s also a sadistic train wreck (*coughs* demon!Dean 😈) and a fucking eccentric genius with a big heart. Convinced yet? Alright... Ooooh, every chapter is also titled after an 80s song and it’s based on the Netflix series GLOW!

So, c’mon, slide into the Impala with me, and let’s take a wild drive on the 101! 😎🤘

Please read the warnings carefully since this series includes a lot of triggering/controversial themes that I will drag through the gutter. Scroll past if it’s not for you. Thank you!

Main Masterlist || Questions?

1. Holding Out For A Hero 2. Livin’ On A Prayer 3. Separate Ways 4. Every Rose Has Its Thorn 5. Welcome To The Jungle 6. Pour Some Sugar On Me 7. Another Brick In The Wall 8. Hot For Teacher 9. Hungry Like The Wolf 10. The Boys Of Summer 11. Glory Days 12. The Warrior 13. Gimme All Your Lovin’ 14. Can’t Fight This Feeling 15. Sweet Child O’ Mine 16. Things Can Only Get Better 17. Voulez-Vous 18. I Hate Myself For Loving You 19. Hit Me With Your Best Shot 20. Don’t You Want Me 21. Rock You Like A Hurricane 22. Girls, Girls, Girls 23. Every Breath You Take – April 27 24. Don’t Dream It’s Over – May 04 25. Dare – May 11

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megumi-fm · 3 months

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this week on megumi.fm ▸ the ankle incident

🏥 guess who twisted their ankle and ended up with a partial ligament tear and restrictions on mobility T-T I went to the doc and he gave me my meds and told me to sit my ass down for the whole month. so all I've been doing lately is throwing tantrums and zooming around the house in my trusty computer chair. it's gotten better oveer the days though, I can't wait until it fully recovers ahhhh :"

📋 Tasks

💻 Internship ↳ read papers on alphafold and it's coverage [3/3]✅ ↳ update tracker and alphafold notes ✅ ↳ complete ppt for lab presentation ✅ ↳ code to determine seq coverage depth of an AF.pdb file ✅ ↳ code to plot a per residue confidence of an AF.pdb file ✅ 🩺Radiomics Project ↳ call with PI to discuss about annotation limitations and radiomic feature selection✅ 📧 Application-related ↳ collected referee report from my profs ✅ ↳ submitted masters application for 1/1 Uni ✅

📅 Daily-s

🛌 consistent sleep [?/7] (i've been going to bed early enough but been in too much pain to actually sleep well) 💧 good water intake [7/7] 👟 exercise [/7] ankle recovery brrr

Fun Stuff this week

💗 my aunt and grandad came to visit! my cousin also showed up a couple days after, we spent a lot of time bickering with each other it was fun 💗 a completely different aunt and their family also came home this week for lunch! 📞 I've been on constant calls with a lot of my friends and talking to them. my besties and I also designed a cute little pinterest board for this story idea we have been discussing together [previous antics with said besties include painting mugs for christmas and getting hazelnut lattes for dinner] 📺 ongoing: Marry my Husband, Cherry Magic Th, Love for Love's Sake 📺 binged: My Man is Cupid, Our Dating Sim, Jun & Jun 📺 rewatch: Semantic Error 📊 on this note I also made a tier ranked list of all the asian tv (excluding anime/ghibli) I have consumed. it was fun xD 📹 This Serotonin Boost>> the leads from Love For Love's Sake being cute and clingy and affectionate with each other

📻 This week's soundtrack

Siren by Kailee Morgue All I really want is you, by the Marías

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[Jan 29 to Feb 4 ; week 5/52 || not the most productive version of myself but given that I'm stuck cooped up in my room all day I've been doing the best I can. one of my uni applications is submitted! few more to go.

also. on a completely different note, Love for Love's Sake is such a good show?? i'm obsessed with the mechanics of the story universe and the cinematography and the narrative structure combined with the characters personalities and the parallels and that there's so much open to interpretation and. yea. it has changed me ]

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powerofelvis · 1 year

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Fire And Desire

Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader

Word Count: 3.1K

Summary: While in Vegas with Elvis, he seems to be more demanding of you to stay inside. However, with your fiery personality, that proves to be much more harder to do. This leads to Elvis taking matters into his own hands.

Warnings: dom!elvis, 68-70's era!elvis, smut, unprotected sex, spanking kink, Elvis being a demanding and bossy little shit, Elvis' temper being shown, reader being disobedient, fluff

A/N: This is a request for my darlin' Christi @ab4eva! Christi, my darling, I hope this is what you asked for. Although he doesn't seem to be as demanding and bossy as he liked, I think that he did a great job with demanding and bossing the reader around a bit. Not to mention, his temper is something to not mess around with. I hope everyone enjoys this fic as well.

prompts.

Elvis was under a tremendous amount of stress, with his upcoming engagement at the Las Vegas Hilton only a few days away. You could admit that you weren’t helping the fact that he was trying to navigate getting his career back on track due to the failure of his acting career. The engagement required the people in his circle to be on their A game and that also included you, being in his corner. However, you were so starstruck by being in Vegas that you could care less about anything else. You wanted to sightsee as much as you could, because once you were back in Memphis, you wouldn’t be able to return again. Elvis had a very short temper and you knew that, but he tended to be a little bit more patient with you.

“Baby, you can’t just roam around Vegas without some protection, ya ought’ ta know that.” Elvis spoke after you asked him if you could go out to see some of the sights, opting out of being stuck at the Hilton. “I’m a big girl, Elvis. I can handle myself.” You wrapped your arms around his waist as he shook his head, huffing at the notion that this was one conversation that would happen more than once. “Now, listen damnit. You’re not going out alone! We ain’t havin’ this conversation again, ya hear?” Elvis gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched as he pushed you down on the bed. This was the first time of the many that he would turn down your idea, forcing you to take matters into your own hands.

While Elvis was away for rehearsals, you were stuck in the penthouse with nothing to do. You tried to keep yourself busy, skimming through magazines and pacing the floor, looking out of the window at the bustling city below. You couldn’t stay still, not wanting to be cooped up in the hotel while Elvis was off having the time of his life. So it was then, that you decided that you would sneak off to have your own fun. You stepped out of the suite, holding your purse in your hands as you made your way to the elevator. You pressed the elevator button, tugging at your dress to ensure that it was in place as you waited for the car to make its way to you. As the doors opened, your heart jumped into your chest at the sight of your father in law, Vernon.

“Where are ya going in such a hurry, girl?” He chuckled, stepping aside to let you into the car. “I’m going down to the casino, I already told Elvis that I would spend some time at the slots.” Lies. Nothing but lies. Vernon watched you intensely, looking for any indication that you were telling the truth before smiling softly in your direction. “Well, make sure you’re careful. You know how Elvis is when you’re not careful.” He chuckled as he stepped off of the elevator, shooting a hand up in a slight wave before the doors closed. You let out a sigh of relief, grateful that Vernon didn’t ask many questions because you weren’t sure if you could have kept up the lie much longer.

The elevator made its way to the lobby floor, your feet picking up briskly as you raced out of the hotel. The breeze from the Vegas weather filled your lungs as you took in a deep breath, reaching into your purse to put a pair of sunglasses over your eyes as you walked down the busy streets. Vegas was much more beautiful than you even realized, your eyes roaming every patron that lined the streets. You had a limited amount of time, knowing that Elvis would be done with rehearsals before the sun fully set. So, you decided that you would do some window shopping while taking in the sights before you would head back to the hotel. While you were out, you didn’t know that Elvis would end rehearsals a bit earlier because he knew how much you wanted to have a few nights to see Vegas in all that it had to offer.

Elvis made his way back up to the penthouse, a smile on his face as he was excited to share his plans with you. He opened the door to his suite, that smile wiping off of his face as he noticed that you were nowhere in sight. His daddy was in the suite, going through documents that he needed to show the colonel but you weren’t anywhere in the rooms. He gritted his teeth, jaw clenched once again as he pressed his fingers at the bridge of his nose. “Daddy, where is Y/N?” He spoke, the tone of his voice was borderline tense as he placed his hands on his hips. “I saw her when I was getting off of the elevator. She said that she was headin’ to the casino, she said that you said that she could.” Vernon looked confused, not quite understanding why his son was pent-up.

“She never told me she was going to the casino. God damnit, daddy. She lied.” Elvis turned to head out of the door, stomping to the elevator. You had better hope that you were in the casino when he found you, because if not, you were in deep trouble. He didn’t like being demanding towards you, but he knew that if he didn’t keep you under his line of view, you would get yourself into trouble. He made his way into the casino, not leaving one stone unturned as he searched for you. The more time that passed that he didn’t see you, the angrier that he became. You weren’t in the damn casino and he knew that you wouldn’t magically appear. The anger that bubbled deep within his body was soon joined by fear because he didn’t know where you were.

“Elvis! What are you doing down here? What are you doing?” Joe pulled Elvis to the side as he noticed that people were starting to take notice of him pacing the casino’s floors. “I’m lookin’ for Y/N! That little girl ran out and I don’t know where she is.” He roared as he stomped out of the casino, his eyes searching the lobby for any indication that you would walk through the doors. “I’m sure Y/N went out to sightsee on her own, you know how strong-willed she is, she should be back soon. She knows to be back before you get out of rehearsals.” He chuckled, quickly shutting his mouth as he noticed that Elvis was not seething with rage. “God damnit, Joe. Where is everyone? Why isn’t anyone with her?” He rambled on as he pressed the button to the elevator to head back up to the penthouse suite.

“Everyone is busy trying to make sure that the colonel stays off of their ass. You know how he is when it comes to show business.” Joe muttered as he followed Elvis on the elevator car, pressing his fingers to his lips as he knew that Elvis couldn’t care less about the show right now. However, Joe knew that he had to keep Elvis from tearing up the hotel while he was looking for you. “Just wait in the suite, she will be back soon.” Joe replied as he stepped off of the elevator as it reached his floor. “She damn well had better, I don’t know she continues to defy me. I swear to god, this woman.” He grumbled as he decided that it was better to wait for you in the suite, knowing that you would be back soon. When you returned, you had best bet that you were in for a world of trouble, Elvis would see to it.

You decided that you had your fair share of sightseeing for the day, deciding that you would return back to the hotel before Elvis noticed that you were gone. You made your way back to the Hilton, a smile on your face as you walked through the lobby. You pulled your sunglasses off of your face, placing it back into your purse as your finger pressed on the elevator button. As the elevator opened, you stepped inside but a dread filled your stomach as you neared the penthouse. You didn’t know what was wrong, but you pushed it away as you figured that you were just overthinking things. You walked up to the door, stepping inside quietly before closing it shut behind you. It was slightly quiet, which you figured it was because Elvis hadn’t returned yet.

You stopped dead in your tracks as you saw Elvis sitting in the loveseat that was in your view. His electric blues burned a hole into your form standing in the foyer, his jaw clenched as he held on tightly to the armrest. “Fancy to see you here, Y/N. Where in the hell have ya been?” He gritted out, his hands squeezing tighter to the armrests before he stood up, balling up his fists. “I-,” You began to speak before he cut you off. “I know ya didn’t fuckin’ go to the casino, Y/N. Daddy already told me what you told him.” He spoke calmly, trying to keep his temper at bay, but you knew that he was seconds away from blowing his top. “I went out.” You whispered under your breath, eyes trained on the floor. “Out where! Where did ya go, little girl?!” He raised his voice as he stomped over to you, grabbing you by the arm.

“Elvis, I couldn’t stand being stuck in the penthouse all day. I went out. That’s it.” You tugged your arm from his grip, placing your purse down on the couch before brushing past him. Suddenly, you heard an animalistic roar, turning around to see Elvis following you before picking you up before placing you over his shoulder. You beat against his back, yelling at him to place you down before he tossed you on the bed. “How many times do I have to tell ya that it’s not safe to be out on your own, hm? You never fuckin’ listen to me. You wonder why I’m always so demanding and fuckin’ bossy. It’s because you’re fuckin’ doin’ my damn head in.” He grumbled as he yanked you up by your arm before placing you over his knee.

“Elvis, what are you doing?! Let me go!” You screeched out, squirming as you tried to get out of his hold, feeling his hand pulling your dress up over your ass. “This is what happens when little girls don’t listen to their daddy!” The burning sensation suddenly consumed you as Elvis’ hand landed across your cheeks repeatedly. He was spanking you, the punishment that you were given because you disobeyed him. “I swear, you are never satisfied until I’m punishin’ ya. You’re such a disobedient little bitch.” He spat as his hand continued to slap down on your ass, your legs rubbing together as the feeling caused juices to pour out of you. You bit down on your lips, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you struggled to keep the moans at bay.

It was hard, little whimpers passing your lips as the feeling of his hand coming down against your ass was satisfying. “And look at ya, fuckin’ enjoying Daddy punishing ya.” He spat as he pushed you off from his lap, spreading your legs as he eyed the moisture that was forming in your panties. “Fuckin’ keep those legs open, little girl. I wanna see how wet ya got from me spankin’ ya.” He spat out, demanding you to follow every direction that he gave to you. You whimpered out as you nodded your head, not wanting to upset him further. Elvis grunted under his breath as he hooked his fingers into the band of your panties before pulling them off of your legs. You hissed at the coolness of the room, shutting your eyes as you waited for what he had waiting for you.

SMACK. Your eyes opened immediately as his hand smacked across your pussy, moans passing your lips as you eyed him in disbelief. “Elvis!” You shouted out, moans passing your lips as he slapped your pussy a few more times, each time, his hand becoming covered with your juices. “Shut your mouth, little girl. The next time you speak is when I tell ya that you can speak.” He gritted out, sliding his finger against your vulva lips, collecting as much of your juices as he could. He pulled his finger up, eyeing the glistening of the digit before he looked down to you. “You should be ashamed, gettin’ off to your man slapping yer pussy.” He spat out before sliding the same digit inside of you, dragging it against your walls. You hummed out in pleasure, grinding your hips against his finger as it pushed deeper inside.

“Did I tell ya that you could move?” He removed his finger, eliciting a groan from you as you shook your head. “No, daddy. I’m sorry.” You whimpered out, biting down on your lip as you pushed your hips back down on the bed. Elvis stepped away from you, fiddling with his belt as he pulled it from the loops of his trousers, his darkened eyes glaring into you before he threw the belt on the floor. He popped open the button of his pants, unzipping the zipper before pushing them off of his body, his hardened length pressing against his stomach before he climbed on top of you. “You’re already ready for me, there’s nothin’ left to do but to pleasure myself since ya wanna disobey me.” He whispered in the shell of your ear as he pushed your thighs further apart.

He plunged deep inside of you, filling you to the hilt as groans passed his lips. He didn’t give it any time for you to stretch around him as he furiously pounded inside of you. You could feel the anger burning off of him as he rutted on top of you. Moans passed from your lips as you dug your nails into his biceps, throwing your head back from the pleasure of him sliding deep inside of you. “Look. At. That. You’re takin’ me so fuckin’ well and I didn’t have to prepare ya for it.” He hissed as his balls slapped against your ass, grunts passing his lips as he continued his assault on your pussy. You hissed as the tip of his cock rubbed against your cervix, your nails digging deeper into his bicep as you created crescents into his skin.

Incoherent moans passed from your lips as the thought of Elvis’ temper turned you on further. You knew that his temper was something to be fearful of, but you also knew that he wouldn’t ever hurt you. Even though he was angry that you disobeyed him, he held back the rage that he was feeling as he pounded his anger away. “I should keep you locked up in here, maybe then you’ll understand that I mean business.” He grunted into your ear as he pulled out of you, pushing you over onto your stomach before he plunged back into you deeply. He wrapped his fingers around the strands of your hair as he pulled you closer to him, his hips pushing deeper inside of you. “I should punish ya for the hell of it, lord knows you’re always doin’ something.” Elvis chuckled as his eyes stared deep into yours, shivers passing through your body as you returned his gaze.

“Are ya gonna keep disobeyin’ daddy? When I tell ya somethin’, I mean it. Answer me, little girl.” He spat out as you nodded your head. “No, daddy. I won’t disobey you again. Please, I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered out, your orgasm crashing over you as your legs shook. You could feel the juices pooling down your thighs as your pussy clenched around his cock as he grinded into you. Elvis wasn’t far behind you, roaring out as he filled you full of his cum. He let go of your hair, your body falling on the mattress before you as you whimpered from the feeling of his warm seed coating your walls. Elvis pulled out of you, smirking as his cum seeped out of your pussy. His finger scooped up the sticky substance before he shoved it into your mouth. “Suck me clean, little girl.” He spoke in a firm tone, watching as your lips wrapped around the digit, sucking the substance off.

He patted your ass softly before turning you over, pulling you up by your arms. “I hate to do that, mama. I hate bein’ rough with ya; but I need ya to understand that when I’m bein’ demanding and bossy, it’s because I want what’s best for ya.” He pulled you into his arms as you smiled up at him. “I know, daddy. But, I loved it. I won’t leave without your permission again, I promise.” You giggled as you nuzzled into his chest. “Did ya have fun out today at least?” Elvis whispered, looking down at you before pressing a little kiss to your forehead. “I did, but it was much better when I came back to you.” You replied, shutting your eyes as you laid in his arms. “I left rehearsal early because I wanted to take ya out tonight. We still can, ya know? Maybe, a little dinner?” He spoke, hopeful that you still wanted to have some time out.

“Of course, baby. Why wouldn’t I want to have a night out with the man that I love?” You tilted your head up to look at him. Elvis returned your glance, a smirk crossing his lips as he placed his finger under your chin to still your gaze. “Well, why don’t you go get ready. Leave the panties off.” He spoke firmly, a fire burning in his eyes as he bit down on his lip. He could get used to bossing you around a little, seeing that you adored when he did so. “Yes, daddy. I’ll go get ready now.” You beamed as you untangled your body from him as you skipped into the bathroom. Elvis was definitely not tense anymore, the night ahead had unquestionably changed his mood. He knew that you kept him on his toes and even though he would get too demanding or too bossy, he knew that he had you to keep his head on straight. Maybe, he should ease the reins a bit on you. After all, Elvis had nothing to worry about, especially not when he had you by his side.

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RIVER OF DREAMS hypothetical universe

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After Carter took you to the mall that time, you told Joel you felt like you were going crazy from being cooped up in the trailer. Joel punished both of you and luckily Carter got off with only a busted lip, nothing he couldn’t handle. After Joel calmed down, he hypothetically told both of you that you could go out sometimes, as long as you told Joel where you were going and it was less than an hour’s walk.

The next week, you were on the way to the river to fish, and you both got sprayed by a large, unusual looking skunk. It didn’t smell like anything, but you quickly started to feel funny, like you were high.

You had to strip and wash the spray off before it got any worse. Carter tried to give you privacy while not letting you out of his sight. Your body suddenly felt so hot that the cool water was soothing. You began to feel things you normally only felt when Joel was touching you. . . like desperation for cock.

You stayed in the water, scrubbing yourself with a smooth stone, trying to get the substance off, but it didn’t help. The pressure was so intense you had to relieve it, or you might explode. You turned to face away from Carter and began to feel your breast and touch yourself under the water. You didn’t want to penetrate yourself because of the river water. This made it slow-going because the overwhelming sensation was a need to be filled. It only got worse.

Then, you heard Carter moaning and it made your whole body physically ache with tension. You turned around to see his arm flexing, facing away from you, water up to his chest. You wanted it so bad you began to tear up. You would never willingly betray Joel, and neither would he, but this felt like a physical, biological emergency like your heart might actually explode.

You swam over to him and when you said his name, he jumped. He glanced back at you without turning around. “I. . .need a minute, darlin’. I dunno what that was, but I. . . ohhh.”

“I need help,” you begged. “I can’t do it myself like this.”

“Ohh fuck, don’t say that,” he groaned. “Makin’ it worse.”

“Please,” you pleaded. “Can I watch at least?”

“Alright fine,” he turned around. "Not gettin' out of the water though." You watched each other masturbate. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was all messed up and his body–you’d never seen him like this, never imagined he looked so good. His muscles, tattoos, scars, the veins on his arms. He watched you with his mouth open, eyes fixating on your tits right above the water.

“It’s not working,” you whined with your heart pounding. His must have been, too. He had one hand on his chest.

“I know,” he finally admitted. He got close to you and stuck two fingers onto your neck to feel your pulse. “Alright, this is dangerous,” he muttered. Something came over you and while he was that close, you hugged him, and wrapped your legs around him. You couldn’t stop your body from doing it, and you tried to get at an angle where he would enter you. His hard shaft against your front made it so much worse.

He resisted. “Whoa, no way, absolutely not,” he held you by the shoulders and put distance between you. You apologized but also tried again to get closer. You were apologizing and trying all the while like you needed it to live.

His hands slipped down to your breasts like he couldn't control them, but his arms remained stiff, keeping you at a distance. It was incredible how he stayed composed.

“Shhh, I know, it’s really bad,” he whispered.

“Can I at least suck it?” you asked.

He groaned and looked up at the sky, still palming your tits from arm's length away. With his neck outstretched, you admired his throat and shoulders and collarbone. “Alright,” he relented and wrapped an arm around you to bring you toward the shallow area. “Here’s what we’re gonna do.”

He laid so some of his body was above the surface, including his stiff cock that made you drool.

“Get up,” he told you. You stood up, facing him, and immediately started to squat down toward his cock as though drawn by a magnet.

“No,” he laughed, covering himself with one hand, the other resting on his chest. "God damn."

Then he got serious. “You’re gonna sit on my face,” he said. “And yeah, you can suck it. Turn around.”

He guided you into squatting over his face, then had you get on your knees. He grabbed your ass with both hands, said “Go ahead,” and pulled you down. He moaned at the first taste of your pusy and you whimpered, then bent forward and took his cock in your mouth.

You sucked him thirstily. The river water taste gave way to a salty, masculine one. He ate you hungrily and you were both moaning. His tongue plunged into your hole, and he only had to thrust it a few times before you came on his face. It was earth shattering and you moaned on his cock, then almost choked on it, then quickly sealed your lips around it again, as best you could, sloppily slobbering as you bobbed your head on his swollen shaft.

He withdrew his tongue and mumbled “yeah,” into your cunt as you finished coming. “Ohh,” he moaned shakily, then he erupted in your mouth with a grunt against your inner thigh.

You felt so, so much better. Your heart rate slowed. You swallowed his cum, then got up off his face and overed yourself with your arms as you waded back into the water.

Carter lifted his head up to look at himself and let out an irritated sigh. “Did you swallow that?”

“I didnt know what to do with it,” you protested.

He followed you back into the deeper water. “We’re in the river, it would just float away. . .”

“But why is it bad,” you asked.

“I just. . .” he tousled his hair and looked off in the distance. “I could do without knowin’ you’ve swallowed my cum.”

“Then you shouldn’t have asked,” you retorted.

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, looking at the water. “Fair enough.”

"I could do without knowing what your dick tastes like," you added.

"Ok, well, ya don't, alright?" He gets serious. "Whatever that was, it made us feel different, taste different, neither of us knows anything."

"And obviously it never happened, right?"

"Yeah," he muttered, crossing a massive arm over his chest to scratch his shoulder.

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Ty for reading 😫 ty Kate for this sinful pic. 💕

Idk if everyone can handle this one so it's rb-restricted for now 😅 but it'll be on the sleepover masterlist if you wanna save it that way.

#brothel sleepover 💕#POV #POV: Non-canon Sweet pea #first of all #how dare you?#cw dubcon #via sex pollen #NO PiV #1k words #river of dreams ☠️#raider!carter

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mochie85 · 2 years

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Can you do one were for some reason, Loki and the reader have to do manual labor (like chop wood, milk a cow, using a hand pump and carrying buckets of water, stuff like that) and by the trope of ignorant alien boyfriend reader makes fun of him (in a good way) and is fluff and have some mutual pining

Foraged

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A/N: Did I do some research while writing this fic? Absolutely. Did that research include watching Bradley.Thor on TikTok? Yes. And No, the irony was not lost on me. 🤣 I hope you like this Nonny! 🥰 Thank you for the request. Keep them coming.

Word Count: Almost 2k Warnings: Fluff Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

The weather was sublime. The warm afternoon breeze blew the fragrance of the wildflowers all around you. The serene view was marred only by the sound of complaints and grumbles from the god behind you.

“I can’t believe we’re stuck out here.” He mumbled to himself.

“Oh, come on Loki. It’s not so bad.” You smiled at him. He looked at you, the sun highlighting your silhouette in front of him. The only saving grace from this mission was that he got to do it with you.

“The sooner I can get back to modern civilization, the better.” He croaked.

You two were in an isolated masia in the middle of Catalonia. A safe house that was set aside for agents, and Bruce – whenever he needed his space to calm down. You spotted a few cows grazing along the western slope. And there were chickens in a large coop in the back of the house. You didn’t know if someone came to maintain the livestock, or if they were wild and set free from a time when this was used as an actual farm.

As stocked as the masia was, everything was either expired or inoperable. The faucets had run dry. The electricity was suspicious, to say the least. It seemed almost forgotten and in disarray by the time the two of you arrived.

“I sent the signal. The team should be intercepting it soon and then they can collect us. But until then, let’s see if we can find something to eat. Who knows how long we’ll be here.” Loki rolled his eyes.

“Do you think you can chop wood for the fireplace while I forage?” You asked him. He nodded.

“Will you be ok, by yourself?” he asked anxiously.

“Awe. Are you worried about me?” you teased. “I’ll be fine. I should go make use of the daylight before the sun sets.” You staggered off, giving him a reassuring pat on his shoulder.

You didn’t wander far. Only a minute into the sparse woods surrounding the ranch, looking above for any type of fruit you can gather. You found some edible mushrooms and berries. You were lucky to spot a pear tree with ripe fruit.

Birds sang from the trees and small woodland creatures scurried about the medieval plants. You didn’t want to try your luck at hunting. But you did hear a stream nearby. Maybe you can go fishing - if your stay ends up being longer than expected.

As you came back around the clearing, you heard the deep thud of wood falling. And the low growl of Loki’s voice. You watched as Loki raised his arms to swing an ax down. Bringing a cutting blow to the poor log below him.

You almost dropped the supplies you were carrying at the sight of his bare chest exposed in the sunlight. Each line, defined and strong, rippled as he reached for a new piece of wood and placed it on the chopping block. You would’ve never known the distinction of his muscles, the strength those arms had, under the many layers he usually wears.

His grunts and panting timed with the rhythm of his swing. He had a hard time with one particular log, “Come on. Open for me.” He brought the ax down with formidable grace and split that stubborn log into two. “Atta girl.”

You took a deep breath and hid behind a tree. You bit down on your lip to keep from screaming as you closed your eyes and prayed to any higher power that will listen to you. Gods, save me from these wicked thoughts. Calm my nerves before I wreck this man and make a fool outta myself.

“What are you doing?” Loki said as if he were answering your prayers.

You screamed at the surprise appearance of Loki next to you. The pears you had in your arms fell to the ground. You noticed that he had put his shirt back on. Your eyes raked him once over.

“Nothing. I was just taking a break.” You lied. Loki bent down and helped you gather the berries and fruits that had fallen.

“You got quite a haul here.” He noted. Walking in step with you back to the house.

“Yup. Yeah, and you managed to get a decent amount of wood for the fireplace, I see.”

“Do you think that pump over there by the side of the house might work?”

“If the well isn’t dried up. Let’s see.” Loki handed you the fruit he had picked up and sauntered over to examine the water pump.

Inside the house, you dropped your foraged goods on the kitchen counter. You found large tin buckets by the entrance and brought them outside to help Loki.

The pump had gone dry. Loki flushed the handle repeatedly getting no luck. You stepped in to help, grabbing the handle. “I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong.” He said as he peered into the spout.

“I wouldn’t put my face…” It was too late. The water had decided then to make its appearance and shot straight across towards Loki’s face, drenching him. A look of shock and a gasp tore through you as you covered your mouth, trying not to laugh.

Loki stood up slowly, his lips thinning in anger. His finger held up, warning you not to make a sound. “Don’t you dare say a word!” Loki snarled. Your amusement peeled away at his resolve as he listened to your melodic laughter.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry! Please, don’t -” but you couldn’t stop laughing anyway as he flailed his hands in your direction. Small drops of water flicking you wet.

Loki lifted the hem of his soaked shirt up and over his head. The lean muscles you spied on earlier making a full appearance. His lithe shoulders were wet from the water. Loki took that same shirt and wiped his face, his arms, and all along his chest. You watched him, quietly leaning on the pump.

“Enjoying the view?” he said realizing he had an audience. He threw his shirt at your face.

A heady mix of his scent and cologne flooded your senses. You hoped that his shirt hid the dark blush covering your face. “And so what if I am?”

Loki only shook his head, hiding the smile that formed. “Move over, you dangerous creature, and let me pump. Hold the buckets,” he instructed.

“I’m sorry for laughing.” You said. Loki only rolled his eyes. His embarrassment already gone after seeing your suggestive stare.

He kept his shirt off as he brought the full buckets inside the house.

Later that night, the both of you had sat down, knee to knee, in front of a roaring fireplace. Eating all the things the two of you had gathered.

Loki had ventured out with you after your water fiasco, a basket in hand, to the chicken coop and tried to pilfer some eggs. He had no such luck as the hens kept trying to peck his hand away. You were lucky to grab some with gentle coaxing and a hypnotizing trick your grandmother taught you.

“Do you think you’ll have better luck with the cows?” you asked slightly teasing.

“Can you even wrangle one?” he asked doubtfully. You took that as a challenge and set forth to corral the nearest cow you could find.

Calming her, soothing her, you whispered to Loki, “Keep her occupied and calm while I collect her milk.”

“How do you propose I do that?” he asked aloud, wide-eyed.

“Shh. Just stroke her head. Talk to her.” You made your way behind her slowly. Patting her along the way till you were able to bend down with a bucket and start milking.

“Hello…ma’am,” Loki said with gawkiness, patting her on her head. You started to giggle. His awkwardness was endearing.

You laughed about it that night over dinner. You had cooked the mushrooms and made sunny-side eggs with butter churned from the milk you extracted. Loki’s seidr helped tremendously and saved you both from aching elbows and arms. You were always in awe whenever he used his magic.

And for dessert, berries with pears.

“This is delicious, darling.” He commented. “I’m so glad to have been stuck with someone as skillful and clever.” You flushed at his comment. “Tony could never.”

That’s when you started laughing. “No, he couldn’t.”

“Where did you learn such skill?” he asked.

“I grew up on a vineyard with my grandparents. My grandfather was a vintner and sold locally. He taught me a little bit about plants and foraging. But my grandmother loved animals. She kept a few chickens and goats. A cow name Lulubelle.” You sighed at the memory. “I miss them terribly.”

Loki stared at you. He felt awed that you would share such a precious memory with him. “What about you? Where’d you learn to chop wood?” you asked, remembering the scene from earlier today, heat crawling up your spine.

“Is that so surprising? For a prince to know his way around an ax?”

“Honestly. Yes. I didn’t picture you using anything other than your seidr.” He laughed at your candidness.

“It was part of training, to be with the Einherjar. You needed to be able to survive and build a make-shift shelter. Living off the land. You’d never know what kind of situation or planet you’d find yourself in.”

You nodded in understanding.

“It was one of the ways a fellow soldier could help the regiment overall. At times, Thor would always show off and split the wood with his bare hands.” Loki shook his head as he rolled his eyes. You laughed at the thought of Thor trying to impress his fellow troops.

Loki looked up at the sound of your laughter. He loved the musical tone it had. He loved the fact that he could make you sound like that. His errant thoughts ran away from him and he started to wonder what other sounds he could persuade you to make.

As if you could read his thoughts, his teasing eyes, and his inviting smile, you slowed your laughter to a quiet giggle. Turning away to hide your face, Loki grabbed your chin to stop you.

He leaned in close, brushing his lips on yours. His breath was sweet from the berries he just consumed. He paused for only a second, waiting for you to turn or to stop him. When you didn’t, he pressed further. Enveloping your lips fully in his. As you drew in his top lip, you ran your tongue along the length of it, hearing him whimper.

He pulled you closer to him, sitting on his lap. He placed your thighs on either side of his strong hips. Your hands delighted in the taut muscles under his shirt. Finally being able to touch what you glimpsed earlier.

Static from the radio reached both your ears. Steve’s warm voice echoed through the receiver. You pulled away to reach for it, but Loki held you firmly in place and pulled your chin back towards his lips.

He devoured you.

Loki ignored the transmit as if he knew he didn’t have much time left.

“Signal received. I hope you both are ok. The extraction team will be there in a couple of hours.”

“Well, darling. We don’t have much time left together. What would you like to do?” Loki said panting on your lips.

You kissed him back with as much fervor and proceeded to lift his shirt.

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A special Valentine’s

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader

Word count: 719 words.

Summary: You used to hate Valentine’s, until you met Steve.

Warnings: Grumpy reader.

A/N: This is my Valentine’s special 2023.

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Four days before Valentine's Day

You forced a smile when you went out and your neighbor greeted you. It seemed that she loved all kinds of festivities; she always had her apartment decorated, even outside. However, every time you went out or saw her, it was a feeling you didn't like, especially now that it was Valentine's Day and everything was completely pink, almost too pink when you opened your door.

Perhaps what made you angry was that you had no one to celebrate the day with, and no matter how hard you tried to make it just another day, a normal day, something reminded you of what day it was.

Two days before Valentine's Day

You had to hold your laughter when some people started complaining about the mission since you were not going to be able to celebrate it; at least you were going to have something to do that day, but you were speechless when they assigned you to your mission partner.

"Agent Y/L/N, your partner will be Captain Rogers," you were told.

You hoped you wouldn't have to teach him how to use anything you needed; you didn't doubt that he was kind and a good person, but you despaired that he still didn't fit in or that he thought things were still the way they were in his time.

"Y/N": "Steve greeted you; you nodded your head in return, and you began to walk towards the ship that would take them to the place." It's been a long time since we talked.

"I've... been busy, you know, with missions, among other things," you answered, trying not to make a big deal out of it; you didn't want to have a conversation either, because you knew he was going to ask you about your plans.

"I guess the mission ruined your Valentine's Day plans," Steve said as he sat next to you on the ship.

"No, I was planning to stay at home, watching movies," you answered, adjusting your seat belt. It wasn't a lie; you were planning to stay cooped up all day to avoid seeing so many happy couples.

"Maybe we should go to the movies?"

"Cap, we have the mission.

"Of course, but after...

"The mission first, then we worry about other things," you answered.

You were sick of bad dates, and you knew a date with Steve would be a disaster.

You started to draw your plan; even though it was a simple and common mission, it would take you at least five days to carry it out. Five days that you would be sharing with Steve

Again, that strange feeling invaded you; very few times in your life had you had it, and it was always related to Steve, although you also realized that he was smiling and happier when you were near him or he talked to you.

However, it was not the time to think about trifles; you had to focus on the mission. You learned that if you didn’t have a plan, many things could go wrong.

Valentine’s day

The mission had become a little complicated; it was taking a course that you didn’t foresee, and now you and Steve were pretending to be a couple celebrating the day, so you would have the chance to be close to the enemy.

You found Steve's attitude a little strange; he was playing his part too well. You sat down in the restaurant and had absolutely no idea what to order; all the food was date-themed.

Suddenly, you began to suspect you had been spotted. As you kept looking at them, suddenly the enemies stood up and were heading towards you when Steve noticed and quickly pulled you towards him and kissed you.

It was the first time in your life that with a kiss you seemed to "see" fireworks; you reciprocated the kiss, you didn’t stop kissing him, and it even seemed that you had forgotten the mission and ignored the rest of the team, who obviously took care of the rest.

"So, do you have something to do on Saturday?" Steve asked when you stopped kissing.

"I'll go to the movies with you," you replied.

He nodded with a big smile; after all, you didn't spend Valentine's Day alone and you already had a boyfriend.

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Nitpicking ACOWAR Ch 17

It's a real struggle to motivate myself in reading this book, like, I have to remind myself I'm doing this to become a better writer but that doesn't mean it's not frustrating. There's quite a bit of more info-dumping and repeating information, a lot of characters feel more like set pieces than anything. And weird dialogue. Sorry if this seems long, a lot of this is more for me so it's messy. Since there's a lot of repeats I might be able to cut things down eventually but I have no idea what to expect in future chapters.

Chapter 17

-Cassian carries Feyre back to the House 2 hours later, he admits it’s so he can strengthen his wings

-They apparently stopped debating 30 minutes ago because Mor was hungry.

-”We’d spent our time weighing the merits of where to meet, who to bring along to the meeting with the High Lords.” It bothers me that this happened off-page, the previous chapter with most of the info-dumping could’ve been cut so that it could include the planning of the meeting instead.

-”Invitations would go out tomorrow—but not specify the meeting place. There was no point in selecting one, Rhys said, when the High Lords would no doubt refuse our initial selection and counter with their own choice of where to gather.” This is dumb, I’m pretty sure this isn’t how you conduct a meeting. Why would the other High Lords refuse the NC’s choice of location when the NC are the one giving out the invitations in the 1st place?

-They detoured to the townhouse for a quick change of clothes, Feyre was met with the smiles of Cerridwen and Nuala there.

-”I’d snapped at him. In Amren’s apartment. He hadn’t seemed angry, and yet … I’d felt him carefully watching me these past few hours. It’d made it … strange to look at him. Strange enough that the appetite I’d been steadily building had gone a bit queasy. I’d challenged him before, but … not as High Lady. Not with the … tone.” This is written so messily that I’m not even sure what the point of this was.

-”...Nuala and Cerridwen helped me dress […] Not that there was much finery to bother with. I’d opted for my Illyrian leather pants and a loose, white shirt—and a pair of embroidered slippers […]” Why would there be a need for a servant's help in getting dressed when you have such simple fashion for royalty?

-Cassian makes fun of Feyre’s choice in footwear, he also brings up Nesta during their petty arguing.

-“Would you use her to see if she can somehow fix the wall?” [Feyre asks Cassian] Why does Feyre talk about her sister like this?

-“Yes. Not only for our sakes, but … she needs to get out of the House. She needs to …” [...] “She’ll destroy herself if she stays cooped up in there.” Why are they treating Nesta like she’s a child? She went through something traumatic so she’s going to react to it differently. How does Cassian even know what she needs? He doesn��t even know her!

-Feyre and Cassian continue to talk about how Nesta has “changed” and how it’s like “looking at a house cat and suddenly finding a panther standing there instead.”

-[“Why?” They’d always been at each other’s throats, but this … yes, the dynamic between them had been different earlier. Sharper.] SJM seems to think the dynamics between Nesta and Cassian are different but I find them to be the same.

-Cassian seems to be going through survivor’s guilt about what happened to Nesta and Elain, at least I think that’s what it’s supposed to be. Feyre points out that Cassian couldn’t do anything because his wings were shredded at the time. Cassian had made a promise to Nesta and feels bad that he couldn’t keep it.

-”I still dreamed of him trying to crawl toward her, reaching for her even in the semi-unconscious state the pain and blood loss had thrown him into. As Rhysand had once done for me during those last moments with Amarantha.” Keeping note of this.

-“Why do you bother, Cassian?” It is SO obvious that Cassian and Nesta are mates, how has no one noticed this?

-”[...] especially not when Rhys gracefully landed beside us and strode in ahead with a wink.” I hate the shameless winking everyone keeps doing in this book.

-”[...] Lucien [...] was wearing a fine green jacket embroidered with gold, his cream-colored pants showing off muscled thighs, and his knee-high black boots polished enough that the chandeliers of faelight reflected off them.” Continuing to note outfits. Also why does faelight seem no different to lightbulbs?

-[“What is the dress code?” I shrugged, passing him the glass of wine I’d brought over. “It’s … whatever we feel like.”] This is stupid. The start of this conversation means nothing.

-[“What did you do with yourself this afternoon?” “Slept,” he said. “Washed. Sat on my ass.”] It annoys me that in both ACOMAF and ACOWAR it keeps insisting that Lucien “sat around” when he helped Feyre a lot, the one thing he didn’t do was take Feyre away from Tamlin but apparently that’s enough to say he didn’t do anything. This could’ve been written better.

-Feyre offers Lucien a tour of Velaris to prove to him how much she cares for this place. Lucien tells her not to bother and understands that Spring was small and isolated to Feyre. This bothers me, Spring and the other courts were constantly under attack from Amarantha, but Velaris never suffered under her so of course it’s going to be idyllic compared to everywhere else, that’s an unfair comparison.

-[“Who could compare?” I almost said Don’t you mean what could compare? but held my tongue.] What was the point of this?

-So, Feyre earlier mentions that Nesta surprised everyone by showing up for dinner and after the conversation with Lucien she repeats that Nesta showed again.

-Repeating how beautiful Nesta has become now that she’s High Fae.

-”And in a long-sleeved, dark blue gown that clung to her curves before falling gracefully to the ground in a spill of fabric …” […] “ [...] the faelight shimmering along the silver combs in her upswept hair.” More notes on outfits.

-[“Where did that dress come from?” Mor said, red gown flowing behind her as she breezed toward Nesta. My sister drew up short, shoulders tensing, readying to— But Mor was already there, fingering the heavy blue fabric, surveying every stitch. “I want one,” she pouted. Her attempt, no doubt, to segue into an invitation to shop for a larger wardrobe with me. As High Lady, I’d need clothes—fancier ones. Especially for this meeting. My sisters, too.] Why does this read like Nesta is being used as a prop in this conversation?

-”Mor’s brown eyes flicked to mine, and I had to fight the crushing gratitude that threatened to make my own burn as I approached them.“ What? How does this relate to the previous one? I’m confused why Feyre feels gratitude to the idea of shopping?

-Rhys, Az, and Cassian listen in on the boring conversation. Feyre mind-speaks and calls them busybodies to Rhys, he laughs in response in her mind.

-Mor says something about Rhys having beautiful women’s outfits lying around somewhere, he also won’t tell Mor where he got Feyre’s Starfall dress. I’m just going to assume Rhys is a secret cross-dresser.

-Cassian is fixed on what Mor and Nesta are doing.

-[Mor only examined the silver combs in Nesta’s hair. “It’s a good thing we’re not the same size— or else I might be tempted to steal that dress.” “Likely right off her,” Cassian muttered. Mor’s answering smirk wasn’t reassuring.] Wait, is Mor flirting with Nesta? What exactly did SJM want the reader to take away from this?

-”She looked Mor up and down—noting the dress that exposed much of her midriff, back, and chest, then the flowing skirts with sheer panels that revealed glimpses of her legs. Scandalous, by human fashions.” I still don’t know what human fashion is supposed to be in this world.

-[“Fortunately for you,” Nesta said flatly, “I don’t return the sentiment.”] This reads more like Nesta isn’t interested in taking Mor’s clothes off, but the book makes it seem like an insult instead? I guess it’s supposed to be Nesta not liking Mor’s dress.

-Azriel coughs into his wine, Nesta sits down at the table, and Mor says they need more wine. Nesta overhears the wine comment and stiffens. Cassian leaves to get more wine which upsets Nesta even more.

-[Teasing my sister, poking fun at her … I snatched a seat at Nesta’s side and murmured, “They mean well.” Nesta just ran a finger over her ivory-and-obsidian place setting, examining the silverware with vines of night-blooming jasmine engraved around the hilts. “I don’t care.”] So far Nesta is interesting.

-Amren talks to Nesta next. Cassian returns with bottles of wine in each hand and “cringed”. Nesta asks Amren why her eyes glow, apparently this means Nesta has no fear. Amren claims the “busybodies” have never asked her that. Everyone else is concerned about this conversation.

-Amren explains her eyes glow because the containment spell on her couldn’t hide what’s beneath her. Nesta asks what’s beneath her. Everyone gets scared and Lucien “had turned the color of fresh paper.” Amren says no one’s asked her that either. Nesta asks why again but without a question mark. Amren says it’s not polite to ask and because they’re afraid.

-Amren claims that Nesta and her are the same. Everyone else is dramatically reacting to them still.

-[“Not in flesh, not in the thing that prowls beneath our skin and bones …” Amren’s remarkable eyes narrowed. “But … I see the kernel, girl.” Amren nodded, more to herself than anyone. “You did not fit—the mold that they shoved you into. The path you were born upon and forced to walk. You tried, and yet you did not, could not, fit. And then the path changed.” A little nod. “I know—what it is to be that way. I remember it, long ago as it was.”] I was going to summarize this but found it easier to copy-paste it to look back on.

-Nesta has apparently mastered the Fae’s preternatural stillness faster than Feyre. Nesta tells Amren that she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.

-[Amren’s red lips parted in a wide, serpentine smile. “When you erupt, girl, make sure it is felt across worlds.”] Giving me deja vu, it’s similar to a quote about Katniss from The Hunger Games I think.

-Rhys derails the conversation and thinks that Amren has been taking drama lessons from the theater across the street from her place. Amren glares at him and says she’s being serious. Rhys says he wants to eat before Amren makes everyone lose their appetite. Rhys gives Feyre a reassuring squeeze, I find it funny how Rhys has badly treated Feyre but then you get moments like this, what a mess.

-”Cassian took the seat on Amren’s left, Azriel beside him, Mor grabbing the seat opposite him, leaving Lucien …” Keeping note so I know where everyone is, I’m sure it’ll change knowing this book.

-[Lucien frowned at the remaining place setting at the head of the table, then at the blank, barren spot across from Nesta. “I—shouldn’t you sit at the head?”] I think Lucien says this because his father probably drilled it in his head about where his place is but I’m sure the book will somewhere blame Tamlin on it instead.

-[Rhys raised an eyebrow. “I don’t care where you sit. I only care about eating something right”—he snapped his fingers—“now.”] The way this is written makes me think that Rhys is just being childish honestly.

-”The food, prepared by cooks I made a point to go meet in the belly of the House, appeared across the table in platters and spreads and bowls. Roast meats, various sauces and gravies, rice and bread, steamed vegetables fresh from the surrounding farms … I nearly sighed at the smells curling around me.” I remember back in ACOMAF when Feyre thought that the Night Court has better food than Spring, but this is the same type of food both Courts have and I find that funny.

-Feyre tells Lucien that he’ll get used to the informality. This whole plot point will forever bother me.

-[“Honestly,” I said to Lucien, who wordlessly stacked a pile of buttery green beans onto his plate but didn’t touch it, perhaps marveling at the simple fare, so at odds with the overwrought dishes of Spring, “Azriel is the only polite one.”] The food comparisons of Night and Spring are so confusing to me.

-Mor and Cassian are pretending to feel offended by Feyre’s comment about Az being the only polite one. Mor doesn’t want to sound like a heathen but Rhys thought she’d find it to be a compliment. Nesta watches the exchange like it’s a “sporting match” and Feyre starts to pile food on Nesta’s plate. While Feyre moves on to get her own food Nesta notes that she understands what Feyre had meant about the food.

-”It took me a moment to recall—to remember that particular conversation back at our father’s estate, when she and I had been at each other’s throats over the differences between human and Fae food.” Using this to cross-reference with ACOMAF.

-Feyre wonders if Nesta was giving a compliment but her sister doesn’t answer and goes to eat instead.

-Feyre then jarringly shifts the conversation to ask Cassian about when they can start training tomorrow. Cassian answers that he’ll let Feyre sleep in and start training at 7 instead of at dawn.

-[“I’d hardly call that sleeping in,” I said. “For an Illyrian, it is,” Mor muttered. Cassian’s wings rustled. “Daylight is a precious resource.” “We live in the Night Court,” Mor countered.] In ACOMAF it’s explained that the Night Court isn’t even in permanent night so I don’t know why Mor made that comeback, it doesn’t make sense.

-[Cassian only grimaced at Rhys and Azriel. “I told you that the moment we started letting females into our group, they’d be nothing but trouble.”] Gross. Also confusing that this is the response to the previous one.

-The sexist conversation continues. I’m not summarizing it.

-”Cassian gave her a vulgar gesture that made Lucien choke on his green beans.” I don’t know why Lucien reacts to this?

-Cassian says that Az said a similar thing about wanting to look at pretty faces, Mor said he didn’t. They act childish to each other, Amren tells Rhys not to bring them to the High Lord meeting. Feyre glances at Lucien who's surprised to hear about the meeting and then to Nesta who’s ignoring them.

-Rhys tells Lucien about the meeting.

-”Lucien looked at him then, the curiosity in that one eye unmistakable.” I know that Lucien has a fake eye but I’m confused why Feyre only notes the emotions of his real eye instead. Why not just write that his face was lit up with curiosity instead?

-Lucien asks Rhys if he’s going to keep Feyre’s powers secret from the other High Lords. Rhys says it’s between him and Feyre to decide. Lucien also tells Feyre that his father would kill her if it meant that he would get back his powers from her and work with Hybern. Rhys snarls from that because he’s an asshole. Then Lucien tells Azriel he should try to find out if Beron and his brothers know about Feyre’s powers and plan the meeting from there.

-[Mor said, “Eris might keep that information to himself and convince the others to as well, if he thinks it’ll be more useful that way.” I wondered if Mor looked at that red hair, the golden-brown skin that was a few shades darker than his brothers’, and still saw Eris.] I’m a little confused how Mor knows that Eris would do that, I don’t remember her saying she knew him that well. Also since when has Lucien had a darker complexion than his brothers?

-Lucien reiterates what he just said again. Also brings up that if his family had the information about Feyre they might use it to control the meeting somehow, or they’ll skip the meeting and just go to Hybern instead. Rhys tells Lucien to talk to Azriel about the details tomorrow.

-”None of us were dumb enough to ask if he’d be willing to reveal details on the Spring Court. If he thought that Tamlin would arrive. That was perhaps a conversation best left for another time. With just him and me.” So… is Lucien still friends with Tamlin since this is brought up?

-”For whatever he was about to reveal, whatever plans he had decided not to reveal until now. And even as my stomach tightened, some sort of thrill went through me at it—at that clever mind at work.” Feyre still thinks Rhys is clever. Hilarious.

-[Until Rhys said, “There is another meeting that needs to be had—and soon.”] Ugh, another one?

#anti sjm #anti acowar

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