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Can I request and Alastor x reader where she was his wife when they were alive but she ends up in heaven while in her early 20’s due to being murdered on her way home from his radio station one night. She never knew about Alastor’s crimes but she finds out about the extermination at the meeting Charlie has with heaven and sneaks down during the next extermination not knowing if Alastor is still alive or not? Maybe some magic like reader singing No Good Deed from Wicked trying to prevent Alastor from being harmed or killed? Once they find each other I can’t imagine Alastor ever letting her leave again, not even to heaven. Can I request a bit of fluff and maybe NSFW to make up for the time spent apart? Thank you!
Title: Ruined Redemption
Warnings: 18+! NSFW, angel!wife Reader, fem!reader, reader & Alastor married, mention of past life, mention of death, demon!alastor, fluff, creampie, rough sex, French, Heaven & Hell, am i missing something????
”You sure you dont want me to walk you home cher? I can wrap up right now” Alastor said as you pressed your soft lips to his cheek. You reassured him you would be fine. That you were perfectly capable of getting home without him escorting you. “No no ill be fine promise. Just dont stay too late hmm? I would love to have my husband in our bed for once when the sun ain’t risin’” you said, glaring at him playfully.
He chuckled, nodding ”Be careful on your way home cher, it ain’t safe for a doll like yourself to be roamin’ the streets at this time of night” Alastor said as you waved goodbye.
“I love you”
The stars twinkled in the sky as you stared up at them.
You blinked, raising a weak hand up to them.
Blood.
You were bleeding.
You had took a shortcut to get home and a man had grabbed you into a dark alleyway.
He tried to take advantage of you but you resisted, angry that you wouldn’t be a easy target he slit your throat so you wouldn’t cry out, leaving you to bleed out onto the cold concrete.
Your wedding ring shined at you. You let out a gurgle,
Alastor…
You use to think that people were lyin’ when they said your life flashed when times of death, but tears welled in your eyes as every memory of you and Alastor came to your mind.
The night you met Alastor was the last one you saw as you heaved your last breath.
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”Did you forget Hell is forever?”
You sat at the council meeting as the princess of Hell tried to reason with Sera. You were saddened that the Angels went down and executed the soul of the damned.
You thought the idea of rehabilitating souls was a good idea.
You had waited years to see Alastor, but you quickly became concerned when each year he didn’t pass through those pearly gates.
Alastor was in Hell. At least you had hoped.
You heard that the next extermination was soon and you plotted to descend to Hell to find your lost lover.
Alastor please be okay
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Hell wasn’t as bad as you thought.
You quickly found the hotel the princess hosted and knocked on the door.
”Oh why hello- wait you’re-” Charlie stuttered.
You gave her a smile. You must have looked ridiculous, an Angel at her door and with the extermination approaching.
”D-Do you know Alastor?” You asked, almost pleading that you hoped your lover was at her hotel.
She blinked and nodded, letting you inside.
”I thought your idea was bees knees by the way”you said as she ushered you to sit on a couch.
”W-Why thank you! But…how do you know Alastor?” She asked.
You fiddled with your ring. “Well you see I’m his-”
”Darlin’? ” a voice interrupted you.
You almost broke your neck turning around. You let out a gasp “A-Alastor?”
A tall red demon stood in the archway.
He was dressed in all red, save for the few black accents.
His face dawned shocked, though his smile never faltered. But you saw it was tense.
You stood up and approached him.
Theres no way this was your Alastor…
You subconsciously reached a hand to his face “A-Alastor…is it really you?”
He leaned into your touch, grasping your wrist softly
”Mon cher…”
Your eyes welled with tears and you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him as you buried your face in his chest.
Still in shock, Alastor wrapped his lanky arms around you.
Whiskey and sandalwood. That was the scent that flooded your nose, same scent that always clung to him.
”I t-thought i would never see you again” you cried.
”what are you doing here?” You asked
He smiled “I should be askin you the same thing. A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be down here”
You didn’t even realize that an audience had gathered.
”what’s white wings doing down here?”
You eased your grip on him, actually taking him in.
He looked nothing like your Alastor, but you knew it was him.
”Oh baby what could you have done to land yourself in hell?” You asked.
The tall spider gave a laugh “Freaky face there is one of hell’s most powerful Overlords toots”
Alastor glared at him before looking down at you “Its a rather unpleasant story my dear, but I guess I should tell you now”
And tell you he did.
You wouldn’t have thought that your Alastor was the one who had once terrorized your city.
Your husband was…You had married a killer.
”regret marrying me doll?”he asked at your shocked face.
You shook your head “Never” you gave him a smile “But you’re at a hotel that promotes soul redemption?”
He laughed “Just a little investment of mine to pass the time. I have no notion to redeem my soul”
This caused you to panic “B-but the extermination!”
He caressed your cheek “Don’t worry about that, I wont let anything happen”
You huffed, deciding to trust him “Well aren’t you gonna introduce me?” You asked turning to give your full attention to the bunch.
”Why of course! Everyone this pretty doll is my darling wife” he beamed
”WIFE!?”
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Alastor took you on a tour of the hotel. You walked, arms interlocked as he showed you around.
You laughed when he brought you to his radio tower “Just couldn’t let it go huh?” You had said, earning a laugh.
He led you to his bedroom. You marveled at how it suited him. There was a swamp that split up the room.
A true southern man you sighed.
You sat on his bed, taking it all in.
Alastor couldn’t believe that you were here.
He thought that he would never see you again.
He had figured that you were in Heaven after a few decades.
You were his sweet little wife. You were the only good thing in his life.
He absolutely lost his mind when he was told you were killed on your way home.
He should have walked you home.
Your death weighed on him for decades. Even in death.
But here you were.
You hadn’t changed a day. Well the wings and halo were new.
”Mon cher…” He approached you, voice dropping the static and kneeled before you.
You were real and you were here.
His arms wrapped around your waist as he laid his head on your lap.
Your hands found his hair, massaging his scalp. You tickled at his ears and giggled when they twitched.
”je suis désolé mon amour. je suis tellement désolé que tu aies connu un sort aussi cruel. si j'étais juste rentré à la maison avec toi... je suis vraiment désolé” his heart was pounding as he nuzzled into your stomach.
You smiled at his words. You cupped his cheeks, lifting his face to yours “it wasn’t your fault Al. Things happen. All that matters is that we are together again. ‘Ill defy death itself to be with you," were our vows remember?”
Alastor moved quickly. He gently pushed you onto your back as he climbed over you.
”tell me…tell me our vows again”
He tugged at his bow tie and stripped off his jacket, you retracted your wings as you watched him
”A-Al?” You whispered, suddenly breathless.
”please…tell me our wedding vows”
”From the moment our paths crossed, it was always you.
It was the moment we met that I saw everything.
Our future.”
He unbuttoned his dress shirt.
“You were everything i ever dreamed of and became so much more.
I love you.”
He leaned down to kiss you
“Heaven and Earth cannot compare to how much I love you.
Through the good and bad, Ill always love you.
I give my heart and soul to you to cherish for an eternity ”
You wrapped your arms around his neck as he peppered wet kisses along your neck
”Ill reap the Earth to and tear the Heavens apart to remain bound to you”
You gasped as he nipped your shoulder
”This love I give can never die. For Ill defy death itself to forever be with you.”
he buttoned your shirt, brushing a thumb over your nipples. A shiver ran through you.
”For death itself could never part us.
I am yours forever and always and ill raise Hell if death tried to part us ”
You moaned softly as he took a nipple into his mouth.
“Alastor…”
The rest of your clothing was quickly removed.
You almost wanted to cover yourself.
When was the last time you were intimate with Alastor?
You felt like you were on your wedding night all over again.
”You’re as beautiful as when you were alive my dear”. He whispered, spreading your thighs.
You jumped feeling his hand skim your exposed clit.
You were embarrassed with how wet you were.
he still had that effect on you, even in the afterlife.
Your breath hitched as he dipped a finger inside you
Alastor groaned, you felt just as you did before.
You pulled him to your face, your face flushed and eyes lidded. Your soft lips met his as he worked your cunt.
”Alastor please” you whined against his lips.
You were always such an impatient thing.
But he would never deny you.
He growled ”If I fuck you Ill never let you go. You’ll never see those pearly gates again if you let me have you. So tell me you don’t want this, you don’t want me and Ill stop” he shimmied out of his pant, freeing his cock.
Alastor was lying. Even if you told him to stop and you didn’t want this he would never let you go back to Heaven.
Not when he just got you back.
Your lips met his again, the kiss was filled with longing and passion.
”I never want to be without you again”
He slammed his lips on yours again as he slid his cock into you, swallowing your squeal as you took him.
Fuuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkk
He gave a few soft thrusts to make sure you adjusted well to him.
You panted into the crook of his neck. Nails clawing into his back as he rocked into you.
A cry ripped from your throat as he gained momentum.
”Aahh!”
This was different. So different from when you were alive.
Alastor was always passionate in bed with you, but this…this was so…you couldn’t even describe it.
a word popped into your head.
Divine
The way he fucked you told of how much he had missed you.
Decades of being apart melting away as he pounded into you.
You locked your ankles behind his waist.
”You always take me so good cher. So so so good” He moaned into your ear.
The sound of skin hitting skin and your soft moans filled the air.
His cock hit that soft sweet spot inside you making you wetter.
”Ill ruin you. Fuck you til you’re drenched in me. Until your very scent is covered in me.” a harsh thrust brought him to be buried to the hilt.
Alastor smirked as your cunt fluttered
”You want that doll? To be ruined? To never see Heaven again? Hmmm you’ll throw away your salivation to be fucked by a demon like me?”
The telltale squelch of your cunt was his answer.
He would be damned if he ever let you out of his sight again.
His pace turned rough, he could feel himself changing.
”Alastor?” You felt him get bigger. His body morphed and when you looked at him, he expected fear.
But you looked in awe as he turned into his demon form.
Antlers big as willow branches, eyes black and glowing red like dials. He was disheveled.
He looked like a wild beast.
And he was fucking you like one.
All you could do was hang onto him. Letting him take you like you would disappear.
”ooh fuck aaahh please please” you cried as he fucked you, rutting into you with so much force you swear the bed was knocking against the wall.
You felt your thighs tremble from taking his brute thrusts. That familiar tingle forming in your stomach.
were you gonna cum? Could you cum?
guess you’ll find out
Your demon husband was fucking you and you were gonna cum.
on his demon cock…oh heavens…
”Tu vas jouir, chérie ? Tu vas laisser un démon t'arracher ta libération ? Vous voulez que? hmmm? Tu veux jouir sur la bite de ton démon ? laisse-moi l'avoir chérie”
He purred, fucking into you so hard that a slight bulge was present.
He was going to break you. Ruin you.
He unhooked your legs, pushing one to your chest to get a better angle. Hitting those spots that had you seeing stars.
”A-Al! Oooh fu-fuuuck! I-I’m cumming oh my g-”
A large claw hand covered your lips
He snarled “There’s no God here sweetheart. Now. Cum”
Your body seized, feeling like a fire had set off as your organ ripped through you.
Alastor slapped his mouth over yours to eat your cries.
He thrusted into feverishly, seeking to paint your heavenly walls white with his cum as he fucked you through your orgasm.
”that’s a good girl, milking me dry”
He gently cradled your limp head, nipping at your swollen lips “where you want me cher? Cause i got half a mind to soak you in my cum”
You whined “i-inside…please cum inside me Alastor…baby please!”
He grinned “As you wish”
His pace quickened and with a low growl he emptied his cum into your cunt, sighing as he filled you til it spilled around him.
You let out a soft whine as he pulled out, wincing at the emptiness that he left behind, feeling his cum drip down your ass.
Alastor purred like an engine as he took you into his arms, basking in the afterglow as you cuddled into his side.
This is where you belonged.
By his side.
He’ll tear Heaven apart if they tried to take you back.
You were the Radio Demon’s.
Forever and always
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STRESS RELIEF
Warning: Sub!bottom reader!, Dom!top Miguel, Rough play, Breeding kink miguel!, Voyeurism, use of pet names (Good boy etc.), office sex, oral sex, gagging and unprotected sex
This Smut is intended for amab readers, fem aligned readers dni
(This is my first smut fic i ever wrote so im sorry if its a bit rough or amateur i thought i just might try doing this 😭, i also added a bit of fluff in the end lol)
After A hard day of chasing miles morales he eventually escaped with the help of his friends. now he has to find Miles all over again and not to mention the anomaly "The Spot" thats constantly being a pain in the ass to even get a finger on. disappointed Miguel went back to the spidey HQ to asses the situation with layla; its late at night and everyone already went home so he has to pull an all nighter for this one. as he was about to enter his dark and quiet office when he noticed a cubicle being lit up by a computer; he went over to check at the cubicle.
"hey! who's there? (y/n)? why are you still here? you should be home." Miguel asks with frustration and disappointment. you were his assistant but he doesn't want you to work late hours just like him. he worries that you'll be exhausted.
"oh sorry sir. i was just doing paperwork and theres quite a few..." you say let out an awkward laugh as you rub the back of your neck. Miguel puts his hand on his hips as he squeezes the bridge of his nose with the other one; "just get it done... and will you get me a coffee while you're at it? if you dont mind." he said with a deep and exhausted voice. "uh yes sir, ill get you a coffee as soon as possible!" you say immediately as you get up and go to the coffee shop just across the street. Miguel sighs as he turns his back and entering his office again.
you grabbed your coat and prepared to exit the building into the cold and windy night. there were rarely any cars around as you walk across the street; the silent buzzing of the lamp above you as you walk, the damp sound of your boots thumping the ground, your hot breath as you exhale around the cold air; it was all so calming to be just by yourself and not worrying about any reports or documents to get done. ring you enter the coffee shop and greet the barista "hey! (y/n)! nice to see you" Joe plasters a wide grin on his face as he waves at you. "hey Joe can i get the usual?" you chuckle as you approach the enthusiastic barkeep. it puzzles you how someone could be this energetic especially when its late at night. "one latte and café americano coming right up" Joe smiles as he gets to work and you sit down by the window silently observing the place you work at. The towering building reminds you of so much; the first time you went there for your job application, the people you met and hanged out with. ever since you started working here it's been great; you were able to hold down a job and live a comfortable life. ding Joe rang a bell and you snap out of your melancholic trance. "Here's your order (y/n)" you get up from your seat and hand him the payment "Thanks Joe I'll see you around" you chuckle as you wave goodbye and head back to your boss who's waiting for his coffee.
You reach the 20th floor and exit the elevator; you make your wake to his office. "ugh... (y/n)" you hear muffled moans when you approach the door when you hear his deep growls your body immediately tenses up. "you're so cute..." You peep through a slight crevice through the door. you see him then and there stroking his throbbing cock as he calls out your name. "im close... (y/n)" you gasp as you back away and clear your throat. "Sir? your coffee is here" you knock on the door. "Oh- uhh come in!" coffee in hand, you enter his poorly lit office. he always preferred it that way although, you always wondered why. "Here is your coffee sir a caffé americano just as you like it" your body tenses up more as you know he's hard down there and its because of you; as you place it down Miguel suddenly grabs your wrist his talons flexing and protruding "i heard you peeping at me through that hole (y/n)" as Miguel pulls you close to him your body freezes on the spot "do you want a better view cariño?" he leans in and you can see his tip dripping wet with precum.
"Please... Miguel..." you try to avoid his gaze but he grabs your chin and tilts your head downward as he forces you to look at him "Please what cariño?" Miguel lets out a deep and menacing laugh "Be clear with your words boy." Miguel says sternly as he grips one of your thighs with his hands. his sharp talons poking your thigh but not enough to draw blood. "Please... continue..." Miguel's lips curled into a grin "That's more like it. good boy" Miguel begins to move his calloused hands; as it travels up your body he lets his fingers slide through your smooth and soft skin. "your skin im feels like a soft cloud mi vida.." Miguel says as he leans in your neck leaving behind a couple kisses here and there. Miguel continues tracing the shape of your body and he lands on where he started. He pinches and twisted your nipples it tingled and burned against his touch. this turned you into a moaning and whimpering mess. "Miguel... that feels so good..." you bite your lip and you begin to move your hips rubbing against his huge boner. the shape of his girth and the way he was playing with your chest like stress balls drowned you in pure ecstasy. "Getting impatient now are we cariño?" Miguel stops what he's doing and he grabs your waist "Such small and slutty waist i wonder how they'll feel when i use them" He grabs your ass and spreads them "oh and im sure these will feel good too" Miguel looks you dead in the eye letting you know what he's about to do next
"im sorry sir i didn't mean to-" Miguel cuts you off mid sentence as he lifts you up and he places you on his lap. you can feel his boner pressing against your rear as he stares you down ready to absolutely swallow you whole. "shhh callate ahora... we can keep this a secret cariño" Miguel leans in close to your ear as he nibbles on your earlobe; his fangs slightly poking your ear. "you're so adorable cariño all tense like that... i could eat you up right here..." Miguel's hands creep under your clothes as he traces your back. his warm hands making you involuntarily whimper as you arch your back; Miguel smirks as he heard you let out a quiet whimper "Que lindo (How cute)" Miguel removes his hands as he violently rips your buttoned down long sleeve polo. this makes you gasp and "that was my favorite shirt..." Miguel chuckles "Well, you look better without it" Miguel looks up at you as his smug expression seems to be clearly enjoying your reaction. "What do we have here?" Miguel's eyes fell to your chest, letting his calloused hands travel to your waist and closer to your thighs. But something glimmering caught his attention. "Oh?" A low chuckle would rumble as he traced his fingers around your nipple piercing, "What do we have here?" he flicks your pierced nipples. "where have you been hiding this huh? such a naughty naughty boy" Miguel continues to flick and twist your pierced nipple as he takes the other one in his mouth. "ahh... Miguel..." Miguel smiles deviously as he takes your swollen nipple in his mouth. "Hold still cariño" Miguel growls as he plays with the metal object that's attached to your nipple using his tongue. you start to moan and whimper as he plays around with your swollen and sensitive chest; "Miguel... too good..." your chest rises and falls as every sensation shoots pleasure up your brain and makes your whole body start to shake. Miguel stops abruptly as he smirks and leans in your ear "Yeah? Beg for it then."
as he was about to tear your clothes to shreds you two were interrupted by a facetime call. he picks you up and sets you down under his desk and his bulge throbbing right in front of you. the shape of his dick under his Spider-Man suit was impressive. his hard cock pressing against the tight fabric as he sat down properly; it was irresistible. your eyes were fixed at his cock glaring back at you as if its taunting you to suck it. you hear miguel talk with one of the Spider-Man that he worked with earlier you decided to have your turn with him. you slowly unzip his Spidey suit his cock immediately springs out and it even slaps your face. Miguel's eyes widened as he looked down at you; his eyes fueled with surprise and rage "Uh miguel? Are you listening?" Miguel Clears his throat and looks back up "Uh yes, you were saying?" Miguel continues his conversation with the nice lady hes on the phone with. You slowly licked Miguel's tip; the w way his precum drips down your tongue like a busted faucet makes you want to lick it up more. you start licking the base of his shaft and then his glans. "So it seems that the spot wa-" Miguel abruptly stops with a groan as you lick up his leaking tip. "Miguel? you good?" Miguel snarls at you knowing he cant do anything yet "yeah im fine, im kind of busy right now ill call you later" Miguel bids farewell to the nice person as he ends the call. you dont even notice their conversation as youre too busy licking up and lapping his dripping dick. Miguel growls at you "You really want my dick that badly huh? you cant wait to slobber all over it? have at it then" Miguel grabs a handful of your hair as he lines up his dick to your mouth and pushes; He pushes it in deep all the way to the base of his huge cock. "how do you like that huh? i bet youre enjoying the taste of my cock now its all the way down your throat like a good slut you are"
your protests were muffled by Miguel's whole length down your throat. "MmpH!" was all you managed to say as you gripped on his thighs trying desperately to pull away. "Whats wrong (Y/n)? wasnt this what you wanted huh?" Miguel snaps at you he sounded pissed and he wants to put you in your place. Miguel then pressed down further you chin dripping with spit and drool as it sticks to Miguel's balls; he lets go just to catch your breath. "Hah... hah..." your chest falls and rises rapidly as Miguel's precum dripped down his shaft. "We're not done yet cariño" Miguel laughs sadistically as he grabs you by your arms and pins both your hands on his desk "since you clearly want it so bad, ill give it to you good" miguel rips apart your pants his rough hands traces your waist. he moves down lower as he reaches your ass and he feels around. "oh this will be good" his laugh gets deeper and colder as he bends over; his hot throbbing dick pressed against your lower back. "You'll regret playing me (Y/n)" his talons flex as he opens your ass wide open. rip the sound of fabric tearing as he finally rips apart the last remaining clothing you had on. "your puckering hole is just waiting to get fucked" Miguel slaps his drool coated dick on your rear he whispers to you "im gonna make you cry and beg for more"
/Time skip/
Miguel stops abruptly as he opens a drawer and takes out lube you stare at it as he squeezes some on his hand "wait- why do you have lube in your office?" you pant as you ask Miguel "Its better to be ready and not need it or need it and not be ready" Miguel says panting as he rubs some of the lube on his dripping dick. an idea flashes through your mind as you push him down his office chair. "its my turn to take the wheel" you say as you get on his lap and line his dick on your hole. you slowly lower yourself down halfway and you stop. His impressive size was appalling; it already felts so good half-way in you. savoring the sensation you try to prepare yourself for his girth. Miguel seems annoyed as you suddenly stop moving. he grabs your slutty waist and rams you down his fat cock. you let out a lewd moan as it crushes your prostate. you gasp as you try to collect your thoughts from the sudden sensation burning your mind. Miguel pants and squeezes your ass as he begins to thrust on your fat piece of cake. he growls and squeezes down not letting you go anywhere but deeper down on his cock. he watches you bounce up and down while you make noises of pleasure making him smile proudly. "yeah.. thats right be a good boy and take my cock like a slut." Miguel pushes you down deeper as his cock directly presses on your g spot. "Miguel... please..." you beg miguel as he stops and just keeps his cock in you. its throbbing and twitching like crazy. "Not yet Cariño... i wanna see you ride me." Miguel Sneers as you squeeze down on him. As you start riding in your own pace Miguel leans back and puts his hands on the back of his head enjoying the view before him. the more you ride his cock them more it seems to grow inside of you. As you moved yourself up and won on him you began to drool. the wet slicking of his dick on your ass felt so good; everytime it hits your prostate you were sure too see a glimpse of heaven. "You look so good in this position Cariño" Miguel reaches down and feels your hips and thighs as you ride him. saddling up to make yourself feel secure as he guides along your waist as he watches you ride.
After hours of nonstop fucking, (y/n) could only focus on the pleasure he was receiving. His mind could only focus on the man who gave him ecstasy. His voice was starting to hurt from shouting Miguel's name. "Too..ah..much" (y/n) whimpers begging for release. "Hush cariño... im almost there..." Miguel's rough voice drowned out y/n's moans. (y/n) practically lost count of how many times he came. "I can't..." (y/n) moans out.. "yes you can, baby.." Miguel's thrusts were getting rougher and faster. the wet slapping of skin crashing against each other echoes through the office. "do it for me cariño... Just one more" That was a lie. Miguel didn't plan on stopping not until the sun was rising. After one final deep thrust he finally released his final load "Agh...! Cariño im cumming!" Miguel buckles his hip as he grabs your ass and pushes it deep inside you as he came. "Miguel- youre filling me up!" (y/n) yells in surprise as miguel shoots his load deep within (y/n)'s gut. "Fuck im gonna give you my babies" Miguel keeps on going; shooting his load deeper into you it felt like a bump was appearing on your tummy as he does so. Miguel snuggles his lips on your neck as he finally lets his cock slip out of your gaping hole. your shaking legs finally give out as his seed slowly drips onto hour thigh "That was alot..." (y/n) says breathlessly. "Apologies, cariño... i got carried away." Miguel's voice seems to be at ease; somewhat satisfied i guess he had some stress relief. miguel picks you up and cleans after you. he takes you to his apartment since he ripped apart your clothes and gave you some of his clothes. "Thank you Miguel..." You thank him as you grab his clothes. as you put it on his clothes seem too big for you; the sleeves of his shirt droops below your elbow which exposes your neck and his baggy pants that looks like a pajama. "(y/n) you look so cute...) Miguel stares you down with admiration as he grabs you by the waist and outs you down in bed. "Can we cuddle? i feel tired after what we did at your office" (y/n) says sheepishly as he grabs Miguel's arms around his waist and presses against him. "Sure Thing cariño" Miguel kisses you around the nape of your neck as both of you drift to sleep.
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jaemin headcanons — how he would treat you on your period
warnings | menstruation obviously, one (1) swear word, a tiny smidge of a mention of nsfw
a.n | felt like i was dying at work today because my cramps were so bad so this is purely self indulgent lmao
you absolutely cannot convince me that jaemin isnt the absolute sweetest mf to you when you’re on your period
he for sure has a tracker app on his phone so he knows when exactly you’re supposed to start
he makes sure that the bedsheets are clean around that time so you can snuggle up into a nice clean bed
your every wish is his command, and he won’t make you do anything you don’t feel like doing
but one thing he will make sure that you do is eat enough healthy foods and drink enough water (not that he doesn’t do that all the time, but this week is the most important)
he always has the fridge and pantry stocked with the ingredients for your favorite meals and snacks so he can make them for you
he doesn’t care if its the most convoluted recipe he’s ever seen in his life, or even if he has to drive however long it takes to get to your favorite random takeout place
he will make absolutely sure that you have your favorite food
he’s so incredibly gentle and understanding with you, and he’s exactly what you need
he knows every month is different from the last but he can always read the room
if you feel clingy, then he won’t let you go
if you want your space, then he keeps the distance he knows you need, but he’s still just a room away in case you call out to him for anything at all
even if you’re having a particularly bad day and there’s a chance that you might snap at one of your friends or coworkers, you’ve never snapped at jaemin because he just knows exactly what to say and do
if you have to work the day it hits or the day its the heaviest, he makes sure he’s at home so he can be there when you finish your day
sometimes you’ll come back home and you’ll be okay, maybe on a good day where your body decided to give you a break or the pain meds you took really just did their job
other days though, you’ll open the door with a frown on your face, your eyes welling up with tears because the day was so long and nothing was going right and you’re just in so much fucking pain
he immediately leads you inside, helping you take off all your clothes and running a bath for you, complete with all of your favorite bubbles or muscle relaxing salts
jaemin must have an internal thermometer or something because the bath water is always right, never too hot or too cold
he’ll sit in the tub behind you so you can lean back against him while he softly scrubs shampoo into your hair and massages your scalp
he presses little kisses to your cheeks or shoulders or back every time he hears you sniffle, and he’ll give you his undivided attention if you decide to tell him about your day
theres a bottle of cold water right next to the tub for him to grab whenever you bend forward from a wave of pain; he rubs your arms or your thighs softly until it subsides, and brings the straw up to your lips for you
“you’re okay, baby, take a drink” and after you take a few gulps he’ll set it down and pat your flushed face with a cold fluffy cloth
if you’re up for doing your skincare, he’ll do it for you with you
he’ll brush your hair up into a ponytail and/or put on your matching fuzzy bunny eared headbands
he’ll wash your face for you with your cleanser, and his gentle fingers will smooth the face cream down your nose and across your cheeks (he likes to squish your cheeks together and kiss your pouty lips to make you giggle)
if it isn’t obvious by now, jaemin doesn’t let you lift a finger
after drying you off and getting you dressed up in his comfy clothes, the heating pad is already warmed up and ready for you on the bed
and i’ll just say it, i know what you’re thinking
no, jaemin is not at all opposed to helping you out if you’re feeling particularly.. needy
he didn’t necessarily mean to stumble upon the fact that orgasms help with period cramps
he was just researching ways to help you feel more comfortable
but he is more than willing to do whatever you want whenever you want, so this of course is not an exception
“jaem, i’m literally bleeding down there”
“yeah and?? we have towels”
he’s not trying to pressure you into doing anything you aren’t up for
he just wants you to know that anything he can do to make you feel better, he’s 100% willing to do, no questions asked
#needed my parasocial bf today sigh#jaemin#na jaemin#jaemin fluff#jaemin reaction#jaemin x reader#na jaemin fluff#na jaemin reaction#na jaemin x reader#nct dream#nct dream fluff#nct dream reaction#nct dream x reader#na jaemin headcanons#jaemin headcanons#nct dream headcanons#judah.doc
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Hole in One | Taeyong x Fem! Reader
a/n: 🤭 my first little one shot yay!! i hope y’all like it hehe.
notes: taeyong is bored and rich, reader is a cart girl at a country club, fluffy and smutty, overuse of the word hole lol
warnings: smut..thats abt it !
word count: 2.6k
Enjoy!! Tysm 🩷
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“You really need to stop staring at her. It’s weird.”
Johnny’s voice breaks Taeyong out of his trance.
“I’m not staring.” He grumbles. “I’m trying to think of what I want.”
“Is he staring at the beverage cart girl again?” Mark asks, standing up straight again, holding his golf club like a baseball bat over his shoulder.
Taeyong doesn’t know why he goes with the two to play the absolute most boring game he’s ever heard of. Golf was terrible. They had to wake up at ass o’clock and dress like they were going to church to get drunk on hot beer. All the while trying to hit the tiniest balls into holes a mile away and stand in the sun for 6 hours. He had no idea why he agreed to go with Johnny and Mark to a country club in the first place. It just wasn’t his style.
Then along came the little golf cart with drinks and snacks driven by you, the beautiful beverage cart girl. Two months and a ridiculous amount of club fees and a set of clubs he didn’t even know how to use later, here he still was.
“If you wanna talk to her so bad stop making me go buy shit from her dude.” Mark says as they get into the cart to go to the next hole. Taeyong sighs, pulling at the itchy white collared shirt he bought specifically to come here.
“It’s not that simple she’s probably just gonna think I’m like these old dudes who play here to creep on her.” Taeyong says. Mark and Johnny share a look. “For starters” Johnny begins. “You don’t look like you have one foot in the grave. She’s probably happy to see us here since we are most likely the youngest members of this stuffy club.” Taeyong shrugs. “Okay what’s your next point?”.
“Second of all, whenever she sees Mark walking up to the cart she immediately scans the field for you and whenever you aren’t paying attention she’s staring just as hard as you do.” Johnny smirks as Taeyong feels his face get hot. You stare too?!?! God that’s hot. Or weird? Embarrassing? Taeyong doesn’t know.
As the boys park the cart near the next hole, Taeyong hears the sound of another cart pulling up behind them. Before he turns around he hears Mark shout “Hey Y/N!”
Taeyong feels his blood run cold.
“Hi Markie! Hi Johnny!” You shout back, waving excitedly from the front seat of your cart. Taeyong wants to die from how pretty your voice is. “I came up here to see if you guys needed to get anything? It’s hot today!”
Taeyong can’t help but stare, still sitting in the golf cart. You just look so cute in your uniform. Perfectly white cap with a tank top and tennis skirt to match. God he feels nauseous.
“Yeah Taeyong wanted something I think.” Johnny says, throwing an evil smile at Taeyong who is plotting on how he can blow up his head with the power of his mind. “Y-yeah right.” He says quickly as he gets out of the cart and walks over towards you.
“Oh so you’re Taeyong! I see you with the boys all the time but I’ve never got to talk to you.” You smile as he stands in front of your cart. “I’m Y/N.”
Taeyong feels sweatier. You can’t be real.
“What did you want hon?” You ask him sweetly, and he feels like he’s melting into a puddle. “I’ve got some chips and sandwiches and I have some chocolate in the ice chest in case you want something sweet? Theres plenty of beer and water too!”
Taeyong stares blankly, too nervous to even breathe and then says shortly “Beer. Please.”
Yep, he’s already fucked up. With any luck his mind magic worked and Johnny will burst into flames at any moment now.
You smile and nod as you turn around to grab the beer from an ice chest. Taeyong tries to be a gentleman but can’t resist sparing a glance at your ass in the pristine white skirt. Nice.
“That’s gonna be $6.” You smile, handing him the drink. Taeyong realizes he didn’t even tell you what brand he wanted at that moment and looks to see you already knew his favorite. He finally manages to smile as he hands you the cash, only to walk away awkwardly to sit in the cart again.
“Okay you boys be careful! I’m gonna circle back around later to make sure you guys have plenty of water!” You wave to Mark and Johnny and beam at Taeyong again. Taeyong’s chest hurts. You are just too sweet.
Taeyong waits to hear the turn of your cart engine, but it never arrives. He turns to see you groan.
“Damn it’s dead.” He hears you grumble.
“Everything okay?” Mark asks you, and you sigh. “No my stupid cart died. I knew it was on it’s last leg but..” You trailed off. “God now I have to lug all this crap back to the clubhouse.”
“We can help you take your stuff back!” Johnny suggests. Taeyong takes back every bad thought he had against him.
“Oh are you sure? It’s kinda far and I don’t wanna interrupt your game!” You reply. Johnny shakes his head “No it’s alright, it’s too hot today anyway we we’re thinking about leaving early anyway.”
In that moment Taeyong knew there was a God and his name was Johnny Suh.
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Once everyone had all arrived at the clubhouse, Taeyong helped you bring the ice chests inside.
“Are you usually this quiet?” You ask suddenly “I don’t mean to ask in a rude way but after seeing how loud Johnny and Mark are it’s surprising to see how reserved you are.”
Taeyong feels his face get hot again. “Oh um….Not really. Just when I’m tired. It was pretty hot out there.” He chuckles, trying to seem light.
“Ah that makes sense.” You reply. You both leave the ice chests in the main office of the club house just as Taeyong’s phone begins to ring. You signal to him that you’ll be right back as he picks up the call.
“Hello?”
“Take Y/N home.” Johnny whispers. “This is your chance man. You take her home or to your place or whatever in your car me and Mark will just catch a cab.”
“Have you lost your damn mind?” Taeyong whisper yells “She’ll definitely think I’m a creep!”
“She’s always complaining about using a cab to go home, if she brings it up just offer! Worst thing she’s gonna say is no!”
Taeyong sighs as the call ends. Time to be a man he thinks. Johnny is right the worst thing you can say is no.
He turns around to ask you if you needed a ride and finds you standing there in a regular shirt and shorts. Somehow it makes all the more attractive to him.
“Oh um. Johnny had mentioned you complain about taking the cab alot so..” Taeyong begins. Come on be a man! A man!! He thinks. “I wanted to ask if you wanted to go get dinner or something and then I can take you home if you want?”
You stare at him briefly. You think to yourself it might be weird to accept and offer from a stranger, but you also know he’s super handsome and you’d be dumb not to.
“I’d love to!”
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Things continued to go well for both you and Taeyong. You had suggested he pick something up to go after you discovered he lived in such a nice apartment and you wanted to see if he really got away with drawing on the wall. Hearing this made Taeyong almost drive off a bridge, but he obliged.
As Taeyong drove up to his apartment complex, the only thing running through his mind was you. Your laugh your smile your voice. You were so perfect in his eyes.
And now you were going to be in his apartment. He was going to have to think of some way to repay Johnny and Mark one day.
“Wow! This place is great.” You said as you both walked inside. Taeyong smiled at your enthusiasm, setting the food down on the kitchen counter.
“Where’s you bedroom?” You asked, turning to face him. “I wanna see your drawings.”
Taeyong nodded and led you down the hall of his apartment and unlocked his bedroom door to let you in. Immediately you were greeted with neon lights and drawings that littered the wallspace.
“Wow…I really thought you were joking!” You giggled. Sitting on his bed, you admired more of the drawings on the wall.
Taeyong was suddenly aware he was still wearing his stuffy golf clothes. He started to change before he caught you staring at him shirtless. Cracking a smile at you he said “Can I help you?”
You quickly blushed and looked back toward the wall, embarrassed. “Oh I’m sorry for staring..”
Taeyong felt a wave of confidence overtake him as he walked to kneel in front of you, trying to make direct eye contact. “Honestly…it’s okay. I stare too.”
You faced him now, confused. “What do you mean?” Taeyong smiled softly at your expression. “I mean the only reason I even go to that stupid country club is to stare at you in your pretty little uniform all day.”
You stare into his big dark eyes waiting for some sort of change, but it doesn’t come. He’s serious now. You feel your face get even hotter.
Fuck it Taeyong thinks, and leans forward to kiss you softly, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you forward. You gasp at first, and then melt into him. He deepens the kiss and you moan softly, bringing your hands up to his dark hair.
Before he gets carried away, Taeyong pulls back. “I-is this okay?” He whispers softly, kissing down your neck to make you shiver in his grasp.
“Yes yes.” You whisper back. “I know it’s quick but I know I’ve wanted you ever since you started coming to the club.”
Taeyong feels lightheaded, and laughs as he pushes you down on his bed. “That’s good to hear.” He says, laying on top of you to continue kissing you harder.
Taeyong pulls away again to lift up your shirt and bra, revealing your bare chest. You feel yourself grow shy, but before you even have a second to process your thoughts you feel his mouth on your nipple.
“Fuck” You moan. Taeyong pulls away again and kisses the nape of your neck. “Everyday.” He whispers. “Every single day I was at that stuffy old club all I could think about was your cute little face and how badly I wanted to just flip up your tennis skirt and play with your pussy.” His words make your face feel impossibly hotter and you feel your panties start to stick to your gushing core.
“Taeyong…” You moan again, this time moving your hand down his warm chest and stomach to feel his hard bulge. “Please fuck me.”
“I will baby don’t worry.” Taeyong replies. “I’m just so happy you feel the same way.” He finally stops his ministrations on your neck to sit up and move your hair out of your face to get a better look at you.
“So pretty..” He muses, making you blush even more. Finally, he pulls down your shorts and admires the wet spot on your panties.
“Aw honey I barely even touched you..You’re so cute.” Taeyong says slowly rubbing your clit through your panties making you moan louder. “Hurry up please.” You whine to him.
“I know honey.” He whispers, pulling your panties off making you shiver as the air makes contact with your wetness. Taeyong slowly pushes a finger into your hole, making you whine at how easily he slips in. “Fucking hell.” He curses, amazed at how turned on you are. (And how turned on it makes him.)
“Taeyongie please give me more.” You moan out. Taeyong pushes in another finger quickly scissoring you open after hearing his new nickname. “You are so impossibly cute baby.” He whispers again.
Finally after deeming you ready he pulls off his shorts and underwear in one go. Your eyes widen at the size of his hard cock.
“Baby do you wanna turn around for me? Just for a minute?” Taeyong asks you softly. “I wanna see your pretty ass bounce on my cock first.” His words make you hotter, and without even thinking you’re laying on your stomach with your head in one of his pillows.
Taeyong slowly caresses your back and the moves his hands to grip your ass softly. “So fucking pretty.” He mumbles, lining up his cock with your hole finally.
You both moan when he sinks into you perfectly. Not even sparing a second he starts thrusting slowly, making you moan louder and louder.
“Fuck your so fucking tight around me honey. It’s crazy.” Taeyong babbles, obsessed with the way your ass bounces against him. You can only muster up a half groan in response to him. “Aww has my pretty girl gotten herself cock drunk already?” Taeyong teases you, going faster and harder, making you scream out. “That’s it baby let it out.” He says.
After a few minutes, you feel yourself getting closer to your peak. Suddenly Taeyong pulls out of you, almost making you sob in response.
“I have to see your pretty face when you come baby flip over for me.” Taeyong says, rubbing the small of your back before you quickly move onto your back. He leans down again to kiss at your neck and face before grabbing your cheek kiss you roughly, making you whimper.
Taeyong leans back to line himself up again and slowly pushes in, watching your expression change and once he’s bottomed out he starts of hard and fast, moaning in unison with you. For a moment you think about the shy person he was just a few hours ago, and this change makes you all the more wetter.
You feel yourself reaching your peak quickly, barely making out the words. “Taeyongie…m’gonna come.”
Taeyong leans forward to rest his fore against yours to ask “Where do you want me to cum honey?” The question pushes you further to the edge as you say “Inside.”
This makes Taeyong nearly burst at the thought of it. Soon enough, you feel him getting sloppy as he whispers in your ear “Cum with me baby I know you can my pretty girl.”
Moaning loudly you feel yourself squirt around his thick cock right as he finally explodes inside you, riding out both your orgasms before quickly flopping in the bed next you. He rolls over again to lay his head on your chest as you fight to control your breathing.
“God damn.” You finally say. Taeyong just laughs as he lays on your chest, snaking his arms around your torso to pull you even closer to him.
“Hey I just realized” He says “Our food is probably super cold by now.” You both look at each other for a moment before bursting into another fit of laughter.
As he watches you get up slowly to put the takeout in the microwave and begin a movie marathon Taeyong thinks maybe golf isn’t so bad after all.
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“everything about you is so beautiful.”
gojo saturo x gn!reader
(tw: body dysmorphia)
gojo had been so good to you. it was the season between fall and winter, and for first time in years, you got sick. “satoru, im fine. you don’t need to go to the market.” he waves his hand, “hot ramen is a necessity to get better. sleep, i’ll be back in 10.” he rushed away as you sighed.
you woke up an hour later. “morning,” gojo said w a smile. “morning. sorry about your ramen, it must be cold now.” he checked your temperature as he said, “dont be silly, i’ll heat it up,” he was now concentrating on the thermometer. “hmm, its not getting any better, better call shoko.” you shook your head, “dont call shoko for such an absurd thing, theres people seriously injured, toru.” he looked at you, “you’re important too. i’ll ask her to stop on her way back.” he got up to heat the ramen before you could say anything.
usually when you were sick, the feelings of depression, homesickness and body dysmorphia plagued you. this time was no different either. with every passing second you could feel your mental health deteriorating. “hey honey, ramen’s here,” gojo interrupted your thoughts. you tried to give him a smile and maybe you did because he smiled back “i’ll be right back.” you nodded. as your gaze goes to the ramen, you stare at it. you know you should eat it but maybe its better to starve, you liked how it felt anyway. you never wouldve realised how long you’d been staring until gojo put a hand on your shoulder. “youve been staring for a while now. everything ok?” you sigh as you say, “i wish it were gojo. i just- i don’t think i should eat.”
“why not?” you cleared your throat, “the answer is a bit silly. never mind that.” he looked at you, “am i serious anytime?” you laugh at that, “rarely,” he smiles seeing you laugh, “so tell me.” you hesitate, “i just have some body issues. serious ones. being sick strips away my appetite. not that it matters, i like the feeling of being starved.”
you’re nervous as silence follows your words. you regret saying anything at all so you try to just wave your hand to pretend its nothing, “im sorry.” gojo begins, “i just find it hard to being that you’d hate yourself. you’re everything to me.” oh. you didnt know what to say, which he somehow sensed. “you mean everything to me,” he repeated, “and i need you here w me. so please eat and get better.” he had a hint of seriousness, something truly unlike him. you nodded your head and he gave you the sweetest smile, one that made you realise he’s everything to you.
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I loved your recent post abt human Alastor x reader in the 1920s. Of course this is only a suggestion, what if you continued on with this? Maybe like having them move in with each other, start a family? Perhaps have a tragic ending that resulted both to go to Hell, or maybe reader be a fallen angel! Just all suggestions! Have a great day/night/evening<3
I dont know how long this was in here, I was scrolling through settings to mess around and found this, so I hope you didn't wait too long!
But this is one of my specialties and I'm honestly really flattered that you made a request!
The next day, the cops found a bloodied body in the alley beside the club. The corpse was too disfigured to recognize, knees bashed in backwards, jaw hanging loosely, ribs tearing out of the chest and a smile etched into the poor bloodied face as it hung on the wall.
Surely this was the work of the smiling killer in New Orleans, who else could it be?
No one had ever laid eyes on the killer and lived to tell the tale... except you.
You had been held by the psychopath in a loving embrace, wrapped up in a blanket on his couch.
For some reason, when you looked into this man's eyes, his gorgeous brown eyes as he softly smiled at you... you felt no fear, no urge to run or hide.
Yes you knew he had killed people, that he was no better than a monster... yet you couldn't help but think what made him this way. Everyone knows not to trust a bad apple, but not everyone suspects the tree that bears bad fruit... so you couldn't blame him, after all, why would you blame the apple for the trees wrongdoing.
Instead, you held onto him and stuck close.
Now you peacefully kneaded dough as your loving boyfriend drank his bitter coffee in your bakery as a customer walked in. Marjorie, a nice old lady who came by every second day for a box of beignettes.
"(Y/n)! Have you heard the news?"
You looked up from your dough, flour had stuck to your apron as you wiped your hands "What news, ma'am?"
"Theres been another murder!" As the words left her lips you could see alastor tense up as you studied him.
The poor lady was shaking as she opened her purse "it was a young fellow around your age! He had such a long life ahead of him too..."
You could see alastors hands shakily lift his cup to his lips.
"What a terrible thing! Here, have these on the house, as a thank you for your patronage" you smiled, handing her the box and pushing her change back towards her gently.
The lady smiled with a thank you before turning to leave.
"Say hello to Mr Broussard for me will you?" You waved at her as she closed the door.
As soon as the door closed you slammed the oven shut with the bread inside.
"ALASTOR HARTFELT!"
The coffee spewed from his lips as he stood up to face you "honey listen-"
"Don't you 'honey' me! You promised you'd stop this!" You placed your apron on the counter as you circled around to meet him at the cashier "You said you were out to go hunting!" You poked his chest as you cornered him.
"(Y/n) it wasn't a lie! I was hunting! For the scum of the earth!" Alastor held his hands up in defense from your accusations, trying to reason with you and get back onto your good side.
"You know damn well what I think of your little hunting!" You grabbed your purse and started for the door before he blocked your path.
"(Y/n), dearest, where are you going?" His smile could not hide the panic in his eyes.
"Away from you, I'll be at mimzys until you can decide which one you'd prefer to give up "you pushed him aside and opened the door "me? Or your little 'huntin'?" You slammed the door as you walked to mimzys club.
Just because you didn't care that he did the murders before, didn't mean you were okay with him continuing them. Part of you thought you could eventually get him to see the good in the world again and leave behind this cold blooded killing, he loved you enough to do that at least right? Then maybe when you two grow old and wrinkly, God could open the golden gates for both of you... if your foolish boyfriend could ever stop hurting innocent people...
You sat on the stool with mimzy, drinking a glass of wine.
"I just don't get it! How can he keep choosing to go 'hunting' almost every night, mimz?! Doesn't he see the danger?" You sighed.
The short blonde looked at you "what can I say dollface? Boys will be boys! They've gotta have some sort of hobby, an most of the time, it's a gruesome one! Why can't they just take up knittin or even painting? Always hunting or boxing I say" mimzy took a swig "and every night? That's harsh! Doesn't he see how pretty you are?"
The two of you giggled.
Nights like these were always nice, just you and mimzy sitting in the empty bar, drinking and talking the night away.
"At this point mimzy, I think its better for me to just stay alone though, it doesn't seem like he's changing anytime soon and I don't know how long I can take this" you looked down at the glass, running your finger along the brim...
"Its okay girly" mimzy rested her hand on your shoulder "I'm sure he'll come around eventually, either way, I'm here for ya"
She really was one of your best friends.
Your conversation was interrupted when you heard a slight creak in the floorboards behind you two, making you turn around.
"This place is really getting old, I'm gonna need to find a way to get a new place" mimzy sighed.
The night went by fast as you two talked, and before you know it, you were right back in front of your bakery, sign lights were off as you opened the door, silently clicking the lock before making your way to the upstairs where your humble abode resided.
Alastor most likely went to blow off some steam, he tended to do that after your arguments/fallout.
You had left in such a hurry that you forgot to take out the bread from the oven, but luckily, alastor had seen you bake many times and finished the loaf before placing it on the cooling rack.
By the time you finished downstairs, it was midnight as you started walking upstairs, exhausted from the days work and alastor fiasco.
When you opened your door, you were met with a nervous Alastor standing straight and tense in front of you.
"I have something to say-" you both said in unison.
Alastor seemed to tremble as the words left your lips, still unable to make eye contact.
"I know it's not very gentlemanly of me, but may I go first?" His words almost came out as a mumble as his smile was strained.
You nodded, indicating he may continue.
"Thank you" Alastor took a shaky breath before looking you in the eyes "darling, I know I haven't made it easy for you with my... hunting... but I promise-"
Anger boiling in your blood, you interrupted him "do you know how many times you've told me that lie, Alastor?" Your nose scrunched up in anger as you tried to hold back tears "how many more times am I going to keep hearing this?"
Alastors wide eyes showed the fear he had of losing you, making your heart ache even more than it already was.
"I promise... my dear, this is the truth" Alastor took a gentle step forward, eyes trained on the ground.
placing your hands in his "I've put a lot of thought into it... and although I don't like the idea of being unable to kill those filthy vermin... I realized i can't live in a world without you in my arms"
Alastor ran his fingers gently over your knuckles, a gentle smile placed on his lips, almost dropping to a frown.
"I can change... and I know you want me to, I'll put in the effort to become the man you want, the man you need..." Alastor lifted your hand to his lips, closing his eyes as he placed a soft kiss.
The anger you felt died down, but still hesitant, you asked "how can I be sure you mean it?"
Finally looking back into your eyes again, he knelt down on one knee, still holding your hands "I, Alastor Hartfelt, would like to ask you, (y/n) (l/n), for your hand in marriage, I swear on my mother's grave that I will never take your words lightly, love you with undying devotion, and never kill again" he then rested his forehead onto your knuckles gently before he desperately whispered "please"
This proposal was not exactly practical, considering your argument not even 6 hours ago. There was no ring, no classy dinner, it wasn't how anyone would imagine a marriage proposal, yet here you were, heart beating rapidly as you felt tears fill your eyes.
Your words felt stuck in your throat as you looked into your lovers eyes "do you mean it?"
For what felt like the first time, Alastors smile dropped as his face held a serious expression "with all my heart, ma' cherie"
Your knees buckled as you fell into his arms, tears streaming down your face as you held your lover tightly, whispering out a shaky "Yes" into his chest.
Months went by, the wedding went off without a hitch.
Mimzy was your maid of honor. No one else was really there for your wedding, considering your family had cut ties with you years ago, and all Alastors' relatives were either deceased or overseas.
Nonetheless it was a happy and joyful union.
Alastor had kept true to his word and never killed another human, kissing your shiny ring every night like a reminding prayer.
Your bakery gained popularity since you were now Mrs Hartfelt. But popularity has its downsides... it wasn't long until women started talking about you, jealous of your position as Alastors wife.
The words themself didn't hurt you much, but the constant harassment and inability to leave the house without being called a harlot, that was slowly getting to you.
Alastor had assured you many nights before bed that things would get better, and if need be, he would give up his career as a radio host. The poor man would do anything for your happiness, anything to assure that you'd stay his forever...Even kill if you'd permit him to.
But there was only so much Alastor could do... it wasn't until one evening when you failed to show up to your shared home that he began to lose it.
Alastor was on edge, thinking of all the possibilities, you could've been held back at the bakery by a man who held ill intentions, you could be checking in with mimzy or got taken by a jealous fan. So many thoughts raced through his head as he slowly made his way to the door to look for you, eventually deciding against it, sitting back down as he patiently waited for your return...
Except you didn't.
It wasn't until a whole sleepless night had passed when he decided to go search for you. But of course, he came home empty handed. Were you unhappy in this marriage? Did you elope with a man he didn't know about? Did you realize you didn't love him and run away?
The second option was to call the police, something he's never done before.
The police launched an investigation, it was only until a month later, you were found in an alleyway, someone had called the cops about a crazy woman attacking a man, the situation escalated to the man killing her in self-defense.
They found traces of drugs in your blood, filing you as a drug abuser.
your body was frail and malnourished, pale like it had been weeks since you last seen the sun.
Alastor was called to the scene to see if this lady was indeed his wife.
When he arrived, he felt like the world was about to open up and swallow him whole.
As his eyes fell onto your pale lifeless body, something snapped inside of him.
You were never one to use drugs, never one to attack someone for no reason... something was wrong.
He knelt down and held your hand with tears in his eyes. Although he had seen many dead bodies in his life, this was the one body he never wanted to see like this.
He hated how your body was treated the same as the trash that walked the earth, like a lowly peasant when instead, the world should weep for the loss of you.
'This is all wrong' he thought, as he cradled your body in his lap as your blood stained his white shirt, but he couldn't care less as the last ray of light left his dark world.
It was long after your funeral, he hasn't been able to sleep since then. Every night he'd wait until daybreak for your arrival, like this was all some twisted joke.
It wasn't until one day he realized you needed revenge.
Yes, he promised to never kill anyone, but that was when you were alive, when you were beside him, when he was able to fall asleep with you by his side every night, Before you were selfishly taken from him.
He hasn't slept in days, maybe weeks? He couldn't remember... all he knew was that the man needed to pay for what he did to you...
It took a while but he eventually found the lying heathen.
There he was, sitting at mimzys bar, the same bar he met you, sitting on the same stool that YOU would sit on... it made Alastor sick watching this man live like he didn't take you away from him.
Alastor walked in, and sat beside the wretched man.
"You seem familiar" Al questioned, sipping on his whiskey.
The smug bastard grinned before turning to him "I'm the hero that took down that crazy bitch not long ago"
It took all of Alastors' willpower to seem calm and oblivious.
"My, you must be quite the hero then, let me buy you a drink and you can tell me ALL about it" Alastor motioned for a drink to be served, and the unknowing bastard fell right into Alastors wicked game.
It didn't take long to say the least. This prick was an easy target, and now here he was, being buried in a forest in the middle of nowhere.
You surely would not be happy with your dear husband actions... but who could stop him now?
For months, the spilling killer of New orleans went on a rampage, almost no one was safe, not even dear old Marjorie...
Eventually, alastor had killed all the men and women involved in your kidnapping and drugging... and here he was, burying the last one...
What would he do now? You weren't there for him to return to... all his plans revolved around your future with him
I guess all he could do now
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Was Die
As if on cue, a bullet pierced Alastors skull straight through his forehead... as everything went black...
Hello! I've been working on this for a while now, at least a week, and I think I'm just going to make another part for this, keep an eye open for it cause it will hold the afterlife of these two lovers!
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Steve with reader who has a cold, just generic full on fluff with helping her have a warm bath, nothing spicy just domestic? :) <3 ly always
18+ for general nudity theres NOT smut/ any graphic descriptions, pure fluff! thank you for your request doting steve is the best! ly anon 1k wc
"Oh, gross. What the fuck's happening in here?” Steve asks, bursting through your bedroom door like a maniac.
You flinch awake, a wave of used up tissues falling off of your chest. "Steve?" you ask, though your nose is so plugged up that it comes out like, "Steeb?"
"I think my nose just started running, it's like the air is eighty percent vapor rub."
You pull your bed sheets over your face to hide from your boyfriend for about five seconds before the air gets too hot and you have to pull it down to just under your lips.
His eyes soften when he gets a good look at you. "Shit, you don't look good."
He strides straight to your window and throws it open and then to your side, tugging the sweat-damp sheets off of your tired body.
"I told you I was sick."
He sits by your knees, hands landing familiarly over your struggling chest. He spreads his hand, feels the clammy material with a frown. The smoothing of his hand over your skin is nice.
"You said sick, not dying."
"You're so dramatic," you complain weakly, your voice thick.
He pats your chest once. "Alright bub, up we come," he says, arms slipping under your back.
You moan as he pulls you up and in, his chin pushing over the dip of your shoulder in a hug. He rubs your back. You wish you could breathe through your nose if only to smell his scents, his bergamot and cedarwood, his hairspray and his skin.
"Steve, I'll make you sick."
"Sacrifices."
You're sweaty and too-hot, you smell sick and you look worse and Steve absolutely doesn't care, his skin on yours unflinching.
"I think," Steve says under his breath, pulling back to look down at your feeble hunch, the back of his hand pressed to your forehead, "that you need a bath."
"I'm too tired."
"I'll help you out, yeah? I'm, like, your personal hot male nurse."
You wrinkle your nose at him and the skin around your nostrils feels tight and dry. You wince, wanting to fall into his arms and never get back up again. Steve has other ideas, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and leading you into the bathroom. He shuts the toilet lid and sits you down gently.
"I don't want to be naked right now, I'm disgusting," you complain though you don’t really mind, content for him to do as he pleases. You're just happy he’s here.
"You've never been disgusting a day in your life. Icky, maybe. Slimy. Pretty underneath all the dirt, though, babe," Steve says as he turns on the faucet.
He sticks his hand under the stream until he's happy with the temperature and then pulls out a clean towel, tucking it over the towel rack and turning to you, smiling his pretty smile that always manages to calm you down.
You look up at him, breathing through your mouth, head heavy as a bowling ball. He rubs your shoulders lightly.
"Stevie…"
"I know. You're alright. Look, let's get this off you," he says, hands at the hem of your shirt. He helps you undress and encourages you to hang onto his waist as you step out of your pants, his hands waiting to catch you as you climb into the bathtub. It's not necessary – you're not dizzy, only aching and weak – but it makes you happy that he cares that much.
You feel better as the water rises, legs crossed and pulled up to your chest in an effort to maintain some dignity though it really couldn't matter less, your boyfriend having seen and loved on almost every part of you by this point. Steve sits on the lip of the tub with his arms crossed, only moving to reach out and rub the top of your back with the heel of his palm when you cough.
"The steam will clear you out, get you breathing easy again in no time," he promises.
You turn to him, bringing your hands from the water. They get the hip of his trousers regretfully wet as you grip the side of the bath and drop your head into his lap.
Steve heaves a sympathetic sigh and hugs you best he can in your positions. You're so tired and being this sick is miserable but his company, his care and his touch are all invaluable. You melt in his arms, quickly close to dozing.
"Don't fall asleep," he croons jokingly, "I haven't given you your sponge bath."
"You little freak," you murmur. He bursts into laughter, his chuckles rocking you and making the water around you ebb and wave. You feel like laughing too for the first time in at least a few days.
"Sorry I couldn't come see you sooner. I mean, I would've made it happen if I'd known you were this sick, I swear," he says.
"It's okay. I know you would've. I've only been this bad since last night."
"You could've called me."
"You worked overtime, I wouldn't do that to you."
"Do what? Let me take care of you? Shocker, loser, I want to do that. I wanna take care of you all the time."
You grumble into his lap and he mimics the sound fondly, rubbing the edge of your hairline, pushing against it.
"You want me to wash your hair, babygirl?" Made warm with affection his words come out quiet, like his lips aren't fully parted.
"Please?" you whisper.
He guides your head from his lap and strokes your face before giving you a good pat on the cheek. "I'm gonna have you clean as a whistle in no time," he says with pride. He tilts his head thoughtfully. "Then I'm changing your gross sheets. You couldn't pay me to cuddle on those bad boys. There's, like, an eighth grade science experiment happening in there."
"Bet I could persuade you," you say, not believing it yourself.
"You definitely could. Dunk your head, I wanna wash your hair before the water gets cold."
#steve harrington#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington fanfic#stranger things fic#stranger things x reader#stranger things
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"listen to me.. take deep breaths, yes follow my breathing just like that. theres no need to panic, i'm right here now, aren't I? you're safe"
Jake or Bob helps you through a panic attack plz!
it's Jake that finds out outside The Hard Deck.
you've only been standing out there for a few minutes, choking on your sobs, keeping your feet firmly planted on the concrete. you're trying to stave it off--that acidic panic that's climbing your spine, making your hairs stand on end. but it's overwhelming you already, pressing against your teeth and licking your heels.
"there you are," Jake says, a goofy smile plastered to his lips--the one he only gets when he's tipsy or looking at you. and right now, it's a little bit of both. "been lookin' everywhere for you!"
he closes the door behind him and squints through the dusk, locating the back of your body as you quiver minutely and stare out across the dark beach and the rolling waves.
"needed some fresh air?" Jake tries again, stepping towards you.
but then he hears it--the tiny sounds of your upset. the sharp sniffling, the unhelpful deep breaths, the little unmistakable whimpers when you manage to choke down your saliva.
"hey," Jake says, suddenly feeling more sober now. he pushes past the random patio furniture and presses his hands against your shoulders. you hardly move beneath his touch, just stifling sobs and that's all. "babygirl, what's-a matter?"
that's all it takes for you to break finally. you bend at the hips and sob out into the open, a choking and sordid thing, clutching your chest as your heart fruitlessly tries to hammer its way out.
"alright," Jake says softly, his brow creased in concern. he maneuvers himself so he's standing before you, anchoring himself to your body by his solid grip on your hips. "s'alright, hold on," he whispers.
carefully, he holds onto one of your legs and pulls up, which leaves you grasping for purchase on his shoulders.
"I've got ya," he promises, "just gonna take these pesky heels off, huh?"
you allow him to do that, firmly planting your bare feet in the cold sand, burrowing your toes deeper and deeper until your teeth are chattering.
Jake soothingly rubs your legs, kissing your hips. he knows how this all goes by now, what it's like loving a pilot who lost their wingman, what can trigger your trauma. he always allows you to get those initial sobs out, the ones that he knows make your head ache, but it's when you start hyperventilating that he takes the next step.
"listen to me, babygirl," he says, his voice velvety and smooth. he holds your face, strokes your wet cheeks with his calloused thumbs. and then he ducks to be in your field of vision. then he puts on the show--wrinkling his nose, inhaling deeply. "you smell that?"
and through your tears, you're just able to make out that grimace on his face, just able to see how serious he looks.
"Jesus, what is that?"
you fall for it every time, taking a deep breath in through your nose, inhaling precisely nothing except salt air and the beer lingering on his breath.
"there you go," he soothes, petting your face. "I've got you, babygirl. you're alright. standing in the sand with me outside The Hard Deck, huh? everything's okay," he tells you.
the panic is subsiding already, which you know is a little bit because of the cold sand on the soles of your feet and a lot a bit because Jake is here, on his knees, coaching you through this like this is the only thing in the world he cares about.
he knows you're coming down when your grip loosens on his shoulders, when your breaths become deep and less pitiful.
"there she is," he mumbles, honing in on you and only you--disregarding all his friends just inside the building, a few too many shooters split up between them. "you've got it."
when you're finally able to wipe your face, looking down at him, he smiles up at you with his brows knit.
"you tricked me," you mumble to him, voice hoarse.
"and I'd do it again," he tells you with a grin.
#yes I stole that one bit from The Lost City next question#m answers#drabbles#jake hangman x y/n#jake hangman x reader#jake seresin x reader#jake seresin#jake hangman seresin#jake seresin imagine#jake seresin smut#jake seresin top gun#jake seresin x you#hangman top gun#top gun hangman#hangman seresin x reader#hangman angst#hangman seresin#hangman x reader#hangman x you#hangman fluff#hangman smut#jake seresin fluff#jake hangman fic#jake hangman imagine#hangman imagine#marry hangman :)#hangman fanfiction
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idea for kappa bc you said that theres not enough for him in your inbox!! :3
kappa really hates when you touch yourself because he thinks that hes the only one that can make you feel good, but because he hasnt fucked you in a little too long so you deal with it yourself yk 🤭 and then he catches you and has you suck his cock and doesn't let you cum cuz you were touching yourself ehehehe
oo, and maybe some hair pulling and face fucking hehehe
sincerely, artie ☆
thank you!! this is such a good idea
"tell me you own me." | kappa
off to the races. - lana del rey
✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @livingdead-materialgirl
reader x kappa
word count: 1121
contents: caught masturbation, slight degrading, slight praise, blowjob, hair pulling, face fucking
no matter how good it felt, you just couldn’t shake the sickening feeling of dread that was spreading in your gut. kappa was controlling and overprotective, but you loved him dearly. and you knew the grave consequence that would come if he knew what you were doing.
still, you continued your fast, steady motions as quick breaths escaped from your lips. your body began to shake as your mind got so fuzzy from the immense amount of pleasure you were feeling. it had been painfully long since you had been touched like this. you would have preferred if it was him instead, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
you felt yourself crawling ever so close to a satisfying orgasm, already feeling traces of cum covering your fingers. you covered your mouth as the moans that slipped out grew to an alarming volume. getting caught now would land you in boiling hot water, but you were just so close.
you bucked your hips into your touch, tears brimming your eyes as your brain was becoming completely fucked out. your fingers were lubricated with your own liquid as you quickened your pace just a little more, desperately trying to reach a perfect orgasm. as you felt every muscle in your body responding to the sensations, your eyes slammed shut, bracing yourself for the wave of pleasure that was about to hit.
you could hear the cum leaking out of you but right at that moment, a firm hand grabbed your wrist with great force, and you knew that you were in for it. your eyes sprung open, only to be met by a set of icy cold blue ones just an inch away from yours. you felt every ounce of pleasure shrivel up inside of you as his angry glare burned into your soul.
you wanted to gasp, but your lungs folded in on themselves. you brace yourself for whatever punishment he has prepared for you. when you hear him chuckle darkly, you know that it was going to be a long night. as he spoke, a shiver travelled through your spine. “just couldn’t wait up for me, hm? little whore just wanted to feel good so badly…” he ran a finger over your slit, making you twitch as he drew up some cum.
he rubbed your liquid between two fingers, looking at the mess you had made of yourself. “you’re in for it tonight, sugar. you’ll be lucky if i haven't completely ruined you by the end of the night.” his voice comes off as smooth and silky like honey, but the threat makes your blood run cold.
you opened your mouth to say something, but he swiftly flipped you around, making you sit up as he rested back on the headboard. his eyes held a cold glare on you. you glanced down for a moment, noticing that he was fighting a massive bulge that was just begging to be touched. as much as he hated to admit it, seeing you all vulnerable like this just wanted to make him fuck your brains out until you forgot how to speak. and he always got what he wanted.
he sits himself up straight, pushing your head down a little so you're face-to-face with his bulge. “i think you’ve gotten enough pleasure for one night. it just breaks my heart to see you touching yourself when you know that i do it so much better…” as he allures your little mind with his words, he starts undoing his pants, letting his rock-solid cock spring out and tap your nose.
you gasped, seeing how angry and red the tip was. a few veins on the side were already pulsating. you just looked at the sight in front of you, mouth gaping open slightly. he instantly got impatient with you. “you touch yourself but can’t even pleasure me, huh?” and with that, he pushed your head down, making you take the whole thing at once.
you instantly gagged as tears filled your eyes. you felt your throat clench around his length as the tip touched the very back of it. “o-oh, fuck..!” a deep groan emerged from the depths of his soul. his hands found the back of your head as he pushed you down and pulled you back up again at a medium pace.
he gets louder as you start getting into it, swirling your tongue and pressing his cock to the roof of your mouth as you tried to get different reactions out of him. he bit his lip as he threw his head back into the headboard. you pressed your tongue onto the underside of his length, making him shiver.
his deep moans of pleasure filled the room along with the sounds of your gagging and gurgling. in an attempt to gain even more satisfaction, he started bucking his hips into your sore little throat. spit bubbled from the corners of your mouth as large tears started streaming down your face. he was in a state of complete and utter bliss, only being able to mutter a few words every now and then.
“yeah… take it, bitch.” his raspy voice came out in short, quick breaths as he pulled your hair at his own rhythm. you were making such a mess, spit drooling down your chin and neck, soaking his balls. he movements began to lack their composure as he groaned your name in sweet praises.
you made direct eye contact with him, your teary eyes and spit-covered face making his tip drip with precum. the taste hit you unexpectedly, making you gag once again. he could only manage to get a few words out. “g-gonna cum… swallow it for me. swallow it all like a good little whore.” before you had time to prepare yourself, a loud groan escaped his lips as he grabbed your head, pushing you all the way down.
a mix of cum and spit poured out of the sides of your mouth. he lazily thrusted into your throat a few more times before pulling you off, finally allowing you to catch your breath. remembering his instruction, you swallowed every last drop of his cum as he gently stroked your cheek. he was still catching his breath and regaining his composure before tucking his softening cock back into his pants.
you wiped some of the spit from your lips, feeling your heart palpitate in your chest. he pulled your face up to his, the cold glare from before returning. “now, i trust that i won’t catch you disobeying me ever again.” you simply nodded as he laid down and allowed you to rest your head on his chest. you lied, but that was all part of the fun.
auhtor's note: thank you for the kappa request!! i loved this one a lot. smth about facefucking has my heart idkk 🤭
#rory culkin#rory culkin smut#kappa black mirror#kappa smut#black mirror#smut#x reader#fiction#blowjov#444rockstargf#lana del rey
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Heatwave
Bakugo x GN! Reader
Warnings: None
A/N: I AM SO SORRY I HAVNT BEEN UPDATING. I could not think of anything to write, writers block sucks ass man i swear 😭 and this idea popped in my head cuz of this stupid heat, so have this short and sweet drabble lol lemme know if theres any spelling mistakes or anything like that pls and thanks! <3
It was in the middle of june, and today was a day that was unbearable to you and katsuki: a heatwave.
Espicially for katsuki, considering his quirk and assuming he has higher body heat.
And that's why you are where you are right now. With you laying with your back on the couch, only wearing a bra and panties, and Katsuki sprawled out on the floor in a starfish shape also on his back, only in his boxers.
The air conditioner was on and there was a rotating fan. Then there were you and katsuki, both with your eyes closed and had those little eletric fans in your hands, so katsuki's fan was facing you, and your fan facing down at him.
After a couple minutes of silence, you spoke up.
"Do you want a cool damp towel?" You ask, glancing down at him.
Katsuki nodded and mumbled, "Yes please."
You hand Katsuki the fan in your hand and stand up, heading to the kitchen to grab two dish towels and you ran cold water in the sink, putting the towels underneath the stream of water, then squeezing any excess water out of it and headed back to the living room.
You plop back down onto the couch and drop one of the towles over your face, throwing the other one at Katsuki's face as you breathe a sigh of relief.
"Feels so much God damned better.." Katsuki muttered, putting the towel over his face.
You let out a grunt in agreement as you glanced down and take the fan back to face it towards him again, and vice versa.
So you both hate summer and its heat waves. But even in the dying heat, you both found ways to care for eachother.
#bakugo#bakugo x reader#bakugou x you#katsuki bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#Bakugo drabble#bakugou x reader#bakugou imagine#bakugou fluff
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FROM A-FAR nathan doe
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.
↳ 𝐀/𝐍. ive had a heart attack and a half writing this oh my god this shit was the most stressful fic ever for no reason
↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. nathan doe x reader
↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. in which reader surprises their boyfriend
↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? yes! . . . "OK THEN. Could you do a fic with nate where she goes to visit him as a surprise and is all excited and sht, and then they go play hockey but the reader is rlly bad and he leads her and helps her" ( anonymous )
this is kind of different from the request, but i still kept it around the similar lines ig (theres still the surprise as well as hockey)
reaching the hockey rink you've stood in so many times before, you cant help but feel a tinge of nervous run through your body as you park. you've been in los angeles for almost a month, now spending time with your family, and haven't been able to see nathan in weeks.
of course, you guys get to talk on the phone, but it just really wasn't the same. the two of you were lucky enough that you only had a three hour time difference, but it was still hard to keep up with the well needed communication to sustain a relationship.
you planned it all out with the triplets, your surprise. nate expects you to be showing up on thursday, four days in the future. but you booked an earlier plane ticket and arrived sometime this morning.
chris had let you know ahead of time that him and his brothers would be at the rink watching nathan play, and it would be the perfect opportunity for you to show up.
quickly as time starts to tick before the puck drop, you throw on your gray hoodie, and then nathan's extra jersey overtop of it. hopeful that the double layering will help you fight off the cold.
stepping out of your car, your immediately embraced by the chilly air that you most definitely didn't miss while you were in california. a soft breeze wisps past your ankles as you fight to keep your hair in place; not really in the mood to have to run to the bathroom to make sure you look alright.
racing to get inside the still equally as cold building, you throw your hood up just in case nate is already on the ice- not wanting him to see you until after the game.
looking up into the seats, you immediately spot matt, nick, and chris, whom currently wave frantically at you. you've missed the boys too, they're some of you're best friends and you haven't seen them in just as long as you've last seen nate. which sucks, being away from your found family for so long.
a large smile hits your face as you run up the large steps, hurriedly reaching your friends. they all stand up and embrace you in a group hug, desperately trying to keep everyone from toppling over.
as the boys are excitedly greeting you and welcoming you back to boston, they're quickly interrupted by the speakers turning on with a small hiss, and the booming voice of the announcer is heard overhead.
the four of you sit down, and you wrap your arms tightly around your body, trying to fight the cold.
smiling, you watch as nathans team starts to skate out onto the ice, raising their sticks up in the air as the audience begins to get fired up.
two teammates rush onto the ice, and then there's nathan. "number five!" the announcer roars, "nathan doe!"
the sight of your boyfriend nearly makes you melt right to the ground, only to ever be seen again as the happy puddle on the floor.
finally seeing him in person, you now realize how deeply you've missed the kid. how much you missed his bright warm smile, the way his sweet brown eyes boar into yours, and the way his contagious laugh immediately brings up the room.
you cant help but notice how dopey your grin becomes when he takes off his helmet, lifting it high above his head with a large grin present on his face. his eyes lighting up as the cheers for him ring delightfully in his ears.
. . .
your simple admiration of the boy is enough to make the game go by fast. before you know it, your sitting on the edge of the seat, anticipation rising as there's only 7 seconds left and the game is tied 3-3.
nate skates backwards for a split second, but just long enough for the puck to be shot in his direction. spinning around on his blades, he shoots the puck and scores the final goal.
the crowd stands up in a roar, screaming for their home team as they take the game.
it takes everything in you to not run right down to nate and pull him into a much missed embrace.
once the players are back in their locker rooms, you and the triplets make your way down to the hall. the boys leave you with goodbye hugs before heading out to their minivan. leaving you in the hallway as butterflies swarm your stomach in excitement, as well as nerves.
peaking around the corner, you check who's coming. two of nathan's teammates lead, while nate stands at the end of the hall talking to his coach.
you lock eyes with one of the boys, elton, and he gets excited. "oh hey y/n!" he calls out. you're well liked among the team. you tag along nate a lot when they go on group outings, so everyone knows you.
your eyes widen, and you quickly hide behind the corner again. elton gives you skeptical look before you hear your name get called out again. this time in more confusion the excitement.
"y/n?" nates voice rings in your ears. his voice uttering your name gives you immediate butterflies.
not making yourself visible, you hear the sound of someone gently shoving past someone and appearing at the corner.
when nates eyes land on you, they widen along with his smile.
shock radiates off his presents, but is overwhelmed with happiness and love. "oh my god," he giggles. quickly pulling you into a warm hug. "i thought you weren't getting back till thursday?" he questions, pulling back just far enough to meet your eyes.
you shrug with a gentle smile, "there was a slight change of plans." you giggle, pulling him back in to kiss him for the first time in what feels like years.
he turns his head to deepen the kiss, but you laugh and softly put your palms on his shoulders to separate yourself. he nonetheless chases after your lips, not wanting to break away. but you nudge him again with a smile. "calm yourself kid," you giggle.
nathan rolls his eyes before getting excited, "did you see my goal?" he asks with contempt flashing over his face. "there was two seconds left on the clock!"
smiling, you nod, "i did. i saw the whole game, you did amazing, love."
he smiles, pulling you into another hug. "god, i missed you so much. you don't even know."
pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder, you smile. "i missed you so much, baby."
↳ 𝐀/𝐍. PART 2 i miss playing hockey oh my god
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#nathan doe#nathan doe x reader#nate doe#nathan doe fic#nathan doe x you#nate do x reader#nate doe fic#nate doe x you
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and if i could let it ride i'd take my time and free my mind
one. — two. — three. — coming soon.
hiccup haddock x reader
a/n. gn reader. theres one mention that implies reader believes in gods. we're pretending night furys aren't quite as fast as they are in canon/or you can imagine elsa is just somehow even faster if you want. unlike the past chapters, this one ends abruptly because part 4 will be set immediately after this ★ 1.7k
the air tastes like freedom, and with the way elsa pierces through the wind with more enthusiasm than you've seen since last winter, you know she feels that same magic.
depending on where you go, the air is always crisp and biting, but it isn't always new. there's a time of year where something beautiful lays to rest her weary head until next year, leaving way for something magical to rise in her wake. it's the feeling of knowing the snow is fresh and the world is stopping just for a special moment, to say, "look at this, look at me, look at everything i can do." and you thank the gods every year, that you have lived to see another one of these seasons.
your arms whip up to feel the cold air run through your skin as elsa whips through just above the surface of the ocean, playfully dropping a wing to spray water up at you.
you laugh brightly, tilting your head up to gaze at the clouds racing by, and it takes everything in you to not fall and lay down on elsa's back — the idea in theory representing a perfect pastime, but in reality the one thing that could ruin your mood right now would absolutely be taking an unforeseen dip into the freezing sea lest you slip.
your eyes shut for a moment as you just sit like this, balling your hands into fits before thrusting them in the air excitedly and leaning down on your chest to rest your head atop elsa's.
she chirps at you in greeting, and flies a little further up from the sea to spare you from being splashed.
"i feel so alive," you whisper to her, a tradition at this point; ever since the first time the two of you flew through a day just like this, and you'd declared you'd never felt so alive to her. the sentiment still reigns true every year, and elsa always agrees.
on days like these, you're reminded just how fast she can fly and for just how long she never seems to tire — especially if she's close to the sea.
you don't know for sure how long you've been out here, but you near the island you've met hiccup halfway on in the past up ahead, and feel the same sensation you do when anticipating a new season as you approach it.
"what do you think?" you mutter to your dragon, and she's already dipping to graze the cold water of the ocean to fly just above the surface, circling the island.
the season is absolutely — at the very least partially — to blame for your boldness in going as far as to seek out someone you are usually terrified of looking your way. the world feels safer at times like these, and you almost feel as though you can be yourself, as though you could act like a normal friend.
elsa makes it halfway around the island before you spot hiccup and toothless flying past it, and you find yourself overcome with the urge to yell out jovially to get their attention.
however you bite your tongue, already seeing elsa's own bold plan of sneaking up on them unfolding, and you find you like her idea much more — it feels more like you.
"shhh," you playfully whisper to your already deadly silent dragon, as she glides just far enough behind and below them that she's gone completely undetected.
you have to hold a hand to your mouth to contain a giggle as she slowly rises; still completely unseen.
they finally notice you at the exact same time, both with an identical whip of their heads to your direction.
your hand falls back to hold onto elsa and the other raises to wave, leaving your wide grin on show as hiccup's brief distress at a possible threat becomes his own bright smile.
"you!" he exclaims, like he wants to say a proper greeting but the pleasant surprise caught him off-guard.
"me!" you reply so easily, talking freely having never felt so natural.
"i didn't think you'd be here," he says.
you shrug happily, "i'm always here," referring more to being in the sky this time of year than just the small island.
beneath you, elsa and toothless seem to have been staring at each other this whole time, not in any aggression, but you see toothless's eyes and recognise the glint of competition in them from elsa's own.
hiccup picks up on this a moment later after quietly asking his dragon, "what's going on, bud?" and spares a glance to see you almost smirking with both hands securing themselves on elsa.
in the blink of an eye, the unspoken race begins, and elsa is surging forward and swiftly surpassing toothless, dipping almost imperceptibly closer to the surface of the ocean, knowing she's even faster the closer she gets.
your hearing is enveloped by the strong wind racing past, but a quick cheer from hiccup breaks through the noise as toothless flies past you, now ahead of elsa by a significant distance.
this doesn't discourage her though, and if anything it draws your dragon to grow even more determined, flapping her wings with a vibrating strength followed by bringing them close to her body. you lean down as flat against her as you can, holding on tight as her now tearing through the air like an arrow makes you feel like you could be flung off at a single wrong move.
(you'd laugh at the memory if the wind in your face wouldn't whip your breath away, knowing full well you have been hurled off her back after not being fully prepare for just this.)
she reaches toothless, and flies just a bit further past him when she unfurls her wings to do the heavy lifting once more.
your eye catches hiccup's own mirthful ones and you can tell it's only a matter of time before he pulls a trick out of his sleeve to get ahead again.
you have to crane your head slightly to get a good look at them as elsa gains a lead, and frown when you notice them slowing down ever so slightly as hiccup's hand runs down the back of toothless's neck.
"they're up to something," you whisper to elsa as you try to keep a watchful eye on your competition, but it gets caught in the breeze when the night fury that was just trailing behind, now has caught up to you. he growls proudly, not-so-subtly showing off his new "v" shaped flaps that run from his neck to his tail.
hiccup seems proud too, especially when the two suddenly dip out of your view. you whip your head up and down, left and right, trying to spot where they disappeared to — gasping when toothless appears on your other side swiftly, and hiccup winks.
your mind stutters for a moment, not even realising the two have flown ahead of you again, and instead suddenly acutely aware of the freezing tip of your nose being drowned out by the growing warmth across your cheeks.
elsa, however, grumbles at your disracted demeanour, and speeds up as much as she possibly can, before making a warning 'yelping' sound to you, telling you to prepare for what she's about to do.
her sudden plunge breaks you out of your stupor, and as soon as her downward motion ceases, you sit up straight — this being something you've rarely seen in action and have grown confident in, but all the well familiar with the consequences if you don't raise yourself as far up from the sea as possible.
you know elsa has hit the water from the way her body grows colder, like ice, and you quickly feel the rest of her body submerge with your feet all the way up to where your knees dangle by her sides.
the water rushing past you nearly reaching your hips is heavier than the air above, and you know for yourself it would feel like trying to fly through honey, but for elsa, the water surrounding her only serves to fuel her.
even as the freezing water engulfs the lower half of your body, you reach a hand out to graze the surface. flicking the water with your cold fingertips, you imagine it absorbing into your skin with an ethereal glow, wondering how it feels for elsa to have something so simple yet so powerful coursing through her — funnily enough — like a fire.
toothless is still ahead of elsa, but she's now hot on his tail with her built up speed, and you're regaining focus from the coldness sinking away from your body, holding on tight in preparation for the light show elsa will embodying and soon zoom by her competition.
you find, as elsa rises, that your mind had been just as enveloped as hers in the water — for the moment your feet hang back out in the open air and the water is already dried off your hand, you can suddenly feel hiccup's gaze on the two of you, a heat you'd have quickly and self consciously noticed in any other situation.
you can't find it in yourself to look away from him now, and you can't stop examining his every facial expression — the wonder in his eyes, his surprised smile, and the way you swear it grows when he notices you're looking at him again — as elsa reaches the same height as toothless again; bringing the two of you face-to-face
you can tell the way his eyes are lit up he's curious about every intricate details of what elsa is capable of, his mind reeling at the sight of something he's never even imagined before. it's like he's been shown the stars for the first time, like the constellations are forming before his eyes, and you don't miss the way his eyes flickering from your dragon to you with warm cheeks impacts your heartbeat.
it only lasts a moment though, because the second elsa is side-by-side with toothless once more, you're holding on tight and she's soaring past in a blur.
the world around you feels secondary to the floating feeling of moving this fast, and your eyes shut protectively in face of the air pinching at your skin — but the smile on your face is unstoppable, as elsa's speed leads the two of you to a well deserved win.
#i listened to “dragon racing” from the the httyd 2 soundtrack on repeat while writing this and and it absolutely enhances the experience#and apologies for the wait between chapters#taking flight (my writing)#hiccup haddock x reader#hiccup x reader#httyd x reader#how to train your dragon x reader#httyd imagine#httyd fanfiction#hiccup horrendous haddock iii x reader#hiccup horrendous haddock lll x reader#hiccup horrendous haddock the 3rd x reader
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we are never ever getting back together - s.b
❥ sirius black x fem!reader
❥ summary; after you and sirius break up for the milionth time, you swear you two are never ever getting back together.
❥ warnings; toxic relationship, cheating accusation (didn't decide if sirius actually cheated or not), reader slutshames sirius, if theres more, tell me
❥ word count; 1,595
❥ a/n; based off wanegbt by taylor swift
it was just a regular day for you and sirius. you knew it shouldn't be, but it was.
shouts filled the apartment where you two lived together and you were sure your neighbors were going to complain about the loud noises you two were making. and they had every right to do so. after all, it was middle of the night.
"god, y/n!" sirius let out a frustrated groan, putting his head in his hands. "i'm so fucking tired of this. can you just let it be? nothing happened anyway, you're just being dramatic. as always."
you let out a gasp, feeling offended a little.
"me?" you screamed. "dramatic? well, who do you think i learnt it from, you dick?"
he rolled his eyes and poured himself a bit of whiskey.
"just tell me you slept with her and this fight can be over," you almost begged him. "this," you pointed to yourself and him. "this can be over."
he put his drink down. "i'm gonna say it for the last time," he spoke too calmly for your liking. "i didn't sleep with her. i didn't sleep with anyone."
"then why don't i believe you?"
"it's not my fault you've been cheated on so many times you developed trust issues," he said through gritted teeth. "you should trust me if you want us to work."
you wanted to slap him. more than ever before. "well, if you want your partner to trust you, you shouldn't have gone around and fuck everything that has a pulse in your past and especially now when you're in a relationship!"
he sighed and waved his hand. "this is pointless. you are pointless."
he turned around and his back was now facing you. he was walking towards the bedroom. before he could slam the door, you yelled at him.
"we are done. we are over, sirius, and let me tell you: we are never ever getting back together!"
he didn't respond. instead some of his stupid indie records filled the silence and you cursed under your breath before walking down the hall and putting on your sneakers and the first jacket you reached for. then, you opened the door of your apartment and stepped out, your eyes meeting a neighbor who was just probably about to knock at your door and tell you to shut up. you slammed the door behind you as loud as you could, letting sirius know you were feeling only rage.
"i'm sorry, sir," you apologised to the neighbor who jumped at the loud noise of door slamming. "i promise you that this was the last time."
we are never ever getting back together we are never ever getting back together
your best friend lily evans was kind enough to let you in her apartment. well, she didn't really have a choice when you knocked on her door all shaking from rain and cold. you knew it was raining but you were feeling so angry that you forgot an umbrella on your spontaneous way out.
"did you mean it?" lily asked next morning when you two sat at her kitchen table with a cup of coffee. you could hear the water in her bathroom running, meaning james, her boyfriend, spent the night and was definitely going to investigate what happened between you and his best friend.
you looked at lily with raised eyebrow.
"did you mean it when you yelled at him that you two are never getting back together?"
you shrugged. did you really mean it? "i don't know. maybe i said it just out of anger, i'm not sure. i really love him, you know? but, god, it really is so fucking exhausting keep fighting, breaking up and then making up and then fight again, break up and make up and repeat." tears started streaming down your cheeks. "god."
in that moment, james walked into the kitchen and you quickly wiped your tears. he bent down and pecked lily's lips, smiling at her. at the sight of your teary eyes, however, his smile fell.
"oh, hi," he said and waved at you awkwardly. you could see he didn't know what to say and you questioned if you really wanted him to say something. he was probably going to defend sirius and say you two belong together anyway.
"hi," you greeted him back quietly.
lily's phone beeped and she looked at it. "it's marlene," she informed. "she's asking if i know where are you at the moment." she glanced back at you. "do you want me to tell her you're here?"
"yeah, sure." marlene asking about you meant she was probably at your and sirius' flat and your ex boyfriend told her you weren't there. he probably had that glare on his face that he had the morning after a fight too.
you, lily and james spent drinking coffee in silence. you desperately wanted to sort this shit out with the help of lily but with james there, you didn't say a single word.
marlene arrived about ten minutes later and the first thing she said was, "what the hell happened between you and black? he acted like a prick."
you snorted emotionlessly. "when does he not?" you put your cup down. "what did he do?"
"well, i wanted to give you the top i borrowed from you, here you go by the way," she handed you your top. "and so i got into your building and i heard bunch of people there talking about some kind of argument that happened in the middle of the night. well, anyway, i knocked at your door and it took sirius an eternity to open. and i noticed something was wrong like immediately but i didn't ask him. instead, i asked him if you're home. he said 'no' and before i could ask where you were, he slammed the door right in my face."
you rolled your eyes. that was so typical of him.
"we had a fight."
"about what?" marlene asked.
"think he slept with a girl from work."
you heard james snort behind you. "no, he didn't."
"james," lily warned.
you looked at him with a cold look in your eyes. "you may be his best friend but you and him are not the same person so why don't you shut your mouth and don't talk about things you have no idea about?"
james's face fell. he cleared his throat and thankfully, kept his mouth shut.
marlene's voice shook a little as she spoke. "you sure he slept with that girl?"
you shrugged. "even if he didn't, we would be better without each other.
the blonde took a seat next to lily and reached for your hand, squeezing it. "i'm very sorry."
we are never ever getting back together we are never ever getting back together
for a week, you and sirius didn't speak. at all.
during that time, all the leaves turned red, orange and yellow and you took a walk everyday with earphones in your ears to clear your head.
you distanced yourself from your friend group and stayed at your parents' house for a while. you were lucky enough not to see sirius at all even though you've been going to his favourite places.
now, you were again on one of your walks. with a coffee you bought in a nearby café earlier, you sat down on a bench in a park.
you looked around the park. there were a lot of people but they were mostly couples who found the autumn weather romantic, making you think about you and sirius and how those people used to be you two. you couldn't even think about one time in the past three months when you and him went out together without fighting about anything.
you took a sip of your coffee and hugged your coat closer to your body. at that moment, your eyes fell on two familiar people walking towards you. you sighed, taking off your headphones.
"hey, y/n," said lily.
"hi, lils," you smiled. "james."
he nodded.
"how are you doing?" the redhead questioned and you shrugged.
"been better, been worse." the next words the couple was going to hear slipped out of your mouth quicker than you could stopped yourself. "how is. . . he?"
james and lily looked at each other and the man said. "he's. . . okay?"
you weren't surprised. you didn't expect him to be affected by your fight and break up.
"no, not like that," said lily immediately when she noticed the look on your face. "he's been. . . sort of going around telling people that you two are going to get back together soon."
your mouth opened in shock. "well, we're not. definitely not soon. i need space, just like he needed."
the three of you stayed silent for a second before james spoke.
"maybe you should tell him that," he advised and for the first time, you thought james said something smart.
before you could reply, your phone rang. you expected it to be your mum or dad but the name that popped on your phone screen made you freeze.
sirius :)
you took a deep breath and your thumb hovered over the green button. you answered the call.
"sirius?"
"i still love you," his voice filled your ears. he sounded still the same like the night you two were yelling at each other.
"but i don't want to get back to you," you said honestly.
you heard him sigh. "come on, love, you don't mean it. you always say this but then we get together again. we both know that this time, it's like any other time."
"i love you, sirius, but we are never ever getting back together. like, ever."
#harry potter#spotify#harry potter imagine#marauders#marauders imagine#moony wormtail padfoot and prongs#sirius black angst#sirius black imagine#sirus black#sirius black x reader
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GLUE SONG!!
synopsis : love songs were definitely your favorite song to write. but with little experience it’s hard to get the right words out, so you search left and right for any opportunity. until you realize, he’s been hiding in plain sight all along.
warnings : uhh theyre so awkward Lawl, i dont think theres any tho?? just fluff
wc : 606 words
003 : great minds think alike
Being productive on a Saturday morning was something you didn’t expect would happen. But your mom just couldn’t get out of bed this morning and forced you to buy ingredients for dinner.
Though, she let you use her money to go shopping as a reward for the fact you probably had to go to three groceries stores just for her special surprise of a dinner was truly a karma itself coming for you.
So you didn’t mind the fact you had basically gotten free money, even if you had to take a little detour on the way home.
Deciding to try a new cafe today, you pull open the heavy door admiring the calm atmosphere of it.
The cafe wasn’t busy, but still had a few people sitting around, a majority with eyes glued to their laptop and an empty coffee cup sitting next to them.
You walk up to the cashier, waiting for the tall man to notice you as you make sure they have the drink you want to order.
He looks up to you, eyes widening as he quickly puts his phone down, walking up to the cashier.
“Sorry, not many customers have come today, surprisingly, what can I get you?”
Before you can even realize, you say “Do you have a recommendation? I don’t know what to get.”
That's a lie. You always drink a latte.
“Oh, that’s okay, I always get the iced americano.”
He has a faint smile on his face, and a slightly bigger one grows on your face. His smile is cute, You think, admiring how his hair is styled or the few moles on his nose.
“This is awkward, I don’t really like strong coffee flavors, do you have anything lighter?” You let out a chuckle while saying it.
“Oh—sorry um, you could get a latte? The weather is getting colder, can't have you catching a cold, can I?” He blushes slightly while saying that, making sure to look everywhere but you.
You want to curl up in a ball and roll away. Can you believe this gorgeous man is flirting with you and can’t even look at you?
Quickly glancing at his nametag, you let out a grin, “Wow Sunghoon, we just met and you already care so much for me? And yes I’ll have a latte, please.”
He nods, adding the order to the machine.
“Sorry—Um I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, is that all for you?”
You let out a breathy smile, “Don’t worry Sunghoon, you didn’t. Yes that’s all.”
“Oh okay, sorry—Your total is four dollars and ninety-five cents, you can insert the card here.” He points at the small black box in front of you, you quietly thank him, paying and leaving to sit down.
Soon after you sit down, he places your cup down in the order station, unsure of how to get your attention as he looks at you awkwardly. Chuckling, you walk up to him, taking your drink.
“Thank you!” You glance at the glass doors you walked in, “I’ll see you around, yeah? I’ve got to run some errands for my mom.”
“Oh—yeah see you around.” He waves goodbye as you happily take your drink.
The second your out of view Sunghoon sits back down, why does he have to be so awkward around everyone? Especially pretty people like you?
He thought he was crazy for flirting with you out of nowhere, he probably made you uncomfortable and now you’ll never come back to the cafe again. He sighs, going back on his phone to distract himself.
Little did he know that you’re thinking the same thing.
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five chronicles — ricky shen
the five most important moments of their relationship in ricky's eyes.
tags :: ricky shen x m!reader , chronological but also non-chronological , ricky is super in love , specific descriptions bc i love them , ricky-centric , reader is a bundle of joy , they're made for each other , fluff start angst end
ONE. ( their first interaction )
of course, meeting someone for the first time is an important staple in any new relationship, but on a survival show, it's way weirder.
ricky wasn't really close to anyone but his fellow yuehua trainees, and he didn't even know if he would make friends, due to how awkward he was. he wasn't even sure what was going on when y/n first approached him.
now y/n, y/n is very pretty, like— super pretty, all ricky could do when he was talking to him was stare at his face, there seemed to be absolutely no mistakes on it, like he was carved by the gods.
"hi! ricky right?"
ricky pauses for a moment, clearing his throat as he gathers his thoughts. "um, yeah, yeah that's me" he responds, sounding much more awkward than he wanted to.
the unknown boy smiles. "sato y/n, it's nice to meet you!" he extends his hand for ricky to shake, and he takes it, noticing the major difference in their hand temperatures.
"i watched your introduction video, your very hilarious".
ricky feels his face burn red, he doesn't know for what, though. he just wasn't used to such words from random pretty boys, but he genuinely finds the compliment endearing.
"i.. thank you" he says, voice much lower than he intended. "that's very nice of you".
"ah, it's really no problem, complimenting people is just a second nature to me".
ricky simply laughs, waving his hand. "it's fine, i just admire your nice nature".
it was weird for someone to just walk up to him out of the blue, compliment him out of nowhere. ricky only really received compliments from his parents' friends, or random people on the street, not someone so much like him.
he always thanks himself in his head that y/n had approached him, because he didn't even realize how much of a turn his life would take from this point.
TWO. ( dream team )
"ah, were on the same team! how exciting!"
y/n comments unconsciously, addressing ricky, he doesn't look to him though, which confuses ricky greatly. he looks towards the male, who just rocks back and forth, whistling.
"you were talking to me?"
"yeah" he responds, smiling politely at the shen. ricky simply blinks, eyes stuck on his figure. he can't help but stare, he's pretty, super pretty, he has this soft smile on his lips and his brown eyes look like they hold universes in them.
is it bad to stare? he might look like he's glaring, and that would just be a field day for all those mnet editors. he sighs and looks away, putting his hands behind his back.
they were on the same team, performing back door by stray kids. it was safe to say that ricky was nervous, but y/n seemed to be confident. ricky wanted to have that kind of attitude, but he just couldn't.
he found his hands shaking almost constantly, his stomach felt all over the place, and as he found himself backstage, he felt his fight or flight instincts kick in as he almost bolted away.
"jesus, are you cold?"
"no, i'm worried" he admits rather openly. y/n hums at the words, understanding.
"you have nothing to worry about, your going to do great" he whispers, and though ricky wants to believe the words, there's this thing that just makes him not want to.
"i want to believe that, but i can't".
"you can't?"
his hands start shaking almost faster as he's asked that question. they're up in a few minutes, he can't possibly explain it now.
still, he'll try.
"i don't know, it's like theres this barrier stopping me from feeling any kind of confidence, it's like it's making all of my anxiety escalate".
y/n doesn't interrupt him, just lets him talk, lets him pour out whatever feelings he has. he hums again, taking ricky's shaking hand. "alright, i get it, you feel anxious, take a deep breath".
the older male instructs, squeezing his hand as a way of encouragement. ricky doesn't know why he feels his anxiousness already going away, but he nods, taking in a deep breath, then exhaling.
"you know you shouldn't doubt yourself, right? everyone knows how amazing you are, and you did amazing during that practice, your gonna crush this performance, i'm sure of it".
y/n smiles at him once again, rubbing his hand for a moment before letting it go. "thank you, i really needed that" ricky mutters, not knowing what this strange fluttering feeling in his stomach was.
"it's really no problem, i just want to make sure my teammates are alright".
ricky nods, feeling his face go red once again when y/n pokes his cheek, giggling. "well, you better crush that stage".
THREE. ( a somewhat-strange conversation )
y/n had found his way into ricky's room, and eventually ricky's bed. it seemed to happen in a flash, where he had just woken up and now there was just this random pretty boy in his bed.
not that he was complaining, of course.
y/n looks up, his head still laid onto ricky's pillow. "so" he begins, starting another one of his somewhat strange conversations, he rolls over as he stares at ricky's figure.
"so?" ricky asks, craning his neck to turn and look at y/n, who was staring back with that signature smile of his. "so what?"
"what do you plan to do after the show? if you don't debut that is.."
ricky shrugs, fully turning around so he could get a better look at him. "i'll probably just go home, my parents want me to take over their company".
y/n snorts, amused. "ah, so you're that kind of rich, you could buy mnet if you wanted to!"
ricky laughs, and y/n continues. "you really took young and rich way too seriously".
he nods, enamored by the males words. "and what about you? what do you plan to do?"
y/n hums, flopping back down onto ricky's bed. "i'll probably just go back to school, i almost quit for this shit".
"i have no doubt you'll debut" ricky says almost unconsciously, the words had been on the tip of his tongue for what seemed like forever.
the older male laughs. "i have no doubt you'll debut" he emphasizes the you'll, as if he's saying a completely different sentence. "you've got this".
"you have a lot of confidence in me, but you never talk about yourself" ricky questions, yet it doesn't really come out like a question, more of a blank statement.
"if it happens, it happens, i'm just moving with the flow" he responds simply. ricky doesn't really understand that whole mentality, but he just laughs at y/n's words.
what a spectacle he is.
FOUR. ( favorite couple )
"whose your best friend, n/n?"
y/n hums, pretending to think when he knows his answer will be ricky. the two of them are clearly pretty close, he's the type of person to become best friends with someone after only a few hours of knowing them, and his answer was almost obvious if anything.
"ricky! right? were very close" he replies, the answer on his mind, almost rehearsed. ricky freezes, as if he didn't expect that. he had spent the past few days with him, just talking to him, he enjoyed his company, and y/n showered him with hugs and affection.
"me? i've never really been someone's best friend before" he mumbles, the gratefulness in his voice clear.
y/n giggles as he intertwines their hands. "well, your mine now! you can't get rid of me!" he yells, leaning onto ricky.
ricky simply stares, a habit of his whenever y/n is around. he captures his attention so easily, not even having to do anything spectacular to. it's not everyday someone he'd just met no more than two months ago makes him feel so.. weird.
he simply found y/n endearing, amazing. he was the epitome of joy, so grateful for his opportunities and everything given to him. he's patient, doesn't force anyone into anything they don't want to. he loved everything about him, his eyes, his voice, his personality, his humor, his smile, his laugh, his—
oh, he's rambling now isn't he?
he just loves how he feels around him, he doesn't feel any of the other platonic feelings he's felt for the other trainees, he feels love, and not just in a friendship way, but in a genuinely romantic way.
y/n is just amazing like that.
"i don't plan on getting rid of you anyway" he teases back, leaning his head onto y/n's. the two look so cute, like a newly wed couple or something.
"aww, they look like a couple" junhyeon teases, earning boisterous laughter from taerae, who definitely agrees.
they just seem made for each other.
FIVE. ( our final goodbyes )
ricky was originally stressed.
he had been scratching his hands all day, worried that he might not be able to debut, he was so worried that he'd barely gotten any sleep the previous night. everything in boys planet had led up to this, and it was an obviously stressful day for everyone.
fortunately, y/n was right there.
"calm down, ricky, nervousness makes your posture bad".
he runs a hand up and down ricky's back, and ricky can't fathom how he's so calm. "how are you so calm? you should be biting off your nails by now".
"as i said, if it happens it happens, just don't stress yourself out about it so much, i'm sure you'll make it".
y/n was right.
as ricky sits in his chair, having won at p04, he crosses his fingers in hope that y/n's name will somehow be called next. he finally made it, but he wanted to make sure y/n did too, he wanted to at least debut with him.
p03: seok matthew.
p02: sung hanbin.
p01: zhang hao.
there's really only a sliver of hope left, anyone could be called for p09, anyone could become the final member of the group, and he hopes to god that y/n makes it, he doesn't know what'd he do if he didn't.
"and rank p09 is.."
y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n—
"han yujin!"
oh.
ricky closed his eyes. he's grateful, but also angry, so angry. at himself. he made it and y/n didn't. after all he did for him? after he encouraged him to do his best? after he made sure that everyone felt alright and were in their best head spaces for the performance?
he wants to cry.
he can't.
he wants to throw up.
he can't.
ricky went into this survival show stuff thinking nothing of it. he didn't expect to debut, he didn't expect to be loved, he didn't expect to fall in love.
and, he didn't expect to be so heartbroken over y/n not debuting with him.
he finds it even harder to accept as he watches y/n cry, hugging junhyeon in the crowd. his face stays still, not moving, as if he's unaffected, but he truly can't bring himself to come to terms with it.
all he wanted to do was to talk to y/n.
he immediately began searching for him when he stepped into the crowd to say goodbye, giving both jay and jeonghyeon hugs as he searched for the seemingly invisible boy.
"there you are" his voice whispers. ricky sighs, smiling, although disappointed.
"here i am" he replies, face not moving. y/n has dry tears on his face, but he's still smiling. "i told you, i was sure you'd make it".
ricky bites his inner cheek, the words only having been told to him a few hours ago. "yeah, guess you are a fortune teller".
"i couldn't tell my own fortune though".
even if he's trying to cope with humor, it seems to not work, as tears start welling up in his eyes once again. "i'm so proud of you, you know that?"
"y/n—"
"i became friends with you because you were cool, i seriously do still think your cool, i was so amazed by everything you did, and when you agreed that i was your best friend, it made me feel special, you made me feel special".
ricky isn't sure how he keeps his composure, even with all the shouting and chatter going on around him, y/n is the only person he sees, the only one he hears, his only focus.
"i wanted to debut with you.." he mumbles, taking his hands, probably for the last time.
y/n smiles, and ricky wipes the tears from his face. "me too, but you did it! go on, have fun with your group".
it felt like a piece of him was being broken away, as if this was one of the most heartbreaking moments of his entire life. he takes a deep breath and wipes y/n's tears away.
ricky pulls him into a hug, sighing. "i'm so sorry, i— i failed you".
"you didn't" y/n chuckles, running a hand up and down his back. "it's okay, you made it, that's all that matters".
but you matter too, he wants to say. the words are on the tip of his tongue, he wants to say them so bad, but he couldn't, like he was being prevented from doing so.
"don't think it's your fault, i'm still proud of you, okay?"
ricky nods, he doesn't want to let go, but he has too, because he has to go, everything has to end eventually.
he finally lets go of y/n's hands after what seems like forever, but he still can't seem to step away.
"you know i love you, right ricky?"
the words seem so random, but y/n is random, even through tears and with everyone else talking in the background, he still finds the confidence to say those words.
"i love you too" ricky replies.
that was probably the last time he'd ever say those words.
AUTHORS NOTE — HOLY MOTHER OF GOD this was tragic!!! i genuinely felt like sobbing while writing this wtf ╥﹏╥
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corpse puppet [Part 10]
well darn only 5 chapters left...@sketchquill LETS GO NOw
(Y/n)'s smiled faded after a minute thought "l think l should prepare Mother and Father for the big news" they said and wally nodded "l'll go ahead and you wait here" (Y/n) told him before they walked away Wally sat on a rock and waited for when (Y/n) would come back
As (Y/n) was walking into town they sighed while looking back into the direction of the forest where wally was waiting then headed to the pillers house
"lf ever l see that (L/n) kid l'll strangle them with my bare hands!" Mr piller yelled "Your hands are too fat, and their neck is too thin! You'll have to use a rope" Mrs piller said
(Y/n) covered their mouth and shook their head then climbed onto the brick walls to get to the balcony
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"This is the voice of your conscience! Listen to what I say. I have a bad feeling about that kid You know their is no-" Hom was cut off by wally throwing him onto the snow
"Go chew someone else's ear for a while! (Y/n) has gone to see their parents just like they said" Wally said "lf l hadn't just been sitting in it, l would say that you had lost your mind!" Home yelled
"l'm sure they has a perfectly good reason for taking so long" Wally mumbled
"l am sure they do! Why don't you go ask them?" Home asked and wally sighed "All right, l will" He said "After all, they couldn't get far with those cold feet" Home told him as he looked towards (Y/n)'s footsteps in the snow
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(Y/n) climbed onto the balcony and knocked on the see through doors "Howdy!" They exclaimed to get his attention "(Y/n)?" Howdy asked as he opened the doors
"(Y/n)? l'm so happy to see you! Come by the fire. Where have you been? Are you all right?" Howdy asked as he grabbed (Y/n)'s hand and lead them to the couch"l- l-..." (Y/n) mumbled "Oh, dear...You're as cold as death What's happened to you?" Howdy asked
"Howdy, l confess...This morning l was terrified of marriage But then, on meeting you, l felt...As if I truly like did like you and I wanted to get to know you more" (Y/n) told him "(Y/n) i feel the same-" "But theres one...complication" "What?" Howdy asked
"i...I seem l seem to find myself married And you should know it's unexpected! But he's very sweet and caring and he reminds me of someone i care deeply about-" (Y/n) froze as suddenly the doors opened and Wally was in the doorframe
"My darling, l just wanted to meet-" Wally paused as he saw (Y/n) and Howdy so close to each other "Darling? Who's this?" Wally asked as he grabbed (Y/n)'s arm yanking them away from Howdy
"Who is he?" Howdy asked "l'm their Husband" Wally told him as he held his hand out showing the wedding ring "(Y/n)?" Howdy asked quietly as he stared at them with a Look of betrayal and worry
"Howdy wait! You don't understand! he's dead! Look!" (Y/n) told him as they grabbed wally's hand and waved it showing it was a skeleton hand
Wally yanked his hand away and grabbed onto (Y/n)'s arm"Hopscotch" he said "No! No! Howdy!" (Y/n) yelled as they and wally were engulfed in a black smoke They both appeared back in the tower
"You lied to me! Just to get back to that other puppet!" Wally yelled as small tears formed in the corners of his eyes "Don't you understand? You're the other puppet" (Y/n) mumbled
"No! You're married to me he's the other puppet!" Wally yelled "He has a point" Frank mumbled as cherry had came back earlier and watched the whole thing go down, she grabbed a book from the shelf and threw it at (Y/n)
"Ow! What was that for?!" (Y/n) asked "For making him cry!" Cherry yelled "No cherry it's fine" Wally muttered "Wally! It is not fine-" "I said it's fine!..." Wally yelled as he began to leave the tower
(Y/n) chased after him "Wally please just let me explain!" They said "And l thought.... l thought this was all going so well" Wally mumbled as he wiped his tear "Look, l'm sorry, but this just can't work" (Y/n) told him "Why not?" He asked
"Listen, under different circumstances, well, who knows? But we're just too different l mean, you're dead" (Y/n) said "Well You should've thought about that before you aksed me to marry you!" Wally yelled "Why can't you understand?! lt was a mistake! l would never marry you!" (Y/n) yelled then they realized what they said and covered her mouth
"Wally...I-I didn't mean that" (Y/n) said as they put their hand on his shoulder but he smacked it away and walked off
To both of them this situation was very familiar yet once again they brushed it off Suddenly another book hit (Y/n) in the back of the head "CHERRY!" (Y/n) and frank yelled
"Alright go to your room!" Frank said "But-" "NOW!" They two argued as cherry groaned and once again disappeared "She's 5'3 how does she throw it so aggressively?" (Y/n) mumbled quietly.....
#welcome home#welcome home au#wally darling#wally darling x reader#corpse puppet au#fanfic#howdy pillar#frank frankly
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