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number1jeonginstan · 6 months

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Hiii!! I saw you take requests! I was wondering if could request something.

Really sweet sex with Chan x fem! Reader. You go out to a fancy party he needs to be seen at. He helps you into your dress and zips it up for you, he applies your mascara. Once they get back from the party, he just wants to show his love, you know? Really sweet sex with chan where he’s super gentle and sweet. I don’t have any preferences for that other than that at some point, he eats us out.

Also, can I be 🌻 anon?

-🌻

A/N: You gave me too much liberty with this fic. Something about Chan in a suit just makes me wanna go feral! I made it so he cough proposes cough because what’s cuter than that? Nothing! Anyway, I had so much fun writing this, it’s my longest fic to date and I’m so proud of it so I hope you like it and it does you justice! It just makes me so happy when people enjoy my writing!

WC: 3.5k (I genuinely asked myself what the fuck I was on when I saw that I wrote over 7 pages… this is the longest thing I’ve ever written)

Minors don't interact, 18+

Pairing: Non!Idol Bangchan x Gf(to a little more?)afab!reader

Warning: Tooth rotting fluff, like I felt like my teeth were falling out while writing this because I tried making it hella cute! Unprotected sex (Is it really one of my stories if they don’t have an underlying breeding kink?)

“Hey babe, can you please help me zip this up?” you ran into your and Chan’s shared bedroom wearing a black tight-fighting sparkly dress. You guys were attending the Grammy’s where Chan was being nominated for best producer and songwriter. He was dressed head to toe in Givenchy, wearing a full black look. “Fuck baby, you look amazing,” he said while coming behind you and zipping your dress.

He kissed your shoulder, his face falling into the crook of your neck. “So do you,” you said, turning around to admire him. He had kept his hair natural, his curls framing his forehead. “I’m so proud of you!”

You kissed his lips, your lipstick slightly rubbing onto his, making his lips look red. “I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve achieved.” Chan had worked so hard to get to where he was in life and you would be stupid not to admit that. You know the time and effort he put into his work and you want him to see that what he has done has not been futile.

You wanted to see him up on that stage, receiving the award that he has been working the last 7 years for. His close friends, Jisung and Changbin, were also going to be there, rooting him on. “We should get going, we don’t want to be late to you winning that award” you gave him a grin.

“Babe, there are so many other more talented artists that are up for that award, I don’t think I’m going to win.” He groaned, following suit behind you, picking up your car keys from the counter.

You stopped him mid-in his tracks. “Are you fucking kidding me?” you turned him around, forcing him to face you. “You are so talented and need to stop looking down at yourself” You fixed his tie, “You are going to win and then when we get home I’m gonna give you a reward.” You walked away from him quickly, hearing him jog to catch up to you.

“And what would that reward be?” grabbing your waist as you were getting out of the door. “Now that is a surprise.”

You both finally got into his car, you in the passenger seat while his right hand gripped your thigh, the other on the wheel. It was a comfortable silence, while you zoned out, looking out the window, he occasionally looked at you. He grinned to himself, what would he do without you.

When you finally arrived at the show, you told him to walk the red carpet alone. “They don’t know who I am, but they need to know you, so please just go.” He wouldn’t budge, “I’m not going without you, I would rather turn around and go home. Jisung or Bin can represent me instead.”

You groaned out loud, “Why, this is your moment, you should do this by yourself.” He stopped you mid-sentence. “This is our moment, I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you, so we are going together or not at all. “Fine, let’s go together superstar” you giggled into his ear, eliciting a laugh from him.

You guys walked through the red carpet, cameras flashing all around you. You felt like you were going blind, but for Chan, it was second nature. Someone had called him over and he dragged you along with him.

“So Chris, tell us what you are dressed in. If I may say, you look quite dapper.” The reporter stated, causing Chan to laugh a bit. “My girlfriend and I” he wrapped his hand around your hip, pulling you closer to him “are both wearing Givenchy.”

“Wow, can I say, you both look beautiful, but now on to the serious question. How does it feel to be nominated for a Grammy?

“I feel great, I’m so thankful to all my fans for putting me in the position where I can make music that they enjoy. I am also thankful for my family, friends, and most of all my girlfriend for always being there for me, giving me constant support, and dealing with my constant all-nighters” he poked your cheek, “to help me get to where I am and do what I love.”

“Wow, well thank you so much for your time, I wish you the best of luck and I hope the two of you have an amazing night!”

You both waved the reporter goodbye, wishing her a good rest of her night. You both walked around a bit, meeting big names and saying hi. Looking around Chris could feel the effort he’s been putting in for the past few years.

The all-nighters, the never coming home, the days where he forgot dates with you or anniversaries. You stood beside him through all of it, you were the one that was constantly supporting him, and that’s why he wanted to surprise you when you got home tonight.

The ring he had bought to propose to you was burning a hole through his pocket. He prayed that you didn’t know, that it could be a surprise for when the two of you got home. He even got Changbin and Jisung in on it, convincing them to let him go home with you after in exchange for tickets to the after-party.

“Wow, it is beautiful in here,” you said, looking at the room in awe. Then you pointed out the stage, “look that’s where you are going to get your award” you giggled, kissing his cheek.

“How many times have we talked about this, I don’t know if I’m going to win or not” he groaned into your ear, the both of you walking to your designated seats, sitting down. “How many times have I told you not to think negatively? I believe you are going to win, so that’s good enough for me.”

He sighed next to you, you had no idea how lucky he was to find you. He would have been lost without you, aimlessly swimming in the sea, if it wasn’t for you, his rock. When the two of you first started dating, you always told him to achieve his dreams.

It was five months into your relationship, and you both were supposed to go on a date, but he was so wrapped up in work that he forgot about it. He also forgot basic necessities, like eating and sleeping, he was just too enamored with his work. You had ended up calling him and asking him where he was. He profusely apologized telling you that he had lost all track of time, that he would be right there, but you just told him to not worry about it.

What he didn't expect was that you were going to bring him a basket of food he liked to his studio. “I told you not to worry about it!” you giggled, bringing his favorite dish. “I know how hard you work, so please don’t worry about it. It’s okay if you forget sometimes, I don’t want to get in the way of you and your passion, as long as you make some time for me!”

That was the moment he knew he was in love with you. From then on, he tried to put a little less focus into his music, and some into you. He loved that after work, you would come to the studio with him, listen to his demos, and give input. His last relationship was nothing like this. He was constantly busy and the girl ended up cheating on him, making it hard for him to trust others again, but when it came to you, everything came naturally.

It wasn’t just him that loved you, it was the artist he worked with. Jisung and Changbin also loved you, constantly asking to hang around with you. You were perfect for him, and he never wanted to let you go.

“Are you excited, your category is next!” He had lost all track of time, just thinking about you. He just smiled, he wanted to win, but he also knew that if he didn’t he still had you. You would never amount his success to the numbers or awards he won, but the effort he put into his work. He just looked at you with his signature smile. “Yeah, I hope I win.”

That was the first time he ever said anything like that and you beamed a smile at him. “I know you will” you whispered into his ear. As the commercial break was going on before the next award was presented, he took a sip of your champagne, trying to cool down his own nerves. You looked at him in shock, Chan barely ever drank. “Something to help with the nerves,” he told you and you just nodded.

The infomercials had finally ended and they were about to announce the winner of the best producer of the year. You took Chan’s hand in yours in anticipation, “And the winner is… drum roll please” Your grip around his hand tightened “Christopher Bahng!”

His face was one of shock, he was bewildered seeing the camera on him. You just smiled at him, clapping. He quickly got up and walked to the stage. The hostess passed him a mic while he stood with the Grammy in his hand.

“Ummm, wow I was not expecting this at all” the room laughed, “I want to keep this short and sweet, but I don’t think I can. I truly appreciate everyone who has been with me since the beginning, it warms my heart knowing that so many people enjoy the music I make and I am appreciative to my close friends Changbin and Han who helped me make my music”

You heard them shout behind you, while people stared in their direction. “I want to thank my family and especially my girlfriend especially because without them I don’t think I would have made it this far. I am entirely grateful for all the support, and please look out for new music. Thank you once again!”

Everyone cheered as he got off the stage and you ran up to him, giving him a bear hug. “I told you, I know everything, I knew you would win.” Before you could even finish your sentence, he kissed your lips. “Thank you, for everything, truly, I love you so much,” he said, kissing your lips again. “I love you too.”

After the show was over, you were prepared to go to the after-party, but as you got into the car, you saw the map showing your address. “Channie, don’t you want to go celebrate?” you asked, a bit puzzled. “I do, and I want to celebrate with you, in the comfort of our home.”

You just sighed, confused by his decision, but happy that he was going to get some rest at home. The drive back was just as silent, you falling asleep, face pressed to the window. You were tired from the entire day and were glad to get some rest, Chan was also glad because he knew the night you both had in store.

When you both got home, you were about to open your side when Chris stopped you. “Nuh uh” he said, wiggling his finger causing a giggle from your lips. He walked around, opening your side of the car. “Wow, I really am a passenger princess aren’t I?”

“You don’t even know the most of it.”

Before your feet could even touch the ground, he picked you up, carrying you bridal style to the door. As you got inside, he told you to enter, he had to get something from the car. You just nodded, taking off your shoes at the front entrance, and turning on the light to your apartment.

You saw an entire row of pedals on the floor, covering every inch. You walked in still confused, seeing your living room covered with pictures of you and Chan, memories from your dates, even the napkin from your first date when you accidentally dropped coffee on his lap, profusely apologizing. “Channie, what’s going on?”

You turned around to see him on one knee in front of you. “I didn’t expect to be giving two speeches today, but this one is more important than the one I gave earlier in the night. You have been here through thick and thin, you stayed up just to see me and give me a kiss some nights. You sat with me when I got the flu, you make me feel like I’m the only man in the world. That day when you brought food to my studio, I knew I was in love with you. You are the only person in this universe for me. Will you please make me the happiest man on this planet, and marry me?”

You began to sob in front of him, “Is that a yes or a no? Because I had to bribe Felix to do this for me, and that was hard, I had to buy him a brand new CPU and GPU.” Before he continued to ramble on, you grabbed him, brought him back to his feet, and kissed him. “Yes, yes, yes, a million times yes.”

He grinned into your kiss, placing the ring on your finger. “Christopher Chan Bhang, this is way too big, how much did this cost?” You looked at the ring placed on your finger, it was huge. “Not much for a Grammy award winner like me” he giggled, picking you up and spinning around. “Now please, let me show you how much you mean to me.”

You simply nodded, allowing him to take you to your shared bedroom. “Though I think you look absolutely stunning in this dress, let me take it off you?” You simply nodded, allowing him to undo the zipper, slowly pulling the dress off you. You covered your tits with your arms, the dress having padding, making it so you didn’t have to wear a bra. You were just in your panties.

“Fuck baby, you always look so beautiful,” he said, causing you to look at him shyly. No matter how many times you both have slept together, you always felt like it was the first time. He was so attentive, loving every inch of your body like you were heaven on earth. He placed a kiss to your lips, laying you on the bed.

You tried to undo his pants as he took off his tux jacket, but he stopped you. “Tonight is about you princess okay? Be a good girl and let me take care of you.” You just nodded, wanting to speak up, but not wanting to stop him.

“Fuck princess, you look so good. Always look so good for me, look at you.” He dragged his hands against your thighs, kissing you as he brought a hand to your nipple, playing with it. You moaned as he began to rub against it. “Fuck, always so vocal for me.”

He placed another kiss on your lips before he went down, slowly opening your thighs with his hands. “Just want to taste you, baby”

He began to kiss your thighs, making you squirm underneath him. His kisses were wet and hot, but they felt amazing. He slowly worked himself to the place you needed him most. He placed a kiss on your covered cunt, taking his hand and hooking it to your underwear, slowly bringing it down your legs.

You could feel the cool air on your pussy, causing you to moan. Before you could even react fully, he licked a strip on your folds, making you moan. “Fuck baby, you just keep tasting better and better, can’t get enough of your delicious cunt.”

He began to dive into your pussy like a man starved, placing a finger on your clit while he worked in and out of your hole. You moaned and brought your hand to his hair. “Want you to sit on my face, can you do that baby?” You nodded, you had never done it before scared that you were somehow going to hurt him, but he looked at you with his pleading eyes.

You couldn’t say no to him, it looked like he wanted to do it more than you. You got up, allowing him to lay down underneath you. He rid himself of his clothes first, the only piece of clothing on his body being his boxers. You placed your hands on the headboard as he lay underneath you, grabbing your things with his hands.

“I have a pretty big nose you know, and it’s perfect for this.” Before you could even giggle at what he said, he began to eat your cunt out. His nose was rubbing against your clit, causing you to moan out his name.

“Fuck, so good Channie, so good, you feel so good.” He moaned in response, the vibrations being sent through your hole and to your core. His tongue was hitting that spot inside of you, making you feel wonders. You didn’t think you could stay up any longer. “Feels good baby?” He spoke into you, causing you to moan even louder. “So good, can’t control myself”

“It’s okay baby, get off on my face, cum all over it baby please.” You moaned, he took one of his fingers, adding extra stimulation to your clit, causing you to cum all over his face. He kept going, over-stimulating you. “Fuck baby, you taste so good, can’t wait to taste you for the rest of our lives.

“Please Channie, need you, need your cock inside of me.” That was all Chan needed to flip you around. You were underneath him and you could still see your cum dripping off his face. He kissed you, his tongue entering your mouth, allowing you to taste your arousal on him. “Baby, I’m so excited for you to take my cock.”

He took off his boxers, and let his dick slap his stomach. Chan’s size never seemed to surprise you, he was so big, but it was perfect. His cock was perfect for you, always hitting the specific spots inside you. “Give me a second baby, let me go get a condom”

You stopped him, “Want it in me raw this time” You looked at him with your doe eyes. If looks could kill, Chan would be dead right now. He felt like he ascended to heaven right there and then. “Fuck baby, gonna fuck you so well then. You weren’t joking when you said you had a surprise for me.”

He slowly entered his cock inside you, making the both of you moan at the same time. “Fuck princess, this pussy takes me so well, I’m so glad that this is going to be mine forever.”

His cock was finally fully in you, he slowly began to fuck into you, already hitting that spongey part inside of you causing you to moan his name. “Fuck, so good Channie, you feel so good.”

He kissed your lips again, you both weren’t fucking, you were making love. He started thrusting inside you faster as you wrapped your legs around him. It was your signal to him that you wanted more, that you wanted to be drilled into the bed, and that’s exactly what he did.

You were both moaning, your pussy clenching around him and his cock throbbing inside of you. You both were close, your moans becoming more and more as his grunts became louder. “Want to cum with you okay princess” you just nodded, “want you to cum in me Chris”

That was exactly what you both needed to cum over the edge. His cock came inside of you, your walls covered in his cum as your walls milked him dry. The both of you lay like this for what felt like hours until he spoke up. “Let me clean you up”

You allowed him to, he picked you up after he drew a bath for the both of you.

“What was that surprise you wanted to give me?” he asked as you guys finally got back into bed. “You will find out in the morning,” you said kissing his lips before the both of you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

You woke up to hear screaming outside your room. “There is a puppy at our door!” you heard him shout from your shared bedroom. He ran into the room. “This was the surprise?” he grinned, his smile spread from ear to ear. “We have to start our family some way?” you said. He stared at the dog in awe, petting behind his ears.

“What should I name you, huh?” he said in a baby voice. “I’m thinking wolfie, he kind of looks like a wolf, and you. That’s why I got him.”

He came over, pecking kisses all over your face. “I love you y/n”

“I love you too Chris”

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k-hotchoisan · 5 months

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Hiii love your blog ✨🫠 if it’s ok with u, can you write one where dom-San is jealous by yunho constant flirting with innocent y/n while y/n is completely oblivious to it, and when san gets with the reader he take his anger and jealousy too far and y/n uses safeword with with lots lots of after care

HI HELLO MY ANGEL IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK AWHILE BUT IM DELIVERING THIS TO U 💌

I’m also drunk on the thought that San would never hurt you on purpose,,, hehehe hope you like this one anon because it’s so teeth rotting fluff!

Warnings/genres: smut, fluff more than smut actually, rough sex, jealousy thanks to yuyu, use of safe word (red), dom!san, unprotected sex

There’s a lot of things to like about Choi San.

There’s the way his dimples appear when he smiles like a puppy. There’s the way his eyes turn into crescents when he’s elated. There’s the way his voice can switch between sounding like honey and then husky within an octave. There’s the way his hands roam around your body wraps around you when he gets possessive.

And then there’s the way he never felt possession so strongly before, especially when he’s staring at the way you’re giggling and hitting Yunho’s arm as he leans in and whispers something in your ear. Granted, it might have been a noisy environment, but did Yunho have to let his arms bump against your shoulders from time to time? Did he have to press his palm against your bare back when someone tried to squeeze behind you? Did he have to catch San’s gaze with the most devious expression before leaning into you once more, his lips almost touching your temple?

Fuck no of course. San takes a deep breath and swallows hard. The way you don’t even seem fazed is the cherry on top of Yunho tactlessly flirting with you.

Yunho leans into your ears again. “Your boy is here.” You perk up, turning your head to the direction where Yunho points with his head, and you see your partner with an unreadable expression on his face. You don’t pick up on it though. But your face brightens up, and San can’t help but smile back in your presence. You are about to cross over to meet him, that is, until you run right into someone, and San’s view of you is Yunho’s hands around your waist as he catches you, and you’re hugging his arm, blinking in surprise as you catch your breath.

San’s grin immediately fades.

And that’s when he realises that he doesn’t like to share.

He walks over curtly, nodding at Yunho as he has you fall right into his arms. Yunho only smirks as he gladly hands you over to your fuming lover.

You stumble to regain your balance, grabbing onto your boyfriend’s hand.

Something doesn’t feel right. You slowly glance up to meet San’s eyes and shivers climb your spine from the piercing gaze. He’s eyeing you down, like a predator wanting to corner his prey. Your throat suddenly feels too dry. San’s arms snake around your waist as he slowly leads you away.

The door slams shut, as San never lets you leave his side. He dumps you on the bed, and you blink, trying to catch your breath as your eyes soak in the way San is glaring down at you as he hastily peels his jacket off, then unbuckling his belt to remove it.

“Strip”, he demands. Your eyes glance down to his crotch purely by accident—and fuck, he’s hard. Yet at the same time, he seems so pissed. You’re racking your brains to comprehend the situation while you’re unzipping your dress. San has his gaze locked onto you, licking his lips as you’re slowly undressing before him.

Soon enough, the both of you are in your undergarments, and San’s erection is just pressing painfully against the fabric. He kneels into the bed as he crawls towards you, essentially trapping you beneath him. Before you could say anything, San has his fingers tugging against your lace panties before it’s completely removed and strewn somewhere across the bed.

“What’s gotten into you, baby?” You ask. He’s been aggressive before and it’s not anything new, but it seemed like he’s extra agitated for some reason. He’s nibbling you slightly harshly this time, and the pain dances on the surface of your skin, at times so pleasurable but this time slightly more pain than pleasant.

“You had fun acting like that around Yunho?” He hisses. You blink at him, still clueless. He sighs, and he seems almost hurt. “Guess I’ll have to remind you who your cunt belongs to.”

Before you know it, he has you pinned onto the bed. “Remember who you belong to, Angel,” he growls, his hands pressing against your throat as he jackhammers your cunt. Your vision is going hazy as San fills you up all way, but doesn’t let you adjust. Your fingers claw his shoulder the pleasure flickering in and out. Oh god, he’s fucking you so hard that you can’t even feel your legs.

“Who do you belong to, Angel?” He whispers, his voice dripping with honey despite the evident jealousy bleeding through. Your mind is too far away to answer him. His hands go from your throat to your jaw, tilting your head to face him, your eyes still glazed out. He adores that look on you so much. But he still demands an answer from you.

“Good girls answer”, San’s voice starts to echo in your ears.

“Y-yours”, you reply softly, feeling yourself squeeze against his cock.

“Can’t hear you.”

You bite your lip. The knot in your stomach is tightening, at the same time, it feels so good that it hurts.

“Yours! I’m yours, Choi San!”, you cry out, your thighs beginning to shake from how hard he’s taking you.

“That’s a good girl”, San hums, before he picks up his speed.

Your cunt spasms, and the next thing you know, your orgasm completely engulfs you, your toes curl and he’s cursing so much from how much your pussy is convulsing around him. Your words are completely stuck in your throat, only whines and whimpers leaving your lips.

But once the orgasmic high wears off, the overstimulation begins to actually hurt, and San isn’t stopping his thrusts. He still seems like he’s still seeing red—his jaw is clenched, and his grip on you is even harder.

“Red”, you manage out, despite it barely audible, but San hears it and he immediately stops. His gaze immediately softens as he pulls out of you gently and you wince a little. You see panic flash in his eyes for a spilt second.

“Fuck, was I too rough? Shit, I’m so sorry,” his voice goes down to a whisper, his hands grazing your sides as he kisses your tears away, stroking your hair gently. Your heartbeat slows down as your arms around his neck loosen slightly.

He asks again. “Are you okay?” He shifts his head to face you, trying to search for your gaze. You nod, pulling him deeper into your embrace. He draws gentle circles on your thighs, and despite the fact he knows it’s not enough for now to soothe the pain but it’s what he can do for you at the moment.

“There’s nothing going on between Yunho and I”, you finally speak, and San doesn’t reply you. But he shifts to remove his weight off your body.

“I’m sorry”, is all he says, before pressing his lips gently onto yours. “I got carried away.” He looks embarrassed now, and then upset.

His fingers interlink with yours, stroking your hand as he pulls your body closer, and he’s taking in your warmth after he pulls the sheets over both your naked bodies, snuggling up to you even more.

Your fingers play with locks of his hair, letting it tangle between your fingers.

“You dumbass”, you say after awhile. San immediately pulls back with a pout and you giggle. “You know my eyes are only for you.” He sits up quickly, which makes you confused for a spilt second. His heart is fluttering again from your words, and you see that represented by the redness of his ears, but he doesn’t shy away.

“Where are you going, babe?” You ask, watching him walking to the bathroom.

“Drawing a bath for us. I’ll massage your thighs too. Be right back! I love you!”

You feel the warmth flood your heart and cheeks.

“I love you, too.”

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neonovember · 11 months

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Hello, uhm, so this MAY be an uncomfortable thing to request I’m not too sure. It’s totally totally okay if it is absolutely feel free to ignore this, but the way you write Carmen is so so comforting. I have this neighbor that lives downstairs from me, I’ve lived in my apartment for two years but the past 4 months with this guy has been hell. I live in the U.K. and the people that own the building and the police don’t view my situation as anything dangerous or serious, despite the fact I have made numerous complaints and even the other neighbors in my building have complained about him. But he targets me the most and bangs on my door at ungodly hours and threatens the most horrible stuff because I’m a woman living alone. I’m honestly terrified but unless he physically does something there’s nothing I can do. I’m sorry for the sob story but usually I always try and just picture Carmy as something comforting to help through this until I can be safe, would it be okay to request something like Carmen finding out about his gf losing sleep and constantly being terrified and deciding to take matters into his own hands, and demanding she moves in with him and helps pack her stuff because he will NOT stand for that shit (again totally 100% okay if you don’t feel comfortable responding)

oh my god anon, I'm so deeply sorry that you have to deal with such a shitty situation, and the fact that you have to wait to be physically attacked before the police can do anything? Fuck the justice system and fuck law enforcement. Don't every feel scared to send a request to make your day or week or fucking month better, it's why I'm here, and the fact that my writing can make you feel even a little better is the greatest gift i could ever ask for. God I just hope you're able to remain safe, call a friend or family to keep them posted in case anything happens, I'm so very sorry honey :(

Broken bones and soup

carmen berzatto x reader

warnings: misogyny, violence, feral!carmen makes an appearence, angst, horrible neighbours, angst, teeth rotting fluff, carmy feeding you

w/c: 5.3k

a/n: this was hard to write, i really wanted to do it right by you anon, and when have i ever written carmen without him breaking someones face?

The falling sun encapsulated the cerulean sky, exploding against the horizon in heated shades of orange, crimson and pink. The trail back to your apartment complex wasn’t long, but it gave enough time to bask in the warmth of evenings bathed in sunlight. It also conveniently enabled you to tell yourself you had gotten your sun for the day, rather than having to swallow pills you hated to swallow.

It was muscle memory however, your legs moved with the familiar comfort of the sidewalk, forgetting the stomach turning realisation of what had awaited you back at your apartment.

It had been a couple months, four maybe 5, you didn’t really want to count the days having a violent neighbour moved in directly down your apartment. The other tenants who you've grown to know collectively bristled with the annoyance of a 30 something year old filling the usual peaceful nights with crashes and yells of broken plates and incoherent obscenities.

When you had raised the issue to the landlord and even to the police, you had been shut down with a shrug of the shoulders.

‘We can notice him with a noise complaint, but if he aint hurting anyone we can’t do much’.

That had made you laugh a little then, before you had been close to bawling your eyes out and ripping out your hair. Sure he was loud, your neighbours from the other side of the apartment complex could attest to that, but it was so much more than loud fucking music, and somehow, you had bared the brunt of his violence. It was targeted, you knew it, and your legs began to shuffle at the thought of coming home to another violent outbursts at your door.

You hadn't gotten any proper sleep for the past 4 months, waking up to loud banging at your door, and declarations of brutality he whispered through your keyhole. It was all empty threats, those men in clad uniform had told you when you woke up shaking with fear as he screamed taunts of murder from below, you had run out in your pyjamas and bunny slippers and they had told you they couldn't help you.

There were not empty threats, and this wasn’t the hundreds of true crime shows you had binged, you felt it in your bones, you were a woman living with yourself for god sake, he was going to break down your door one day and hurt you, and you couldn't do anything about it. You felt paralysed by the helplessness of it, forcing yourself to stay up past 12, the burn of your tired eyes forced open by the blue light of your phone, in case he tried breaking in. You had begun to keep a bat near your bed, a knife in the drawer of your bedside, and you felt fucking insane. Noone had made a major problem out of it, and yet you felt like he was one bad day from a murderous rampage.

Carmen could tell something had been wearing on your shoulders, the way your eyes blinked slowly, and the syrup slow movements of your limbs when you had visited the Beef not long ago. You couldn't bear to tell him, your past relationships had taught you enough not to unload all your problems onto another person, but it had gotten bad. You had started getting notices of concern from your boss, asking if you were alright, telling you how your performance had been declining.

You had quickly shut down any looks of concern thrown at you, this was something you had to deal with yourself, you didn’t want anyone, especially another woman to be faced with the brunt of his violence. You guzzled caffeine and energy drinks like it was water, and your limbs jittered with the rush of adrenaline until the peak had dropped and you felt like your stomach was ripping itself apart.

You braced yourself as you turned the corner into your apartment complex, keeping your head down, and going through the carpack to avoid the hallway that was right next to his door. You felt your stomach drop, your keys pressed between your knuckles and you flickered your eyes up to the door of his apartment. You watched it like a hawk, ready to flee at any sign of opening, and when you had finally made it to the elevator, you breathed a sigh of relief like no other. The air suddenly fills your lungs once again.

Your phone buzzed in your jean pocket, and you reached out to grab it, the screen illuminated by Carmen’s text. You felt a tingle of glee shoot through you, biting back a smile at the thought of seeing him today.

“You still coming today for the family dinner?”

The beef had begun a sort of tradition, every last Friday of the month, they would close early and hold a sort of family dinner right out back near the tables and chairs. Everyone of the crew’s family and friends were invited to join, some bringing a plate or a drink or two. It was the highlight of the month, and you hadn't missed a Friday ever since Carmen and you had become something more than close friends.

You typed out a quick reply with a tongue in your cheek, as the elevator doors opened, you didn't look up right away, walking with your head down as you tucked your phone back into your pocket. It was a fault on your end, you should have looked up, at least then you could have braced yourself as your neighbour stood stationed near your door with a cheshire smile stretching ominously across his face.

You wondered if you could run back into the elevator, but the doors had closed well before and you feared turning your back to him was an even worse fate. You walked towards him, plastering on a smile that didn't look even a little believable.

“Something I can do for you?” You ask, your voice heightened by a mix of fear and false confidence

“Hear you've been complaining about me” The man replies with a smile, his hair slicked back, the shadow of a badly shaven skin spiking up. His shirt reeks of sweat and stains of spilt takeaway and you have to take a tentative step back to escape the stench radiating off of him.

“Yeah, you might not realise it, but you have been a bit- uh loud, and the loud banging on my walls?” You prouch him, and his eyebrows rise in surprise, shaking his head with a laugh that horrified you.

“Am I scaring you?” The man replies

You swallow as your eyes flicker to his burnt hazel ones, they stare down from above, almost mocking in the way they forced you to answer.

“Uh, uhm- well, a lot of us got work in the morning, and I can’t wake up if you're making a lot of noise during the night”

“Oh, is that right?” The man asks, scratching a hand across his jaw

“Well no one's been the one complaining but you” The man replies

“I don't think so many of us-”

“You saying I’m a liar??” The man suddenly shouts, and you can help yourself stepping back a distance quickly

The man watches the way you distance yourself away from him, his eyes flicker to the keys poking out from between your fingers and he bites back a laugh.

“So you are scared of me, liar.” The man spits out with venom, before stepping towards you, caging you to the wall as he whispers near your ear

“You think fucking keys are going to stop me? A little lady like you living here all by yourself?” The man digs his fingers into your sides, until you howl out and retch yourself away from him, you reach for your right side, holding the skin above your rib cage that had begun to swell and bruise.

“See how easy that was? A fucking pretzel in my hand” The man calls out with a smile, before walking back around the hallway corner with such ease and comfort that told you he knew the police wouldnt do shit.

Your hand shakes as you shove your key into your door, you have to hold your own hand to put it in, before shouldering your way through your door with wince, and dropping your bag and belongings to the floor.

You rush into your bathroom, undressing before your eyes flicker to your mirror, seeing the red rash of irritation and the start of a purple imprint of his claws shoved into the skin below your ribcage. You wince as you try to soothe it, the salty tears breaking down your waterline, you can't stop, the wretched sobs of your helplessness echoing off the bathroom walls.

You climb into the shower, sliding down to the bottom as the tears shake through you, you hug your knees to your chest, letting the warm water combine with your salty tears, so they become one, and you know longer now how terrified you are. You stay in the shower like this for a bit, letting the warmth and steam wiggle your body from its stone encapsulation.

You can hear the familiar jingle of your phone ringing from where you had haphazardly left it, and the memory of today's dinner comes rushing in. You had nearly forgotten, and whilst you were terrified to leave your home and go back into the hallway where it had happened, you couldn't let Carmen down.

So you had gotten up, in the same way you had fallen down, and tried to scrub away the smell of his day-old cigarettes and sweat until your skin burned, poking your head through a clean shirt and a skirt that hid the painful purple splotch that had begun to spread across your side.

Entering your quaint kitchen, you can’t stop your arm as it reaches for the brown liquid stored in that old glass bottle Sugar had told you was a century old. You didn't have a little liquid courage to make it past your goddamn threshold.

You downed it in a gulp, reaching for your bag and a pocket knife, just in case. The reality of that decision broke you a little, when did you start needing to armour yourself?

Your phone buzzed from its position edged between the living room couch, it was Carmen, again, telling you he was outside. Carmen had begun to ceremoniously show up to your apartment as the autumn had begun to bleed into the winter nights, and the sunlight had stretched until darkness hit by 5 in the afternoon. Any other time you would have chastised him till the point where he would stop, but now, with the reality of your neighbour, you felt a relief wash through your body at the thought of being close to him. You also don’t doubt he would have shown up anyway, ignoring your requests in the way he does when he thinks it's his responsibility.

You wouldnt say you had a lot of experience in relationships under your belt, but something spoke to you from within, carmen was something special, this was special, sacred in the way destiny was, and you shooke with the relentless fear of fucking it up. And scaring him away with your problems seemed to be on the very top of that list

You shake the thought from your head as you shut the door quietly, take a brisk pace as you walk but kind of run to the elevator. A neighbour you knew well stood near the doors, his dark auburn hair falling in front of his eyes, he nodded to you with a silent smile. He kept to himself most of the time, and you didn't know much about him, just that he always was tugging a sleeve down his left arm, but he always went out of his way to give you some sort of greeting.

The air between you was silent, as you were waiting for the ping of the elevator to drop to your door, and you heard a shuffling near you, your eyes watching the way he coughed and stared at you from the corner of your peripheral vision.

“Heard something out in the hallway, it wasn’t him again was it?” The man replied, concerned about lacing his features as his eyes seemed to be fixated on the way you leaned on one side of your body a little.

“Uh no, it’s- it’s alright, I guess it was my dues you know? Dealing with a shitty neighbour at least once” You reply with a tight smile, trying to poke fun at the very depressing thought.

The man nodded with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, your neighbours had known that he was loud, knew that you had dealt the worst of it being right above him, but they were clueless to his taunts and threats that he said into your door at night. You think the man next to you had an idea though, the way his eyes scanned anything like he was always assessing, always calculating the world around him.

It was also because your neighbour was nowhere to be found whenever he was around, you whispered a prayer of thanks that he was taking the elevator down with you, with his sweatpants and top, it was like he knew, a silent nod of protection.

Before you could open your mouth to whisper a thanks, the doors of the elevator had opened, a tired mom and her two energetic kids passed between you both. It was funny, you could see yourself in her, the drag of dark circles and the hunch of her shoulders mirroring your own.

You knew the very shakily painted on makeup did little to hide the exhaustion on your face and you rushed to enter the elevator to escape the thought. The motion of the elevator moving down nauseated you a little, churning your stomach in the way it always did with motion, but your apartment wasn’t big and soon enough the music of the elevator turned to a halt as the doors opened up to the ground floor.

You could see the headlights of Carmen's car through the automatic doors of your complex, and you gave your neighbour a smile before rushing to jump into the comfort of Carmen and his very, very warm car.

-- -

The car ride to the beef has been silent, just the syrupy beat of jazz from the car speakers and the burn of Carmen’s gaze searing a hole through you, you feared if you caught his eyes and the look in them the entire interaction today would tumble from your tongue.

You couldn’t ruin today, it was tradition, you had just begun to become folded into it. The joy of Tina calling your name for a hug, the talks about the new pastry ideas with Marcus, Sydney’s laughter, it soothes you like a balm, and you were sure the nausea crawling through your stomach would dissipate the second you entered.

But it didn’t, the beautiful lantern lights from outside the Beef glittered against the Chicago moonlight and the smell of Italian meatballs engulfed your senses and you still felt like you were being ripped apart from the inside.

You had said your hellos to everyone, biting back a yelp as Tina’s hand pressed against the bruise on your side, and nodding to Richie’s rambles whilst you felt outside of your own skin.

Your mind kept replaying the scene of him lunging st you, bristling your skin till goosebumps spread through, until your mind was exhausted from fear and well, fucking exhaustion and Carmen had to call your name too many times to rip you from your thoughts.

“Hey, you alright?” Carmen asks with that soft honey tone he keeps for you.

You nod with a smile, and Carmen’s eyes shift towards your plate untouched. It was your favourite, a twist on Osso Buco and yet it laid un moving, Carmen knew it, you did too, and you held back tears as Carmen simply nodded, not sure if he was overstepping his boundaries.

It was the first lick of the start of something, the both of you, the bloom of a companionship Carmen felt was destined, like it was seared into the sand years before you both had even come into existence. And Carmen was new to this, and that opened up a whole can of worms, he didn’t want to fuck it up, he didn’t want to think about fucking it up, but god did he always seem to fuck it up.

You reached across the table to grab the jar of water, your shirt riding up without you noticing. Tina’s eyes widen at the peek of a purple imprint from under your shirt and she has nearly drops her fucking fork

“Baby? What happened to your side?” Tina replies with concern, her voice is quiet but the tables loud boisterous conversations begin to slow down.

You tug your shirt down, and you burn with guilt like you had been caught with this big secret. Carmen immediately looks towards your side, his eyes scanning the way you since a little as your finger brushes against it.

“Nothing, uh um I fell” You don't even believe yourself

“That looks more than something you get tripping over your feet darling, did something happen?”

“What? What’s she saying honey? What did you see Tina?” Tina’s gaze flutters to Carmen, and there’s a pause like she’s assessing whether it was Carmen’s doing before the reality of who he is hits her. It was ingrained in every woman, and Carmen wouldn’t be an exception. Even for a second.

“Looks like someone’s goddam fist imprinted into her skin”

The restaurant is completely quiet now, and your head falls to your uneaten plate of veal, they look towards you in concern hearing the end of Tina’s words.

Carmen lifts your shirt, and you don’t stop him, the reality of your attack is shown right there in front of him, the imprint of a large hand bruising purple and blue.

Carmen’s eyes burn into the skin, his fists shaking as he remains silent, the rest of the family look on in horror, whispers of “holy fuck?” and eyes seeing the way Carmen practically vibrates, like he’s a second away from exploding.

“..Who did this?”

“It was my fault- I”

“Who did this baby? Who hurt you?” Carmen replies with an exhaled murmur.

“I’m, uh, Uhm- he- oh Carmen” You can’t get the words out, they’re stuck in your throat and you can’t get them out. You feel trapped, your body is sweating like you’re caged, like you're wading through a current and you're losing yourself to the weight of it, your breakdown on display for the whole world to see.

You blink back tears as Carmen tilts your chin to face him, and the look on his face, the look of distraught and fear that blossoms across his features un tetheres the tightly wrapped self control you had formed.

And Carmen scoops you up into his arms so that the entire family doesn’t have to see you break into his shoulder.

His soothing words are like a balm to your distress and he walks you, bridal style to the first aid cabinet, sitting you down on the counter, wiping away your tears as his fingers shake and his throat bobs with a tight swallow. He hastily tugs your shirt, kissing back the howls of pain as he whispers “I know, I know baby girl, I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.”

His soft fingers press gently against the bruise as he rubs a heating ointment across it, he wraps a warm compress around it as bandage and his eyes are avoiding your own as he focuses his fingers on your skin.

“Carmen?” You whisper, the hiccups of tears resounding from your throat, Carmen reaches for a painkiller, placing it in your palm with a whisper of affirmation, he gently tips your head back as he pours water into your mouth, and you swallow it quickly, before looking back at him.

“Carmen? Please” You reply, had you done it, had you ruined everything?

“I can’t look at you because I fear I might break, and- and I can’t right now okay darling? I have to find, I have to find who did this, and I need to make it right, hm? I need to make sure your safe because god my heart is outside of my chest and I can’t feel anything but fear” Carmen replies with a tight low voice, his fists shake as he pressed them into the counter beside your thighs, but he looks up to meet your gaze anyway, and he smiles tightly as the tears stream down.

“Oh Carmen, this isn't on you, you couldn't have possibly known” You reply, wiping a hand across his cheeks.

“How can you say that? I am your, I am meant to protect you, and you, you come limping in without me noticing, fucking Tina saw it before I could, and i hate myself for it” Carmen replies, his cerulean blues shining bright against the shine of tears.

“Who did this, someone at work? A guy on the street?” Carmen replies and you flick away from his gaze, hand falling to your lap as your tongue burns with the desire to just say it all.

“You've got to tell me baby girl, you have to know I've got to make it right, I won’t sleep till I do. '' Carmen replies with a pained cry, like his heart is breaking from the thought of letting this go un avenged. And it's the tortured look on his face, it's the shake of his limbs like he wants to destroy and burn the entire world around him till he finds whoever has done this that uncurls your tongue and lets everything out in the open.

“What? This has been going on for months? Why didn’t you tell me?” Carmen replies, his thumb rubbing soft circles across your thigh.

“Didn’t want to scare you away Carmen, i love-i I like you a lot, more than I have anyone and I didn't want to fuck it up and unload all my problems onto you like a dumpster” You reply, and it sounds stupid when you say it out loud, and when Carmen looks up at you in disbelieved confusion.

“Huh? Oh sweet girl, I’m meant to help you bear it all, that’s why I'm here, and the idea of you thinking I'll love you any less, that I won't help you because of something like this haunts me. I’m meant to protect you yeah? That’s my fucking job, and I’ve failed it” Carmen replies with a grunt.

“No one has said anything like that to me” You say, eyes looking up to him, you weren't shocked, but you weren't, were not shocked, never had you experienced this, this burning adoration for another person, this soft warmth that burst through you at the sound of Carmen's voice promising his devotion, promising his unyielding protection. It armoured you more than a pocket knife ever could.

Carmen presses a soft kiss to your head, before shuffling around the kitchen, walking back into the dining tables, hushing out replies of ‘she's okay’ before coming back in with your things under his arm.

“What are you doing?” You reply in question, as he slowly picks you up with an arm, and gently places you back down. His eyes are constantly flickering to your side, like he’s torturing himself with the image of the first time he saw the horrific bruise across your side.

He had never felt true fear until then, the shatter of his heart beneath his breast as he realises you had gotten hurt and he didn't even fucking realise. Nothing had mattered but your safety and he scared himself with how much his body shook with a desire to destroy the person responsible.

“I’m driving back to your apartment, where you're going to grab your necessities, whilst I pay a visit to your little neighbour downstairs. You’re staying with me, for however long,” Carmen replies with a sneer, walking you through the back door, which you were all too thankful for, you couldn't bear to see the look on the crew’s faces if you had to walk back in.

“Carmen you can’t” You reply rushed, as Carmen slid you into the passenger seat, before clicking on your seat belt for you. He cocks his head, before raising his eyebrows

“Oh, I can’t? Honey, the police don’t do their job and my baby get’s fucking hurt. Nah, that doesn't work for me” Carmen replies, before rushing to enter the driver's seat, shifting the gear into drive before speeding down the city streets.

His focused on the road, his face unblinking and he grips the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white, you can’t stop looking at him, his gorgeous under the moonlight of the skies, his cheeks crimson from his tears, his cerulean blues calling to you like the sea, and the curl of his blonde hair falling like waves.

The view of your apartment complex comes into your vision as Carmen turns into the carpark in one swift move, you can’t stop the shake of your fingers and Carmen wants to slam his first into the steering wheel when he notices.

“You alright?” Carmen replies “You can stay here, I’ll grab whatever you need”

You want to stay, want to remain in the safety of his sleek tinted windows, but you want to face it too, and somehow that need is more important, he doesn’t get to win, no fucking way.

You unclip your seat belt, opening the door as you turn to him “You going to show me how you protect me or what?”

Carmen bites back a smile, god he was so fucking proud. He could tell you were scared shit less, and yet you fought through that fear, and god you mesmerised him. You were stronger than he could ever be, and he wanted to take that burden from you, carry it himself so you didn't have to.

Carmen jogs to the back of the car, reaching into the boot before the clunk of wood on gravel meets your ears. Carmen nods towards you, as he grips a bat under his arm

“He puts a bruise on you and i break all his fucking bones” Carmen replies, and you can’t stop the joy that image brings you

Carmen walks you to your apartment, waiting outside like a hawk, his bat tight against his grip as he watches the hallways, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, you feel infinitly and utterly safe.

You throw your toiletries into a bag, grabbing a few nights of clothes and your work shoes. You eyes flicker around your apartment, it had been home to you for the past 4 years, and yet it felt so foreign to you now, you had grown to attest this place, this place you had filled with so much of yourself, and you hate him so much at that moment, for making you feel this way about a place you had once loved.

You leave your apartment with the door shut closed.

Carmen carries your bag and places them back into the back seat of the car, and as he begins to walk towards the apartment of your neighbour you reach a hand out to stop him.

“Honey, I’ve got to-” Carmen begins before you shut him quickly

“I want to watch” You reply quietly, and Carmen’s eyes flicker, before lacing his fingers into yours, as you both knock on his door.

There's a grumble before the clank of a chain slides open, and his face appears as the door opens to him, you can see the illuminated light of his TV glaring, the floor covered with pizza boxes and beer cans. You see in real time, how his face morphs from anger into fear, his eyes dropping as he sees the way Carmen practically shakes, and the man isn’t able to let out a word, a protest or wail of a plea before the crack of Carmen's wooden bat swings through the air.

-- -

“Are you sure he isn't dead?” You reply, as you dip a washcloth into warm water, wiping away the blood across Carmen’s neck

“He isn’t going to die if I wasn’t the one causing it, besides, if he does, that’s God finishing off the rest of it”. Carmen replies, raising his face so that you cleaned the last of the streaks of blood splattered across his jaw.

Carmen reaches for your hands, pressing a kiss to the top of them as he looks at you in that way like he yearns for you to be closer.

“You need sleep, but first you need to eat, yeah?” Carmen replies, shushing your protests and he carries you to his room in his arms, after he notices the exhaustion in your limbs. It’s dark, illuminated only by the wall to ceiling windows that look into the busy city streets and light up sky scrapers.

The sheets are strewn across the bed, haphazard like Carmen had rushed to get them off of him in the early mornings. Carmen slides you into them, tucking you within the soft pillowy blanket, sitting on the edge as he caresses your cheek softly.

He leaves for a moment, rushing to make you something to eat, his skin crawling with a need to feel you against him, nearly tripping over himself as he walks back into his room with a bowl of soup and a bottle of water.

Carmen sits next to you again, pressing spoonfuls of soup into your mouth and wiping the edges ceremoniously as you rest against the headboard half asleep.

You don’t notice the way he looks at you, like he's trying to memorise every dip and curve of your face, his fingers clutching the spoon tight like he’s going to break if he doesn't hold you against him.

“Honey?” Carmen replies hushed

“Hmh?” You reply, your eyes heavy as the comfort of Carmen's warmth spreads through you.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again, you tell me everything okay? Everything” Carmen replies pained, like the events that transpired somehow still were not resolved, like breaking the man's legs wasn't enough for him.

“Okay” You reply, and Carmen places the dishes onto the bedside table, leaving it to the morning because he can't keep you away from him any longer.

Carmen joins you in the bed, the left side of his bed finally taken by somebody for the first time in a long time. Tugging you against him, Carmen curls your body to lay against his chest, his fingers softly gracing your back, soft circles that had begun to lull you to a sleep you hadn’t felt in months, years even.

The beat of Carmen's heart joins with yours, together and entwined like how it was always meant to be, why had Carmen waited so long? Why had he let time pass without you tucked under him, safe within his arms and away from all the horrors of the world.

It’s only when Carmen notices the shift in your breathing, falling into a soft exhale before he even lets the whispers of sleep grip him within its grasps, his shoulders finally release from its tensed state once he knows you've finally fallen into a sleep that had been kept from you.

“You don’t know how much I love you baby girl, it fucking scares me, but I’ll keep reminding you until infinity if I have to, until you know it deep down like I do” Carmen mumbles out, his eyes falling heavy and you grips you against his chest.

You don’t really know how, but even between the state of sleep and consciousness, you hear him, and you whisper between the space in your bodies, that you already do.

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I was wondering if you do fluff/sfw fics, I love your writings! If so I would request some domestic fluff with one of cillians characters, I'm a sucker for that cute cuddly shit. <3

VISIONS OF SUCH SWEET DAYS ─── neil lewis 𖦹

ೃ⁀➷ “I hold you like the first time. I love your heart and all that you are. When I think of us it seems absurd to not believe in eternity.” — a letter to Albert Camus, María Casares.

pairing. neil lewis x reader

summary. domestic headcanons w/neil lewis!

warnings. tooth-rotting fluff, married life, domesticity, mutual pining, bestfriends-to-lovers

word count. 2.4k

a/n. ik this probably won’t get much attention cus theres no smut but this was sm fun to write!!! tysm anon & im so sorry requests are taking long to do😭schools taking precedent for me atm! also this wasn’t proofread i apologize😓 lastly, the title is from “apocalypse” by cigarettes after sex :)

P.S. THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR 2000 FOLLOWERS AHHHH I LOVE U GUYS SM!!!

Being in a relationship with Neil Lewis doesn’t change a thing at all. Your dynamic has stayed the same since you were just friends: you two were like an old married couple-- even before you did get married.

For years, it made Jonathan and Lucien wrinkle their noses, and you ponder about the matter often, how lovey-dovey you two had actually been without even realizing it…

🎬 you used to visit him at work with takeout after he complained about forgetting his lunch over the phone. he’d light up when you walked in, why’re you here?! on his tongue before you lifted up the plastic bag, and he’d smile that boyish smile of his, warm and appreciative and so neil, the same sweet neil you’d known since you were young.

“forget your lunch again, neil?” you’d grin. “i bet you could recite the seventh seal word by word but forget if you brushed your teeth this morning.” “you wound me!” he’d press a hand to his heart, theatrically pretending he’d gotten stabbed, “you don’t have to bet— i can recite the seventh seal word by word.”

🎬 when his washer broke, and he was too busy to get it fixed, you offered to wash his laundry for him. obviously, the thought of you handling his clothes — his intimates — had him mortified, so he suggested he just come over to yours and put a load in instead. still, the day dissolved into the two of you folding your laundry side by side, humming nostalgic tunes alongside your handheld radio.

“oh, god, change the station,” he’d groan, haphazardly tossing one of his newly rolled up tube socks into a plastic laundry bin. “hm? how come?” you questioned absently. “they’re playing that song, y’know— from homecoming?” “when that girl -- what was her name, again? -- dumped you?” “ugh, don’t remind me and please, just change it already!”

🎬 with adulthood came change, and honestly, the two of you didn’t get to see each other as often as you wanted, so neil proposed that you spend at least one night a week eating dinner together. once, you decided to cook instead of eating out, but neil got impatient. he wandered over to your figure in the kitchen, whining that he was about to keel over and die since you were taking so long. you rolled your eyes, but relented, holding up the wooden spoon and letting him taste-test, asking if it was too salty or too sweet. maybe it was because he was hungry, or your food was something so nostalgic and familiar to him, but he absolutely melted at the taste, singing praises the entire night.

🎬 sometimes you & neil’s movie-nights would drift off a little too late into the night, and the two of you would fall asleep on his couch together. you’d wake up, a strained, uncomfortable tangle of limbs and blankets, but you still felt right at home— snug against neil’s warm body, his familiar scent clinging to your skin.

🎬 since neil rarely got out of the house, you made it your mission to expose that man to the sunlight as much as possible; you didn't exactly want your bestfriend to get jaundice because he was binge-watching humphrey bogart's entire filmography for days in a row. you’d take him everywhere and anywhere: the two of you would go to the sunday farmers market downtown, looking at all the booths and tents laid out, buying fresh fruit and vegetables as opposed to, what you called, “overpriced, super-market big-box store garbage”, to which, neil would say, “is this a dig at me? because you know i’m terrible at grocery shopping, i cant help buying whatever’s easiest!”

🎬 other days, you’d walk in the park side by side, taking in the fresh air and throwing bread at ducks despite the DO NOT FEED THE DUCKS sign in bright yellow, snickering like school children.

“that one looks just like you,” you’d giggle, pointing at a particularly ugly looking one, flailing about in the water and splashing its siblings. “hardy-har, that’s very funny,” neil snorted, pushing you playfully. “jokes on you, it’s probably just like the ugly duckling.” “poor neil, is this your way of telling me you were switched at birth?”

🎬 sometimes, the two of you would sneak on top of your work building’s roof and, well, people-watch, picking a random person and dictating what you thought they were doing that day.

neil pointed at a lady wearing a furry wolf costume, and you filled in what you thought. “oh, oh, she’s going to her kids' birthday! the guy they hired to be a wolf didn’t show up, so mom decided to do it herself.” “good on her, but i don’t think it's her kids birthday she’s going to…” he trailed off, and you looked at him confused, before he gestured to the fur-suit-wearing woman entering a strip club. “huh,” you’d blink, “kinky.”

🎬 despite the confidence he projects at gumshoe video, considering he dresses up in some silly costume every week, the guy is absolutely terrified at booking his own appointments. it doesn't matter what it is, dental or medical or even a haircut, he stumbles and hangs up at the slightest rise of panic within him. its funny the first few times, but you could not deal with it anymore after he was sick with something he “didn’t know” because he was too nervous to call his doctor. you booked the first few, but then you taught him, shoving the phone in his hand and pantomiming what to do silently in front of him.

“uh, um, i’d like to book my - my-“ neil froze, mind going blank. you smacked your forehead lightly in exasperation, then pretended to inject yourself with a needle. “my, um, routine-- routine vaccinations!”

🎬 it took a few tries, but he finally got the hang of it— a big achievement on his part, but your number’s still hooked up to his dentist, so you have to remind him every time that he has to book his cleaning.

Nothing about your love has changed, not a single thing from back then, and honestly, maybe you loved him the whole time. Thought there certainly is a more romantic tone to your relationship now…

🎬 waking up next to neil might be one of the sweetest sights you’ve ever seen. usually, it’s him who wakes up first— he’s a light sleeper, while you sleep like the dead. your eyes flutter open, and there he is, piercing blue eyes drifting past your every feature. his gaze is tense and consuming but tender and loving all at once; you feel like he’s seeing through you, but it's in a good way-- you want to bare your heart on your sleeve for him because he does it for you. his hands are smooth on your side, holding you close, and he brings one up to cradle your face when he notices you’re awake.

“goodmorning,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “morning, you little creep,” you grin against his skin, “do you watch me every morning?” he rolled his eyes, “not every morning… i can’t when you go to work early, obviously.”

🎬 your wedding is the funniest thing you’re ever experienced. sure, most people want it to be beautiful and perfect, but you were content with anything— hell, neil could’ve married you with just his cardboard cutout of ingrid bergman as the sole witness and you’d still swoon. it’s funny because your families have this chemical energy about them when they’re together— they get along like a house on fire, and it’s just, seriously, seriously chaotic. all your friends being there doesn’t help either, especially when you were 99% sure your other best friend, violet, was pickpocketing the plus-ones you didn’t know.

“is that your aunt, or my cousin’s girlfriend?” neil asked in a whisper, taking a large bite of your red-velvet wedding cake. “i’m not sure…” you knit your brows, “but that is lucien asking for her number.”

🎬 you had gotten sick before with neil knowing before, obviously, but living with him while you’re sick means he makes it his personal mission to cater to your every need. he supplies you with dozens of pillows and blankets if you’re chilly, and will just as quickly fling them across the room if you break out a sweat. he’s by your side the whole time, even though you protest and fume that he’ll get sick too, but he says he doesn’t care, not when the love of his life is suffering. he’s so devoted to you, and it gets downright irritating at times like these, but you can’t deny how warm being showered in his love feels; being taken care of, doted on, his wide blue eyes peering into you for any sign of discomfort at all so he can quickly fix it.

just a single could i have some water? and neil’s hauling a thirty-six pack of plastic bottles into your bedroom. “just in case,” he pants, “dehydration’s a big problem when you’re sick, okay?!”

🎬 this man is a fiend!!! for spooning. little spoon or big spoon, he does not care okay maybe he likes being the little spoon a lil bit more he just adore having you near him. when he’s the big spoon, he pulls you real close, your face in the crook of his neck as he pets the back of your head gently, your arms wrapping around his waist. it’s the perfect angle because he gets to see your darling beautiful eyes looking up at him in the way you know he folds for every time. when he’s the little spoon, hes wastes no time in curling up against you, his head resting on your chest. theres just something so comforting about the position, be it your hands running through his brown locks, your legs hooked over his, or how his hands come up under your shirt and make you shiver, but you let it happen anyway, because you know how much he loves feeling your warmth under his fingertips.

🎬 neil is terrible, downright terrible at cooking… but he is a genius when the oven mitts come out! his silly little cinephile brain apparently made ample enough space for him to hone his baking skills, and when he’s not working or watching movies or cuddling with you, he’s in the kitchen, flour unknowingly on his face as he beats the living hell out of some poor egg whites.

“c’mere,” you usher him over, your eyes crinkling at his state: he was wearing a frilly hot-pink tartan apron with a heart-shaped chest — a gag gift you got him last christmas— while he piped chocolate ganache frosting on cupcakes. he drifted over to you absently, eyes still trained on the treats. they snapped straight over to you however, when you leaned in, presumably to give him a kiss, and instead darted your tongue out to lick the frosting on his cheek. “hey!” he gasped, face flushing as he scrambled to wipe away the saliva on his face. “you could’ve just said you wanted a taste.” “wouldn’t get such a cute reaction though, now would i?” you winked.

🎬 when a song comes on that doesn’t bubble up traumatic juvenile memories, you’re quick to clasp neil’s hand on your own, letting the music take you wherever, be it in your kitchen or at gumshoe video.

“dance with me,” you said, like it was a question, but already pulling neil up by the arm off your livingroom couch. your arms hooked around his neck as his hands rested softly on your waist, a familiar and comforting pressure on the flesh as you two swayed back and forth in tune to the music. “do we have a song?” you wondered, shifting your feet on the hardwood floor and looking up at him through your lashes. “the one from our wedding, probably,” he answered, “but this can be it if you want.” it’s some song you’ve never heard before, but its a good one, something you both like. “sure,” you murmur, turning to the side and resting your head on his chest as he pulled you close, swaying still. “i love you,” you said suddenly, and you heard neil let out a soft exhale of breath. “i love you, too. i think marrying you was the best thing i ever did.” “i think letting the weird new kid sit next to me at lunch was the best thing i ever did.”

All in all, married life with Neil is a dream, and entirely what you expected: you understand him like you do breathing. this love for him is innate, ingrained within you, and you know its the same for him— the love he’s shown you this whole time is the same pure thing, a tender and married adoration.

You know your husband so well you swear you could pick him out of a group by heartbeat alone; how it skips and stutters at the sound of your voice, how his heart pumps with a love only he can provide. There’s no-one else but Neil for you-- no one.

#cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy #neil lewis x reader #watching the detectives #neil lewis headcanons #neil lewis fluff

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kaisworlds · 8 months

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HII (btw I really liked your last luffy x dom) could you write abt a touch starved luffy x dom male fluff. (He’s so cute omg) Scenario: ever since you joined the crew as another swordsman you’ve been interacting with the crew more and more, not realizing the little time spent with luffy. And with that luffy throws a cute tantrum and keeps you for himself (I’m sorry this is so bad)

tysm anon i love luffy sm and always enjoy thinking abt how cute he is and i love ur scenario trust. hope u enjoy anon :)

"luffy that's what jealously is"

cw: teeth rotting fluff, jealous luffy, takes place right after ennies lobby so some spoilers?

after helping save robin from ennies lobby you were asked by luffy to join the straw hat pirates as a swordsman obviously you accepted. you took liking to the lively crew, having a celebration to welcome 2 new crew members, you noticed how your new captain, monkey .d luffy, would always try to stick to your side even dragging you away to sit on the head of the thousand sunny.

it was late afternoon the sun almost setting as you were chatting with zoro while shaprening your blade being careful not to grind too much down, looking up as robin walked up behind zoro leaning against the wall "i couldnt help but notice how attached luffy is to you [m/n]"teasing tone dripping from her words. slightly confused you raise an eyebrow looking at her "isnt he like this with everyone?" zoro uninterestingly adds on "mhm not really" as he continues striking his sword at the air. "speak of the devil" was the last thing you heard from robin before you got tackled to the ground face slamming into the wooden floor "[m/n] COME ON LETS GO STEAL FOOD FROM SANJI" voice a little strained from his arms wrapped around your neck trying to stay close, you croak out "n-not now training with zor-o LUFFY I CANT BREATH" luffy frowns a bit before getting off of you pouting and going to the head of the sunny sighing to get your attention

its been a few days of this as the crew starts getting worried about luffy

as you ignore him he sighs again but louder each time making you look at him before zoro nods his head at luffy silently telling you to go to him, its your turn to now sigh putting your sword back into its spot on your hip slowly walking to luffy leaning your back on the rail looking at his side profile.

not seeing how robin quietly tells everyone to move inside to give you just some space

luffy's eyebrows are scrunched up, bottom lip puffed out and holding his knees against his chest making a big effort not to look at you. you move closer to him tilting his hat backwards so it rests on his back "wanna tell me why youre acting like a big baby luffy?" you say with a small smile. luffy catches a glimpse of your smile trying not to smile back as he fidgets with the string around his neck attached to his hat "you keep hanging out with zoro and not me" he frowns more, his rubber face making him look even more sad as his mouth drooped. "we weren't hanging out luffy we were training its been a while since i could train with another swordsman...but if i didnt know any better i'd say youre just jealous...are you jealous luffy" climbing next to him on the ships head you face him smirking, eyes locked as luffy shakes his head proudly "nuh uhh im not jealous i just want you to be close to me more and i get this icky feeling when youre with someone else and youre laughing with them cause im supposed to make you laugh so hah im not jealous" he puffs his chest out crossing his arms to prove his point "luffy thats what jealously is...." tucking a strand of hair behind his ear "oh yeah...then yes im jealous" nodding your head smiling at him "then i'll make sure to spend more time with you. how does that sound?" luffys smile beams back onto his face as he stands up excitedly nodding his head not really understanding the concept of his crush on you but he knows you make him feel happy so he wants to be with you. interrupting your moment sanji's voice booms from the kitchen "DINNERS DONE NAMMIIII AND ROBBINN" followed by a loud bang and nami yelling "WE TOLD YOU TO KEEP QUIET DUMBASS YOU RUINED THE MOMENT" "sowwy nami" sanji lays on the floor with a swollen lip watching as luffy runs inside for the food his hand wrapped around yours

something most of the crew noticed is how he almost never stole your food from that night forward

#dom male reader #top male reader #amab reader #kai writes👽#sub luffy #sub one piece #one piece x male reader #luffy x male reader

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padfootagain · 1 year

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Silly Love

Hello!!! Here we go with a request from an anon for my Comeback Event!! Thank you so much for your request anon! It was such a delight to write!

Here is the request: “AAAAH i'm so excited for this event!!!! I wanted to request Ben Barnes with the Idiots In love trope!! like maybe they do interview together or we spot them publicly and they're so blushing and happy together that they forget to stay low in the public eye !! thank you so much Carole for giving us some fan content i love and appreciate your work so much ❤️”

This is so adorable, honestly…

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: so much fluff your teeth will rot

Summary: you and Ben are giving a series of interviews for a project you’ve filmed together. But as the day goes by, it’s harder and harder for the two of you to remain serious and not act like the two fools in love that you are…

Word count: 3447

There was something in the way you spoke that always felt so reassuring to him.

Ben wasn’t certain of what it was exactly. The sound, the tone, the octave, the rhythm… He didn’t know what it was about your voice that simply… soothed him. He merely had to listen to you, close his eyes, and everything else would disappear.

He remembered the first time he heard it. It was through his TV screen. It didn’t feel the same then. It lacked the gentle imperfections your voice carried in real life. Still, he remembered watching the whole show you were playing in simply to listen to your voice.

One of these magic tricks of yours.

He should have been paying attention to what you were saying, to what the journalist was asking too. But as he stared at you, he simply forgot about anything else in the room but you. He stared at your eyelashes as they moved with each of your small blinking movements. He studied the curve of your nose, the line of your jaw, the colour of your lips. He knew how soft they felt against his. He fought against the sudden urge to simply cradle your neck, turn your head towards him, and kiss you until none of you could breathe…

You turned to him, and he fell into your eyes. Impossible to look away. Impossible to breathe at all. It felt like drowning, but in a wonderful way. Like falling forever and never wanting to hit the ground.

He didn’t even notice the way a dreamy smile formed on his lips. He was resting his chin in his palm, his elbow resting on the wooden armrest of his chair, set right next to yours.

He saw you tilting your head slightly, frowning a little…

He recognized those signs. It meant that you were waiting for an answer to something he had not been listening to…

“Ben? What do you think?” you repeated.

He shook himself, straightening up again, and blushing terribly.

“I… I am terribly sorry. I did not listen to the question,” he apologised, letting out an embarrassed laugh.

You soon joined him, chuckling while the interviewer repeated her question. You hid your embarrassment behind your hands…

You knew perfectly well why Ben had not been listening. He wasn’t paying attention.

You could hear his excuse, he gave it to you every time he wasn’t listening to you.

It’s not my fault if you’re too gorgeous to look at for me to focus on anything else.

And sometimes, you wondered if he truly meant that. Of course, you took it as a charming and flirty excuse. But there were moments when he would just stare at you the way he just did… maybe he was merely gawking at you, for real.

“Well, I was very happy to work with Y/N,” he answered, and you realized that, this time, you had been the one who wasn’t paying attention to the journalist sitting before you. “I had been admiring her work for a while so… huh… I was very curious to learn how she built her character’s presence, how she approached her roles. And it… it turns out that she is also an amazing human being so… I am a very happy man, indeed.”

You struggled to refrain a smile at his words. You knew perfectly well that you made him a happy man because of your blossoming relationship, not because of your talents as an actor.

You noticed the smirk that appeared on his lips, and knew that you were not doing a great job at hiding your emotions. A mix of satisfaction and embarrassment and shyness…

He adored it. He was so proud of himself for making you look like this. You were so adorable then…

You had not made your relationship official. Ben and you were both adamant in keeping your private lives private. Besides, you had met while working on this movie, and you didn’t want your relationship in your real lives to become a tool to promote the film. So, you were both determined to keep your relationship secret, for now.

You had to admit though that sitting next to Ben all day long, in a rather dark room, made it very difficult for you to act like the two of you were mere friends.

“What did you take home with you from set at the end of filming?” the interviewer asked, apparently oblivious of your inner battles.

“I took home some… small things that were on set… I don’t think I should tell you in details,” Ben laughed. “But I have one of my suits. Let’s… let’s say that.”

“What about you, Y/N?”

You thought for a second, but couldn’t stop yourself from answering as honestly as you could.

“Wonderful people.”

Ben and you exchanged a tender smile.

You were both resting your arms on the armrests of your chairs, and Ben used your proximity to brush his pinky finger against yours, ever so slightly, so no one in the room would notice.

The gesture was there though, tender and intimate, and you grinned at each other. Ben was blushing fiercely again.

“How nice!” commented the journalist.

“See? Told you. She’s amazing,” Ben nodded, making you roll your eyes.

“You have such an amazing chemistry on screen. I think it’s one of the biggest charms about this film, to be honest. And it must be hard to navigate through a love story between two characters. How did you manage that? How did you establish this connection?”

Ben cleared his throat and you saw him looking up at the ceiling, looking for a lie.

After all, he couldn’t answer with the truth. He couldn’t answer with: well, we both genuinely fell in love with each other off-screen, so it wasn’t hard to pretend to be madly in love on-screen. No, that couldn’t work…

You wanted to help him, find your own answer, but you were quite taken aback by the question as well. You were thinking about all these long evenings spent together in his apartment, drinking tea, or sometimes whiskey, and talking for hours and hours; failing to notice that the night was flying by. All those mornings laughing with him in make-up. Listening to his sweet voice as he sang on his piano during the weekend. The long walks on Sunday afternoons. And this feeling that kept on growing and growing, but you couldn’t possibly imagine that he felt the same…

And then, the comments of your friends about the two of you. The fact that you had become so close so quickly, that you wanted to spend so much time with him, that you didn’t think about dating anymore. The realization that struck you like a punch in the stomach that you were not having a mere crush, but were falling desperately, hopelessly, irrevocably in love with your co-star. The doubts, the long days spent thinking that he could never feel the same.

Until that Sunday afternoon when he sang this bloody song he had written, and you sat next to him while he played on his piano and… you just couldn’t stop yourself.

Your first kiss. It tasted like sunlight, tea and soft music.

You were brought back to the real world when Ben finally spoke.

“We talked a lot about the most intimate scenes, and the most emotional scenes too. Huh… we… we really wanted to be on the same page, and to be sure that we were both comfortable and able to express in the best way what our characters were feeling. And I think that level of understanding was very important. And… you know just… trusting each other. Huh… and then we simply became very good friends so it made everything pretty easy.”

You couldn’t refrain your tender smile as you stared at him while he spoke. You drank every word. You studied his dark hair you loved messing up with your fingers so much, his short beard you adored against your skin, the angle of his jaw, the corner of these lips you wanted to kiss all the damn time…

You shook yourself, trying to pay attention to the interview again.

“Alright a few fun questions now,” the interviewer said, a smile on her lips. “I’ll ask you some questions and you have to answer with the first thing that comes to your minds, at the same time, on the count of three. Sounds good for you?”

“Sure, sounds fun,” you answered, smiling as well.

“Alright. Tea or coffee? One, two, three…”

“Tea.”

“Coffee.”

You rolled your eyes at Ben’s answer, and he did the same because of you.

“That bloody, tasteless hot water,” you complained.

“I love coffee too.”

“But you prefer tea.”

“I do prefer tea.”

“Very cliché for a Brit.”

“True… I’m not going to try to deny that.”

The two of you exchanged a teasing smile, before focusing on the journalist again, waiting for her next question.

“Your favourite thing about each other. One, two, three…”

“His kindness.”

“Her kindness.”

You both gasped at your matching answers.

“You are extremely kind, like… too kind, honestly. Very patient as well,” you nodded, and Ben was grinning at your words.

It was the kind of radiant smiles that were almost blinding.

“You are way too sweet. And just so… so genuinely nice. In the best way,” Ben added, his grin turning into something softer as he stared at you. “You’re always trying to make sure everyone around you is happy and well. You have a very generous soul. I love that about you.”

“Aww…” you couldn’t help it when you reached for his hand and gave it a tender squeeze.

“Now, what is the thing you dislike the most about each other?” the journalist asked once you were looking at her again. “One, two, three…”

“Nothing.”

“He’s so distracting.”

Ben looked at you in shock while you and the interviewer were laughing so much.

“Wow… I was not expecting that one,” Ben admitted. “I was being so nice to you, I said ‘nothing’! Did you hear that?” he added, turning to the interviewer. “I can’t believe it...”

“You really are so distracting though.”

“I’m very focused when I work,” he argued.

“You have the whole shouting-to-get-into-character thing,” you started, counting on your fingers.

“Oh… yeah… that’s right. I see how that can be quite distracting…” he admitted, and you saw him starting to blush again.

“You’re always in people’s face, or touching me, or hugging me…”

“That’s nice though!”

“It’s nice, but still distracting.”

You raised a third finger.

“And you’re very handsome. It doesn’t help.”

His smile turned tender again, the tips of his ears turning red.

“Thank you, that’s nice.”

“Do you want to change your answer?” the journalist asked Ben with humour.

“I think I’ll say that she’s too honest sometimes.”

You all laughed.

“You never think before speaking,” Ben went on, still laughing. “It’s hilarious.”

“I am hilarious.”

“You truly are. But it gets you into so much trouble sometimes. Do you remember when we were at this restaurant and you thought the couple at the table next to ours were father and daughter?”

You doubled with laughter, hiding your face in your hands.

“That was so embarrassing.”

“You’re so loud…”

“I was tipsy!”

“Drunk. You were full-on drunk.”

“No, I wasn’t! I was very tipsy but I was not drunk.”

“Anyway, you said this so loudly and the look they sent us!”

You were both laughing so much, both of you forgetting all about the interview.

“I just wanted to disappear.”

“You really get us into so much trouble sometimes…”

“But you like it. You would be bored otherwise.”

“Just like I bet you love it when I distract you.”

“That’s quite true.”

You and Ben intertwined your fingers together, holding hands, and Ben brushed tenderly the back of your hand with his thumb. You didn’t think about what the gesture could mean for the rest of the world. You were too busy getting lost in his dark eyes.

The journalist interrupted your thoughts though as she spoke again. You separated your two hands, movements made slow by reluctance.

“What’s the last emoji you sent to the other? One, two, three.”

“Laughing face.”

“Kiss emoji.”

You frowned hard at Ben.

“Your last emoji was a heart, not a laughing f…”

But you saw the look in his eyes and stopped talking.

He was lying on purpose… shoot…

“Yes, you’re right, it was a laughing face,” you lied, but you were pretty certain that you were not convincing.

Ben tried to keep a straight face, but it was difficult.

The interview was (thankfully) over though, so the journalist left, and you bid her a good day with a handshake and a warm smile.

Ben asked for a two-minutes break before welcoming the next interviewer, pretexting that he needed to go to the bathroom, and you followed his lead.

Actually, you found refuge in the deserted staircase of the building, and both exploded with laughter in the empty space, your laughs amplified by their echoes.

“We really need to be more careful, my love,” Ben argued, trying to be more serious again.

“You’re right,” you nodded, letting him wrap his arms around you to draw you closer to him. “I’m sorry.”

“I am not fully innocent either…”

“But that emoji… and I said I sent you a kissing face!”

You buried your face in your hands and rested your forehead against his shoulder. Ben merely laughed.

“I don’t think that was enough to start a rumour about us being together, though,” he reassured you. “But I was right. You really need to learn to think before speaking…”

You swatted him playfully on his upper arm, and he doubled with laughter.

“Now, we should go back. We still have many interviews to give. And no more hand-touching, mister!” you scolded him.

“I can’t help it,” he complained. “Besides, before we go back, I really need to do something first. Something I’ve been dying to do ever since we entered this room, because… you are so beautiful like this, love…”

You gave him a flirtatious smile, knowing perfectly where this conversation was heading.

“And what could that be, honey?”

“This.”

He leaned down to kiss you tenderly on the lips, a hand climbing up your body to rest gently against your cheek, cupping your jaw to guide your face towards his again when you tried to break the kiss. You lost your fingers in his hair, messing with the dark locks, but none of you cared.

Kissing him felt too amazing for you to care about anything but his lips.

“Honey? What are you doing? Hurry up, I want to watch the movie!”

You wore your most annoyed tone, but heard Ben chuckling from the corridor anyway. You couldn’t refrain a smile at the sound, even if you were trying to act like you were annoyed. It was too warm, too reassuring for you to feel anything but happy whenever you heard his laughter.

You rearranged the covers of Ben’s bed, waiting patiently for him to finally join you so you could start watching a cute romantic comedy you had found on Netflix. But he seemed to be taking forever…

He finally appeared, wearing nothing but a pair of dark boxers, and you couldn’t help it when you let your gaze roam the length of his body. His hair was dishevelled from the shower he had taken after dinner, and you loved it. He was staring at his phone as he walked in the room, but looked up to catch the sight of you lying there, cosy and warm in his bed.

Best sight on Earth, he reckoned…

He slipped in the bed with you, and you greeted him with a grin and a peck on the lips. But you frowned as he focused on his phone again.

“Is everything alright?” you asked, snuggling in his side as he raised his arm for you to settle in his embrace.

“Yeah, just… was checking on some comments on a couple of interviews we did together the other day, you remember?”

“When it was just the two of us?”

Ben nodded, eyes still fixed on his screen.

His hand was drawing mindless patterns across the small of your back. It was comforting, soothing… it reminded you that he truly was there, by your side.

It had been a few weeks now since you had recorded these interviews, but of course you remembered. It had been proper torture to seat next to Ben all day without being able to touch him, to speak your mind, to remind him that you loved him…

“Sure, what about them?” you asked dropping a kiss on his chest, and you smirked at the sight of the smile that formed on his lips under your touch.

“Well… a couple of friends have warned me that some comments are… quite… accurate…”

You frowned hard, leaning closer to look at his phone, and he turned the screen in your direction so you could read the comments too.

Your eyes grew round.

I bet Ben and Y/N are more than friends… have you seen that chemistry?

The way Ben just gawked at Y/N for two full minutes, not listening to anything she or the interviewer said, is a big mood. Also, they’re in love.

Lol, when they held hands at 6:30, I’m dead, thx!

Not the type to start rumours but… are these two together? Like… irl?! Because they seem like a real couple trying their absolute best to hide how infatuated they are with each other… and failing.

Ben and you exchanged a glance.

“Oh…” you breathed.

“I think we… have blown our cover, love,” Ben joked.

You were afraid he would be mad, but he seemed amused by the situation, more than anything else…

“You’re not panicking? Or annoyed? Or angry?” you carefully asked.

He noticed your wary tone, and looked down at you, before dropping a kiss in your hair.

“No, I don’t care, to be honest.”

“I thought we had decided to keep all this a secret.”

“Yes, well… I don’t mind. I love you, that’s all that matters.”

You tightened your hold on him, making him chuckle.

“I love you too,” you whispered against the skin of his neck, closing your eyes as you deeply breathed in the sugary scents of his soap and shampoo.

“Do you mind terribly that everyone is figuring things out about us?” he asked, and this time he was the one wearing a cautious tone.

“Not really, actually. I thought it would stress me out, but I don’t really care.”

You exchanged a loving smile, and he brushed his nose and his cheek against your forehead, making you heave a content sigh.

“By the way… I want to watch these two full minutes where you are… how did they say that? Oh, yes… gawking at me,” you teased him, a cheeky grin on your lips, while he exploded with laughter.

“I’ve watched it,” he confessed, his eyes tightly closed and his head thrown back in embarrassment, trying to hide from you, but you could still see that he was fiercely blushing. “I’ve watched it and I can’t believe I’ve stared at you like that in public…”

“Is it that bad?”

“Yes, it is.”

“You’re so sweet… so cheesy…”

“Oh, shut up!” he grumbled, making you laugh.

“I want to watch it, give me your phone.”

“Absolutely not!” he protested, extending his arm so the device would remain out of reach.

“Ben! Give it to me!”

“No!”

“I can also just use my own phone…”

“No… no…”

He grabbed you by the waist when you reached for your phone on your bedside table, pulling you towards him and making you both fall on the mattress.

You were both laughing so much by now.

“No! Don’t watch it!”

“If you start tickling me, I swear to God, you will soon be a dead man…”

“I’ll find another way to distract you, that’s alright…”

“Stop kissing me like that…”

“Really? You want me to stop?”

“No… not really…”

“Hmmm… thought so… Y/N!”

“I got the phone! When is it? WHEN IS IT?”

“NOOOO!”

Ben kept on attacking you with waves of kisses and tickles, but you held his phone in hostage, and he ended up losing the war, as you watched the full video together. He expected you to laugh at him, but you didn’t. You simply kissed him hard and tender on the lips, and snuggled into his arms.

It was a happy evening, in a life full of love…

#ben barnes #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes x you #ben barnes x y/n #ben barnes fanfiction #ben barnes fanfic #ben barnes oneshot #ben barnes imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #writing

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st4r-bby · 11 months

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hi!! this is my first req but i was wondering if you could write something about jack champion having feelings for actress!reader who plays as his love interest on scream? like everyone knows he likes her but her and he doesnt know what to do because they are best friends? just lots of fluff

AMAZING IDEA ANON!

movie : none really but they both play in scream 6 together

character / person : jack champion

pairing : !shy-ish jack x !actress reader

contains : fluff, lots of fluff, fluff that rots your teeth, jack being head over heels for the reader, reader being oblivious.

both y/n and jack were actors in the new scream movie, jack played ethan landry and y/n played (whatever name) as his love interest. one of the scenes in the movie is when y/n has to kiss jack. jack tells mason and now they're yelling at each other in jacks trailer.

"but mason!" jack squeaks, "i don't wanna hear it. it's just a peck anyways." mason says, "but it's y/n! i'm her best friend, she's mine, i have a crush on her, she doesn't have one on me! it's going to crush me when we kiss!" jack starts whining. mason rolls his eyes, "come on, it's not that big of a deal." jack clears his throat dramatically, "yes it is! and you do not tell jenna about this or i'll stab you in real life too."

mason gives him a confused look. "i read the whole script." mason rolls his eyes again. "jenna already knows you like y/n, everyone does!" jacks eyes widen and he yells, "WHAT?!" mason covers his ears slightly, "yeah!" jacks jaw drops, he looks flabbergasted. "EVEN Y/N??" mason laughs, "everyone expect y/n. somehow." jack lets out a huff of relief. "good, i don't want y/n to know.." they hear the door to jacks trailer open and shut. "you don't want me to know what?" y/n says, confused while carrying a box of dunkin donuts.

"oh and i brought dunkin." she opens the box showing all kinds of donuts. while jack is sitting there shocked at her timing, mason runs to the box and grabs a chocolate one, praising y/n for it. y/n smiles at mason then looks at jack, waiting for an answer she tilts her head. any other person would've moved on, but jack, jack thinks that was one of the cutest things she's ever done.

"oh.. uhm.. well.. you.." jack rambles, not finding the right words to say. y/n laughs, making his heart skip a beat. she grabs his favorite kind of donut, walks up to him, and shoves some into his mouth to shut him up. "okay, okay pretty boy. i get it, you don't want me to know. just eat the donut." after she calls him that, he feels blood rushing up to his face already. he eats the donut she shoved into his mouth and she smiles. "good boy!" she pats his head.

mason looks at them both and smirks, he grabs two more donuts and leaves the trailer silently. y/n sits down on a chair and messes with things in his trailer. "interesting trailer, j." she spins around. "you know why i'm here right?" he shakes his head, not being able to speak after those names she called him. "we have to rehearse the kiss scene remember? the directors changed it up a little and said it shouldn't be a peck and it should just be a longer kiss." he curses at the directors in his head but just nods.

she gets up and walks up to him, "so it goes a bit like this.." she grabs his hands and puts them on her waist then she takes her own hands and puts them on his cheeks. "and then we kiss for like five seconds." she smiles. jacks heart skips a bit and he thought he stopped breathing for a while but they both pulled in and they kiss.

y/n would consider it amazing, jack considered it being on cloud 9. they pull away after five whole seconds and she smiles at him. "wow jack, i didn't expect that to be as great as that was." somehow jack gained the confidence to speak again, "can we.. do it again?" he gets embarrassed and y/n realizes what's going on. "jack.. if you want to kiss me as y/n and not (characters name) you could've just said so." she smiles and they pull in for another kiss, and many more after that.

okay i admit this was kinda good- BUT THE BEST IDEA CONGRATS ANON

#jack champion fluff #ethan landry fluff #scream fanfic #scream 2023 #ethan landry fanfiction #ethan landry x you #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry imagine #jack champion x reader #jack champion

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loveephia · 1 year

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Anon that asked this here, I am SORRY FOR ASKING THAT I GUESS I DIDNT FULL CHECK THE TW'S... But can you do headcannons for kuroo x fem reader that's the manager for another team? Shinzen maybe, and they met at the training camp

Take your time!

kuroo with a small crush on shinzen's manager.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, a speck of angst, kuroo trying to get your attention, you're doing your manager duties like a good person would, bokuto being a dense sweetheart.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: NOOO DW ABOUT IT!! WHEN YOU SENT ME THAT QUESTION, I DECIDED TO ADD IT TO MY "NO'S" FOR FUTURE REFRENCES. THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUEST!! :DD i'm so sorry that this is late. 😭😭😭

you both met when you were first years from the summer camp held two years ago.

kuroo is undeniably a pro at hiding his little crush on you, but he becomes more of a show-off when you're around. 😭

like, y'know how he's athletic, intelligent, and handsome all in one? yeah. he knows he's all that.

now that you're both third years, when he sees you at the summer camp again, he feels more on edge.

because this is his last chance of ever seeing you again unless both of your schools make it to nationals.

he wants to confess to you as soon as possible, but with all the busyness ahead, it's almost unlikely for him to be given an opening.

almost.

when you both meet at the entrance, you give him a small bow of recognition and walk right by him.

and oh my gosh have you gotten cuter??

KUROO IS READY TO RISK IT ALL FOR YOU BC BRO'S GOT THAT DESPERATE RIZZ!! LMFOAO

in the evening, you're about to go to the girl's bathroom to brush your teeth, when you notice kuroo getting out of a classroom too (a toothbrush and tube of toothpaste in one hand, and a plastic cup in the other).

since you're both headed the same way (the male and female bathrooms are near each other), you decide to talk to him so that it wouldn't be awkward.

"hello, kuroo. how's the summer camp been treating you so far?" you ask.

kuroo stutters in his step since he didn't notice you. "oh— it's been a bit hellish since bokuto keeps bothering me for practice,"

and kuroo doesn't know why, but he felt a little bolder than usual, "but i don't mind, since i get to see you afterward."

this brought a peachy blush onto your cute cheeks. what a smooth talker he is..

"a- ah.. really?" you ask, a bit flustered as you weren't expecting him to flirt with you.

kuroo nods with no shame as he makes his way over to you. "gonna brush your teeth, too?" he asks, and this time, it's your turn to nod. "mhm. i need to make my smile as pearly as possible."

"i've always liked your smile." kuroo admits as your blush deepens. "you're flattering me, kuroo." you hide the creeping smile behind a hand to kuroo's dismay.

he gently brings your hand down to see the beautiful smile he oh, so, loved.

and you let him. because there's something about kuroo that's just so—

"LET'S ALL PLAY MARIOKART! I WANNA BE PRINCESS PEACH BECAUSE SHE'S COOL— oh." bokuto's exclaims are quickly cut off by the sight of you and kuroo in the middle of the hallway, looking like you were almost about to kiss.

"woah, i didn't know you two were a thing!" bokuto quickly jumps to conclusions as you try (emphasis on the try) to tell him that he has it all wrong, your frantic arms waving back and forth. "n- no! it's not like that!"

it's hard to sway bokuto otherwise when your face is as red as apples right now.

kuroo finds it amusing since he didn't know he had such an effect on you. how cute!

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zabimarushoney67 · 10 months

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I'm having brainrot about sake and cuddles with Shunsui and thought you'd relate💖

-@dragon-anon 🐉

Oooo girl you know where it’s at every time! I’m always feral for that mans 🙏🏼💖 heck yes I’m gonna write this! Thank you for all of your ideas 🥰 I hope you enjoy!

🌺Sake Kisses🌺

Shunsui Kyoraku x Fem Reader!

Fluff💟SFW✅SS👀+16yrs

Summary: Shunsui patiently awaits the arrival of his wonderful, beautiful, loving but exhausted and frustrated wife after a long, hard day of patrols and paperwork. “Let me take care of you my love.”

Warnings: Not many. Some medium language, tongue kisses, roaming hands, butt pats, hot bath insert (not sexual, just some teeth rotting fluff.) healthy relationship opinion.

Author notes: ugh what an ask 😮‍💨 you had me at Shunsui and sake. We love Shunsui Kyoraku, my husband actually. Our birthdays are 10 days apart you can’t tell me we weren’t meant to be in another dimension. Idc Idc 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

The jingling sound of keys as trembling fingers fumbled around with them at the front door. Losing herself in her many key rings, this was the last thing to painstakingly upset you yet again, today.

In the rush of opening your door, your shaky fingers haphazardly dropping your keys, ‘that’s enough’ you thought agitated. Gazing down at the lanyard, it lay messily on the door mat you and Shunsui had picked out a just week earlier. You heaved out a frustrated sigh. Feeling as if you might finally snap and cry right there. Achingly picking them up from the ground, and as patiently as you could, finally unlocked the doorway. Shunsui hummed happily in the kitchen, you could hear his low baritone voice rumble as he shuffled around in the cupboards.

“ Hello! Y/n-chan!” “Petal? Are you home finally?” “How was your first day?” He inquires from the other room just as he closed the door to the cupboard. Her silence was profound, only a lonely “Yeah..” left your lips as you sighed heavily. Kicking your sandals off, you dropped your gear heavily next to the door with a thud.

The sound of your voice and the way it wavered, your audible frustration captured Shunsui’s curiosity, he furrowed his brow at the sound of your distress. Peering from the doorway next to the hall that you stood in, Shunsui’s eyes studied carefully as you faced the wall, and gently wiped your cheeks with your sleeves.

“Hey…” “Hey, what’s the matter?” “Is everything okay my love?” “What happened?” Shunsui, suddenly overcome with worry rushed over to you and put his large gentle hands on your shoulders pulling you up against his robust physique.

Laying his scruffy chin on top of your head, he could feel your shoulders shake once more as the tears started to fall from your eyes. Taking a shaky breath, you turn around and tightly hugs Shunsui’s waist. Burrowing your wet face into his chest and nuzzle into him, not willing to talk about your day yet.

His tall frame and lazy arms wrapped you up in his warm embrace. “Mmm, I missed you today beautiful.” “Do you want to talk about your day? Tell me all about it.” “I can tell you’re upset, I want to help if I can.” Shunsui cooed to you with a soft voice and gently squeezed you. His chest reverberated as he spoke, the vibration soothing some of your frayed nerves.

“I need a drink,” you chided, your voice muffled by his floral kimono. Shunsui chuckled warmly, his body shaking with each little fit. Placing a hand on the back of your head he leaned to kiss your crown. “It’s a good thing I already thought ahead then,” “I poured you one already,” “It’s waiting for you in the kitchen.” He spoke against your scalp, kissing you a second time afterward. Releasing you from his close embrace, Shunsui ushered you into the bedroom for a quick change, while he brought the tray of drinks to the living room.

(…)

Assembling some fruit bowls and other snacks for you, Shunsui met you in the dimly lit living room. His face swooned into his infamous lazy smile as he glimpsed at you in your large shirt and panties, hands in your lap and on the sofa. Somehow, your sad puffy eyes and pouty lips always did something to Shunsui, physically. He would prefer for you not to be upset. But he couldn’t help but love how cute you looked when you needed him. He lived as your rock, and when he had a chance to be needed, he took his opportunity and ran with it every time.

Plopping down on the cushion next to yours he sits facing you, elbow resting on the back of the couch. He gently clasps your hand and brings it to his full lips, softly kissing your fingers before placing them in his lap and squeezing them gently. Nonetheless you silently reach for your sake to throw it back. Your behavior forces Shunsui’s eyebrows to raise in quick succession. An impressed expression noticeable on his face.

You quickly swallowed the fruity sake with an audible gulp. Placing the saucer on the tray, you slouch deep into your cushion. You could feel the liquor course through your veins, and warm up your belly. Closing your tired eyes, you sucked a deep breath through your nose, exhaling slowly.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so quiet..” you say humbly, sheepishly looking at Shunsui sitting next to you. “Not at all my dear,” “you’ll talk when you’re ready I know,” Shunsui reassured, his face gentle and patient as his smoky eyes drank you in with pure devotion. “I think I’ll follow you on that drink,” he winked before reaching for his saucer and throwing it back. “I can’t possibly allow my wife to drink faster than me.” “Me, of all people.” He cracked up, filling both saucers up to the rim again.

The first smile of the night appeared on your lips with his comment. “I’m always here for you y/n, no matter what.” “You’re my wife, and I love you.” “I will show up when you need me to baby” he hummed. “You don’t need to say it with words if you don’t want to.” Shunsui continued, laying his love and loyalty down for you thickly.

A soft blush lifted to the apple of your cheeks. After 6 years of being married to each other, it was difficult to believe that this man could still make your heart flutter with his honeyed words. His peaceful temperament and silver tongue were always the things that drew you to him. His confidence, sex appeal, and warming personality were just pluses.

“Thank you shun, I love you too,” You whimpered weakly, as you lowered your head and shoulders down to Shunsui’s lap. Taking him by surprise as you stretched your whole body out from him. “Right back at ya, petal,” he smiled, his voice rumbling deep in your ears as you lay on his thighs.

(…)

Shunsui combed your messy hair with his fingers. He Raked through its silky strands, admiring its color and the way it threaded through his fingers. Finally under his care you rested, feeling safe, and comfortably recharging at home. You hum in appreciation at the feeling of his fingers drifting through your hair. Shunsui tugged your hair free of any knots, gently digging around for any that might've hidden within your length.

Sitting up from his lap you stretched out with your arms above your head. Your tense back cracked as you gently twisted in your spot. Feeling more relaxed than you’ve felt all day, you rotate your neck and stretch its tense muscles. Reaching out for your saucer and some chunky watermelon squares, you placed the bowl in your lap and pop a piece in your mouth. It was sweet, juicy, and refreshing. Another happy hum left your chest as you savored the fruit, watermelon juice dripping from the sides of your mouth and down your chin.

Shunsui had thought of everything and quickly understood that you required self-care and tenderness. Responding immediately, he nourished your body with food and drink, then your heart and soul with his affection. He truly is the best spouse anyone could ever ask for. You sat there thinking, momentarily being grateful to the universe for aligning you with such a perfect partner.

Shunsui glanced in your direction. Gazing at your relaxed form, he smiled knowing it had shifted from the one he was presented with earlier. Your body was tight and rigid against his own. Your pouty lips, frustrated sighs, and hot wet cheeks were features that gradually lessened with the passing time. Shunsui was pleased knowing he could help you feel better.

“Shall I run you a bath, my love?” He asked abruptly, breaking the silence and stopping you mid-bite of another chunk of watermelon. “Yes, please. I would… appreciate it..” you respond slowly, your mouth full of fruit and sake. “Of course petal, I want to take care of you.” “I’m gonna hear you laugh by the end of the night, that’s my goal.” He smiled at you, gripping your thigh softly under his calloused palm.

(…)

“The bath is ready babe,” Shunsui’s soft voice spoke from the bedroom doorway. Throwing your 3rd saucer back, you stand from the couch. Wobbling on your feet, you could feel the liquor too much in your head.

Rushing past Shunsui in the doorway, you quickly yanked your shirt over your head. Allowing your panties to drop to the side of the tub, you ease your toes into the hot water. Your urgency for your bath made Shunsui laugh, he loved doing things for you that he figured you needed. There was never an argument or a fight about whatever he did for you. Everything he did and gave you, you took happily, no question.

It made doing good things for you worthwhile. Always satisfactory, and Shunsui was repaid generously for his efforts. Being married to you was one of the most remarkable adventures he had ever gone on, and he couldn’t wait to see where your love would take him next. Following closely behind you, Shunsui perched on the toilet seat with half a bottle of sake, offering you some pleasant company while you soaked.

(…)

“Oh! You wouldn’t believe the ridiculousness, that fool, Byakua, pulled today on our hollow mission.” You angrily huffed while laying in the hot, floral-scented bath water. Shunsui sat patiently, listening intently to your frustrations. Taking generous swigs from the bottle, he passes it back to you. Accepting his gesture, you grip the bottle tightly in your fingers. “Damn him! He’s always running off alone. “Like he can handle everything on his own.” “Sooner or later on a mission, he’s gonna get in trouble thinking like that.” “I don’t care how capable he makes himself out to be.” You sighed out defeated, feeling emotional after finally pouring yourself out to your husband's ear.

“I understand why you’re frustrated my love, but the way you worded everything,” “makes it sound like you deeply care about him, you want him to be safe, and,” “you want to be needed.” Shunsui deliberated with you calmly. “You’re a fierce fighter, and you want to prove yourself reliable to your fellow captains.” “Just give it time, eventually you’ll get your time to prove yourself worthy of your rank.” He genuinely reassured you, giving you a soft smile. “Me, and the others, didn’t recommend you to old man Yama-ji for no reason.” He declares smoothly, taking the bottle back and sipping from it.

You gazed intensely at the milky water sinking in the weight of his words. Shunsui has always been the level-headed one in your relationship. Holding onto things wasn’t his style, and he practiced that heavily in your relationship. The size, or complexity of the problem at hand never amounted to anything. Your trust in him, and your peace was of his utmost responsibility to uphold. He stands at nothing to make sure you are happy and safe, free to express yourself with him.

Releasing a loud groan you press your palms to your eyes. Falling back into the depths of the tub, the water line rose to the tip of your nose. Little waves lap around your sinking body, subtly splashing the sides of the tub as you settle in.

“Fuck,” “I hate that you’re always right.” you speak up, tilting your face out of the water. “Give me that,” you demanded, cutely grabbing the air at the sake bottle. Shunsui chuckles, giving up the bottle to your childlike demeanor. “I'm not right, my love.” “Just stating what I believe to be true.” His smile makes his eyes crinkle warmly at the corners. The sides of his lips lifted generously down at you. “See! There you go again,” you whine. “How are you so calm about everything?” “Please teach me, sensei,” you beg pathetically before polishing off the bottle.

“I wish I could be more like that, guess I should be extra thankful for you then,” you state quietly. Dropping your gaze away from Shunsui, you place the bottle down on the floor, a sad smile tugging at your mouth. “I guess this union was just meant to be then,” Shunsui says sweetly, shrugging his broad shoulders. Prepared your towel, Shunsui fluffed it up before folding it over the towel rack next to the tub. “I’ll be in the bedroom waiting for you, come join me when you’re ready.” Shunsui cooed. His tall frame leaned down, grasping your chin between his thumb and index finger he held your stare. Shunsui caressed your chin and kissed you deeply before swiftly exiting the room, leaving you alone to stew further.

(…)

You stayed laid up in the bath until it steered cold. Your fingertips and toes incredibly pruned from the extended time you spent decompressing. The water rushes down you body as you stood, splashing wildly as you pulled the plug draining the water away. Stepping onto the soft bath mat below the tub, you stretch languidly with a wide yawn. Throwing your arms around your body you shivered, feeling ripe with fatigue and a need for deep sleep.

Humming softly you combed through your damp hair, with a comb. Replaying Shunsui’s kind words of motivation in your head like a musical score. You smiled sweetly to yourself hearing them ebb and flow between your ear drums. Seizing a face cream and moisturizing body lotion, you slowly spread each cream charitably over and into your exhausted skin.

Today has been turbulent and infuriating taking a millennium to end. You reflected in deep admiration for Shunsui’s saint-like patience and gentle care toward you this night. With it, you were able to embrace a brand new feeling of calmness. Smiling confidently in the steam-covered mirror, you wrapped yourself up in the fluffy towel. Trotting happily from the bathroom, you felt rejuvenated, ready to tackle your duties as a Captain head-on once more.

(…)

Meeting Shunsui in the bedroom you threw on a clean sleeping shirt. With your nakedness finally covered you slowly clambered your way onto the mattress with your husband.

Lying down with arms propped behind his head, his ankle rested comfortably over his thigh. Shunsui’s large stature took up a portion of the middle bed. His toned stomach rose steadily with each relaxed breath he took. Creaking his sleepy grey eyes open, he felt the bed sink with your movements. He caught your stare, watching you as you curl up next to him.

“How are you feeling now petal?” Shunsui whispered to you softly. Linking a long arm behind your back, he tugged you into his strong chest. “Mm, so much better.” “Thank you, for being here,” you answered appreciatively. Draping an arm over his hairy pecs you rested your head underneath his chin. Shunsui buzzed with peaceful contentment in reaction to your response. He grasped your upper arm and held it in place over his body. With the other, he traced circles in the middle of your back with delicate fingers.

“Mahhh...” “I’m jus doin’ my job, my love,” he says kissing your forehead. “I gotta keep you out of trouble, young lady.” His tone sounded playful and tantalizing. “Yeah, whatever you say Dad.” you tease, sinking your face into the crook of his neck. Giggling into his neck, you smooch the sensitive skin repetitively, the ministration rewarding you with a deep moan from Shunsui.

“You're sure it's not Daddy?” Shunsui pouts, suddenly feigning sadness. “Y/n-channn~” he groaned loudly, pulling your body over top of him. His silly demeanor lightened up the mood of night, one last time. The room was quickly replenished with fits of laughter and joy that emitted brightly from the cuddling couple.

Laying splayed out over his body was Shunsui’s favorite place for you to be at any given time. This position gave him easy access to everything that was you. Everything.

Your fingers caress the rough stubble on his jawline as you deeply kissed the handsome man underneath you. Shunsui’s large hands rested in the gentle arch of your back holding your body to his own. Strong hands began to travel down your spine and over the curve of your hips, as his tongue made its way into your mouth. His swift hands and the natural progressions of his movements made it easy to keep going. You couldn’t or rather… you didn’t want to stop him.

Feeling him groan and stir, getting frustrated in his pajama pants under your hips awoke a primal desire in every pore of your sensitive body. The night was far, far from over. No, no Shunsui had said he was gonna take care of you. He was gonna make damned sure, every part of you was taken care of. Checking everything off his list, he was determined to make you fall apart into a babbling mess for him by the night's end.

His hands wandered over the roundness of your butt and gripped the plump flesh and kneaded it in his hands. Patting your buttocks gently he pulled away from your needy lips. He peered deeply into your big, doe eyes. Baring a smirk, Shunsui softly kissed your nose. His fingers dancing between your plush thighs.

“Now just be a good girl and listen to Daddy, yeah?” His deep voice thundered around the rafters of the ceiling stirring the stillness of the night air.

End🌺

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morewittepain · 12 days

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Im not sure if im doing this right but here it goes

If it isnt a problem can you do velvette x carmilla carmine? I think their relationship would start something like "ho god i actuallly have feeling for her"

velvette x carmilla | general headcanons

A/N: um, absolutely?!?!!! i will take any excuse to write about my wife carmilla, and i've been dying to do something with one of the vees for awhile. thank you anon!! for now these are just general hcs because ya boi is eepy and has to work closing shift tomorrow 😔 but hopefully i'll whip up an actual fic with them someday!!

Warnings: eh... just a lot of sexual tension

Okay, so obviously none of this is wanted, much less planned. Like Anon said, their dynamic is very "GOD DAMNIT I LIKE HER DON'T I??" for... too long.

I'm going to go out on a limb and say that Vel 100% falls first. It takes her a pathetically long time to realize the reason she constantly has such an unquenchable urge to antagonize Carmilla or why she gets so unbelievably frustrated when she shuts her down. So for months, if not LONGER, she's just taking every opportunity to mess with her at overlord meetings.

Oops! Knocked your pen off the table!! And kicked your chair out from under you while you bent down to grab it!! Sucks to suck I guess!!

Oops!! Elbowed you while you were holding three cups of hot coffee!! Would be a shame if your pretty dress got stained, wouldn't it? :(

Vel is a menace and it's honestly shocking Carmilla hasn't snapped and murdered her in the middle of a meeting yet. Everyone assumes it's just because she doesn't want the other Vees after her, but there's just something strange about the look she flashes Vel every time she takes one of her stupid jokes too far. She's frustrated, sure, but she almost looks... curious? Amused?

And there's something even stranger about how quickly Carmilla can shut Velvette up with that very look. It's like when a mom starts to count to three. One glare and Velvette is SAT.

I think Val would notice first and he and Vox would tease her RELENTLESSLY (as if Vox isn't actively thirsting over Alastor's weirdo ass).

Val whistles flirtatiously every time they pass Carmilla and jokes around about hiring her. Vox kicks Velvette underneath the table every time they start bickering and has the smuggest look on his face when she looks up at him. I can never decide between polycule Vees or Vox/Val being Vel's annoying gay dads, but I think for this universe I'm gonna settle on the latter because it's so silly to imagine them teasing her like she's their middle school daughter having her first crush.

Carmilla doesn't talk about Velvette whatsoever. Not to her face, not to Zestial, not even when her daughters keep hounding her about why she lets the other girl keep getting away with annoying her so badly. When she does address it, it's usually some vague half-truth like "acknowledging her only gives her exactly what she wants, which is just attention." But like... that's obviously not all there is to it. Carmilla is just having a hard time rationalizing the fact that this annoying little creature is actually starting to get to her.

How does it happen, though, once everything comes to a boiling point? Good question. Honestly I feel like all it takes is a few good times of really pushing Carmilla's buttons to get her to snap. In Respectless, she didn't really seem to care about Vel's insults (except when they were directed towards Zestial) until she brought up the angel, so really all Vel has to do is figure out exactly what wounds to press and she's cooked.

Carmilla's daughters are obviously a very important thing for her, but not really something Vel cares enough to threaten, so I see her going the more teasing route. Carmilla does something semi-nice on instinct in front of her and every time Vel says something along the lines of "Aw, thanks mommy. Can I get a juice box to go with all this disgusting fluff, or are you going to lecture me about rotting my teeth out?"

Now THAT gets under her skin, and she can only hear it so much before she's letting her temper get ahold of her. And this totally isn't just my lesbian ass yearning on main (yes it is) but imagine Vel mouthing off like that while they're the last to leave the meeting room and Carmilla just full on slings her against the wall. Yeah. Hot, right? Because Velvette surely thinks so.

Her eyes are wide and she's fighting the blush she can already feel coming on, but Velvette still can't shut her mouth.

"Well if you're going to pin me down at least have the decency to choke me first."

Carmilla wrapping her claws around her throat: "Better?"

Yeah, like I said before. Velvette is cooked. So the taunting is quickly turned into something else. I'm gonna call it ✨ enemies with benefits ✨ because there's no way things aren't getting steamy from there teehee.

I don't think "dating" is a word either of them would ever really use, but I do think after a while of whatever they have going on being solely tension-driven, they'd start to soften up a little. Carmilla may be in Hell, but she's very family oriented and doesn't naturally gravitate towards the more toxic/steamy side of relationships, so keeping up the whole hate fucking thing would start to get exhausting.

It starts slow enough. The teasing softens into something less malicious pranks and more shameless flirting. They may not fully spend the night much, but they start to stick around at least a little while longer each time after things wrap up. They're definitely not the type for long walks on the beach, but they're learning to trust each other enough to coexist.

Now, for general relationship dynamic headcanons:

Contrary to Carmilla being older and, you know, an actual mother, Vel is 100% the sugar mommy in their relationship. Carmilla offhandedly mentions liking a necklace she saw in a store window? It's mysteriously turning up at her door. Vel also replaces almost her entire wardrobe with hand tailored fashion she thinks would suit her and always has a little treat when she visits (even though when delivering said little treat she's completely 😐-faced, but she means well I swear. It's the RBF!!) Carmilla could buy the entire Vees building three times with the amount of diamonds Vel has given her.

Gift giving is both of their love languages, although instead of buying things, Carmilla makes them herself. She's an amazing cook and is always making sure Velvette has eaten. The moment she mentions even potentially skipping lunch suddenly there's a five star meal in front of her. I guess you could call that acts of service too.

I also see them going out on super super fancy dates. If Velvette is going to take her out, she's going all the way. They're wearing million dollar evening gowns, hair styled, full faces of makeup, limo, Michelin rated restaurants where the champagne alone is worth ten car payments. Not only is it nice to see her gf all dressed up, but Vel LOVES to show off. And what better to show off than the hot and dangerous overlord enemy you somehow still managed to bag despite being a little brat?

hope that wasn't too incoherent!! like i said, i work a closing shift tomorrow and i still have to stay up long enough to binge listen to the tortured poets department before the suspense kills me LMAO 😭

thanks for the request tho anon!! and don't forget my ask box is still open for anything hazbin hotel atm!! 💞 (canon x canon OR canon x reader!!)

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prismuffin · 1 year

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Hi I'm the, ' Peter Parker (Spiderman) x fluffy spider mutant reader? ' anon.

I saw in your reblog that you were up for doing my request, so I'm sending it now, so I dont forget.

Basically, the reader is a fluffy spider mutant, having 2 sets of arms. He absolutely loves smothering Peter with love in a hug. When Peter gets back from his college classes or a patrol.

A/n: yayyy you found me good job anon!! I’m glad I could take over writing this request so hope you enjoy! Kinda short I'm sorry-

This is mostly based on TASM/2012!Peter but it can be read as any other Peter as well!

Love and Affection

Peter Parker (Spider-Man) x male!spider-mutant!reader

( summary: after your boyfriend comes home stressed from his college classes you decide to give him some much needed loving )

warnings?: mentions of multiple limbs, spider noises and references to spiders! Also teeth rotting fluff

!-!more under the cut!-!

Peter sighed as he walked up the stairs to his apartment. He was up all last night saving New York and barely got to rest before he was thrusted into his studies. At least he can rest for a while before going out on his patrols. A small smile found it's way to his face as he dug through his pocket for his keys, he couldn't wait to see you, to hear your happy clicks in his ears as you wrap each of your 6 arms around him. Maybe he can convince you to carry him around so that he doesn't have to walk anymore.

With a click, the door was unlocked and Peter eagerly went inside. Just as he thought, a couple of quick click-like sounds were heard from his bedroom, which he shared with his loving boyfriend. He sat his bags down and began taking off his jacket and shoes, leaning down to untie them.

He sensed you before he saw you but still, he acted surprised when he leaned back up and felt your arms around his waist, then his chest, the other set was used to turn him around in your arms. “Welcome home~” you nuzzled into his neck, leaving soft kisses here and there, making him giggle as your fluff tickled his skin. He practically melted at the feeling, a sigh of content leaving his mouth as his whole body relaxed. “I missed you.” You heard him practically whisper in your ear and you chuckled. “I missed you too love.” Your arms rubbed across his back, up and down in such a comforting way he could almost cry. The past few days have been stressful and the way he clung to you showed that. “Are you ok Petey?” He shook his head and you hummed. “Tired?” He nodded and you smiled, glad it was something you could help with.

"Come on then my love, it's cuddle time!" You effortlessly picked him up, carrying him to your shared bedroom while he laughed at your enthusiasm. Placing him down on the bed, you undressed him and made sure he was comfortable before cuddling up beside him, pulling the covers over the both of you. Your arms rubbed his back, another set playing with his hair, effectively drawing a yawn from his tired form. "Maybe you should take a break from patrols for a while sweetheart." You whispered and he mumbled something that you couldn't quite make out, his eyes closed as he seemed right on the edge of falling asleep. "I can watch over New York for you while you rest." Peter only gripped you tighter at that statement and you guessed he didn't want you to leave him right now. Moving impossibly closer, Peter placed his hands on your chest, leaning in to place a tired kiss to your lips. It was short, but the little amount of affection had made you beam, a quick purr-like sound erupting from your throat as you nuzzled into him. With your bodies pressed together, with your fluff warming him along with the blankets, you both drifted off into a peaceful slumber by each other side.

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frogchiro · 2 years

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Okay I know u wrote all the fluff but all this talk about being pregnant with Pierro just has me going crazy about Pierro having a breeding kink like,,,, he’s just watching ur stomach and breasts swell by the day and he’s just so turned on by the fact that he pumped you full of his seed and now ur gonna be bearing his children and now he wants to fill you up even more and wrap his large hands around your swollen body with a fierce possessiveness and,,, Yh it’s giving me major brain rot rn LMAOAO also not me being all red faces typing this and putting myself on anon to hide my shame but yh sorry if you’ve done this kind scenario before 💀💀

nonnie i'm literally ascending as i'm reading this >//<

yes to all of this. i just know that pierro being the dirty old man he is would definitely have a big fat breeding kink <3 not only before while trying to get you pregnant but also after the announcement he's just crazy for you and your changing body

f!reader, SMUT, breeding kink, pregnancy sex, feral pierro being driven wild by his little wifey's body <33

he's literally obsessed with you and your belly <3 sometimes he still can't believe that he was the one to get you like this, all full and heavy with his pups; but every time he gets to grab your widening hips and gently run his big scarred hands up and down your belly as he thrusts up into you he's reminded anew that he was the one to breed you good and gets to father your babies

since getting you pregnant and you growing more and more heavy with each week he didn't want to cause harm to you or your pups while making love to you, so he resorted to doing it while on your sides and gods was this something entirely different

now only he gets to be as close to you as possible, plastered against your back, but now he can nuzzle your neck and cheek, grope your full breasts and caress your belly as much as he wants to <3 just the thought that his seed did this to you, that the product of your love for each other is growing right now inside you drives pierro wild, a new sudden surge of protectiveness and fierce possessiveness washed over him, a deep growl making its way out of his mouth as he dipped down to your neck and delicately grabbed it in his sharp teeth, listening to your delighted moans as you lifted your hand to hold your husband's head still

yeah, pierro is indeed very much possessive and protective over you and your future babies AND has a raging breeding kink <3

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #thirst #me and pierro repopulating khaen'riah <3 #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #fatui x reader #genshin impact fatui #genshin impact smut #pierro x reader

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kryptonitejelly · 2 years

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Okay buttttt more flyboy Jake thots. Tried to be cute and fluffy and ended with a smidge of very cute daddy and breeding kink, literally couldn’t help myself

We know Jake (and you) both like the hard hot and heavy sex, but I think he secretly loves how intimate it is when you guys have sex on the couch if you’re trying to watch a movie or unwind.

Like there’s something so tender and good, and also the build up of the way you slowly trace your fingers over his chest and stomach, running them up and down, tracing little patterns and maybe brushing over the front of his pants and down his thighs but never really touching him. And the way it seems to just slowly get you fired up. He’s probably never really had that kinda intimacy or patience with anyone but you and he loves it. You’d start kissing his neck and chest and shoulders and before you know he’s got you pinned to the couch and you’re kissing all deep, you’re both panting and scrambling to touch everything. He’s grinding his hips into you and it’s just all of this tension and time that he couldn’t have you, and the intimacy of getting to take his time with you and have these quiet moments and it just does something to him! Like he needs to be inside you and feel himself all of the way inside you

And I feel like you’d both be scrambling to take your clothes off, movie forgotten. But then you’d both be laughing at the awkwardness of the couch itself and rubbing noses, him kissing your forehead and holding your hands, loving the way your breasts press against his chest and going deep and slow- savoring how tight you are and wet for him. He lasts a couple of thrusts slow before his hips start finding the pace on their own and he’s kissing you the whole time. 🥺 just something so sweet about it and being able to be silly and laugh but also dear lord can that man fuck you just right. And I think he loves the closeness of it, that you’re all his and that he can have you anytime he wants like this. Sweetly whispering you can’t wait to make him a daddy and holding his hand, looking him in the eyes when you said it would have him cumming so hard and deep in you. He’d be so serious when he asked after if you meant it and he’d cradle your cheek and tell you he’s absolutely ready whenever you are, you can throw your birth control out tomorrow baby. How proud he’d be of you and any kiddos you had. And maybe even sneaking in an I love you so much or you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.

Just a t h o t, from a local thot .and some fluff and sweetness to rot your teeth on Sorry 😂❤️

Context: Flyboy (but readable without)

Oooooh thank you for this anon!!! NSFW - minors DNI

Jake has had slow sex with his previous girlfriends / hook ups / flings / friends with benefits before, but never something this intimate before you - never had the patience for it. You could say it is because all his patience, his whole life, has been spent on you - just waiting for you to be his, waiting for nature to take it’s course and the puzzle pieces to fall into place.

Jake likes all types of sex with you - sensual and slow, hot and steamy, hard and fast, or intimate and patience. He would even be happy just making out with you on the couch, like a couple of teenagers, hands touching everywhere, clothes hips bucking into yours as you grind down on him. Jake honestly does not need to have sex to be entirely satisfied with you; and if he does, well honestly - he doesn’t even need to cum to be satisfied with you (surprising, but true; but with you, it never takes him very long). He just needs to feel you around him, just needs to know you feel good.

But taking you on the couch - my god, yes; it would start off innocently enough, but then suddenly he is pining you to the couch, lips crashing over yours, teeth clinking, hands everywhere touching you like how you are touching him. Hips grinding into you and yours bucking into him - better on the days you are wearing a dress or skirt which he can hike up easily, and you can feel the growing clothed bulge in him rubbing against your damp underwear.

Jake would be such a tease during these times where you are just making out on the couch with a movie playing, because it kinda reminds him of all those times during high school or college where you were both so so close, and you were sooo near but so far; and all he wanted was to take you right then and then, because he felt so much for you, but he could not. So this is Jake making up for time lost, getting back all those couch romps he wish he could have had.

At some point - yes, you both would bs scrambling to take your clothes up, because all that build up and kissing, and touching, it gets to a point where you just need Jake inside of you now, and he - needs to feel you around his cock, now.

There would be giggling and laughter - and always talk of “we need to get a bigger couch”, because Jake is tall and broad, and it is sometimes tough to navigate your bodies on the couch. But he always manages, and you both never get a bigger couch, because it would put you both too far apart when lounging on it together.

But yessss, he would be holding your hands in his above your head, eyes looking into yours, watching as your face contorts with pleasure, as he thrusts into you, slowly, taking his time, enjoying the feeling of you all wet, slick, warm around him, and the way your breasts are pressed up against his chest, your nipples rubbing against his skin.

“Baby, how are you always so tight for me,” is what he always says each time, because how are you, as he kisses you, panting and groaning into your mouth about how good you feel around his cock. He knows how to fuck you good, and you would definitely not be shy about being vocal about it - moaning loudly, letting him know how good he feels and Jake would lap every single bit of it up.

Fuuuuck anon - imagine if you are sooo fucked out, you tell him to cum in you, because you can’t wait to make him a daddy (maybe, after one day of watching him with his nieces and nephews on a day you are feeling particularly soft), Jake would just go wide eyed, but would continue ploughing into you, his thrusts growing more intense, before he just reaches his climax, face sinking into your shoulder, his cum, wet, hot, painting your insides.

Even if he doesn’t ask you if you mean it, he would totally be peppering your face in kisses while coming down from his high, his cock still throbbing inside of you, telling you that he loves you, and he can’t wait for the day you have kids of your own with him, and “baby, say the word, if you are ready, i’ll throw your birth control out right now”

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

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the-hopeless-haze · 2 years

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bruce's and reader's reaction to the new mcr song👀

if the ask game is still going

Anon I love you for this. prepare for cringe and tooth-rotting fluff. no other warnings except mentions of sex (nothing explicit). also I assume you expected a headcanon but I can't write anything concise so here you go. anyway. requests are officially open and it is so on-brand for me that this is the first one I get. I am tagging everyone who is in the main storyline taglist but like let me know if you don't want to be on it

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You Must Fix Your Heart

“B is listening to loud music and crying again,” your adopted son, Dick, informs you. “I tried to ask him what was wrong but he won’t talk to me.”

Setting the groceries down on the table, you smile at the young boy in front of you. You’re grateful for him, beyond grateful. And Bruce is taking to the role of father excellently, as you knew he would, although his recent suggestions to take Dick along with him on missions is enough to give you palpitations. You’ve resisted him. For now. Dick is smart and resilient, and quite taken with Bruce’s trainings (“he at least needs to learn self-defense like you did; Gotham is dangerous” was Bruce’s rationale). Still. It makes you rightfully nervous.

“Bruce gets sad sometimes. We all do, honey. I’m sure he’s okay,” you tell him, ruffling his hair. “How was school today?”

“It was okay. I passed my English test!”

“Well, that’s great news! I told you you just had to stick with it.”

“I mean. I got a 67. But that’s still passing.”

“That is true, Dick.”

“B won’t be happy.”

“Bruce will be ecstatic. We want you to do well, but if that’s the best you can do, it’s okay. We know reading is difficult for you, honey.”

“I don’t want to go to the tutor,” he pouts.

“I know. But it will help you,” you say, putting the milk in the refrigerator, smiling as he takes the initiative and places the bread in the cabinet. “Thank you for helping, sweetie.”

“Can you go see what’s wrong with B? I can put the stuff away. Promise.”

“Mm. You’re really worried, aren’t you?”

“Well. I’m hoping he won’t be as mad about the test if I help you.”

You laugh. “You didn’t tell him yet? I thought maybe that was why he was crying.”

Dick gasps in surprise. “That was… mean.”

“I’m only kidding, honey,” you chuckle, kissing the top of his head. “Bruce won’t be mad. We know you’re trying. He will insist on the tutor, now, though.”

It surprises you how natural this all feels, even though he’s not your baby… he is, in a sense that you don’t quite understand. He doesn’t call you ‘Mom’ or Bruce ‘Dad’. You don’t expect him to, not with the recent loss of his biological parents. But he tells you both about his successes and failures at school, his hopes and dreams, and he’s started hugging you and Bruce after he brushes his teeth and puts his pajamas on before he goes to sleep. Bruce is insistent on early bedtimes for Dick, and he plays it off like it’s because he wants to ensure his child is disciplined, but you know it’s because he wants to see him off to bed and know he’s safe and sound asleep before he goes to work.

When Bruce had told you he was taking this boy in, he said it was temporary. That he would only foster him until the courts found someone more suitable. You knew that was a lie the second it came out of his mouth, and even if it wasn’t, you’d fight him on it. This was your baby. The one thing that could go right for all three of you.

You leave Dick with the groceries and head up the stairs, hearing blaring guitars from the speakers, and you understand why he might have been a bit wary. Jesus, was he trying to give the kid a heart attack? You open the door without knocking, finding Bruce sitting on the floor, smiling despite the tears in his eyes.

“What’s going on?” you ask, leaning against the doorframe.

“What’s going on?” Bruce says excitedly, talking loudly over the music. “You don’t know who this is?”

You love seeing him so animated - happy - even, and it’s been a more frequent occurrence now that you moved in. Underneath it all, he was a simple man, and simple domestic pleasures mad him happier than grand dramatic gestures. You shake your head. “No. Care to enlighten me?”

“Jesus. How do you not know?”

You listen, barely able to decipher words over the music, and you shake your head again. “You going to tell me?”

“It’s My Chemical Romance.”

“No, it isn’t. I’ve heard every song by them and—“

“You didn’t even recognize them, so don’t give me that,” he grins, turning it down a little and motioning for you to come join him on the floor. “It’s a new song.”

“You’re bullshitting me,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest, but as you listen you realize you can make out Gerard’s voice. “Did you pay for this?”

“Did I— what? No. You think they would sell out to the Waynes? Jesus. If I offered them money to make new music I think they’d light themselves on fire in protest,” he chuckles.

“Probably. They’d write an anti-Wayne song like the anti-Twilight anthem. Imagine that? You’d still listen to it though. Anything to be name-dropped, right?”

He rolls his eyes. “I already have been name dropped.”

“That was before you did this. But look at you, preening.”

“You know how much this music means to me. It was there when no one else was,” he says, and it’s a cheesy statement, sure, but it’s a true one, one that resonates with you too. While your mother was dying of cancer, you listened to The Black Parade album over and over again and sometimes it was truly the only thing that you gave the strength to get up and look at her withered face every morning.

“Looks like they’re back for good, then. Maybe you can wear your eyeliner out all the time,” you snicker.

“Are you going to come over here and listen to it or are you going to just tease me?” he asks, and you oblige, sitting down next to him and letting him put his arms around your shoulders as he restarts the song over again.

And it’s six minutes, nostalgia coming over you in waves, a beginning from an ending. Bittersweet, a reminder of how much you aged, of how much you lost but how much you gained throughout the years. “Get up, coward,” indeed.

“Why aren’t you freaking out? This is fucking insane. I mean, I remember when they broke up, how upset I was…”

“I don’t know. I’m still kind of in a state of shock and I can’t really tell what he’s singing. I need to pore over the lyrics for a few hours. You know things hit me later. I’ll be listening to it nonstop soon,” you shrug.

“Well. Hopefully it hits you before September. We’re going to see them. Newark,” he says, eyes brightening.

“Yeah? You’re taking a night off for that?”

“Yeah. I’m taking a night off for that. Fuck. To see them in their home state? Our shared home state?”

“I’m not from New Jersey,” you remind him, giggling.

“Whatever. You might as well be. New York is close enough.”

“I think if you said that out loud in either a crowded New York or New Jersey street you’d be shot in broad daylight.”

“You’re marrying a New Jerseyan.”

“I was married to one before.”

“He doesn’t fucking count.”

“This is when I get my citizenship for realsies?” You ask, smiling as you kiss him on the side of the mouth.

“Yeah.”

“Well. Prince of Gotham should say, right?”

“Don’t call me that,” he groans.

“Why? Afraid Gerard wouldn’t like that? I feel like I should be worried about going there with you. You might not come back with me.”

Bruce shakes his head. “Weren’t you the one who told me in excruciating detail all the things you’d do to Gerard back when we were just friends?”

“Yeah. Okay. But I wouldn’t do them now.”

“Sure,” he laughs, his eyes gleaming with teasing misbelief. “I’m marrying you with the knowledge that if you had the chance to have one night with him you’d take it.”

“Because you know it won’t happen. He’s not going to want to fuck the dead mayor of Gotham’s wife who’s now betrothed to Gotham’s emo prince.”

“Why not? She’s pretty fucking hot,” he says, kissing you a little too heatedly for the middle of the afternoon.

“Yeah? You think so? Too bad you can’t really fuck to this song.”

“Too bad Dick is awake,” he says.

“Yeah. Well. You had no problem sitting here crying while he was home. And you told him to go away? What the hell?”

“He wouldn’t understand.”

“Right,” you say sarcastically. “I came home and he was all over me to go check on you.”

“I told him I needed to be alone. He needs to understand boundaries—"

“Bruce. He’s eight.”

“He needs to learn.”

“Sure. Did you get him a ticket too?”

“Are you kidding me? He can’t be at a concert like that,” Bruce says, shocked that you’d asked.

“I’m sure he saw and heard worse at the circus.”

“I’m not bringing an eight year old to a My Chemical Romance concert.”

“Fine. I would’ve let him. I’m the cool parent.”

“You know, I’m not even going to argue with you.”

“Good. You know what’s good for you. Anyway. He passed his test.”

“Good!”

“Barely, though. I think you’re going to have to drag him to that tutor.”

“Still. Reason to celebrate. Let’s go take him out for ice cream.”

“We’re all done crying on the floor?”

“For now. You can join me later when you decide to let it hit you. Your delayed reaction is really bumming me out.”

“Mm. I think I can think of much better things to do on the floor,” you say, feeling a sense of pride as he blushes at your words.

You grab your jacket and head out to the car with Bruce and Dick in tow. Things were so different eight years ago, but it’s a different kind of ache in your heart, a good, pleasant ache you swallow down with mint-chip ice cream. You never pictured this, the nights you spent crying over songs replayed over and over with no hope for new ones, and you know Bruce didn’t either.

But Gotham (and emos) clearly love a comeback story.

#batman x reader #batman x you #Bruce Wayne x reader #Bruce Wayne x you #Batman #the last line is fucking cringe and i don't care i'm keeping it #mcr

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