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mvltisstuff · 6 months

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how to never stop being sad - e.b

summary: bucks parents believe they can just forget what they put him through as a child, but y/n won’t let them.

evan buckley x reader.

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a/n: i realized that buck found out about daniel way later than i thought… my image was the dinner for buck begins, and then my dumb brain thought he knew abt daniel for a while 😭 just pretend he knew while you read :))

bucks mother and father somehow think that evan doesn’t remember everything they did. they think he doesn’t care about every scream, every argument, every neglectful moment between him and his sister. but, really, buck remembers all of it.

he loves his parents and he always has, but he doesn’t understand why they make it so hard to like them. he craved love and affection from them, only to be met with their hand in his face and their words in his mind. he knows all about grief, it makes you a different person. he feels awful for his parents, but he wishes they could deal with it better than leave him in the dust.

on a brighter side, buck was finally able to stop begging for adoration. when y/n came into that station, his entire purpose was changed around. he knew he was made for loving her, and he was finally accepted. buck finally felt smart, loved, important to someone.

y/n left a mark on buck from the moment they met. he could tell by her bubbly but confident personality that they’d fit together like stars in the sky. whenever y/n was around, he never once felt like he was asking for the compliments or love she showered him with. she looked genuinely proud to call him her boyfriend, and it melted the heart of the little kid inside of him that just wanted someone to tell him that he was important.

she gave him everything his parents never did and she never once complained. y/n have buck a definition of love, and when someone asked him what it meant, he’d say her name.

now, even years after they’ve been dating, y/n never once spoke to bucks parents. maddie had told them he was in a healthy, happy relationship, but they never cared to check in on him. the days had drastically changed, along with the life of his sister.

she’s becoming a mother, so their parents are becoming grandparents. y/n didn’t really think it would be a problem that they came to visit, until it quickly backfired.

buck quickly realized that they weren’t here for him, and they he barely existed in their book. he hoped that maybe he was overthinking it, but noticed the lack of care they had of his life and the severe amount of judgement in their words. it’s like when they walked in the door, buck felt like the small boy standing at the top of the stairs for his parents again, or the teenager sitting at the table taking every insult they had.

their parents pulled out maddie’s “baby box”, but they must’ve left bucks at home to collect dust, if there was even anything to leave. they crazed over maddies belly and the life she was carrying, praising her for the life she had built for herself. buck just sat there, just wanting to go home and lay in y/n’s arms and get his own comforting.

the night of the dinner came rapidly, buck critiquing everything about himself in the mirror before he went, perfecting his words and his appearance before y/n came grabbing his hand. “it’ll be ok.”

“i know, it’s just been so long and i don’t want them to be rude to you, too,” buck sighs, turning to face y/n.

“they don’t hurt me, you know that. i just don’t want you to get upset.”

“let’s get this over with, yeah? and then we can come home?”

“don’t have to tell me twice.”

y/n and buck arrived soon after his parents, seeing them stand from off the couch with his mothers hands clasped together in front of her. maddie pulls y/n into her grasp from not seeing her due to a busy schedule. chimney and buck hug casually, even though they’d just seen each other. he notices his parents standing there, looking at y/n as she cautiously steps over.

“oh, mom, dad, this is y/n,” buck tells them, his hand landing on her waist. “my girlfriend.”

“it’s nice to meet you guys.” y/n says, exchanging awkward glances with his parents. they nod politely.

“y/n, we got your favorite!” maddie grins, holding a bottle of wine in her hands and looking at it long-fully. y/n laughs, walking over to take the bottle from her as they converse.

“maddie, i’ll make the table for you, sweetie.” their mother says, grabbing plates and napkins for everyone as she starts placing them by the seats.

“here, mom, i’ll help you,” buck says, offering a hand to his mother as y/n stands besides his father.

“so, y/n,” the tall man with the glasses speaks. “what do you do for work?” he asks, sipping his beer.

“oh, i work at the fire station with b-evan and howie.” she remembers the little things, the dislike of nicknames and how buck and maddie never had one. y/n can see the slight disappointment in her fathers face, but can’t quite place why.

“i see.” he says, his voice raising slightly but she can tell he’s slightly unimpressed. y/n just keeps pouring wine into her glass. maddie can already sense the tension, silently cursing her dad for the reaction he had.

“dad.” maddie whispers so buck doesn’t hear.

“yes, maddie?” he questions back, not understanding his tone toward the woman besides him that he’s known for twenty minutes.

“nothing, it’s fine.”

“hey, honey,” buck whispers in y/n’s ear, placing his hands on the counter in front of him.

“hi! how are you feeling?”

“i’m fine, it’s only been like a half hour.”

“i know, just checking in.” she places a hand on his cheek, making maddie smile at the affection she has toward buck.

the food had eventually been delivered, and everyone sat around the table to finally eat. buck pulled out y/n’s chair, letting her sit and then taking the one next to her. chimney sat with maddie, and then their parents took the other end of the table.

the conversation turned almost immediately into the subject of work, maddie talking about some of her calls and chimney speaking about paramedic duties. it seemed they had no interest about buck, not finding much impression in the details about his job, despite it being one of the strongest.

“well, speaking of hospitals, i’ve heard that evan has been spending a lot of time in them.” bucks dad speaks up, placing his napkin folded on the table.

“you’ve heard?” buck mutters under his breath, not wanting to cause a scene but secretly hoping they heard it. y/n could feel the burning tension between buck and his parents, so she ran his hand over his thigh, trying to find his hand that rested near his knee before locking fingers with him. “you could’ve seen for yourself.”

“oh, evan you know how-“

“you don’t like hospitals, got that.”

“i don’t like seeing my children in them.” the womans eyes start to water, thinking back to all the horrific times in the hospital. maddie mumbles to her mother before shaking her head, bringing her moms statement to a close. “we never lost hope on you, evan.”

“yeah, like you did on maddie?” he snaps, leaning back in his seat and staring down his parents.

“evan, let’s not do this.” maddie says, the discomfort clear in her face as everyone’s heart races, fearing the conflict in the room.

“you guys didn’t even go to her wedding, let alone go back for her when she made a mistake and you cut her off!”

their parents barely look at buck. “maddie, we didn’t know he was hurting you, i swear-“

“you should have! you should’ve known, but it checks out because you never knew what was going on even when we was living with you!” he stands up.

“buck, c’mon,” y/n speaks, attempting his hand before he gets too far away. he manages to slip out of her grasp, leaving her to rest her head in her hands as he continues.

“you think my job is dangerous- i have walked through fire every single day of my life because of you. that is why i’m in therapy! because nothing i ever did was good enough!”

“we tried! you guys didn’t make it easy on us” their dad speaks up, making y/n shoot her head up at the older couple at the table next to her.

“we were supposed to? we were kids.” maddie says sadly.

so, buck stands there, begging for love in the center of the room, feeling like a circus act. if he didn’t know better, he’d think they’d all be pointing and laughing at him. besides one. y/n sat there, staring at his parents before looking back at him. she stands up, letting buck try and grab her hand and walk out. if he wants to leave, she will always follow him.

he opens the door, and he steps out, unable to hear the next sentence from his mother.

“neither of you think about how hard it is for your father and i! you only think about yourselves!”

y/n stops in her tracks, “buck, go wait by the car i’ll be out in a minute.” he just goes out, not wanting to waste another minute in that room that he could be spending alone with y/n. “only think about themselves?”

“what?” their mother whimpers out.

“you’re insinuating that you have selfish children, and it honestly checks out considered how much you’ve missed. did you forget what your kids do? did you forget about the lives they save on a daily basis? maddie is the reason half of our calls come out successfully, and buck is one of the highest ranked for his position. and you want to call him selfish? you don’t get to call him anything until you take an actual look at his life. you don’t see him walk out of these buildings with scared and hurt children or people yelling in pain and he can somehow manages to give them hope! you don’t see the effect you have on him and it honestly breaks my heart for him. you don’t see how you casually ripped him up and expected other people to put him back together. you don’t deserve to just come back here and act like you’re completely innocent! you sit here and act like you are angels. truth is that evan did everything on his own and didn’t deserve the shit he got from you. the person he is today has nothing to do with you and you don’t get any credit for how he became the man he is.”

y/n doesn’t stay long enough to see the effect of her words on his parents. she can imagine the tears from the confrontation that their mother can’t handle. it infuriates her that they think they can fix the damage they did in a day, if they even think they did any.

she storms down the stairs, eager to see buck outside and make up for all the loving he missed previously. she sees him leaning against y/n’s passenger door, staring at the concrete with his arms crossed. his hair is lightly blowing in the wind along with his sweater being pressed against his body. y/n can see the subtle shimmering in his eyes as he looks at the ground and she can almost hear the cracks in his heart. it’s like they managed to add another wound to him, just confirming that they didn’t care about him.

y/n steps on the cement sidewalk toward him, her heels clicking loudly against the ground so he could hear her coming. he doesn’t look up. he keeps his eyes glued to the ground in almost a shameful way. he hates that he can’t stand up to his parents, and he hates that y/n had to do it for him, but he needed it.

“let’s go home, baby.” y/n says, standing at the front of the car. “buck.” she speaks his name again, anger still radiating off her body as she waits for him to look up at him. his head tilts up, looking at her as her gaze softens at his expression. she doesn’t hesitate to walk over and grab onto him, letting his body fall into her, taking some of the weight off his shoulders.

“i know, it’s ok.” she whispers into his ear sweetly as the tears run down his face. he doesn’t want to be sobbing in the parking lot with in his girlfriends arms, but he can’t help it.

he doesn’t bother to say anything, he just lets himself feel. he lets himself feel her hand rubbing his back and the other wrapped around his shoulders. he lets himself listen to the gentle words escaping her lips and allow them to soothe his mind. he lets himself tower over her and almost fall into her grasp and he lets her take over. he knows that she has him, and the safety net beneath him was built by her.

he might not have his parents support or their faith through his life, but the surplus that y/n gives to him is enough to fill every ocean in the world.

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cloudyyoimiya · 1 year

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Hello! Hope you are having a good day/night! I hope I’m not bothering you. I would like to request Ranpo, Fyodor, and Dazai (separate) with a s/o who has baby fever, please. Like when Reader is scrolling through her phone and babies randomly pop up and she’s/their like “I want one :(“ or when reader and Ranpo/Fyodor/Dazai walk past a mom, dad and their baby and she’s/their like “when is it our turn? :(“ Some kind of senario like that. How would the boys react?

hi! don’t worry about bothering me, you’re doing anything but! anyways, i absolutely love this request! i’ve been meaning to write something like this for a while, but i never got to it. thank you for requesting!

Their S/o Gets Baby Fever; Osamu Dazai, Ranpo Edogawa, and Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Format: Scenarios

Possible Warnings: Slight suggestiveness (Dazai)

Osamu Dazai

One day you were scrolling through your phone while lounging around your shared apartment. Videos of cats and other miscellaneous things filled your feed, but eventually you stumbled across a video of someone’s baby saying their first words.

You audibly awed at the video. How could you not? It was absolutely adorable! One of the parents in the background sounded as if they were about to cry, and it made you smile. What a sweet moment caught on camera!

Suddenly you were hit with a wave of baby fever. Having the idea of having a small child to take care of was absolutely to die for. You knew Dazai would be a good father, so you weren’t worried about a thing while you thought of having a kid.

Dazai noticed you smiling, so he decided to get up from where he was sitting and walked right behind you. He bent down just a little bit and watched the video that you just saw. His head was right over your shoulder as he watched the video. Anxiously, you held your breath. Dazai was a smart person, so it didn’t take him long to understand what you were feeling.

“You want a baby, don’t you,” he teased.

Slowly you turned your head to face Dazai. “Yeah! Don’t you think that it’d be fun? This video was just so cute and… I wanna be a parent.”

“Having a baby comes with great responsibility! Are you sure you want to commit to that?” He asked with a smile on his face.

You nodded. “Look at you being all responsible.”

“Hey! I can be responsible if I want!” He put his hand up to his heart and fake gasped.

You chuckled. “Sure you can. Anyways, don’t you want to become a father? Now’s your chance.”

“I’d love too, but I don’t want a small creature to take away all of my loves attention,” he whined.

“Oh it won’t be that bad.”

“Yes it will! What would I do with my life if you ignored me?!”

“Osamu, I’d give you both equal attention, alright? I promise,” you sighed.

Dazai wrapped his arms around your shoulders. “Then I think we could absolutely be parents then!” He got closer to your ear. “You do know what making a baby entails though, right?”

You scrunched your face up. “Eww.. Maybe we could adopt..”

Dazai playfully gasped once more. “How rude of you!”

Ranpo Edogawa

The two of you were out in the city, going to buy snacks and other miscellaneous things for the house. You originally weren’t going to tag along, but considering that Ranpo’s sense of direction was terrible, you had to join him. As of now you two were walking to a snack store that Ranpo frequented.

After crossing the street, you spotted a baby in a stroller with her mother. The baby was wearing a cute little pink and white sundress. She also wore a small sun hat that was absolutely adorable.

Her mother looked so happy as she mixed together some formula for her. You smiled at the sight. You wanted that kind of happiness; one that could only be granted by having a child.

You stared at the sight for a little longer than you’d usually stare at something, and Ranpo noticed. That baby looked absolutely adorable! How could you not stare?

“I want one,” you eventually spoke up.

Ranpo craned his neck to look at you. “Huh?”

“I said I want one,” you repeated as you pointed at the mother and the baby. “Wouldn’t you like to have a child someday?”

Ranpo let out a short hum as he unwrapped a lollipop and plopped it into his mouth. “Nope!”

“No?” You tilted your head. “Why?”

“The baby would take all of your attention away from me! I don’t want that!” He loudly whined. “I need you to focus on me all of the time!”

You chuckled at his childish antics. “Your opinion might change once you have a child, Ranpo.”

“It would not!” He shakes his head.

“How could you be so sure about that?”

“I dunno. I just am,” he said nonchalantly. “Though, if it’s something you really want, maybe we could have a child someday.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you.”

“Mhm,” he said as he grabbed your arm. “C’mon let’s go! We’re almost at the snack shop!”

“Alright, alright! I’m coming!”

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

You and Fyodor were out on a date. The restaurant was rather secluded, but it was still nice. Classical music was playing in the background as the two of you drank some tea and ate some sweets. The overall atmosphere of the restaurant was calming. The two of you frequented this place because it was just an overall relaxing place.

Eventually a family walked into the establishment; a mother, a father, and a little boy. The little boy hung onto his parents hands as they brought him to a table. They all looked so happy.

Fyodor noticed you staring and decided to speak up about it. “Is something the matter?”

“When is it our turn?” You muttered.

Fyodor quirked his eyebrow up. “Pardon?”

Your turned your head back to your boyfriend with a small smile on your face. The thought of having a baby to take care of was entertaining.

“When is it our turn to start a family?” You pointed your thumb at the family you were just staring at. “They all look so happy… Don’t you want that too?”

Fyodor took a sip of his tea, then responded. “I’d love that, milaya, but don’t you think it would be a little too soon? We both have yet to hit the age of thirty.”

“Ah, that’s true,” you spoke as you glanced back at him. “But still, I’d love to have a child someday.”

You looked back at the family. The son was eating some pastries as the parents started to talk about something boring. The son then must’ve said something funny because the parents soon broke out into loud laughter.

You rested your cheek onto your hand as you watched them. You could feel Fyodor’s gaze on you as you watched the family interact.

“If you so wish to have a child, I wouldn’t argue with it. We just would have to get married first,” Fyodor said after a moment of silence.

Your head whipped towards his direction. “Really? Oh, thank you!”

Your boyfriend only nodded as he took another sip of his tea. He seemed content with the conversation the two of you just had.

“Should we start considering names or..?”

requests are open <3

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mariaofdoranelle · 2 months

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The Courtship Deception - Part 1: Morning

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Written for @throneofglassmicrofics

EEEEEE I’M SO EXCITED!!!

Warnings: none?

Word count: 983 words (I got it under control in the next parts, I promise 😅)

The wind in Aelin’s hair brought a rare sense of freedom, and it only got better the more she picked up speed. Tipping her head back, she felt weightless in this quaint little avenue—

“You’re supposed to be watching the road!” Fenrys shouted in the passenger’s seat. He was usually much cooler than this, but her favorite Personal Protection Officer was being handsomely paid to ensure not only her safety, but her dad’s convertible’s too.

“I’m feeling the road, Fen!” Aelin said, head tipped back into the tangled mess her hair became in this drive.

“That’s not— Fuck. We’re here!”

She slammed her foot on the breaks, tires screeching while their bodies were thrown forward. The force in which the seatbelt pressed against her collarbone was near bruising, but Aelin was laughing when the car stopped.

“How did I do?”

Fenrys threw his head back, cackling. “Fucking awful, Princess.”

Aelin’s father never allowed her to have driving lessons because he believes it’s an unnecessary waste of her time. Now, at the ripe age of 21, she finally convinced one of her babysitters to cross Rhoe’s orders, and her skills were getting less lethal each day.

Out of the car, she waited for Fenrys to parallel park—the spot was small, and Aelin was still getting the hang of it—and took in the charming residential street. An array of colorful little houses facing a park. It was Orynth in June, so the cool breeze brought the freshness of blooming trees, the late morning sunlight burning into Aelin’s skin and feeding into her soul, much like the flowering scene around her. Her bodyguard mentioned to a white and green house with a tiny but well-kept garden up front.

When Fenrys said they’d meet his secret tech guy, she expected something a lot more sketchy than this.

He said a few things to a camera by the front door, and it automatically opened. Um, rude? She didn’t expect a butler, but even in mafia movies there’s someone to answer the door.

After locking the front door and going through the living room, Fenrys led her into another one, and the amount of screens was far from being the most surprising thing.

“Rowie Bowie!” the bodyguard called, arms up, happy to greet his friend.

The mysterious man looked up, and it knocked Aelin’s breath out of her lungs. Holy rutting Mala. When Fen told her about this ‘grumpy tech guy’, she expected a weird-looking smelly nerd, not a scary-looking tattooed hottie. She immediately straightened, one hand subtly attempting to realign the bird’s nest that her hair became after the drive.

“Don’t bother,” scary-looking tattooed hottie said, piercing green eyes briefly assessing her before they were back on the screen. “You look pretty disheveled like this.” And he smirked. Her poor panties.

“So…” she trailed, leaning on the nearest desk. Smooth. Be smooth. “Rowie—“

“Please, don’t call me that.”

“It’s Rowan,” Fenrys added, “But Rowie is much better.”

He rolled his eyes. “Absolutely not—“

“Rowan.” Aelin cleared her throat. “Did you get past the security system?”

Of her own house, she meant. Her father was strict, so it was easier to get an illicit second phone than to get past all the monitoring her official phone was under. But Aelin had just bought a new iPhone, which meant she needed someone to make this phone fly under her dad’s radar—Mala forbid if someone finds an undetected wireless device within the walls of her mansion.

“All six of them, yes.”

“SIX?” Fenrys’ eyes were wide, caught by surprise.

“Yes,” Rowan replied, “Wireless detectors, frequency scanners, NLJDs, all six of them. And my job would be a lot easier if you knew your own workplace before hiring me.”

Poor Fen. His main job was to guard Aelin, he never got into the thick of Rhoe’s security system.

Rowan extended the new phone towards her, but took it back when she reached out. “I took the liberty to download something to get around your…” a small wince. “security cameras. You can crop some previously-recorded footage make make it look like it’s live. You’ll see it in the tutorial.”

How sweet of him. Aelin smiled. “You didn’t need to, but thanks.”

Her dad had security cameras installed in her bedroom—not in her closet or bathroom, but it was still annoying. Lorcan, one of her father’s men, was in charge of it, but Aelin terrorized the guy out of watching her footage. After a stunt she pulled a year ago, it’d take a nuclear explosion to get him to check the cameras on her bedroom.

“How much was it again?” Fenrys asked, his eyes widening when he saw the price, then complained, “That’s not what we settled for.”

“Agreed.” Rowan’s eyes, aimed at the bodyguard, were hard as steel. “You made my work sound much simpler than it actually was.”

She frowned. “How much is it?”

Fenrys sent her an apologetic look. “Half the Hermès we were buying after this.”

It’s not that money was a problem for Aelin, but her access to it was rather bureaucratic. She couldn’t go out, spend money on a “shopping spree”, and come back without shopping bags.

She waved him off. “What’s the point of getting a new purse if I don’t have a phone to put in it?”

Still upset, Fen turned around to focus on the payment. With his back to her, Aelin got closer to Rowan, both hands on his desk.

“I might have some trouble with this new setup on my phone,” Aelin lied.“So, I was wondering if you could give me your number, in case I have any questions.”

“Sure.” Rowan’s eyes sparkled, not leaving Aelin’s as he got her phone back. “Anything else?”

“Actually, yes.” She tilted her head, a fake helpless look from under her lashes. “I’m not as good with online instructions, so you might need to come find me sometime.”

The dark look Rowan gave her sent a shiver down her spine. “Let’s say I do. Does your guard dog come in the package deal?”

Aelin smirked, not bothering to keep up with the naïve facade anymore. “I guess you’ll have to find out.”

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anuncalledbridge · 11 months

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Leap of faith

Summary: you didn't expect you'd be pulled into a verse where there is no Avenger, no Peter, and no Ned.

Pairing: Miles Morales x (half filo) Stark!reader

Warning: knife, cursing, cursing in tagalog, violence, mention of death.

Previous part

It has been two days since you've been pulled by that strange portal. By some mysterious matter, Gwen and you somehow got into visions academy, an academy which you heard are only for the rich and intelligent kids. Vision Academy wasn't hard and it wasn't easy either but you could manage same goes for Gwen, she was rather exceptional herself.

When night falls you always find yourself feeling alone, sure Gwen was there but she is either sleeping or completely ignoring you. You miss home, you missed your dad, that's the only thing you and Gwen had in common, missing home.

You grabbed your suit deciding to sneak out, you looked at Gwen "wanna go for a swing?" You asked, she was burying her nose in a book "No, I feel tired" she lazily replied.

"Suit yourself, pinkie" You jump from your two-story building and shot a web on a building. You were too deep in your thoughts as you swing. Yesterday you went to visit Manhattan and found absolutely nothing. Manhattan looked so empty without the avenger tower.

There was a spider person like you in this verse but to your surprise, it was a guy, there was no explanation as to how any of this happened but since you got here you made it upon yourself to make some sort of device to get yourself home but it was quite complicated than you thought. The multiverse was somehow in shambles, you hoped that Dr. Strange finds a way to fix this while you were trying to go home.

You sat on a tower watching the city lights; you sat there for a while, thinking of something, anything other than this madness.

You got bored eventually and just decided to look around, your line of sight traveled to each civilian until it landed on a lady being mugged by someone.

"Okay! Need to get these pent-up feelings out!" You stretched your limp arms then you started to shoot your web to the next building.

"Woo! " You shouted, dodging a huge truck as you made your way to the crime "Help-- help me please!" The lady sounded so defeated her broken sobs were heard a mile away making you pick up your pace.

"Ain't it a bit rude, interrupting her well-deserved walk?" You spoke out of nowhere, making the culprit look up from his current position "Who are you!?" He shouted, quite terrified seeing a new sight other than their local hero.

"That's what they always say" You jump from a small building then you started to walk over to him "Never, 'oh! How are you amazing spider-woman?' you know what I mean? No?" You taunted.

"Stay where you are! Or else this bitch dies" he gruffly grabbed the woman's arm as he pointed the knife at her neck.

You gasp "Calling a woman 'bitch'? How would your mother feel if he saw you right now? Pushing you out of her vajayjay must've been a huge disappointment" You clicked your tongue in feigned disappointment.

"Oh well! There's nothing we could do about that" You shrugged. You swiftly shoot your web at the girl, successfully pulling her to you as she yelps at the process.

The culprit backed away dropping his knife and sprinting for his dear like "Hey! Where are your manners!" You shouted.

You were about to go after him but then a silhouette suddenly appeared in front of him catching him off guard, before he knew it he was already stuck on a wall, webs all over his body.

You saw Spiderman right there in front of you, he was talking to the culprit about something then his sight averted to you.

"Saw your little stunt, who are you?" He asked as he inch his way towards you "Ha? no no English." You tried to salvage this situation with your god-awful accent only to receive a laugh "No need to hide, heard you talking about pushing someone out of there-- you know how it goes" he winced.

The lady from earlier had already left after thanking you, so it was just the both of you plus the culprit who was on the wall "Who are you?" He asked again "tangina, papatayin ako ni Gwen nito" (fuck, Gwen is gonna kill me) you muttered. It didn't bother you much but Gwen, Oh dear.

Peter didn't understand a thing you just said, the only thing he caught was the name 'Gwen' "Whose Gwen?" He asked

"No one! It's nice doing business with you Mr. Daddy long legs!" Before you got time to swing your ass to Gwen he said something and you froze.

"I'm Peter, Peter Parker." The deafening silence made Peter uncomfortable a bit. In your verse Peter wasn't the Spiderman, instead, he had lived a pretty normal nerdy life and was your best friend who was obsessed with the star wars lore and Legos.

This Peter was much older than you, you can tell. Peter took off his mask and it completely left your mouth hanging open. Instead of luscious dark brown curly hair, he was blonde, and as you guess he was much much older than you.

"Is this what old age does to you!? Turn you blonde?!" You gestured your hands around him in exaggeration "Time has not been good to you, babes" Peter was offended for all he knows, he was perfect.

"She can talk.." he muttered. "No this isn't fair" he shook his head with a furrowed brow. "I don't know your name and your Identity" he sighs, looking at you expectedly "Oh! Right. Wait a minute, barbie"

"I'm pretty gorgeous so be warned" It feels like you were revealing yourself in a Roblox group chat with a bunch of kids that you and your Peter tried to prank. you pushed the nanotechnology spider logo on your suit and there reveals your face.

"Im--"

"Y/n!"

You didn't expect this...Peter, not your Peter, engulfed you in a tight hug, making you stumble back "O-okay.." you awkwardly said not knowing where to put your hands.

For what felt like minutes he started to sob "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" his breath was ragged if mistaken he'd have a panic attack "Dude, hey...what happened?" You finally asked.

Peter pulled away from you, as he wiped off his tears "I thought you...d-died" he had a hard time looking at you, guilt pooled in his eyes "whaaatt?" You dragged your word, still not processing his statement.

He chuckled softly but the pain is evidently still there "You're mistaken, Peter. I'm not from here, I just happen to stumble here"

"What?" He asked finally discarding his previous feeling "I was pulled by something close to a black hole, which terrified the hell out of me by the way" Peter paced around, still not meeting your gaze, afraid that if he did, he might cry again.

"Kingpin.." he muttered, he was thinking for a while then he finally looked up at you "Wait, how come you're here early? He didn't activate the machine yet" his voice was painted with confusion and a tinge bit of solemnity.

"Beats me, but that is a horrible name" You made a face of disgust while Peter smiled fondly, seemingly remembering something that includes you "You're still the same y/n, well except for the part where you spoke in a different language" that made you smile, although you have no idea what you're getting yourself into or who this exact copy of you is.

"Wanna grab a coffee or something?" You asked, as you ready yourself to swing "at this hour? Sure, why not" he put on his mask and with a last nod he took off swinging, you following behind him.

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"You married Mj?!" You gaped at him, shaking his head as he took a bite of his burger "Yeah I did, she helped me a lot since... you know" he looked down at the city, he was trying to say something but he was having a hard getting it out; finally he let out a long sigh then he looked at you. "Y-you were too young when you died, Y/n. I couldn't forgive myself"

"Hey, it's not your fault. Even if it's not me I know she won't blame you either." You rub comfort on his back, you don't know a single thing about comforting.

Peter's usual demeanor came back after a few words of horrible comforting and encouragement, and you think he finally has the closure he deserves.

You told him everything about the verse you live in, from the Avengers to your Peter and your father.

"Wait, so this Captain America guy, is always on your 'ass' because you're being too unnecessarily loud?" He questioned "Yes! Good thing I can curse in my own language so he's got nothing on my ass... although he found out one day, didn't hear the end of it. My dad was a snitch" you muttered the last part.

Peter laughed "Your suit is awesome by the way," He asked "I made it!" You smugly said. Peter let out a huff in amusement. "You? You made it?" He said as if he didn't believe your statement but he knew full well that you were capable of making something like that.

You scoffed "Of course I did, I mean how couldn't I?" Peter rolled his eyes at you, he then averted his gaze back to the city. Hanging out with Peter made you miss your Peter more; Sure they were different in so many ways but they somehow share the same traits.

"I've got to go Peter" You sat up from your position, as Peter did the same following your action "See you around?" He asked, "Of course!" You outstretched your hand for a fistbump and he gladly reciprocated.

You both went your separate ways, as you continued to swing back to your dorm. The whole way there you were thinking about how you're gonna tell Gwen this but that didn't really register when you arrived back at your dorm.

Will you're not inside your dorm, more like outside banging the hell out of the window "Gwen! Open this window right now!" You shouted but not too loud, careful to not wake up your dorm neighbor "Hoy Gwen! Anak nang- open this right now Gwen!" (Hey Gwen! Son of a-- open this right now Gwen) You groaned.

Gwen wasn't asleep, you can clearly see the light from your shared bedroom. To no avail, you just decided to give up "tangina, mandaan moto Gwen!" (son of a bitch, mark this day Gwen!) You spoke lastly as you tried to find a window that can access the hall, you just hoped the security guard was asleep.

You found one "Take that Gwen!" You muttered. You already took off your mask and covered your suit with a jacket. You gently closed the window as carefully as you could to not cause some attention. You smiled to yourself "'Another night another slay and I served--" and you spoke too soon.

You felt someone crash into you but you didn't fall it just surprised you, but the person who bummed you did. Miles groaned as he tried to focus his vision, he swore a huge guy must've bummed into him but then he looked up.

"Oh"

"Are you okay, wait-- are you sneaking out?" You asked as you help him up "N-no" he stuttered. He regained his balance then he finally got a good look at you.

Your hair was disheveled and you got a bag forming under your eye but you still look good, at least that's what you think about yourself.

You hummed looking at him suspiciously "Right..." He looked anywhere, avoiding your observant eyes "I-- uh, I was trying to--" he rubbed his neck with his dominant hand while his other hand was gesturing around.

You laughed "Dude relax, I'm not gonna snitch on you-- unless you're trying to snitch on me" You feigned seriousness "No! I-I swear I will not!" He replied almost immediately.

"I'm just playing with you, but if you don't want to get caught, don't go this hall if you're trying to sneak out"

"Then why are you here?"

You pursed your lips and clicked your tongue "I- you-" Miles knitted his brow together, awaiting your reply. You let out a sigh.

"you know what? I think I'm gonna snitch on you" You narrowed your eyes at him. Miles laughed, his previous nervous demeanor decapitated and instead, he tried to cover it up with faux confidence.

"you can't do that now, can you? I'm Miles Morales." he smiled. He had that kind smile that can make you melt.

"You're new, right? I-- I'm actually new too" You noticed he was growing nervous. You nodded "I guess...I saw what your dad did earlier" you smirked, as he groaned in embarrassment.

"Please don't make me remember that," he said with an exaggerated sigh. The scene between Miles and his Dad brought a frown across your face, it awfully reminded you of your dad.

"Oh, I doubt that. That's gonna stick with you as long as I'm near" You started to walk as he followed after you.

"I never caught your name--"

"Probably because, I didn't throw it, Morales" you blatantly said. Miles rolled his eyes a growing smile made its way to his lips.

"I didn't mean it like that, and just call me by my first name, it's weird" You chuckled "Sure, Morales" Miles threw his head back laughing.

The pair of you blindly walked through the hall, forgetting about the curfew entirely "Aren't you going to sneak out?" You asked Miles.

Miles chuckled nervously "I was gonna, but I'm just too tired, you know?" Miles wanted to sneak out and talk to his uncle but he didn't want to miss this opportunity into making friends.

"Am I really that good to hang out with for you to miss your daily sneak-out sesh?" You smirked as you leaned in closer to him. Miles was tense he couldn't say a word, your breath was fanning onto him and he can basically smell your perfume.

Suddenly a whistle echoed at the end of the hall making both of you turn your head to the source "Isn't it a bit too early to shag your classmate!" The guard shouted. "you'll both face deep consequences about this!"

"Run." You whispered into his ears, and Miles swore he could feel goosebumps. Before he even got time to process his dilemma, you grabbed his arms without warning, and god you were strong.

"Isn't it a bit too early to listen to the exclusive spider man Christmas song?!" You shouted with a laugh. Miles who heard your statement snorted and let out a bark of laughter.

"I didn't know you had such great taste in music!" Miles counter back and laughed. He peeked from his shoulder to see the guard who was running after the both of you; the way the guard ran made Miles laugh even harder his stomach hurting.

You looked back seeing the same thing and just like Miles it had you crackling. To say the guard wasn't flustered was an understatement, that enough made him determined to catch you both. Both of your laughter was so loud some of the students came out of their dorms and that alone distracted the guard from chasing after the both of you.

It took you a while to find a safe place to finally get peace. Mile was out of breath, he was panting like a dog; with laughter mixed with a full lap run, who wouldn't?

"you look dehydrated," you said out of amusement.

"Really? I didn't think it was that obvious" he remarked between ragged breath.

You sat down, him sitting down next to you, he was still out of breath "Why are you so unaffected-- I mean like, you basically ran through the whole school" You side glance at him "Mama mo blue." (Your mom is blue) that was so out of pocket even for Miles. Honestly, you didn't feel like talking, you loved Mile's company but you were just too tired, everything was just so overwhelming.

"No she's not, bet yours is" That made you chuckle, Miles understanding parts of your Filipino jokes brought you smiling wider.

"My mom is dead." You laughed seeing Mile's color drained from his face "I'm so sorry--" he was genuinely trying to apologize but he burst out laughing making you laugh harder.

"I'm serious though-- I'm sorry" his laughter subsided, replacing it with a sympathetic look "No need, Miles. It was a long time ago" You smiled reassuringly at him.

Miles grinned, looking mischievously at you "What?" You asked "You called me by my first name" he wiggled his brows "Oh fuck off, dude" You punched his shoulder gently but he still made a sound.

You felt your phone buzz, averting your attention to your phone. Miles watched your smile turn into an annoyed frown as you saw the text on your phone.

"where are you?" you mocked in a high-toned voice. Miles let out a huff of amusement watching you "Now she's worried when she was the one who locked me out!" You complained.

"Roommate?" Miles asked feeling quite the same as you. You hummed.

"my roommate is always on his computer 24/7 sometimes I can hardly sleep at all," he said still looking your way. "Will, let's just say my roommate likes to play pranks with me" you muttered.

"Didn't it cross your mind that maybe she does that because...you always start it"

You scoffed "Strong accusation, but fair point-- and I need to go, she's spamming me" You stand up from your position as Miles frowned.

"You still didn't tell me your name," he said while standing up. You narrowed your eyes, surely you won't tell him your name but you thought of a cool nickname to piss Gwen off.

"Gwendolyn Garcia" you held back a laugh, pursing your lips to conceal it. "Will see you around, Gwendolyn" he enthusiastically said.

"Copy that" Hearing that made Miles groaned loudly and you throw your head back laughing. You both went your separate ways with the previous event still in mind. Miles for sure will cherish the night. You in the other hand still can't sleep.

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brostateexam · 5 months

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Miss California was the best thing about Thanksgiving. By a lot.

She's doing really well. She can walk on her own and has good range of motion. She can get on to certain things in my mom's house by climbing up using her claws, and for the rest, she comes to where she wants to go and then chirps until she's picked up and placed on her desired surface.

She spent a lot of time snuggling with me and purring. I love her so much.

Other good things:

People really liked my food

One of my mom's guests brought really nice gelato

End of list!

The dinner was very weird. The kids were, to be honest, awful little gremlins (perfectly understandable; their dad has cancer) and the adults weren't really interested in controlling them (perfectly understandable; see previous). So most of the adult time was corralling the kids or making awkward chitchat while we all avoided talking about how my BiL has cancer.

No one really was able to have a good conversation or relax anyhow because my mom's place is far too small for eight people to just enter the space and find a natural place to sit unless she puts work in to setting up the space for people, and she didn't do any work whatsoever. So the end result was there weren't enough chairs set out, three people in the living room and two in the kitchen with thee people having to stand at any given time, which added to the chaotic feeling and did not make for a nice atmosphere.

She also allowed her friend to bring gelato for dessert, but my mom keeps kosher so we had to switch dishes and utensils between dinner and dessert, and the dishes can't touch or share a sink. Then she got really snappy with people not knowing which dishes were for milk vs meat (and by the way, she has like a random pile of eclectic dishes for each so you can't just say "pink floral pattern = milk, blue plates = meat" or whatever), and got really annoyed about people using the wrong utensils or whathaveyou... The solution here was to just say "bring non dairy ice cream, or jello, or just fruit" but instead it was a damn mess. Great gelato, though.

A bit too great. I had too much of it and ended up with dumping syndrome. I had to lie down until it passed, during which my mom passive-aggressively asked if I was ready to leave yet no fewer than three times. It was beyond rude and I'm still steamed about it hours later.

At least everyone liked the food I made. I'm thinking I'm going to pass on seeing my mom for a bit after that, though. She's been helping me a lot with the house, which I appreciate, but maybe it's causing some resentment toward me because she was just shitty to me in a way I didn't appreciate.

#miss california the cat #cat blog

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ramspatula · 5 months

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Carnations | Cole Brookstone x reader Part 5 🔞

Warning there is a lot of sexual language, scenes and actual smut in here!

Previous part, Masterlist, Next Part,

Lloyd stared at the two girls in front of him hopelessly.

“So before I start I want everyone to keep an open mind…”

“Mhm.”

“So… my family… friends… want all of us to hangout as a big group.” He said and Peach raised her eyebrow.

“Expand the Pookies?” She asked and Lloyd shook his head.

“I’d never ask you to do that… just one hangout… to see how it goes?”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to, Lloyd. But it’s up to her if she wants to go.”

“….is Cole gonna be there?”

0:57———|——— -2:10

“Hey- look who it is!” A ginger boy yelled and Cole shoved him out the way.

“Y/n! Come here, let me introduce you to everyone.” He said before wrapping an arm around me and kissing my forehead. “How you been, sweetheart?”

“I saw you last night.” I told him.

“And I wanna know how your sleep and morning was.” He said.

“It was good, better if you stayed though.” I told him and he smiled.

“Next time, promise.” He said and faced the others as we got closer.

“Okay! Y’know Lloyd and Peach obviously. They’re not important-“

“Hey!”

“This is Jay, he’s annoying. Don’t talk to him for too long-“

“You’re so rude.” ‘Jay’ said and Cole ignored him.

“That’s Nya, she’s Kai sister and that’s Zane…” I looked to them all. “This is Y/n.” He said and they all greeted me and I smiled and waved.

“Hi.” I said, small voice.

“Kai and Skylor should be getting here later.” Lloyd filled in and I didn’t miss the way Peach slowly turned to look at him in disbelief. He turned to face her and gave her a quick peck before leaning back against the tree.

0:57———|——— -2:10

We were sat around this big fire. Camping chairs surrounded around it. Me and Cole shared one, Nya and Jay shared one and Zane had the other one to himself. His girlfriend couldn’t make it. Pixie or something. Lloyd and Peach were sat against the tree, huddled together. Skylor and Kai were sat in the other camping chair. We mainly avoided eye contact.

“Your uncle’s name is Wu?!” I asked and Lloyd nodded.

“Yeah… my Dad had 4 arms. Are you surprised?” He asked, taking a swig of his beer.

“What is your Dad’s first name?” I asked and I noticed the amused smile.

“Garmadon.” He said.

“Yeah but his first name.” I said and they all giggled.

“It’s Garmadon.” He said again and i made a face.

“No that’s his last name. The one that comes before that.” I said and they started giggling.

“It’s Garmadon!” He repeated and my face dropped.

“No! That’s your last name! Like Wu Garmadon.” I said and I could feel Cole shaking in laughter against me.

“Actually he’d love to head that. When you meet him, call him that.” Lloyd said and Peach giggled.

“Y/n… they don’t have last names. Wu is just Wu, Garmadon is just Garmadon.” She explained.

“That’s weird.”

“My family is weird.” Lloyd added.

“So what’s your mom’s name?”

“Misako Garmadon.”

“What the fuck-“

“Enough of that.” Cole said, placing a hand over my eyes, I ignored how the fire was brighter after I shoved his hand off. “Let’s get to know each other better.” Cole said, mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Truths!” Jay yelled and Peach groaned.

“What’s truths?” I asked.

“It’s awful. It’s how they found out I had a my little pony phase when I was little and how I’ve smoked since I was 15.” Peach said and Lloyd kissed her forehead.

“I’m so glad you quit, babe.” He said and I gave her a look.

“Me too, Pookie.”

“Don’t. He gets me nicotine patches every year for Christmas.” She warned and Jay lit up in offence. “Just play your stupid game.”

“Okay so how this works is… you either take a shot, of your choice, or answer the question.” Cole said and I huffed out a breath.

“Beginners first.” Nya said and handed me a random shot. “Have you and Cole had sex yet?” She asked and I raised my eyebrows.

“Wow right in there… no.” I said and gave the shot to Cole.

“Okay, big guy…” Nya said, trying to think of a question.

“What’s your body count?” Peach asked and Cole immediately took the shot.

“You’re a bitch for that one.” He said.

“That’s for asking me how many times a week I get off.” She said and he shrugged. Pouring a new shot and handing it to her.

“Do you think Garmadon is a gilf?” Nya asked and Peach took the shot. Lloyd looked at her in outrage.

“You think my Dad is a gilf?!” Lloyd asked and she handed him the next shot.

“Your turn.” She said instead.

“Favourite position and why?” Cole asked and Lloyd has a devious look in his eyes. Peach gave him pleading eyes, he looked like he was about to take the shot before-

“Mating press. More intimate than missionary.” He said and we all burst out in disbelief as Peach hurried herself in her hands. He passed the shot to Skylor.

“Have you ever pegged Kai?” Jay asked straight away and she took the shot quicker than I could imagine. Kay looked at her outraged.

“That’s never happened!” He yelled and she poured him a shot.

“Biggest fear.” Zane asked and Kai shotted.

“You’ll use it against me.” Kai said to the group, pouring another shot and handing it to Nya, skipping Zane who apparently didn’t drink.

“Bodycount?” Cole simply said and she shotted.

“Not getting into that.” She said afterwards and poured one for Jay.

“Does Nya dominate you in bed?” Lloyd asked and he nodded.

“I don’t need to deny that one.” He said and passed the shot back to me.

“Ever cock-warmed?” Jay asked and I shotted. Cole looked at me in shock.

“Who?!” He asked and I smacked his chest,

“I shotted so I didn’t have to answer that.” I told him.

0:57———|——— -2:10

A few more questions later and we all significantly more drunk.

“Okay… What is your actual name, Peach?” Kai asked and she shotted.

“I’m not nearly drunk enough for that.” She said and threw the little plastic cup at him.

“Lloyd. Baby.” Peach said and he nodded, leaning in closer to her.

“Yes, baby.” He said.

“Y/n, baby.” Cole mocked and I laughed.

“Yes, baby.” I said, Lloyd and Peach looked at us unimpressed.

“What? It’s too lovey dovey.” Cole said and Peach rolled her eyes.

“It’s your turn.” She said instead and handed him a shot.

“Craziest place you’ve ever had sex.” Jay asked and Lloyd’s eyes widened.

“…On the back of a dragon- No!” Lloyd said and they all looked at him shocked as he continued to think. “When my Dad had us on the dark island and we did it in the forest against this big ass tree.” He said and I looked at them more shocked.

“One- where did you find a dragon?! And have sex on it?! Next, when were you two on the fucking dark island?!”

“When you went up south with your Nan for 2 weeks right before the final battle.” Peach explained and I nodded.

“The dragon is a really long story.” Lloyd said, passing the shot to Skylor.

“I wanna hear about the dragon story actually.” She said.

“I’ll tell you it if you tell me what happened on Chen’s island in that underground tunnel.” Peach said and Skylor shotted.

“That wasn’t the truth!” Peach said and we all started laughing, the tension gone. Soon enough it was back to me.

“Are you still upset over the noodle house incident and if you are or not, why. Y/n & Skylor.” We were both handed a shot each.

“No.” We both said, honestly.

“You’re not?” Kai asked, confused.

“I’m more annoyed how it turned out.” Skylor said and I nodded.

“I’m not proud of it and I might be a little insecure for this but I was really unsettled with the thought of my boyfriend still hanging around someone he used to hook up with. I was actually so relieved to hear that you were going on date with Cole and it ate me up inside with the thought of this pretty girl who was there before me and such a nice person as well that it felt good to see you not have the best day because I felt like you were almost better than me. I don’t really have many friends either so knowing that you had a best friend that��s like the ones you see in movies just added onto things.” Skylor said and I was almost speechless. I had a moment with Kai when they first started going out where I told him to make sure that his girlfriend was okay with us hanging out still. I should’ve known that feeling like the other woman is inevitable in those situations. “Your turn” she said and took a sip of her actual drink and not the shot.

“That night I was so excited and happy. It was the first time I was looking at a date as the start of a relationship rather than messing around. I wanted so badly for the night to be perfect and be like a dream.” Cole’s grasp got a little tighter. “Then of course. Cole got called in to work and I had no message so I was thinking that I had been stood up. I was upset and just wanted to go home and talk to my best friends and then to hear you talk about them I’m not such a positive light just set me off because that’s home. It felt like you insisted my family was falling apart and that- that hurt. So I just went off. It just felt like the world was turning against me in that moment.” I explained, feeling a bit sober now and then Cole passed the shot to Peach.

“Now you. Why haven’t we seen you in forever, you’ve been like a ghost.” He said and Peach smiled before laughing a little.

“We’ve all got our own shit going on. Yours is all connected. Mine is different. I do shit that you wouldn’t be able to understand and then on top of that I’m still in college so, I’m busy too. And your guys house… unsettles me. There’s always something going on and it just overwhelms me but I’ll put in more effort if that’s what you want.” Peach said and Lloyd didn’t look at her. We swiftly moved on from that. Kai and Skylor’s chair glitched and they fell onto the floor. We all got up in shock. The chair appeared again on top of Kai and went into his rib.

“Peach!”

“Sorry!”

“Peach?!” I questioned and they all paused. “You did that?! They know about that?!” I asked and she looked at them all before taking two shots at once. Kai pushed the chair off and grabbed a shot and took it.

“I felt like I should.” He said.

“What the fuck?” I said and looked to Cole. He took a shot and when I turned to the others they were pouring a shot hastily to avoid answering anything. “You guys are messed up and serious secret keepers.”

“Blame his Uncle.” Nya said and pointed to Lloyd.

“Actually blame me, I’ll take it.” He said.

“Your saviour complex is so annoying sometimes.” Kai said and just picked up the bottle of vodka and started drinking it straight.

“Let’s just get pissed.” Jay said and picked up the bottle of cherry sours.

“Fine by me.” Peach said and picked up the Malibu, Lloyd shoved Cole away with amazing strength to get the whiskey.

“Fuck off.” Cole said in annoyance. Lloyd flipped him off and he spun the bottle around with it in his mouth to do that tornado affect.

“I don’t care what that is just hand me it.” I said and took the bottle.

0:57———|——— -2:10

The light peaked through my curtains and I groaned. My headache was severe. I felt the mattress below me dip and rise as a weight was moved around on it. I looked over shoulder to see Cole. I smiled to myself and turned to cling to him.

“G’Morning.” His morning voice was deep and gruff and I held him tighter.

“Fix my hangover… please.” I said and he chuckled. I felt the vibrations of his laugh against his back and I smiled. I could stay like this forever.

“Shoulda answered more truths.” He said and I groaned.

“No one needs to know the longest amount of time I’ve edged for.” I said and he turned over.

“How about we play on our own? Slightly different version though.” He said and hovered over me.

“What’s this version?” I asked and he shuffled so he was above me with his knees between my legs and I wrapped my legs around his middle. He was such a big man and I kept forgetting. “I like this position.” I said and he laughed before leaning down and kissing my neck a few times before sucking, then biting and I gasped before moaning a little.

“It’s more intimate. And you don’t really avoid questions. I’ve just made it up.” He said and I giggled. “I wanna make up for something though.” He said and I looked up, confused.

“What’s that?” I asked and his hand moved from beside my arm to between my legs and he gently moved his thumb over the clothed area. My body shuddered as he leaned down to whisper in my ear.

“The fact I haven’t fucked you yet.” He said and bit my ear. I moaned as his rubbing movements sped up. “You want that?” He asked and I nodded.

“Yes! Yes!” I said and he chuckled before my breathing sped up and I was panting now in pleasure. “I want more, take them off.” I said, gesturing to my pyjamas shorts and he only kept to what he was doing.

“What was the longest you’ve edged yourself for again?” He asked and my face almost dropped.

“What?” I asked and he smiled.

“Tell me baby or else this isn’t going any further.” He said and I closed my eyes as I felt him go faster then slow down.

“40 minutes!” I said and he looked surprised.

“Mmm. Well we’re gonna beat that today.” He said and looked around. “Where’s the draw?” He asked and I could feel myself started to lose my clear thinking already.

“What draw?”

“I know you have a draw.” He said and pulled out my bedside table draw and smirked. I heard a buzz and looked to the side shocked. In his hand. Was my vibrator. “30%? We’re gonna have to wait for it to charge a bit.” He said and plugged it in to the usb in the wall and I gasped as the hand movements sped up except his thumb turned into his finger and the up and down motion turned to circles. I grabbed onto his bicep to try and control myself. “You’re not going to let go until I say, okay? This will be the best experience of your life.” He promised and I nodded because he’s already got me closer to finishing in 5 minutes than any man had in 2 hours.

“Yeah.” I said and brought his face down to kiss him.

“Now let’s play the game.” He said and I almost forgot about that.

“Every time you answer a question clearly, wihout moaning or anything like that, a piece of clothing comes off. On you and me.” He said and I nodded.

“Okay!” I agreed and he smiled.

“Good.” His movement sped up and I gasped. “What’s the fastest you’ve ever came?” He asked and I honestly couldn’t think.

“I don’t know… 2 minutes?” I said and he tutted but ripped of my pyjama shorts with ease. Like it was nothing. I gasped in shock. “They’re my favourite-!” Put I was cut off by him continuing what he was doing.

“Mm. 50%. We’ll keep at this.” He said to himself and shifted so I was sat between his legs and against his chest. “It’s gets harder, babe. Don’t worry.” He said and I moaned when he put my pressure into his movements. “You’re so close.” He said and I grabbed onto his arm… so ready to cum. “But it’s only been 20 minutes.” He told me and slowed down the movements. I clung desperately onto him in an attempt to get him to carry on and he didn’t.

“Please!” I said and he tutted again.

“No, not yet.” He said and I actually whined. “Plus, you’re not coming until some part of me is inside you.” He said and I whined again. I couldn’t believe this. I did not expect to wake up and do this, this morning.

He’d kept up with the same pace for another 10 minutes, bringing me close, bringing me back down again before I could climax. My body had started jolting in frustration.

“Cole! Please!” I yelled and he chuckled.

“Okay, I think it’s time for the next question.” He said and I smiled, relived.

“Have you ever came to the thought of me?” He asked and I nodded, he slapped the part of me he has been rubbing so tirelessly for the past half hour and I gasped. “That’s not an answer.”

“Yes!” I yelled and he smiled, bringing my face up to kiss me and I got so into it I almost didn’t notice the fact he has tour my underwear off until I felt the cold breeze on it. I broke this kiss and he moved us again so I was sat against him with my legs over his thighs to keep them spread.

“Are you ready for this, sweetheart?” He asked and I nodded, assuming he was going to start rubbing again but instead I felt something push at the soft tissue inside me before it was intruding more and more and I almost cried. It had been a long time and one of his fingers were worth at least 3 of mine. So it hurt. I grabbed onto him as he started making gentle movement in and out in order to get it further without it hurting so much and the pressure from inside me causing it to burn made my breathing go heavy. “It’s okay.” He reassured me and I held onto him. “One at a time.” He said and kissed my forehead, I nodded and another one was prodding through. I didn’t mean that but now the burn was expanding and I just sat there whimpering as he continued to work them into me until he had 2 fingers actively scissoring me, stretching me. Just as the burn was becoming small another one started being worked in and I cried. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked and I nodded. I wanted him. I wanted a sex life as well with him and he kissed my head. “Then I gotta stretch you out, doll. Otherwise, I might tear you or hurt you more. Which I really don’t want to fucking do.” He said and I nodded as he finally got the third one in all the way. I loved that he cared. I loved that he was making this all about me. I couldn’t be any more relieved to have someone who cares about my pleasure.

Another 10 minutes of this and I was feeling the pleasure. I was feeling some satisfaction and I thought his next step would be to fuck me. It’s been 50 minutes. He’s beat me record.

“What’s your favourite part of yourself?” He asked and I didn’t know. It was so subjective.

“What’s yours?” I asked instead and he chuckled.

“I like your hips. I don’t know why but I do. However that doesn’t get my boxers off. It’s not an answer to my question after all.” He said and I heard a buzz before I felt it. Right against my clit. The vibrator was held lightly against my clit and I gasped, wanting immediately to cum. It was so euphoric. My body lifted up off of Cole’s chest as I got closer to release and he pulled me back down with one arm before going pack to holding the vibrator against me and still fingering me. My body started convulsing.

“How long has it been?” He asked and I couldn’t open my eyes or form words with my mouth. To fucked out to think. I just sat there, body jumping again this chest, mouth open in pleasure and eyes shut. I was totally dumbed down by him. “Okay I think this is the last stretch.” He said and turned up the vibrator, sped up his fingers and I cried out and whimpered. “Whenever you’re ready, doll.” He said and I felt the same pressure building up, the knot in my stomach becoming tighter and tighter until. I screamed. I actually screamed. I heard Cole chuckle in surprise as I collapsed against him. “That was a very wet finish. I wasn’t expecting that.” He said and moved. I was fully laying down now and whimpering. I felt hot breath on my worn out and sensitive clit and I flinched but then his tongue got to work. He ate me out as I came down from my high and I ended up squirting again, over his face and I didn’t even react. “Remind me to do that again.” He said and I shook my head.

“No… that was… yeah do it again.” I panted and he smiled.

“How was that?” He asked and I let out a small laugh.

“Amazing… it’s never felt that good before.” I said and he winked before taking his boxers off. I looked at him in shock. “How are you still going?!” I asked and he smiled.

“I’ve got so much stamina baby. You’re gonna learn that real soon.” He said and brought my legs over his shoulder. “I’ve actually been thinking about what Lloyd said.” Cole said and I frowned in confusion.

“What?”

“Mating press is more intimate than missionary.” He filled in and I felt his presence infiltrate my body again. Except this time. It was different. Thicker, longer, harder. I gasped as I was somehow stretched out so much more. When I thought that was it he moved up and it was so much deeper. My knees were next to my head as he pressed his weight down on me and held me there for a moment. His hands went from holding him up to holding the sides of my head as he started rocking himself in and out. I gasped. It didn’t take long for him to speed up. And soon it was hard and fast paced. Unlike when he was getting me off, this was hard and rough and controlling. I liked it but it was scary to see the transition. He felt powerful on top of me like this. Me completely pinned down and I felt protected. This felt dominant and it felt good. Too good. As he got closer, he panted and the back of my thighs started to really hurt. I couldn’t work out why but it felt like they were burning. Like the impact was so much stronger than it currently felt as he starting kissing my cervix. I felt the satisfaction build up again and release but not as strong as before. Still satisfactory. I felt my head hit the pillow as I moaned and he was grunting like an animal before he broke through my cervix and I screamed. That hurt. His hips stuttered and I gasped. It was burning hot and it was a lot and it was directly in my womb. I panted and so did he before letting my legs come down but still collapsing on me.

“I love you. I fucking love you.” Cole panted and my body froze.

“I love you too.”

0:57———|——— -2:10

Peach slammed something on the counter in front of me and I frowned.

“What?” I asked staring at the plan B.

“You haven’t took your birth control for 3 days.” She told me and my eyes widened as she also put the other pill down next to me as well.

“Did Cole tell you on the way out?” I asked and she looked at me exasperated.

“Tell me? He didn’t need to tell me shit girl, I heard it. Made me horny and all I had to wake up Lloyd just so he could eat me out.” I said and Lloyd walked in at just the right time.

“Best alarm I’ve ever had.” He said and kissed her on the cheek before opening the fridge.

“Eat all my food and I’ll bite your dick next time.” She said and I gave them a look.

“He got horny too.” She said and I rolled my eyes.

“Whatever.” I said and got up to walk away but she followed me and closed my bedroom door.

“Tell me everything.” She said and I smiled. “What happened?”

“He edged me for over an hour using his hands, fingers and my vibrator. I was like a fucking rag doll I couldn’t move by the end of it. Then he ate me out and I squirted.” I told her and she gasped.

“On his face?!” She questioned and I nodded. She laughed. “Wow.”

“You ever done that before?” I asked, a little embarrassed.

“Last night.” She said and I looked at her shocked. “He has a real thing for eating me out.” Peach told me and I nodded.

“Clearly.” I said and she shoved my shoulder.

“Tell me more.” She continued and I smiled.

“Then he actually fucked and thanks to your man. He had me in a mating press.” I said and her eyes widened. “I’ve never been so fucked out in my life.”

“Did it hurt the back of your thighs?” She asked and I nodded, in shock.

“Yeah, is that common?” I asked and she looked up at me.

“Are you wearing underwear right now?” She asked and I nodded. “Okay just quickly, pull down your pants.” She said and I frowned but did it anyway because she doesn’t ask to do this stuff often unless something is really wrong. “Yep. Of course. I knew it.” She said and I looked at her in worry.

“What?! What?!” I asked, frantically and she turned me around so I could see the back of my thighs in the mirror. They were bruised black. I gasped. “Oh my god! I didn’t even notice!”

“It’s not good, Pookie. Makes it exciting when you want a rough time but trust me. It makes them feel like shit even though it doesn’t hurt that much.” She explained and I frowned. “It’s happened to me. Multiple times and now I don’t even have any feeling in the back of my thighs or bottom of my arse.” She explained and I looked at her in shock.

“This has never happened before?!” I said. I wasn’t a virgin.

“These guys are different. Especially Lloyd and Cole. They’re strong. Extremely strong. Sometimes they lose control of that.” Peach told me and I looked at her worried. “You’ve just got to let him know so he doesn’t break you.” She said jokingly but it didn’t feel like a joke. I stared at the massive bruises in the mirror.

“So when did he ask?” Peach moved on and I frowned confused.

“Ask what?”

“Ask for you to be his girlfriend.” Peach said and my face dropped as I turned around to look at her. Her eye twitched and one of my perfume’s glitched.

0:57———|——— -2:10

“Can we get a round of applause for Cole?!” Lloyd cheered and the rest of the team did as he patted him on the back.

“Him and his girl have officially reached the level of fucking without it meaning the relationship is over.” Lloyd filled them in and they all cheered louder.

“So you’re serious serious now.” Jay said and Cole nodded.

“We were before.” He said and went to get some food.

“Cole’s fucking and dating my ex fling and I love it!” Kai cheered and everyone looked at him weirdly. “I’m trying here.”

“Anyway so when are you-“

“Stop the congratulations- this dickhead hasn’t asked her to be his girlfriend yet.” Lloyd said, looking at his phone.

“What?!”

“Are you dumb?!” Jay and Kai’s outburst made Cole put his hands up in defence.

“Woah! I have to ask?! I thought it was clear?” He said and they all looked at him dumbly and Lloyd smacked him across the head. “Ow!”

#cole brookstone #cole brookstone x reader #earth ninja #jay walker #kai smith #lloyd garmadon #ninjago #ninjago cole #nya smith #ninjago skylor #ninjago zane #zane julien

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tillthelandslide · 11 months

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Poor Baby - Ross Macdonald One Shot

A/n: just a quick short one shot I wrote for the lovely @achangeofheartx bc she's the best and I love her

Your period had been out to get you all day, it felt like someone was punching you at the worse moments. Your back had started to ache from the unbearable pain and you wanted nothing more than to go home, slide into bed, grab the assortment of snacks that Ross reserved just for you, just for this occasion and curl up and let bear of a man cuddle you until the pain wasn't as bad.

He had text you around an hour ago, asking how your day was going and you sent him a voice note on your break, he could tell by your voice you were in agony and a few moments later you received a voice note back, his voice filling your ears and making you smile.

"Tell your manager you're going home and before you say anything, you haven't had a single day off since you had the flu when I was on tour and I couldn't even help then... But I'm going to help now. I'll be there in 10 minutes to pick you up. Don't fight me on this love".

You loved when he was like this, stern and determined, it was one of the many times you looked forward to him being a dad, knowing he'd do anything that needed to be done to protect his child. And he was always that way with you, ensuring he did whatever he could to ensure you were happy.

You inform your manager you're feeling under the weather and they're perfectly understanding, informing you that you indeed haven't had a day off in ages so let you go home.

You left your work building, seeing the tall rugged man you were lucky enough to call your boyfriend resting against his car. You smiled upon seeing him, his own lips stretching into a wide smile, dimples popping. You walk up to him, immediately being greeted by his warm embrace, you groaned into his chest and he chuckled deeply, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

"Let's get you to bed love" he says, not before you're leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, a silent thank you.

Upon arriving home he sweeps you up into his arm, demanding that you've been on your feet long enough. He carries you to your joint bedroom, seeing a pair of soft leggings and your favourite jumper of his already laid out for you. You quickly change (telling him you didn't need help, although he desperately wanted to be put to use) before crawling into your bed.

You turn on your favourite comfort film, some sappy romance comedy, getting comfortable in your confines of your warm bed, lying your head on his pillow just to smell him.

He's returning to you only a few minutes later, holding a tray with various snacks, your favourite chocolates, a hot water bottle, a brewed cup of camomile tea and painkillers. He moves so he's lying down next you, pulling you to lie on his chest, hooking an arm around you and placing the hot water bottle over your stomach. The warmth of both the bottle and him already makes you feel better and the way he's placing soft kisses to your hairline, smoothing his hands through your hair to relax you.

"You're too good to me" you mumble against his chest.

"Impossible" he says.

"Thank you" you say, thanking him for being the best boyfriend ever and for everything he does.

"Drink this love" he says pulling away from you slightly to pass you the tea. You drink it slowly and smile at him as it starts to make you feel better.

"Okay now back in my arms" he demands and you chuckle, happily complying.

He asks you small questions about your day, how you're feeling, if he can do anything for you and at one point all you can do hush him with your lips against his. It's a soft, small peck and rudely interrupted by an awful pain in your stomach, making you groan as you pull away from him.

His large hand drifts down to your stomach, smoothing against the skin and a gentle stroke.

He pouts down at you "my poor baby" he says and you pout back.

"I'd take all your pain if I could" he says and you nod, knowing it was the truth.

"Wouldn't want you to do that... Being here with me is enough" you say.

"I love you" you hear him say. You slowly start to fall asleep in his arms, the pain nearly completely disappeared now.

"I love you more" you mumble back before you feel yourself drift off to sleep. You wake up a short amount of time later, Ross having disappeared which makes you frown. Your stomach cramps have seemed to be much better now so you take yourself downstairs. You find himself slaving away by the cooker, making your favourite dish. You wrap your arms around his waist, lips pressing against his Tshirt clad back. He's quickly turning around in your arms, smiling down at you, leaning down to kiss you.

"Feel better?" He asks, his hair is now free from the confines of his hair band.

"Much better thank you" you nod.

"I have to say, you'd be the perfect husband. For better or for worse after all" you say, the two of you often joked (although you were both serious) about the idea of being married.

"Yeah?" He asks, and you nod in reply.

"Well I'm sure we can make that a reality" he says and you smile widely at him.

"Yes please" you say, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him again, completely forgetting about your period pains.

"Yeah... Think I can make you my wife" he says, disappearing into the hallway to grab something from his coat before returning back to the room.

You think he's joking when he kneels down before you but you gasp as he reveals a velvet box, and you feel tears spring to your eyes as he opens it up, revealing a beautiful diamond ring.

"Ross..." You trail off.

"Thought of doing this for ages... And not when you're on your period" he jokes making you chuckle "but I knew from the moment I met you that I wanted you to be my wife... Wanted nothing more than to be your husband and look after you forever. So will you marry me?" He asks and you simply nod at him, pulling him to his feet once he's slipped the ring on your finger.

He picks you up from your feet, your legs wrapping around his waist as he misses you.

"For better or for worse... Always love" he murmurs against your mouth.

Notes: I'm sorry I can't seem to write a one shot of Ross without him proposing haha. Clearly just have to have this man on his knees one way or another

#ross macdonald #the 1975 fanfic #ross macdonald x reader #the 1975 #ross macdonald smut #ross the 1975 #ross macdonald imagine #ross macdonald fluff #the 1975 fluff

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xoxopeace · 1 year

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Ghost Whisperer

Summary: You're a new student at Nevermore, and was ready for a new start. All you had to do was keep your gift to yourself, while also ignoring the cute artist who seems to invested in what your gift is.

Can't be too hard, right?

Warnings: Discussions about death, mediumship

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" I don't see the point of coming here." You argued back at your mother. As your car drove pass the black, rust stained sign that read, "Nevermore", you could feel your stomach began to turn. Going to a new school wasn't your fear, dealing with new people was the issue.

"Y/N" . Your mother pleaded softly. You could see how exhausted she was with the conversation. Her fingers pressed against the side of her head as she silently counted to ten. Once she was finished she fixed the passenger mirror to be able to focus on you in the back.

"Please just give it a try. " She asked. "This isn't like the other schools you've been in, these are kids who now exactly how you feel."

You groaned, rolling your eyes after hearing her same speech over and over again.

" Nevermore is a place for the outcasts of this world to come together." You repeated. " Where we find unity in our differences."

Your mother smiles softly in the mirror as you repeated the same speech she gave you yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that.

"So you have been listening." She stated. " You don't have to be alone anymore, you can meet other kids with different abilities. Other kids who won't-"

"Laugh at me." You interrupted. You focused your attention outside the window, not wanting to meet your mother's gaze.

"Call me a freak or crazy and say that I belong in a psych ward."

Your mother sighed, knowing how hard it's been for you to connect with other kids your age. It wasn't your fault, you didn't ask to have this ability, just like how your mom didn't ask to be a psychic or your dad didn't want ask to have telekinesis.

"You know , I didn't ask to be like this either." A voice said next to you. Turning towards your side you saw your old friend, Marley sitting next to you. " When I was your age I wanted to be a movie star, but I guess the universe had other plans.".

You smiled slightly at Marley, she was the only..."person" you could call a friend.

"Yeah, instead your safety net on the movie set wasn't put up right ." You explained to him.

" But at least they caught me on film, right ?" She asked before poofing out of the car.

Marley was right, she didn't ask to be a ghost, she wanted to be a movie star. Just like how you didn't ask to be able to see the dead.

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" Oh we are so delighted to have you join us here at Nevermore." Principle Weems exclaimed. Walking through the hallways of the gothic school, you noticed how your mother wasn't lying. There was hundreds of kids here, some older, some younger, and not all alike. Of course you had your werewolves, vampires, gorgons and sirens but there were other groups too. Some kids didn't have any faces at all, no eyes our mouth, while others had multiple eyes and you could have sworn you saw someone take off their head and spin it on their finger like it was a basketball.

"Well thanks for having me." You answered back. " I don't want to be rude, but I don't think this place will be any different."

Principle Weems sighed as she placed her hand on your shoulder. The small smile she had on her face said it all.

"Normies.... don't understand people like us." She started. " And sometimes when people don't understand something they say and do awful things. "

You nodded your head slowly while trying to keep yourself from showing any signs of weakness.

" I know." You stated. "This isn't the first time I switched schools in the middle of the year."

"Well maybe, this will be the last time." She suggested. "Look around this court yard."

Leading you towards the front of the yard, you saw all the groups of students sitting around, chatting amongst themselves.

" I'm not a fan of saying I know how you feel." Weems explained. " But I will tell you that every single one of these students in here, have felt the pain of being an outcast in a normie world.

As she led you up to your dorm room, she left you with one word of advice.

"Give Nevermore a chance, you never know who you might surprise you here.".

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Your first day at Nevermore was going pretty smoothly at first. You had History of the Dark Arts, then enjoyed some lunch and now on your way to Literature, specifically focusing on Edward Allen Poe.

What you didn't count on was getting lost, you would think as big as this school is they would have a hallway sign. Eventually the hallway was empty, and you were stuck trying to find your way around.

" Pretty freaky isn't it." A voice said next to you. Instantly Marley poofed next to you, and slowly walked with you as you were looking for your class.

" What's freaky the fact you're still wearing bell bottoms?" You asked her. " It's been almost fifty years Mars, let the 70s go."

"Oh please missy, you guys are trying to bring vintage back and I gotta say ya'll aren't cutting it."

As you kept eyeing every numbered door trying to your classroom, Marley couldn't help but notice how difficult it was for you.

"You know." She began. "It wouldn't kill you to ask someone for help, I mean I know I'm your best friend and all but I'm a ghost I can only do so much.".

"Mars, I'm perfectly fine finding the classroom on my own." You argued back.

"Oh I know, pumpkin" She whined, Marley did always see you as a little sister. " But what are you gonna do once I cross over, I don't want you to be all by yourself.".

You stopped and looked at her with a reassuring smile.

"Mars." You whispered. " When you cross over, I'll be fine okay. Don't worry about me.".

It wasn't until you heard someone give an awkward cough, that you pretended to have your phone out and act like you were talking with someone.

"You don't have to pretend you weren't talking to yourself." The voice explained. " Im not a normie, I don't bite.".

Turning around you placed your phone back into your pocket, ready to be met with embarrassment. But instead you were introduced to the complete opposite. The boy standing in front of you had a genuine expression on his face, not the type that was about to start calling you names. His hair was thrown back into a bun, his big brown eyes were solely focused on you and you hated to admit it. But it definitely left a small feeling in your chest.

" I was just.." You started but couldn't find the right words.

"Talking to yourself." He answered back.

You sighed, getting ready to hear the same insults others have thrown at you before.

"Okay, not talking to myself that's weird." You answered.

"I was talking to Marley, my best friend who also happens to be a ghost from the 70s.".

Now you expected him to burst out laughing, to run and tell everyone what a freak the new girl is. But surprisingly he didn't instead a small chuckle let his mouth.

" That's definitely a new one." He said. " I don't think we have any mediums at this school, psychics, telekinetics but seeing ghosts? That's a bit different.".

Crossing your arms, you were ready to fight back to anything he threw at you.

"So different in a bad way?" You asked.

"Different in a good way." He clarified. Sticking out his hand towards you, you could see the charcoal markings up and down his arms, most likely from his own art work.

"I'm Xavier." He said introducing yourself.

You were hesitant at first. Of course he seemed like a nice person, but you were always reminded later on that it wouldn't last for long.

" I'm { your name} " You answered, shaking his hand.

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For the last few weeks you spent most of your time studying, exploring Jericho with a few of the other student, hanging with Marley and eventually sometimes with Xavier.

You hated to admit it but your mother was right. So far Nevermore has been a positive experience, usually by this time your searching for new schools to enroll at but for once. It seemed like you would actually belong somewhere.

Meeting others like Enid, Ajax and even Wednesday really helped you feel comfortable at this school. Well at least Enid and Ajax did, Wednesday just liked the fact you weren't doused in glitter and rainbows like Enid was. But besides that, you have never felt more at home and even sometimes would talk to Marley while in front of the others.

As you were sitting in Enid and Wednesday's dorm, you laughed as you watched them figure out how to deal with the glass stained window.

" Black is dreadful." Enid argued. "Why don't we try to something like blue or even purple, goth people were purple sometimes too you know.".

" The sight of these colors give me rashes." Wednesday answered back. "And not the good kind.".

You laughed while watching them bicker back and forth.

"You two couldn't be anymore different." You mentioned.

You heard a poof right next to you and instantly saw Marley.

" These two remind me of my friend, Amanda and I . " Marley said. " Clearly I was the one with fashion sense and she dressed like shopped in the dark.".

"Mars, you definitely have fashion sense." You said agreeing with her.

Enid and Wednesday instantly stopped bickering once they heard Marely's name.

Enid smiled big and yelled out, "Hello, Marley how are you today!"

Looking at you with wide eyes, Marley said, " She knows I'm dead, not deaf right? But otherwise i'm all good hun "

You laughed at her joke and turned yourself towards Enid, " She say's she's all good and you know she's dead not deaf.".

Enid rolled her eyes at your joke, " Oh I know, but it's so hard trying to figure out how to talk with someone I can't see or hear. "

"I'm still figuring out how to talk to you." Wednesday stated.

You and Marley laughed as you faced one another.

" So missy, I see that you've been making some friends." She said. "But not just with these two, whats going on between you and the loner artist Xavier?".

You sighed in annoyance, " Nothing is going on between Xavier and I were are strictly friends that is it."

"Oh honey, please I could practically feel your heart beat when you first laid eyes on him. Then I realized how much I missed my heart actually beating.". Marley joked.

"Besides the point though. I've never seen you talk with someone , alive, for so long. I think it'll be nice and a good change in your life to have someone who actually gets you."

You huffed, leaning back against Enid's headboard. Even though you didn't want to admit it, part of you did feel something special with Xavier. The hours you guys would spend sitting talking about what it was like having to move schools, making new friends, the judgement you faced with normies. It was nice to know someone who...actually knew how it felt.

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It's been about a month since you've joined Nevermore, and the Rave'n dance was approaching. Everyone was excited, figuring out dresses and makeup, and all you could do was debate on if you were even going or not. Of course, Enid begged for you to join them but you didn't know if you were ready for that yet. Joining bigger crowds means seeing more than just one ghost, and you weren't ready to show off your ability in front of the entire school just yet.

" Are you sure you don't want to come?" Enid asked you for the one hundredth time. She was already dressed in her white outfit, and even Wednesday was dress, all black of course, but was ready to go.

"Yes, Im sure." You answered. "Big crowds mean lots of ghosts showing up, and I don't have time trying to help over a dozen souls cross over while i'm dancing. Go have fun, I'll be okay.".

The girls hugged you goodbye, well Enid did, Wednesday just gave you her usual deaf stare. And now you were all alone, patiently watching the time click by. You hated to admit it, but part of you wanted to go. To be free, and have fun with others your age but you weren't ready for the possibility of ghosts showing up and needing your help. Not when you were just feeling like you were starting to belong here.

It was a knock on the door that disturbed your trance. Walking up to the door, you were surprised to find out that someone at the school wasn't currently in the gym. But imagine how more surprised you were when it was Xavier's face you were greeted with.

"Xavier." You said surprisingly. " What are you doing here, I thought you went to the dance?"

He seemed out of breath, and you could see smudge of charcoal on both his hands.

" I need to show you something." He answered. " It's in my art shed, I just kept drawing and drawing and now I just need for you to see it, please?"

There it was again, that smile that caught your attention the first day of school. You grabbed a small flashlight of the desk, along with a small hoodie.

"Okay, let's go."

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Walking through the woods to Xavier's art shed was quicker than you thought. You could hear the music slightly coming from the gym, and smiled knowing how much fun you were friends were having.

" Just so you know I don't really do this often." Xavier stated. "Bringing people to my art shed I mean.".

You gave a small smile, not wanting to admit you felt kind of special knowing you were the only one he's done this with.

"Well don't I feel special." You answered back.

" You should, being here at Nevermore. They don't just let anyone in here."

A small frown formed at your lips and your eyebrows narrowed at the mention of your gift.

" There's nothing special about my gift." You argued. " All it's ever done is make other people treat me like crap, being called a freak and a lunatic and tossed around like I was trash.".

Xavier stopped in his tracks and looked at you. You couldn't tell if he was confused or disappointed in your answer.

" I think your gift is pretty amazing." He retorted. " It's not something you use to show off or gain something from it. You actually use it to help the ones that none of us can see or hear, and if you don't think thats amazing. Then it's your loss.".

Your loss? Did he just actually say that it was my loss that- wait. Did he just say he thinks my gift is amazing.

The two of your finally arrived at his shed. He seemed a little hesistant to open it at first.

"Just to let you know a lot of my drawings have meaning." He explained. "Sometimes I dream them up, sometimes they might come to life, so just remember I brought you in here because I trust you.".

"And why would you trust me?" You asked. "Because i'm an outcast?"

"No" He answered. "Because you deserve to have at least one person you can trust, whether their an outcast or a normie."

Once he finally opened the doors, you couldn't believe your eyes. The drawings in his shed were beyond words spectacular. So much care in how they were created and the dedication you could see in each one.

"You painted all of these?" You questioned.

A small chuckle left his lips as he heard your question.

"Yeah I did." He answered. "Like I said most of them are from dreams, maybe somewhat visions I have."

"Your an amazing artist, Xavier." You said complimenting him.

Since he was on your side, you couldn't see the small curve in his lips as he heard you compliment his work.

"This was the one I wanted to show you." He announced, gesturing towards the one with the drape over it.

" What is it a self portrait?" You joked.

He chuckled, "No, not exactly."

He stood in front of you holding the drape with one hand.

" Remember how I said sometimes I have visions?" He asked. "Sometimes there from the future, other times could be the past. And I had this one the first time I met you and we shook hands.".

You smiled slightly remembering the moment.

"I didn't want to say anything at first just to make sure I got all the details right. But I think this one's ready to be seen."

With that, he pulled the drape from over the painting and instantly you were left stunned.

On the painting it was a young woman, with short brown curly hair. She had freckles that decorated her face, with red lips that stood out against all of them. The white lace top, matched with a pair of bell bottoms and sandals completed the whole entire look.

You couldn't believe your eyes, You weren't only surprised, but shocked as well. Because as long as you have known the woman in the painting, no one has even been able to see her for the last 50 years...until now.

"Marley." You whispered.

"You drew Marely."

He nodded shyly at the confirmation.

"Yeah, when we shook hands I saw a vision of you two talking together. And I don't know I guess I just wanted you to know that, this is the beauty your gift brings. It helps us remember the ones we've lost. "

He moved from the side of the post and was now standing in front of you. As if he wanted you to know that he was speaking directly towards you.

"You don't have to be alone here." He stated. " You can be yourself here with the others...with me.".

It was quiet now. Nothing, no one in the room moved. All you could hear was the slight chirp of crickets outside the shed, and the distant music from the school gym playing.

You didn't know what to say. What could you say? You were at lost for words. Here you were with Xavier, the boy that helped you find your way to class on your first day. The boy who spent hours listening to you ramble about the ignorance you faced from normies, the boy who painted a beautiful portrait of your best friend. Just to show you how beautiful he thought your gift was, a gift you used to say you never even wanted.

So what could you do? Besides slowly lean in, and feel the slow warmth of the his hands laying on your waist. How you noticed that since his hair wasn't tied back, a few strands dropped in front of your face. Slowly dipping at he leaned his head down towards yours. And the slow beating rhythm of his chest as it was pressed up against yours.

This was it, this was what your mother and Weems meant. You didn't have to be alone anymore, you didn't have to keep pushing everyone away. And when you quietly whispered a small word towards him, he finally leaned in and closed the gap between you.

"okay."

#wednesday #wednesday netflix #xavier thorpe #xavier x reader #xavier thrope imagine #xavier thrope x you #wednesday series

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annahxredaxted · 1 year

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Think before you speak.

Genre: angst to fluff

Characters: David/angel

Tw: cursing/ argument

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It had been hours since I texted him, the message said it was delivered so was he deliberately ignoring me? Had I done something?

I was in a deep train of thought when my phone pinged, I pounced at it just to see his name pop up, I opened the message and he even seemed mad in the texts.

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Angel: hey davey, are you on your way? What’s going on?

^read.

*2 hours later*

David: I’m on my way calm down.

Angel: sorry, I was just making sure you were okay

David: yeah whatever.

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I wasn’t with him, and I couldn’t see his facial expressions, but I can basically feel the rage and anger behind those words, those tiny 1s and 0s on a screen, all have meaning behind them. I haven’t done anything wrong to him, So why was he acting like this?

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“I’m home.” I heard a gruff voice say from the foyer. He stared at me, as he set his bag down, slipping off his shoe by putting his foot on the back of the sole.

“Hey, what held you u-,” he cut them off not even letting them finish

“,why do you care?” He asked groaning, rubbing his temple.

“I care because I care about you davey.. what’s wrong?” I asked genuinely curious that he wasn’t all there today.

“Maybe I was busy, you ever think about that?” He said back quickly; rudely no less.

“Busy with what?” I asked, wondering what he could be so busy with to not respond to messages for two hours.

“My shit that I have to pull together! God! For once could you mind your own fucking business?!” He exclaimed loudly correcting me for not minding my business yet again. Good job angel. I mused to myself

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[10 years ago]

“Yeah that’s a good idea. Yeah.” My mom said on the phone

“Who ya talkin to mom?” I asked jumpily

“Shh. Mind your business angel.” She said rolling her eyes, taking another sip of her beer, putting it down and laughing like a hyena

“Yeah angel don’t you ever learn to mind your business?” Their brother jeered

“I was just asking a question.” I said

“Whatever.” Their dad said, lighting another cigar and laughing along with his wife.

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I shrunk. I made myself smaller; keeping my eyes on the floor, and I could not stop fidgeting with my clothing. David made fun of me a lot and I’m not one to let shit get to me, but that statement just gave me ptsd, from my childhood, this amount of degradation and snapping, and yelling that I didn’t deserve, that I’d done nothing to deserve..

‘angel stop your victimizing yourself. Your being nosy get over it’ My inner thoughts repeated like a mantra in my head.

———

‘They say the person you end up dating usually has some characteristics of your parents’

———

That’s when the realization hit him like a truck. David was taking his shitty day out on angel. The love of his life; the person he would kill and die for. And he was yelling at them?

“I’m sorry..” they said no louder then a whisper, a weak whisper that if you weren’t listening for it you would never be able to hear it..

‘Angel? My angel?’ The same angel that tells assholes to shut up? The same angel that burnt water? The same angel that grins when I say anything even remotely dirty? That angel?

I suddenly stopped yelling, I took a second to inhale, and to exhale and to understand the situation at hand okay so first I yelled, then they got upset. That’s it. That’s all that happened. Why are they upset? Why are they being so sensitive?

‘Yeah but David your being a dickhead’ -‘what no their being nosy’- ‘but their your mate’

I mused to myself; feeling horrible, feeling guilty and just plain awful..

“I-I’ll leave you alone now, I’m sorry..” they said yet again with no more then a whisper, no more then a small mutter that only I could hear.

“No wait angel,” I started, gently grabbing their arm pulling them back.

I was willing to push my ego down, and focus on why their really upset, why their acting this way, I don’t know much about their past but I know enough that I shouldn’t have said what I did..

—

They looked up at me with tear stained cheeks, water lines glossy with tears, with short breath, and off body language. That I was to blame for nevertheless.

“W-what?..” they asked trying not to sound muffled with the tears slowly making there way down their red puffy face.

“Why are you so upset? I said one thing and it looked like it struck a nerve.” I said a lot calmer then I was a couple seconds ago, trying to understand the other side of the story.

“Well..,” they sighed angrily “,you’ll think it’s stupid..” they quickly said aggressively wiping their tear with the sleeve of their sweater.

“No I won’t. I promise.” I swore.

“You also promised to be kind, but look where we are now.”

Looks like snotty angels back; but yet again they had a point

“Touché but nevertheless angel, I won’t make fun of you.” I swore once again, trying to pry out the answer as to why my mate was upset.

“My family used to say shit like that..” they muttered.

“What?” I said barely hearing them

“See you think it’s dumb.” They said, in a tone that proved a point.

“No. No I just couldn’t hear you.” I said attempting to redeem myself for my words.

“My family used to say shit like that..” they repeated to me, louder this time.

“Oh. Shit like what exactly?” I asked seeing as how I said a lot to them; ahh there’s that guilt again. I thought to myself

“ ‘Angel stop being nosy,’ or ‘when will you learn not everything’s your business’ or something along those lines..” they finished looking down.

“Oh. Oh.” Yes they’d mentioned their parents not being the nicest people in the world. And yeah they don’t talk anymore. I didn’t realize much about their PTSD though.

God knows they talk to me about everything else under the sun. But when it came to home life they weren’t exactly jumping to tell me their life story.

“Angel I’m so fuckin sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I said with guilt dropping my heart to my stomach

“It’s okay.” They quickly said back

“No. No it’s not. I had a shitty day and took it out on you. I didn’t even tell you where I was. What kind of an asshole does that? I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” I said

“Davey. It’s okay; I forgive you- y-you we’re just stressed.” They proclaimed.

“I know I know and I’m so sorry.” I said remorse dripping from my words.

“Thank you, davey. I appreciate it.” They said appreciatively

“Wanna go watch a movie, or something?” I asked placing my hand on their shoulder.

“Yeah. I’d like that.” They said smiling softly up at me; hints of tears still on their face as I think about all the pain I cause them.

“Okay then let’s go.”I said hoisting them up, where I’m carrying them, chest to chest, with their legs wrapped around my waist.

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“I’m not saying Star Trek is bad I’m just saying I personally think if they were to have a fight with the two strongest characters Star Wars would win..”

“Also cos Star Treks trash..but that’s aside from the point.” I said to my mate who started a debate on which space themed franchise was better.

“Ya ya whatever.” They said nodding their head on my chest.

“Hey.” I said softly in order to get their attention

“Hmm?” They said raising their head to make eye contact with me.

“Can I give you a kiss?” I asked them

“Yeah..” they said leaning up, giggling into the kiss

“I love you Angel, and I’m sorry for being the way that I was.” I apologetically said

“I love you to davey. And it’s still fine. Don’t feel bad it’s over with.” They said, leaning in for another kiss.

——

And they all lived happily ever after~

The End

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Taglist:

@darlin-collins @verrverii @itsdaifuku @youisagayhooman

#redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted angel #angst to fluff #Apologetic David #he’s super sorry #please forgive him

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r0llerblad3 · 6 months

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Into the Portal ( Albert Wesker x AFAB!Reader)

This may or may not have been sitting in my drafts for half a year…Anyways just a head up I got bad grammar and not so great at smut- SORRY!!!

This story is semi inspired by a AO3 story I love with a passion mixed with an AU I made!!

MINNORS DNI

Warning: Smut, age gap, degrasion, slight blood play(???), P In V sex, Unsafe sex(Dont do it kids!) sorry if I didn’t list any!

What a peaceful Saturday night...You were in your one bedroom apartment laying down in bed, feeling refreshed and clean after a long and well deserved bath. Finally asleep you wake up to a loud BANG! in the left corner in your room. Your eyes shot open to stare in awe at the glowing portal like opening on the ceiling of your room. You quickly get up to check what came out the portal only to be choked by a man.

" Where am I? " The man asked...He sounded...familiar to you, almost like you heard him before. His grip tightened which brought you out of your thoughts. " Answer me! Where am I? " He yells at you, only to loosen his grip on you so you could talk.

" Your in my apartment " You managed to choke out, you're hands claw at his, trying to escape his grasp. The man lets go and you finally get a better look at him. You stare in shock as the man standing in front of you was Wesker...THE Albert Wesker.

You didn't know how or why he was suddenly in your apartment, he was a video game character for god sakes! Just before you had taken a shower and gone to sleep you where playing Resident Evil 5.

He looked up at the portal he fell from only for it to disappear right in front of you two. He turns to you and speaks up.

" How do I get out of here? Can you open it back? " He says, his red eyes practically glowed behind his glasses. " I'm not sure how you get back..I didn't even open the portal. " You speak, voice slightly chocky from him choking you. He glares down at you, and you speak up again.

" I- I don't know if this will clear anything up but I know who you are...Your a character in a video game I play. " You point to you PlayStation 4 that your dad got you one christmas when you were in High school. He looked at you then at the gaming console. " Can you turn it on? " You quickly nodded and turned it on.

You loaded into the game where you last save..The fight between Wesker and Chris. He looked at the controler you had and asked for it. You gave it to him and stood off to the side besides the chair he sat at as he respond over and over again for dying to his digital self. Your eyes didn't stare at the screen..no, they were fixed on him. It wasn't a secret that you had a fictional crush on Wesker, in fact you had lots of murch of him. You couldn’t hold back the lustful thoughts about him, wishing he would pound you in your bed or at least choke you again. You didn't know that he noticed your eyes staring at him, he just continued playing the game.

He spoke up, startling you from you day dreaming. " Its rude to stare sweet heart.. " He said, his tone low yet charming. His eyes still focused on the screen. The nickname and his tone sent a vibration straight to your core. You spoke up quickly " Sorry! Its just not everyday someone like you pops out of a random portal. “ You look away from him, your cheeks heat up from embarrassment. You swear you can see him smirk for a second.

" Will you take over the game now dear heart? " He asked, handing you back the black controller. You went to take it out of his hands when he suddenly grabbed you. He moves your body straight onto his lap, letting you lay your back on his chest. Your body stiffened and your grip on the controller tightened. If you weren’t wet already you sure as hell was now. His hands creeped onto your hip and dragging down to your thighs, giving them a small squeeze. Your face was red, VARY red. He chuckled to himself as he felt your body stiffen, hands still rubbing your thighs ad hips. “Dear heart, you seem tense. Would you like me to…help you?- “

Your heart practically skips a beat and you let out a soft moan. Wesker smirked and squeezed your thighs again, hands creeping closer to your core. “ I’ll take that as a yes then..” He whispered into your ear as he dragged two of his fingers down your clothed cunt. He was quick to get rid of your shorts you had thrown on. “ No panties? You dirty slut..” His voice was almost a growl as he bit your exposed neck, drawling blood almost instantly.

“Mmmph- Albert! “ You gasped as he teased your slit, dripping with arousal. He sucked and kissed your neck, surly leaving marks that would be hard to explain later. He finally pushed a finger into you, earning a loud gasp following a moan. He worked in and out with that one finger, before adding a second one. Pornographic like moans filled the room with the sounds of wetness following after. He curled his fingers just right, hitting that spot to make your scream. Your gummy walls tightened around his long, thick fingers as you feel your high coming faster than normal. “A-Ah! Fuck I’m gonna- “ You scream out as your high crashes down on you.

Your cum coat his fingers as he fucks you threw your high, pulling them out after and licking them clean. He picks up your body and carries you to your bed, laying your body down and removing your shirt. You lay under him fully naked, completely at his command. You stare up at him with pleading eyes. He moves his head down and kisses you, the taste of your cum still lingered on his tongue as he explored your mouth. He was working on his own clothes now, pulling away from the kiss and earning a whine from you. His pants and underwear are tossed somewhere and so is his shirt.

His cock big, in width and length. You worried if it would even fit or not. “ Jesus- Will it even fit..? “ You looked at it then back up at him. He smirked and nodded. “It will darling, I’ll make it fit.” He took ahold of your legs, pushing them up and back, exposing your soaked pussy even more. With one hand he took ahold of his dick, pushing it in little by little. He stretched you out, making you gasp and forming tears in your eyes. He groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. He buried himself all the way, his tip kissing your g-spot.

He gave you a few seconds to get used to his dick. The way it filled you made you feral. You move your hips a bit, signaling you want him to move and he happily agrees. He started out soft and slow, but that didn’t last long. Here you are, getting pounded into your bed by him. You hoped your neighbors won’t file a noise complaint after this. Your moans and the sound of skin slapping fill the room. He moved his head down to you, biting and sucking your neck and collar bone. He draws more blood, smearing it on your body with his tong. He moves his head up to kiss you, the irony taste of your blood lingers floods your mouth.

BOOM gonna end it right there because my drafts have not saved TWICE and idk how to fix it.

I’ll probably come back to finish and edit but for now this is what I got. anyways! This is pretty fun to write, also it my Frist ever smut fic I’m proud of :D

UNEDITED

#resident evil #albert wesker smut #afab reader #wesker x you #resident evil wesker #wesker #wesker x reader #albert wesker

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admrlthundrbolt · 9 months

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Warm Heart Pastry (Harry x Chubby Reader)

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After having his morning ruined, Harry meets the person who makes his favorite pies.

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Hi guys, I'm here with something else. Not sure where I'm going from here, but if anyone has a suggestion, I'm happy to hear it. Anyways enjoy.

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He had long ago discovered how annoying the planet Earth was. Although the one thing the humans had gotten right was food. For every delicacy Harry tried, there was always another on the horizon.

As of this moment he was ordering his usual breakfast, Apple pie and extra runny oatmeal.

“You can’t order that.” The waitress said boredly.

“Yes I can.” He then pointed at the menu. “ See. “

“How about this. We don’t have pie. So just get something else.”

Harry's eyes narrowed. “Dan! The rude waitress girl is lying to me!”

Dan knew this was coming. Not being prepared for Harry's oddities always brought on a argument. Making his way over, he tried to calm the situation. “She's right Harry. The pies haven't been delivered yet.”

With his morning already ruined, he thought everyone else should experience his annoyance. “Delivered, you have been lying too. What garbage have you been feeding me?”

Dan rubbed a hand down his haggard face, as the waitress left him to deal with Harry. “It’s not like that. We get them delivered from a local, who bakes out of her house. In fact it’s odd that she hasn't showed up.”

As he finished his explanation, Asta came through the door.

Harry was in front of her in a moment. “Asta, the pies are late!”

She took a step back, from his volume. “What?”

“ (Y/N) hasn't made her delivery yet. “ Dan said in answer. He knew the quicker Asta got involved, the faster Harry would calm down.

“Huh, that's weird. I don't think she's ever been late.”

This worried Harry greatly. What if the pies stop getting delivered all together! “We must see the pie maker.”

Asta nodded. “Yeah, a house call couldn't hurt. We’ll check it out dad.”

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She found it suspicious that Harry wanted to rush over to a stranger’s home. Until she realized what had started the conversation. So she decided to call out the alien. “So missing pie deserves a house call?”

His eyes flitted anxiously between her and the road. “That is not the only reason. Being the town doctor, I need to care for all my patients.”

“ Harry, last week you threw out Ben for over sharing in therapy. “

“He was being a baby. “

Asta could feel the starting symptoms of a migraine.

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As they arrived at the small farm house, they noticed the jeep parked in front. “Her car is here.”

Only a few steps were made towards the house, when a loud bleating caught their attention. Asta rushed to the barn behind the house and Harry followed after.

What they came upon was a bizarre sight. A full figured women kneeling next to a goat laying in the ground, surrounded by a large group of goats. She seemed to be panicing.

She noticed them and frantically said. “Thank goodness, could you help me. I think she's having a breech birth.”

They both made it through the group of goats and knelt next to her.

“Harry can you handle this? “ Atsa was already slipping into nurse mode.

Thankfully it didn't take much for Harry to be his usual demanding self. “I need a pair of gloves. “

“Here.” The woman said, handing them over promptly.

He slipped them on swiftly. “I will now reposition the baby. Have towels ready to receive.”

She already had them in her own gloves hands. “Got it.”

It went on like that, then working perfectly in tandem. Asta stood to the side in awe. She had never seen someone work with Harry so well. Most people wanted to choke him within a few sentences.

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“I honestly can’t thank you enough Dr. Vanderspeigle.” You said with a dazzling smile.

At least it was dazzling to Harry. He had never met a human, let alone being, that he had ever melded so well with. You seemed to have what the humans call a spark. He decided that he would not let you slip away so easily. “Call me Harry. We should exchange cellular numbers to remain in contact. You may have more goat needs.”

This offer was odd to Asta. Harry had never put himself out for anyone.

Beaming at him, you agreed. “Maybe you could go over some of your techniques with me over dinner. Tomorrow? “

“Yes. Make sure there is pie.”

As she nodded and smiled brighter, Harry knew this was the start of something new.

#chubby reader #resident alien #fluff #harry being harry

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bwobgames · 1 year

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Previous First

There's a knocking at the door

Beebo goes to open it

"Wait"

"Who's there?"

There's more knocking. This time in the rythm of the Mario Bros theme

"Nevermind its just Simon"

"What"

"Shh"

"Rude. Get in"

Beebo takes a look to the hallway, but he doesn't see anyone else

"Ángel?"

"So?"

"I saw Dad in the house"

"What?! Where?!"

"Elaborate"

"I was in the bathroom and was about to go outside when I saw him."

"He went to the corridor that leads to the patio"

"So I came here to tell the detectives"

"I found the one with the scarf by the stairs, and he told me to bunker down with you two here and keep quiet"

"Where is he now, then? With everyone else downstairs?"

"Um, I don't think so? He said he was gonna, uh... 'take care of him' and went down the stairs"

"What!? That idiot!! Just because I promised I won't die doesn't mean he can!"

"You two stay here, I'll go find him"

"I'll go too"

"Absolutely not"

"It will be a 3 versus 1, we'll be fine!"

"You are not going"

Beebo and Nadia say at the same time

"What the hell."

"Neither are you, Nadia"

"I have the right to get my father detained. You're depriving me of the small joys in life"

"What are you even going to do with him? The storm won't let you take him to the police"

"As awful as this might sound, that's currently not my priority right now, I need to see if Ángel's alright"

"We are professionals. We can handle it.

You two are not. Stay"

He leaves

He runs down the stairs, crosses the bar, and the lounge, reaching the corridor with the bathrooms

He looks through the window. He can barely differentiate anything

"Is Ángel out there? Is Mr. Coli? I doubt they could even see each other in there"

"Is he your boyfriend, by the way? Because if so, I'm judging your taste in men"

"Ugh. Teenagers"

"I believe we had an agreement"

"I didn't sign anything,

and I don't really respect you as an authority figure"

"Note to self, never have a breakdown in front of children. They are perceptive little gremlins"

"... My romantic life is none of your business, I'm taking you to your mother"

"Because I said he sucked?"

"Because there's a maniac running around god knows where and-!

Ugh, where's your brother."

"I told him to stay in the room"

"So he listens to her and not me?"

"Why did you follow me, what would you do if your father tries to kill us?"

"It's a 2 versus 1, odds are in our favor"

"Wha- you would fight your own dad?"

"There is nothing I want to do more. That man has been nothing but a curse to us. He's an asshole to Nina, he toys with Simon's feelings, he completely left Mom for dead, and I don't even think he sees me as a person, even with everyone always going on and on on how I am so much like him. It's offensive honestly.

He's a complete child who's playing with things out of his comprehension.

I understand that you are a man of the law, and this is for your principles or whatever. But even if that man hadn't committed numerous crimes, I would still fight him.

The thought of being anything like him sickens me.

Mom says that all girls my age go through that feeling"

"... I am not equipped for that conversation. We are going to your mother"

"Hey, is that your guy?"

She points to the window

"That's him! Oh, thank god he's okay"

"How can I call him over? If I scream, it might make Mr. Coli aware of our location.

Ugh, I'm asking for his phone number after this

Wait, phone!

I'll use my phone flashlight as a signal! Like a lighthouse!"

He takes out his phone and looks for the flashlight

Something about that feels... familiar.

The lights turn off

That definitely feels familiar

He has a weird feeling in his chest

"...I think we need to check on Simon"

Nadia runs towards the stairs

Oliver flashes his lantern against the window to alert Ángel and runs as well

#i had a vague idea on how to do this scene but wasnt really sure how to actually do it so #you got polled #anyways here's the results of that :)#detective beebo #thats all for today! things go down tomorrow!

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romanarose · 1 year

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Steven Helping with Family Problems

Steven Grant X GN!reader

Summary: after a fight with your dad, Steven is there for you.

A/N: I probably won't even put this on my master list unless it pops off but I was feeling weird about my relationship with my dad and just needed to write out a thing.

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“Hullo love! Welcome home, how was work tod-” Steven stopped as soon as he realized you were on the phone. He could tell right away from your body language you were on the phone with your dad.

“No, dad, I get it, I just-.... Mhm… Yeah I get what your saying, the money is good but- dad, I like what I do- yeah. Yeah. No, yeah, no I get what you’re say-.... Mmmhm. Well, I would like to have a regular schedule too, Steven and I want kids so- Can you please let me finish my thought? Dad, please…. Dad, stop, don’t talk about him like that. No, listen- I’m not going on a date, dad. I’m engaged! I don’t have an attitude!”

Steven watched you pace the living room as he continued cooking dinner. You dadn’t even looked at him. Phone calls with your dad always stressed you out.

“I get what you’re saying, but I’m happy, I’m happy doing- yes, it is important! I was miserable in law-” You felt the tears you’d been fighting the whole phone call home. You glance over to see Steven, his warm smile immediately comforting you. You find a little bit of strength. “Dad, I’m not leaving my job, and I’m marrying Steven, and you can either be okay with it or be out of my life.”

You hung out.

Dread surged through you as you dropped your phone. “Oh fuck why did I do that.”

Steven was on you before you even registered him moving. “Darling? Are you okay?” All he saw was you dropping your phone.

“He’s gonna fucking kill me” You throw your arms around him to steady yourself against your fiance. “I hung up the the p-phone he was- he wasn’t listening to m-m-me and I couldn’t fucking take it, I tried to talk to him but- b-ut he wouldn’t listen.” You started crying in his arms, Steven holding up your shaky frame.

“Oh love, it’s alright, c’mere, let’s sit down” He guiding you on to the couch, letting you cry out your frustration.

You frozen when you heard your phone buzzing again.

As you dove for the phone, ready to apologize and take it all back and smooth it over. Steven grabbed the phone first, hanging up on your dad. For the next few minuets, the phone rang and buzzed with texts from your dad that Steven kept away from you, hanging up on him every time your dad tried to call.

You clung to Steven, gently crying waiting for it to end. Eventually, it stopped, Steven feeling your rapid heartbeat slowing down. He stroked your hair as he spoke. “You did so good darling, standing up for yourself, I’m so proud of you.”

You shook your head. “I was being rude. He’s right, I always have an attitude with him, I wasn’t hearing him out.”

Steven wanted to interrupt you the moment you said your dad was right. But he wasn’t your dad. You could finish your sentences, you could say how you felt with him. “He’s absolutely not right, darling, you are nothing but patient when you talk to him, even if he’s being awful. I’ve seen it time and time again. You’re one of the most pleasant, delightful people I know. You’re dad just doesn’t like people standing up to him.”

“What did he send in the text?” You mutter.

Steven glanced at them. They weren’t good. He wanted to delete them so you never saw them… but he wasn’t your dad. He wouldn’t do what your dad did in high school, he wouldn’t control the things you saw and who you had access to. You were an autonomous person capable of making your own choices.

“Let’s deal with it after dinner, yeah? I made some soup. We can eat that and then deal with your dad after a little break?”

Wiping your tears on your sleeve, taking some make up with it, you smile a little. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

When Steven brought over the soup to you on the couch, he handed you a hearty bowl. “Could you tell me what he was calling about?”

You gave a small eye roll, feeling more like yourself. “He thinks I’m making a mistake switching to teaching. Says it doesn’t make enough money, wants me to go back to paralegal work.”

Steven blinked back at that. “Oh god, darlings, no, don’t do that.” He shook his head vigorously. “You were bloody miserable doing that! Drank yourself to sleep every night. You were so exhausted you kept falling asleep in the bathtub.”

You took his hand reassuringly. “I won’t Steven. I let my dad pressure me into law because I thought it would make him proud of me, but even that wasn’t enough. I won’t let him pressure me into that again…” You look at him, lovingly. “I won’t let him pressure me away from you.” Careful with the soup, you give him a quick peck on the cheek.

Steven softly smiled at you. “I heard you say something about a date?”

You snicker at the thought. “Yeah, he tried to get me to go on a date with his friend a few years ago. Said he’s single again.”

Despite his irritation, he laughed. Not much could make him question your love for him. “He has some audacity when you’re engaged to Jake Lockley”

Nudging him, you continue teasing. “You telling me you wouldn’t fight for my honor?”

Steven scooched closer, wrapping an arm around you. “Oh, I most definitely would, but Jake? Jake would kill for you.”

You laugh, remembering how many times Jake offered (only half joking) to get rid of your dad. You and Steven spend the evening on the couch together, leaving your phone there when you went to bed, deciding to leave the drama with your dad for the morning. You had meant what you said. He could either become okay with they way you lived your life and the men you loved, or he could go.

Because Steven, Marc, and Jake? They were your forever.

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Chapter One (Part 4)

In the last days of August, the Debs finally catches up to me. I spent the whole year trying very hard not to think about it, because I knew deep down that in the end I’d be going on my own, despite my most private fantasies that maybe, by some miracle, I’d eventually find somebody to ask. But of course, I never do, and by the time the date rolls around I’m left floundering. No dress, no date, no plan of what I’m going to do at all for the day that some girls spend a whole year getting ready for.

The week before it, Claire gets frustrated with me and makes me take the dress she wore to Shane’s debs. “Take the shoes and bag too” She snaps. “And I’m going to do your hair and makeup.” She tosses everything at me in the midst of a tantrum, but she’s inadvertently being helpful. The only other alternative at this point would have been showing up in old ballet pumps and the dress I wore to my Grandad’s funeral.

After that she forces me to ask Shane’s friend from the football team to go with me, insisting that it’s tragic if I turn up on my own. His name is Dave FitzGerald, but everyone calls him Bootsy because he got his name engraved on these metal plates on the laces of his football boots like he’s Ronaldo or something. Bootsy’s got small, pointed little features not unlike a rat, and this awful, gasping laugh that fills me with hatred, a regular occurrence because he thinks everything is funny. In desperation I ask if I can just call him Dave, but everyone insists that no, he’s Bootsy. I’m taking Bootsy to the Debs.

The four of us and all of our parents gather at Claire’s house to take photos, and they cluck over us and insist that we all look beautiful. The boys show up in dinky grey suits with skinny ties, and Claire wears a pink gown with a wide tulle skirt and beading across the front, her blonde hair cascading down her back in loose curls. She looks like Serena van der Woodsen. My mam makes Bootsy put on and take off my corsage four times so that she can photograph him doing it from every possible angle, but each time he comes near me my nostrils and throat are assaulted by his Paco Rabanne One Million cologne. I have to try really hard not to cough and come across as rude, so I end up holding my breath. He must have bathed in it.

“You look well.” Shane says to me with some awkwardness as we pose for another group picture by the stairs, because he’s trying out this new thing where he’s nice to me. Ever since Claire caved and told him about what happened last summer he’s abandoned the nasty jokes, and instead always looks at me with this pained expression on his face like he’s worried I’m going to start crying at any moment, which is somehow worse than the teasing.

“Thank you.” I say to him, “Probably because this is your girlfriend’s outfit.”

“You wear it way better than me, chicken.” Claire lies, as she throws her arms around me and grins for her dad’s camera. “Can we get a girly one with just us? I want something to hang up in our college apartment.” I put on my best smile for the photo. And then we take another, and another, and we keep going until the flash has blinded me and I can see nothing but white splotches dancing in my eyes.

“Can you let the gentleman hold your hands there, please if you don’t mind.” It’s an hour later and the official Debs photographer is trying his best to make me pose with Bootsy, but every time he tries to touch me I flinch. I keep fixating on the fact that he’ll leave fingerprints behind on me, but the photographer won’t give up. “Just for one second, darling, let me have one photo of ye for the papers.”

“Come on.” Bootsy insists. “Just take my bloody hands for the picture, sure everyone else is waiting behind us.”

I reluctantly slip my hands into his, and they’re spongy and warm. I smile for the camera, feeling it’s going to come out looking closer to a pained grimace, but nobody cares anymore. They all just want me to move out of the way.

“That wasn’t that bad, was it?” Bootsy says to me, switching to a very kind voice, which is when I realise that he thinks I’m actually just very shy instead of someone who loathes him. When we sit down for the meal across from Claire and Shane, he thinks it’s gas that I refuse the soup course. “That’s my date there.” He announces to the table. “Sure she won’t even have the soup!” For some reason he believes this is comedy gold and starts doing his gasp-laugh. I grab handfuls of my dress and squeeze it in my lap, imagining it’s his neck.

The meal is dry, an anaemic fillet of chicken wrapped in brittle strips of bacon with big floury potatoes on the side, and I choke it down with two glasses of the free wine. I’m not someone who enjoys this kind of food when it’s supposedly done well either, so the experience is close to excruciating. I’m thankful for the free sambuca shot that follows dessert, even though the taste always reminds me of getting felt up by the man with pupils for eyes in the rave tent last year.

When I go into the bathroom I run into Kelly at the sinks. I utter a very quiet “hello.” because it feels rude not to, but she doesn’t care about social cues. She ignores me and makes a point of getting water droplets on my dress when she shakes her hands dry, so I use that as an excuse to hide in the stall until it dries.

I sit on the toilet and take out my phone, and because it’s now an automatic response, I open Facebook, and then I navigate to Jude’s page, which is easy because he lives at the top of my search history. He hasn’t posted anything new in months, but it doesn’t even matter because all the old stuff is still keeping my dopamine receptors firing, and I could live off these crumbs forever. I look at my favourite photos of him for the thousandth time, like the one where he’s holding this enormous grey cat that he clearly just picked up off the street and laughing, I like to imagine it’s at the sheer size of the cat, and his eyes are all wrinkled up, and his arms looks nice from that angle. Then I read through all the “Thanks man!”s he wrote under the happy birthday messages just in case I missed one last time and didn’t get to imagine the way that he would have said that in real life. And inevitably I end up on Astrid’s page, checking to see if she took any new photos, even ones where he’s in the background somewhere, and when I don’t find any I feel sad and a little bit pathetic. I’m perched in a toilet cubicle on the day of my Debs thinking over and over about the things we had, what we didn’t have, and how my life would be now if things had been different.

“Evie, are you in here?” Claire starts knocking on the door, and I know my time is up.

“Yes.” I bleat.

“Well you missed the group photo.”

“Oh no.”

She sighs. “Well you need to come out and dance at least. The DJ is here.”

“I have to dance?”

“Yeah, hurry up.”

I unlock the door and she looks at my phone in my hand with a raised eyebrow. “I’m going to delete your Facebook account.”

“I wasn’t on facebook.”

She doesn’t even bother to respond, and takes my arm to drag me out of the bathroom. “I get that you’re heartbroken, and I support you.” She says as she brings me through the lounge and towards the ballroom. “But you can’t keep on doing this to yourself. Eventually you’re going to have to say ‘okay, well, it’s been a year now, maybe it’s time for me to like…’”

“To move on?”

She sighs. “Yeah.” We stop outside the doors and she takes my face in her hands. “You’re gorgeous and you’re only going to be eighteen once. You can’t spend so much precious time wishing that your life was different.”

“It’s so hard.” I whimper. “I don’t want to be like this either, but no matter what I do I can’t stop thinking about it, and I can’t get over it. Nobody said it would take so long. I know it’s stupid. I feel so stupid. If he heard about what I’m like now, I’d be so embarrassed.”

“The first time is the hardest, but after this it’ll be fine. You’ll forget about him eventually and you won’t believe that you cried so much, because you’ll know what? He’s so not worth it. He’s just another stupid boy. Do you think he cried over you?”

“No, he didn’t.” I say miserably.

“Yeah. And what did he do? He went and hooked up with Astrid the Dane, and now he’s out there living his life and just being nineteen, which is what you should be doing. Show him that you don’t need him, and that you never think about him anymore. Next month when we’re in college it’s going to be different. I don’t want to see you like this after tonight, because it just breaks my heart. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“No more tears?”

“No more tears.”

She hooks her pinky finger around mine and stares me down. “You better mean that.”

I laugh. “Yeah, I do. This is the end.” I think that I mean it, I have to mean it. I steady myself and hold my shoulders back, acting like I’m somebody else, a new and improved Evie, and these will be the last days, the final gasping moments of my crush, and life restarts after tonight. “I’m not going to talk about him or even think about him again.” I announce, and it’s such a horrendous lie that I’m surprised I’m not struck down by a thunderbolt, but Claire nods satisfactorily and pushes me towards the doors with a boot up the bum.

“Now get in there, I want to dance to Ignition.”

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