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dizscreams · 11 months
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Omg I just had this thought what If -
The reader was studying for a test and ethan offers to help as a tutor giving extra credit but in order for that he wants sex idk I think it would be spicy and ahhh🤭
RAHH THIS IS SO GOOD 🤭
Extra Credit — Ethan Landry ★
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PAIRING: Ethan x gn!reader
A/N / WARNINGS: not proofread and this is suggestive but not smut !!
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“God fucking damn it!” You groaned and tossed your head back as you threw your pencil on your notebook. This test you were studying for was going to be impossible. Mindy laughed at the sight of you, “Having trouble are you?” You rolled your eyes at her, “Shut up Mindy. This is important and I can’t understand any of it,” you sighed and leaned back into the couch.
Ethan slightly smirked as he looked at you beside him. He decided he wanted to take advantage of this situation. You needed help, you needed him. Mindy, Chad, Anika, Tara- they couldn’t help you. They weren’t in the same class as you, but he was. He could help you and he had an idea. “If you need it, I don’t mind tutoring you,” Ethan said flashing you an innocent smile. Though his intentions were far from innocent.
“Really, E? You’d do that for me?” You looked up at him hopefully and he had to stop the wicked grin that threatened to make its way onto his lips. You had no idea what he wanted to do to you, you had no idea how badly he wanted you. How badly he needed you. “Sure I would. It’s no big deal,” he shrugged trying to pretend his want for you didn’t grow larger when you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him. “Thank you thank you! God you’re a life saver,” you laughed.
You pulled away from the hug and Ethan licked his lips as he stared into your eyes. Your arms were still around his neck loosely and the distance between you both was small. But there were people around, so Ethan couldn’t do anything. Then again everyone in the room was oblivious and too wrapped up in their own conversations so he could probably get away with doing a small gesture. He leaned in and whispered in your ear, “I’ll help you if you do something for me in return.” Your expression changed to a confused one, “What do you mean?”
He chuckled, “I mean if you help me out,” he grabbed your hand and put it on top of the very visible problem he had through his pants. “I’ll help you,” he said with a small kiss to your neck. His breath tickled your neck and that mixed with the feeling of him smirking against your skin made you weak. You looked around to see Mindy and Anika busy watching some scary movie Mindy put on and Tara and Chad were too busy flirting. You were extremely glad there was a blanket covering both you and Ethan as he put pressure on your hand so you were now palming him.
He struggled to keep in his whine as he looked at you with pleading eyes. “So will you?” He asked quietly. You looked at his eyes then his lips and then his eyes again, “Yeah, I want you so bad, Eth.” He grinned and looked around at everyone before getting up, “Meet me at my dorm in 10.” You smiled up at him and eagerly nodded.
Even if you didn’t pass it’d definitely be worth it
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SHORT AND FLIRTY CAUSE I CANT WRITE SMUT LMAO HOPE YOU LIKED ITTT
tags I forgot againnn: @beary-rambles @wekiamo @dizzyscreams
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nvvacanesworld · 1 month
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gojo x reader 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪
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Satoru x Reader !
Part 2 link here
tw-angst, hurt/no comfort, breakup, arguing, crying , swearing, GOJO IS MEAN :((( use of baby (as pet name) no curses,sorry if i missed anything let me know.
GOJO MASTER LIST!
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Hot, Sweaty, and just uncomfortable. That’s how you would describe your situation right now being Sugurus house warming party.
The only reason you knew him and even were in this unfortunate position was because he was bestfriends with your boyfriend.
The famous Gojo Satoru. Women loved him, Men wanted to be him, and You? Couldn’t even fucking find him. Sitting in the kitchen on a barstool taking baby sips of your drink is where you found yourself after he left you when you guys walked in when Geto spotted him and called him over. Leaving you to fend for yourself
Things with you guys have been rocky for a while now. You didn’t know why ether. It was just like he stopped being your sweet boyfriend who courted you and just became some jackass you couldn’t even recognize.
Caught up in your own mind you didn’t notice the guy next to you trying to get your attention. Turning your head you your eyes catch one’s that look tired looking at you.
“I’m sorry did you say something?” you said to him. Letting your eyes wander you really take in his features. A big muscular frame with tussled black hair, green eyes that could make any man cower in fear, and a smirk on his face adorned by a scar on his lips
“Yea, s’just never seen you before do you know the host?”
Hesitant with your answer you finally replied “Sorta, his bestfriend is my boyfriend so i tagged along” pausing “i don’t know where he went though” casting your state downwards in shame. It really was pathetic, being here alone while he was out probably having so much fun.
They say speak of the devil and he shall appear. Just in that moment gojo waltzed into the kitchen like he owned it along with geto and some other douchebags you didn’t care to know. Walking right passed you too. You felt so small and invisible.
Turning around he finally noticed you sitting there.
“Oh shit hey baby where have you been? I haven’t seen you since we walked in i would’ve thought you went home” He said causing him and his friends to chuckle
Meeting his eyes “I’ve been here the whole time i couldn’t find you and this place is so big so…” you said sheepishly. “and you weren’t answering your text ether satoru” god you felt so pathetic having to say that to your own boyfriend. Like you were some hoe begging for his attention. I mean who has to remind there own boyfriend to check their fucking phone. You started to get upset.
“Damn” He said starching his next “My fault” .The chatter and laughter that once filled the room died down now leaving an awkward silence.
Getting tired of being here you got up from your seat. “Can we go home i don’t feel well” you said tugging at his sleeves.
You didn’t miss how he face fell to a look of disappointment and you would’ve felt bad if you weren’t in this situation but you didn’t care. You had been here for three hours and you just wanted to go to sleep.
Flashing a look at Geto it seemed he gave in. “I’ll catch you guys later”
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the door slammed as you walked into you and gojo’s shared home, Or should you called it a house ? because home is where the heart is and there was no love in this shared space.
There used to be back when you moved in a year ago. You thought to yourself while walking to through the halls that led to the kitchen.
There you saw gojo sitting at the counter looking through some mail from this morning.
Your back turned to him going to the fridge you didn’t say anything to eachother. You didn’t want to speak to him right now. Not after he basically just forgot about you. It’s like he didn’t even want you there. It’s like he didn’t want you anywhere anymore. the tension in the air was thick until-
“Why were you acting like that back there?” not even looking up from the mail as he did it.
“What?” You were confused. If anything you should be asking him that question. Turning around to look at him you started at him going through the mail
“In the kitchen y/n, don’t play dumb. You were such a buzzkill” Finally relieving his issue with you.
For a while you just stared at him. You couldn’t believe he had a problem with you of all people. And for what?
“It’s like you were calling me out trying to paint me as a bad boyfriend”
“Because i said you weren’t answering your text?”
“You didn’t have to mention that. It’s like the whole room went silent after you did. You made everyone uncomfortable”
You couldn’t believe your ears. What the fuck was his problem
“maybe i wouldn’t have had to mention that if you answered your text Satoru, or i’ll do you one better, looked for me after you ditched me at the fucking door” your voice started to get louder. Just who did he think he was?
Groaning at what you said Satoru ran a hand down his face. Finally meeting your eyes.
“God y/n please don’t start. i cant enjoy myself now without you? huh? is that it? I don’t have to be glued to your hip 25/8”
 “Do you even realize what you did ? You left me alone Satoru! Alone, I don’t know everyone like you do.” Pausing tearing up you felt your voice start to crack “And it’s like you have been doing emotionally for ages, When’s the last time you did the thing you used to do? Like talking to me about my interests or even talking to me at all? It’s like you get home from work don’t even eat with me and go to sleep and do it all over again…do you even care about this fucking relationship?”
“Oh please don’t make this about you, i work and provide for us y/n, i can’t have time for you like i used to this new job doesn’t allow that” Dropping his mail and standing up “I wanted today to just be a day where i could finally get that stress from my job off my shoulders but here you are ‘bitchin, we’re you always so needy?”
Needy? Bitching? That’s how he sees me? You could basically feel your heart breaking at his harsh words.
“I’m not needy Satoru…i just need you to see me it’s like you don’t even care about us anymore” Tears were spilling down your flushed cheeks as you confessed what you’ve been feeling for what seems like eternity.
“You’re crying? y/n you’re being dramatic i’ve been busy with work of course i care about us how could you even say that?”
“I can say that because that’s how it feels being with you now, it’s like you don’t even care it’s like you’re a whole different person” Getting angrier you felt the need to vent out your frustrations. It was now or never. “The old Satoru would’ve never let us not talk, the old Satoru would’ve never called me needy or called me talking out my feelings “bitchin”, the old Satoru wouldn’t have left me in a kitchen alone for three hours while he did god knows what while ignoring his girlfriend” You yelled at him practically out of breathe by the time you were done.
But by the looks of it as you went in Satoru was getting sick of it. Slamming his hand on the island he spoke “God women what is your problem?” He seethed “ The old Satoru isn’t here anymore how about that”
Taken aback by his outburst you went to speak up but he beat you to it
“You know if i knew you were ‘gonna be this annoying i would’ve took Utahime up on her offer” He chuckled to no one in particular
You felt your blood run cold and your heart drop. What is he talking about ?
“What offer Satoru?” you croaked out
“You wouldn’t want to know”
You were done. You couldn’t live like this anymore you didn’t deserve to live like this anymore. When have you felt so weak?
“Then maybe you’re better off with her” You spat. Grabbing your coat you headed for the door.
He didn’t try to stop you. You don’t know why but that hurt more than anything that was or could’ve been said. Maybe because it told that it was really over.
But it also made you happy
Because it opened your eyes that there was no reason to stay.
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AN: OKAYYYY SO that was my first time writing something i’m so sorry if it was bad. I feel like i was missing something maybe i should’ve been more descriptive.?? uhh idk let me know what you think REBLOGS AND FOLLOWS AND LIKE AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED AND FEEL FREE TO LEAVE REQUESTS PLEASE !!!!! I NEED IDEAS ON WHAT TO WRITE NEXT :)
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ilygetou · 2 years
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THE SCHOOL$ N3RD. FT. ARMIN ARLERT.
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pairing 𓏲 𓏲 nerd! armin x fem! bully reader
content + warning 𓏲 𓏲 reader is mean, kinda of sub! armin, teasing, edging, reader flashing her ass, armin obsessed with reader’s boobs, you sit on armin’s face, creampie, overstimulation, armin doesn't have any self control, unprotected sex, hand job during class, reader is mentioned to have big boobs, mommy kink, armin wears glasses, kinda clothed sex, reader rides armin/cowgirl style.
note 𓏲 𓏲 I FINALLY FINISHED IT GUYSSS OMH. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 400 FOLLOWERSヾ(*’O’*)/
tag; @vampfuyu make sure to check her version of this but with dominant armin :D
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Armin was walking to his next class, books in his hands, his hair being messy, eye bags under his eyes, and his glasses is on the tip of his nose. poor armin has been studying none stop last night, he basically pulled an all-nighter! you can’t blame him though, finals are close and he needs to pass all of his exams since it's his last year of high school.
As armin was walking through the hallways, he then passed by you, and as soon as you saw him you went and stood in front of him, "y/n..." armin muttered your name, "did you finish it?" you asked, armin took out your notebook from his bag.
"yeah, I also wrote today's math notes since you weren't there," a small smile formed on the corner of your lips, "perfect! I also need you to write me the physics notes, and, don't forget the assignment that is due in a few hours" armin just nodded his head though he didn't catch what your last words were, he decided to move on since they were probably not important.
A few hours later, you found armin beside the bathroom stalls, "armin! perfect timing! did you finish the assignment?" armin looked at you confused, "what assignment?" your smile quickly dropped, "my English assignment? the one i told you about two days ago?"
  armin started sweating, ah, that assignment, how could he forget? you have also reminded him earlier today, "i...i didn't finish it.." armin starts fiddling with his fingers, he was scared and nervous.
"why not!? i reminded you to finish it earlier! how could you forget?? are you trying to get me to fail this year??" armin looked at you surprised, "no of course not!"
you let out a scoff, "then what? how could you forget armin!" you began moving closer to the blonde-haired boy, "i-its... it's because..!" armin couldn't let a word out you were distracting him, you were moving closer & closer to armin which made him nervous, especially since your boobs were out & your cleavage was showing.
you noticed armin getting hard from your boobs, "what a fucking pervert" you angrily held armin's wrists and dragged him into a bathroom stall, you made sure to lock it too, "y/n...??" you ignored armin and cupped his crotch, armin lets out a yelp, as you kept rubbing it till you felt it fully get hard.
"hmm...armin, do you want me to help?" armin covered his face and looked away, as you started unbuckling his pants, this was normal for armin it would happen every time he forgot to do something you requested, it's not a bad thing, he did enjoy it after all.
armins dick sprung out of his boxers, it was very pretty, & it was average sized, which was perfect for you.
you peppered the tip with kitten kisses which made armin let out a whimper, you then fully took him into your mouth, not trying to waste any time.
armin‘s eyes fluttered, trying to keep them open to watch as you sucked him, his glasses falling to the tip of his nose as he let out quiet moans.
"y/nnn...p-plea–fuckk-!" you constantly kept sucking on armins tip since it's his most sensitive spot, & it made armin let out loud moans & whimpers.
"nghh–! m-mommy!" armin’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as his cock twitched in your mouth.
you suddenly stopped your movements, which made armin let out a low groan, "why'd you s-stop?" armin questioned & you didn't reply.
"'min...you really think I'd let you cum? after you forgot to write my assignment? 'min y'know that I'll fail if i didn't finish the assignment" you get up & pat your skirt, armin looks at you with half-lidded eyes, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.
you left the bathroom stall, leaving armin all alone, dick still hard, you just ruined his close orgasm. armin let out a quiet whimper but then he tucked his dick back into his pants, he could use his hands to finish off but he was already running late to class.
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armin was in class, taking notes while also paying attention to what the teacher was explaining, you were seated next to him, you were so bored! there was nothing to do and the teachers explaining was so boring! you took a glance at armin and saw him so focused, an idea popped up in your head, you pushed your pencil (which was on the edge of the table) till it fell on the floor, you acted like you wanted to pick it up.
but then sneakily you went under the table and in between armin’s legs, armin still didn’t notice you, until you touched his thighs, armin gasped, all of his attention is now on you, he’s staring at you with a red face, “y-y/n?? what’re you doing?” he asks, obviously nervous and embarrassed.
you ignore his question and tug down his pants, his hard dick sprung out, you licked your lips at the sight of his pre-cum dripping from the tip of his dick.
your small hands wrapped around his length, stroking his dick & rubbing his tip with your thumb, armin quickly covered his mouth with his hands, trying hard not to let a moan slip out.
"h-hey y/n you should stop, someone might see you..." armin whispered to which you replied by squeezing his dick, which made armin let out a quiet yelp.
you stroked his dick slowly while armin was just shaking in his place, he can't continue holding his moans any longer, his dick twitched in your hands meaning armin was about to cum.
you panicked a little but then took armin's length into your mouth, & that was it for armin, the feeling of your warm mouth made him cum, ropes of thick salty cum filled your mouth.
once you made sure to swallow every drop of armins cum you tucked his cock back into his pants, armin stared at you, tired, you stared back at him & smiled at him before returning back to your seat as if nothing had happened.
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later today your teacher assigned you & armin to do a group project together, which you were happy to accept, knowing you were going to make armin do all the work.
you & armin were bound to meet at your apartment, you suggested it because it's bigger & because your parents are out of town, meaning you two will be alone.
once armin arrived you greeted him with a grin, "make sure to take off your shoes" you said to which armin nodded to.
hours & hours have passed & armin was still working on the project, alone of course.
you were starting to get bored, you let out a long sigh until an idea popped into your mind.
"armin..." armin stopped what he was doing & gave you his full attention, "armin come with me i want to show you something" you continued before getting up from your place, armin tilted his head in confusion but decided to follow you anyways.
you headed to your closet, it was so big & had a lot of space despite it being full of your clothes, it can probably count as a bedroom.
"armin! 'm gonna try on new outfits that i bought & you're going to tell me what you think about each one!" armin blushed & looked away, "but what about the project...?" you shook your head, "it's going to be okay! we've been working on it for a looong timee."
yeah right, "we."
you later came back with a tight pink t-shirt with a short that wasn't even your size, "what do you think?" you said as a huge grin covered your face.
armin stood there speechless, what is he supposed to say? you look so fucking hot, that's for sure, but he doesn't know how to put it in words.
you also stood there patiently waiting for armin‘s answer, you stood there for a while as armin kept stuttering & avoiding eye contact.
"do you not like it?" a fake pout covered your face as you stared at armin with doe-eyes.
you were doing this on purpose. armin is sure of it.
you let out a sigh, "onto the next outfit," you walked away from armin to get changed, armin let out a sigh of relief, if this keeps going on for any longer armin doesn't know if he'll be able to hold back.
you came out again, but this time with a white crop top & a really short black skirt, "what do you think about this one armin?" you said as you twirled around which flashed your white panties to armin.
armin gulped as he felt his cock throb in his pants, he has to do something about it.
you started getting closer to the blonde boy making armin nervous as he started to sweat. fuck this, fuck you, armin doesn't care anymore, he can‘t control himself any longer.
armin suddenly groped your breasts which made you let out a gasp, "armin! what're you doing...?" armin ignored you & continued toying with your tits.
you suddenly pushed armin off making him fall on the floor, "y/n...‘m sorry...i-i just don‘t know what came over me...I j-just–" armin kept stuttering which annoyed you, "shut up! 'min if you were getting turned on you could've just told me," you stood in front of armin & if he looked just slightly upwards he'd be met with your clothed cunt.
& that‘s exactly what happened, once he saw how your panties hugged your pussy lips so well, so good, he couldn't help but mutter 6 words.
"y/n...p-please sit on my face..." you just stood there, dumbfounded, did what you hear was right? yeah, you definitely heard armin say he wants you to sit on his face.
you smirked & slide your panties off, "armin are you sure?" you asked armin as you swung your panties & spread your legs to give armin a good view of your exposed pussy.
"yesyes! p-please sit on my face!" armin didn‘t have to say it again, you immediately seated yourself on his face, your folds brushing on armin‘s nose, making you let out muffled moans.
you suddenly felt armins tongue lapping at your cunt, forcing his nose against your clit, you were letting out small cries of armin‘s name as he worked his tongue.
armin was hiccuping against your soft skin, while your hands were running against his blonde locks, tightening your grip on his hair every time you feel his nose brush against your clit, "'min...hnn–!! f-fuck...!" whines & moans of armin‘s name making the blonde boy cock twitch in his pants, his pants getting too tight, making it uncomfortable to move.
"arminnn ‘m cumming...ngh..!!" you came all over armin‘s face, covering his face with white sticky cum.
once you moved away from armin‘s face, you saw as tears pricked on the corner of his eyes, cum covering both his nose & lips, as armin was breathing heavily.
you noticed armin‘s very visible bulge, you cupped his crotch & tucked down his pants, his rock-hard dick hitting you on the face, armin‘s tip was flushed with an angry red color & pre-cum coming out of his slit, veins running alongside his cock.
you felt your pussy clench at the sight, "‘min ‘want to ride you...please..?" you stared at armin with doe-eyes, & he couldn't help but say "yes" you were just so hard to resist.
you positioned yourself on top of armin, sliding his cock slowly before you fully pushed it in.
shaky cries of your name filled the room as you moved your hips, armin thrusting his hips into you, "a-ahh y/n...! your pussy...s-soo good..!" armin couldn't even say one word without stuttering.
your gummy walls clenching on armin‘s cock making it hard for him to move, but instead, just let out shaky moans.
you moved your hips so good, so well & so fast, bouncing on armins cock with your head thrown back & muffled moans being heard from you.
armin‘s hands suddenly reaches your breasts & started squeezing them, twisting your nipples which made you let out a yelp.
you‘ve always known that armin was so obsessed with your tits, he loves them so much, they‘re his favorite thing to play with, but you always bully him for being so desperate to suck on them or to just touch them.
"momm–ahh..! f-fuuuck–!" a moan interrupted armin once you suddenly pinched his nipples making armins eyes roll to the back of his head.
"‘m close! ‘m cumming! y/nnn..! ’m cumming..!"armin‘s dick twitched inside you & started filling you up with his hot sticky cum.
that‘s also all it took for your walls to spasm around his girth as you began to milk his cock, moaning at the feeling of hot spurts of cum filling you up to the brim.
once you & armin settled from your high orgasm, you got up & as soon as you did, you & armin‘s semen started dripping out of your hole.
you let out a sigh, "a-armin we should clean," you felt so hot & sticky which was uncomfortable, armin stared at you with half-lidded eyes, he was too tired to move.
armin once again looked at you, tears in the corner of your eyes, hair messy, your breasts drenched with sweat, & lastly, his cum still dripping out of your hole.
you let out another sigh & bent down to armin’s level, "listen, just because we fucked doesn‘t mean you’d get to do as you please, got it?" armin gulped & because he was too tired to even speak he just nodded his head.
"now hurry up & follow me to the bath" & armin did as he was told, he followed you to the bath despite him being too tired to move.
to be completely honest...you actually quite enjoyed armin’s company, you loved having him around.
maybe...you do have feelings for the blonde boy after all...?
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therealcocoshady · 18 days
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Hi coco I wanna try putting in a request
Marshall x fem reader
Marshall and reader have a child there 4 or 5 (boy or girl idc ) and marshal and reader are indulging in late night activities (18+) and there child wakes up screaming bc they heard y/n screaming . So they come running knocking on the door to see if she’s ok .
You don’t have to do this kinda a bad idea
Hey ! Thanks for your request ! I love your idea ❤️. I had a lot of fun writing it, I hope you enjoy reading !
The Monster
Eminem x Reader Fanfiction
Summary : Lily gets scared when she hears Reader screaming during sex. Her and Em need to come up with some explanation.
Tags : Smut - Fluff - Comfort
Warning : SMUT (P in V, use of toys, anal, oral, biting, squirting…).
Author’s Note : I decided to use the same characters as in the one shot « One more baby ? » because why not ?
Your daughter was finally in bed, which only meant one thing : it was on. Baby-making time. Ever since you had decided to try for another child, your evenings with Marshall were filled with… spirited activities. Your sex life had always been active, but trying for a baby had you ten times hornier than you usually were. Same for your husband. For the past two months, as soon as Lily’s bedroom lights were out, you couldn’t jump on each other fast enough.
Trying for a baby not only made you hornier, it also made you more daring, more creative, much to Marshall’s delight. He was definitely enjoying the many new lingerie sets you had bought, as well as the toys and accessories. Since you had Lily on your own, with IVF, you decided to have as much fun as you could as you tried to give her a sibling. New positions, games, accessories, toys… as long as he was cumming inside of you, everything was fair game.
You were ovulating and had been a horny mess since this morning. It didn’t help that your dutiful husband had decided to work from home, staying in his grey sweatpants that you found him so sexy in. Days like this, he would usually stay in his home office but, for some reason, he had decided to work in the dining room. You weren’t going to complain : at least you got to admire him.
It was the holidays so were taking care of Lily but you couldn’t help but throw longing glances at each other. Every time he got a chance, he would tease you, brushing against you, gently squeezing your butt… and you got right back at him, leaning and bending forward every time you were in front of him so that he could have a good view of either your ass or your boobs. You felt your phone buzzing in your back pocket.
From Husband ❤️ : Keep on teasing me like this and you’re not walking for the next week.
You flashed him a smile and « accidentally » dropped the pencils you were holding.
- Mommy, did you drop something again ? Lily asked in an annoyed voice.
- I did, baby, you replied as you tried to hide a smile. I guess I’m really clumsy today…
- Daddy always says that we should be careful with our things, your daughter reminded you.
- And Daddy is always right, Marshall added with a smirk. I swear, Lily is the only good girl around here…
You giggled and bent to pick up the pencils as your husband stared at you - or rather at your cleavage that also showed a hint of the lingerie set that was waiting for him. You saw him licking his lips. Obviously, black lace was always a good choice. You forgot where you were and eye-fucked each other for a second before being taken out of your trance by Lily.
- Daddy, will you come and draw with us ? She asked.
- I have work to do, sweetie, he said with a small pout. I’d love to draw with you but Paul is going to be very unhappy if I don’t review these contracts for tomorrow.
- Uncle Paul always gives you work, she complained as she rolled her eyes.
- True, he chuckled. Next time you see him, you tell him he needs to leave Daddy alone, alright ?
- Yes, she said. You’re my Daddy and I miss drawing with you.
You could see Marshall’s heart melt at these words. He threw a guilty glance at the contracts on the dining room table and you could tell he was tempted to drop everything.
- I really have to work, baby, he said. But if you let me work in peace, I can go quicker and then we can do something together, ok ?
- Ok, she said. Can we make pizza just the two of us tonight ?
- Of course, he said with a smile. We can cook for Mommy. I think she’s a little too clumsy to be in the kitchen today anyway.
You giggled and took your daughter to the living room to draw for a little bit. As the evening came, Marshall kept his promise and cooked with Lily. Pizza was her favorite thing to make with her Dad. The two of them always made a mess in the kitchen, but it made them so happy that it was worth it. When it was time for bed, she insisted that Marshall be the one to tuck her in and read her a bedtime story. She was clearly in her « Dad phase » and he was her favorite parent. You’d read it was normal so you didn’t worry much. Plus, it was fair : he was working a lot lately, so she probably missed him.
You decided to make the most of it and wait for your husband in the bedroom, only wearing your lingerie and high heels. With a 5 year-old, you didn’t wear your heels too much, but you knew how much Marshall loved the sight of your legs when you wore these red bottoms. You were searching for something in a drawer when you heard him enter the bedroom and lock the door. The familiar sound was always arousing to you. It was time to play.
- I have a bone to pick with you, Mrs Mathers, he said playfully in your ear as he stood behind you.
- Do you ? You giggled.
- You drove me crazy all day, he whispered. Time for consequences.
You were about to turn and face him when you felt his hands on the back of your neck, forcing you to bend over the dresser. He got closer to you until you could feel how hard he was. You couldn’t help but moan. After all, you had spent the whole day waiting for this moment. Little did he know that you were soaking wet.
- I could take you right here, he whispered in your ear.
- Please, you moaned.
- Not yet, he chuckled. Let me enjoy the view.
He ran his hands on your sides, your back, your legs, spilling kisses all over your body as you stayed in this position, all his to enjoy. He kneeled behind you and kissed your ass cheek before making your lace panties slide off your legs. He kissed your thigh, going higher and higher until you felt him kissing your pussy, from behind. You let out a soft moan as he ran his tongue up and down your slit. He slid a finger inside you, feeling how wet you were.
- For me ? He asked playfully.
- I was actually waiting for someone else, you couldn’t help but say.
He stopped and you felt a slap on your butt. Of course you had to run your mouth. It was going to be the death of you. You silently cursed yourself for making him stop what he was doing. You wanted his mouth and fingers back to your pussy, in their rightful place. He got up and whispered in your ear.
- Am I not enough ? He asked teasingly. Do you want more ?
- Marshall, you moaned. Please.
- No, he chuckled. I’ll give you more.
He opened the drawer next to you, where you kept your toys, and got your butt plug. He put it in your mouth, telling you to suck on it. When it was wet enough, he inserted it in you, before resuming his initial position and sliding two fingers inside of your pussy. His tongue worked his magic on your clit and you tried hard not to make too much noise. The sensation of the plug, his fingers and his tongue at the same time was sending you in overdrive. It was delicious. You thought you were about to come in no time but he seemed to have other plans.
- I’m not done with you yet, baby, he said. You teased me, now it’s my turn to have fun.
He just loved driving you crazy and you knew he got off on seeing you wrestle with your pleasure. Not that you were going to complain, mind you. After years of dating selfish men when it came to sex, Marshall was a breath of fresh air. You knew you had married the right man but, in that moment, you wished he would just pound into you and make you come already. Patience was definitely not your strong suit, and especially not when you were ovulating.
He grabbed your hand and pushed you on the bed, ass up, face down. In no time, he got rid of his clothes and he did not even bother undressing you. He just pushed your panties aside before entering you. His hip thrusts were painfully slow and you knew it was on purpose. However, you were not having it, so you rocked your hips in turn, owing you another slap on the ass. However, he indulged you and started moving faster. He reached for the plug and moved it a bit, causing you to whimper in pleasure. You were on verge of orgasm when he stopped again and laid down on the bed.
- Get on top, he said.
- You’re killing me, you groaned.
- Told you I’d get my revenge, he chuckled. Now, get on top before I leave you high and dry.
You were pretty sure he wouldn’t do this to you, but you were so needy that you weren’t willing to risk it. You were craving for release and he knew it. This gave your husband way too much power over you. He was smirking I when you got on top and lowered yourself on his length, taking all of it. The presence of the plug in your butt maximised the sensations and Marshall felt even bigger than usual. You moaned as you started moving, closing your eyes and chasing your high. Your man seemed to enjoy the sensations, too. He was usually a rather quiet lover but you could hear him whimper.
- God you’re so tight, he moaned.
- I’m close, you warned.
- Come for me.
Your movements started to become sloppy, much to your frustration. You were on the edge but couldn’t quite get there. You looked at Marshall. You didn’t have to say a word for him to understand you needed a bit of help.
- I got you, he said.
He reached in your nightstand and grabbed your Satisfyer. He turned it on and put it on your clit. Your body’s response was immediate. You were shaking on top of him and your soaked sex was clenching around his. It was so strong that you let out cries of pleasure. Marshall captured your lips in an attempt to shut you up, but to no avail. Your nails were digging in his chest.
- Fuck, he said as you felt him twitch inside of you, his release being imminent.
There were too many sensations at once for you to be able to think straight and control yourself. Every inch of you was stimulated. You let out screams of pleasure as you reached orgasm. You could feel your husband try and cover your mouth but you instinctively bit his hand. He pulled you close to him and your teeth found his shoulder as you kept on having spasms. It felt like never-ending waves of pleasure. You weren’t even sure if that lasted seconds of hours. Time and space had become vague concepts. All you could hear were your own sounds.
Your head was buried in Marshall’s neck as you came to your senses, both of you panting.
- Holy shit, you managed to mumble.
You were taken out of your zone by Lily screaming. Parental instinct kicked in and you stared at each other. « On it », Marshall said before hurrying into some clothes and out of the room. You quickly got out of bed and got rid of the sextoys before getting dressed as well. You were about to check on Lily and Marshall when you heard a knock on the door.
- Mommy ? Your husband asked. Can we come in ?
- Yes, you said.
He opened the door and you could see he was carrying Lily who seemed terrified.
- Mommy ! She cried.
- What’s wrong, my love ? You asked. Did you have a nightmare ?
- I heard you scream ! I’m scared…
You threw a glance at Marshall who was trying to hide a smirk. You never realised you could be this loud.
- It’s alright, you said as you walked to them and kissed her head. Everything’s fine, baby.
- Why did you scream, mommy ? She asked nervously.
- I was… scared, you said, trying to come up with a quick excuse.
- Of what ?
- Of the monster under the bed, Marshall tentatively explained. But don’t worry, I got rid of him.
She looked anxiously at her Dad, who have her a reassuring smile. The mark your teeth had left on his shoulder caught her eye and she looked at him anxiously.
- Did the monster bite you ?! She asked.
- What ? Oh uh… yeah, he said. I had to wrestle him. Scratched my chest too. But you should see him. He looks worse.
You let out a giggle. Thank God for his brain and quick thinking. Your daughter looked at you.
- Are you alright Mommy ? Did the monster bite you too ? She asked nervously.
- He didn’t, you said reassuringly. Thank God for your Dad. He’s a hero.
- I am a hero, Marshall said proudly.
Lily hugged him tighter and gave him a peck on the cheek.
- Thank you for saving my Mommy from the monster, she said. I’m proud of you, Daddy.
- Of course, he said with a big smile. I’ll never let anything happen to Mommy, or to you, or your sisters.
- Mommy… did the Monster pee on your bed ? Lily suddenly asked.
Marshall and you glanced at the bed. There was a huge wet spot, caused by a mix of squirt and sweat. You couldn’t help but blush. You might have had your most powerful orgasm ever, tonight, but you were definitely paying for it. You were absolutely mortified, while Marshall was trying really hard not to cry from laughter.
- I guess he did, you said sheepishly. That’s how scary Dad is.
- Why don’t we go downstairs for some water ? Marshall asked Lily. So that Mommy can sort the mess the monster made in bed.
- Yes, you do that and I’ll join you, you said.
- You should also open your window, Mommy. The monster stinks, Lily pointed out.
She wasn’t wrong. The room reeked of smells typical of sex : sweat, squirt, pheromones and God knows what else. Marshall chuckled and winked at you before carrying her downstairs. You opened your bedroom window and changed the bedsheets. When you joined them in the kitchen, they were eating ice cream. You frowned, as they both knew what you thought of having sugary snacks before bed.
- We’re having a celebration, Marshall grinned. We’re celebrating the defeat of the scary monster under the bed.
- Oh, you giggled. In that case, I won’t say anything.
Lily was sitting on Marshall’s lap. She still seemed a little freaked out. He talked to her reassuringly as she asked some questions.
- I don’t want to go back to bed, she whined. What if the monster comes back ?
- I beat him real bad, you know ? He pointed out. I don’t think he will be bad anytime soon.
- What if his family comes back for revenge ? She asked nervously.
- I’ll wrestle each and everyone of them, he said. Come, I’ll tuck you in.
As he carried her up the stairs, she started hiccuping again. He stopped in his tracks and looked at you. Her cries were heartbreaking. You were a little mad at yourself for scaring her with your screams. You joined and hugged the two of them.
- Can I sleep with you tonight ? She asked.
- Of course, you said. But just for tonight, ok ?
The three of you settled in bed and you were ready to turn the lights out when she started asking about the scary monster again. Both you and your husband kept on trying to reassure her but it didn’t seem to work too well. Marshall sighed and got up. You wondered what he was up to, but you quickly understood as he came back with his huge lightsaber replica from Star Wars, which served as decor in his home office that also doubled as a man cave.
- I thought it was not supposed to be taken from the wall ? Lily pointed out.
- Yeah… except in case of monsters, duh, Marshall replied with a grin. If anyone comes in here, I promise you they won’t last long.
Your little girl nodded and settled between you and Marshall. You kissed her forehead as she held your hand tightly. Your husband smiled at you and mouthed « I love you » before turning the lights off.
In the morning, everything was back to normal, though Lily still mentioned the monster. You weren’t too sure how to deal with it and you were a bit scared you had unlocked a new trauma… you were anxiously staring at Marshall, who proved (once again) to be a quick thinker and the real genius in the house.
- How about we call Lainie and ask her if you can have a sleepover at her house tonight ? He asked Lily.
- Why ? She asked.
- Well, I think Mommy and I should check the whole house for monsters tonight, he said as he winked at you. Just in case, you know ?
Author’s Note : I hope you enjoyed this short story ❤️. I really like writing with these characters (I think Marshall and Lily are so cute) so if you have any requests for them, please keep them coming 💖.
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ladykailitha · 8 months
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Royal Pain Part 16
Hello, darlings! I wanted to get this to you before I got too busy and forgot. My birthday is on Monday and I'm having a party on Saturday that I'm preparing for today, tomorrow, and most the day Saturday. I hope to get something out during that time, but I might not be able to get it up until Sunday.
Also I found out I was accidentally tagging @chaoticlovingdreamer twice! I don't think it did anything, but it was funny it took me this long to catch on!
Speaking of tagging, it used to be easy to tag from a copied list, just click on name, select drop down, move on to the next. But for some stupid reason I can't anymore and have to delete the last character in their username to get it to pop up. Is anyone else having this problem or is it just my life deciding to make it more difficult again?
Today for your enjoyment: communication, drunk Robin, and soulmate bonding!
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15
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Eddie crowed inside when Steve blushed at his comment. “And for record, sweetheart, I could see us tangled in your sheets. Not just the hot sex but everything before and after. All I’m asking is to take it slow.”
Steve gulped. “I’ll go at whatever speed you need, Eds. Honest. You set the pace.” He gave Eddie’s hand a squeeze. “And if you change your mind tomorrow, I’m down for that, too. If you decide we’re better as friends, I’ll be your best friend, okay?”
Eddie smiled. “I think Jeff and Robin might take offense to that.”
Steve laughed. “Nah, nah, Robin is my platonic soulmate, that’s separate from best friend.”
Eddie grinned. “I guess Jeff is more like family then a best friend. All the guys are.”
“There you have it,” Steve said smiling at him, merriment sparkling in his eyes.
They walked hand in hand all the way the way to the Rainbow High Club. They were forced to let go to flash their IDs, but they stayed close to each other, blushing and smiling at each other every time they caught the other’s eyes.
Chrissy’s eyes lit up. “How have I never heard of this place?” she asked, trying to take in as much of the sights as she could all at once. “It’s amazing.”
“Who’re the DDs tonight?” Robin asked, gleefully rubbing her hands together.
Steve, Gareth and Mandy all raise their hands. Eddie pouted.
“Stevie, you’re not drinking tonight?” he whined.
Steve laughed. “I’m working on your tattoo tomorrow, sunshine. I am not working on you hung over.”
Eddie cocked his head to the side. “Yeah, that’s fair.”
*
Now that Eddie and Steve knew where they stood with each other, that last barrier of tension vanished between them. They were laughing more freely. Touching more readily. Just having a blast knowing the potential for more was there waiting for them when they were willing to take that step.
Steve knew where the line in the sand was now and cranked up the charm to eleven. Just being a gentleman.
Eddie ate up the attention like a sunflower in summer following the sun. He felt that last bit of worry just clatter to floor like a chain coming off of a worn gate after so many years being locked away.
Jeff and Mandy ate it up on the dance floor, pulling Gareth with them as they got the shyer man to come out of his shell a little bit.
Brian even managed to get the DJ to play a little metal. Steve sipped on a Coke and laughed as he watched his friends get silly on the dance. He had barely finished his drink when Robin grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor.
He cussed her out but she just kissed his cheek and told him to move his hips for fuck’s sake.
His dancing was terrible, but he let himself join the crowd and sway to the beat.
Eddie said in his ear, “You know in ‘Pride and Prejudice’ being a bad dancer meant you were bad at sex.”
Steve snorted. “Seriously?”
Eddie nodded. “So you know I’ve got to ask...”
“No, trust me when I say I tango better in bed than out of it,” Steve said with a giggle.
“You got receipts for that, big boy?” Eddie asked, dropping his voice low, startling a gasp out of Steve.
His giggle turned into a full on laugh. “You want a list of my very satisfied exes?”
“And their phone number,” Eddie teased back. “If you’re going to win me over Casanova, I’m gonna need references.”
“I think I can handle that,” Steve said in total seriousness.
Eddie pushed him away, a laugh stuttering out of him. “Get off, you menace. Jeez!”
Steve backed up, giving him the space. “You started it.”
“Sorry I forgot you were Mr Charm Everyone’s Panties Off in high school,” Eddie said rolling his eyes.
Steve chuckled. “I’ve still got it, I just don’t date much because I have to run a shop.”
Eddie leaned back in. “And honey, I’ve got nothing but time.”
Steve grinned.
*
At the bar a blond man with legs for days and a cocky grin leaned against the edge of the bartop with his elbows. Ink peaked out of the black tank top he was wearing and he had piercings in both ears and a snakebite piercing on his lower lip. He lowered his sunglasses as he watched Eddie and Steve on the dance floor. His bright blue eyes glittered with malice, the grin never leaving his face.
*
Steve got a giggling Robin up the stairs to their apartment and into her bed. He pulled off her jacket and shoes and rolled her under the covers. She made grabby hands at him when he stood back up.
“I’m going to get ready for bed and I’ll be right back,” he told her.
She pouted, but let him go.
Steve made a mad dash to his room, where he threw on his pajama pants and a faded band tee and rushed back to Robin’s room.
“Where you go?” she asked with a frown.
He shook his head and climbed into bed with her. She immediately latched to him like some kind of possessive sea creature. Like a an octopus or a barnacle.
“Why did you surround me with pretty girls?” she wailed. “All the pretty girls all at once.”
Steve snorted. Mandy and Chrissy were not ‘all’ by anyone’s stretch of the imagination.
“Mandy has a boyfriend,” he gently reminded her.
“Did you know she did ballet?” Robin whisper-yelled. “That’s why she has such long legs and great tits.”
“Yes, I was there when she told us,” Steve soothed.
“And Chrissy was athletic, too!” Robin continued. “Cheerleading is scary hot.”
Steve huffed out a small laugh. “What does that even mean?”
“The...” she made a weird motion with her hands, “and the woo...” she threw her arms in the air, “and the ‘yay!’ That’s scary.”
He rolled his eyes. “The tumbling?”
Robin hit his arm over and over. “That, that! Yes. And the hot is the uniform. Have you seen the uniform?” she growled.
Steve laughed. “I was in basketball, yes. You know one of the two sports that has cheerleaders?”
“The skirt is itty-bitty,” she slurred, putting her hands together as close as they would go without touching. “And no sleeves! Bare midriffs too. And and the cute little socks!”
“Can’t forget the cute little socks,” he agreed.
She slapped his arm again, this time harder. “And don’t you dare try to change the subject. I see you.” She pointed at her eyes and then at him, nearly poking his eye out.
“I didn’t change anything,” he muttered, “you started talking and haven’t stopped.”
“I saw you run the bathroom after the concert, gig, thingy...” she frowned. “What is it called the every day one not the tour-y one?”
“Gig,” Steve said gently.
Robin slapped his arm again. “Don’t change the subject!” she hissed. “You got hella horny watching your boy sing!” She threw out her arms and did hit him in the face that time.
“Yes,” he agreed. “I will be better prepared next time we go.”
“You have the hots for Eddie,” she said leaning in close.
But before Steve could answer, Robin was out cold. Her low tolerance for alcohol knocking her out at last. He carefully untangled himself from her embrace knowing that her drunken snoring would be like a buzzsaw in his ear if he slept in her room.
He pulled his shirt off and slipped into his own covers a smile on his face.
*
The next morning he had coffee and the greasiest breakfast sandwich he could find ready for his platonic soulmate when she staggered out of bed and into the kitchen. He handed her a small glass of water and painkillers, which she took under his watchful eye.
“I feel like I should hate for this,” she muttered into her steaming styrofoam cup.
Steve grinned, knowing full well that if laughed, she would straight on murder him and he really didn’t want to go yet.
“Also, don’t think you dodged the talk about you rushing to the bathroom after the show,” she grumped. “Because that was a bit pervy even for you.”
Steve rolled his eyes as he chowed down on his own less greasy sandwich. “I was totally unprepared for how hot he was that close up,” he snarked.
Robin raised an eyebrow. “He did seem particularly out to get you with that little number he was wearing last night.”
“Seriously,” he agreed. “But I’ll know better next time, plan ahead, sit behind the table.”
She giggled.
He propped his head on his hands, elbows planted on their counter. “But enough about that. I want to talk about two lovely blondes making goo-goo eyes at each other all night.”
She pushed his arm causing him to almost smack his face into the counter as he lost the support.
“Shut up,” Robin hissed. “She did not make goo-goo eyes at me all night. I would have noticed.”
Steve laughed. “I noticed you didn’t deny making goo-goo eyes at her.”
She blushed, and took a sip of her coffee to hide her embarrassment. “She’s so pretty and smart and how I am suppose to win her over when she so far out of my league.”
Steve came over and grabbed both of her cheeks in his hands. “Robin Eloise Buckley you are just as beautiful and smart and talented as she is. Just in a different way. I know right now you’re feeling morose because you have a hangover. So trust me in this moment, you are every bit as awesome as she is and if she doesn’t see that then we say?”
“Fuck that?” she whispered.
“I don’t think I heard you,” he said cocking the side of his head so he could tilt his right ear her direction.
“Fuck that,” Robin said with more conviction.
“There you go,” he said and gave her a fierce kiss on the forehead. “Now what I want you to do while I’m gone is watch the ‘Pride & Prejudice’ mini-series with that tub of Ben & Jerry’s I know you’ve been saving and when I’m done I’ll grab Chinese from that favorite shop on the corner, okay?”
She set the coffee down and gave him a fierce hug. “You’re the best soulmate a girl could ask for.”
Steve squeezed her back. “Hard same.”
She laughed. “You are such a dork.”
“Yes, but I’m your dork.”
***
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cillmequick · 1 year
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hey! i love your writing! can i request a tommy fic using #24 from the 50 reasons to share a bed prompt list? thanks!!🫶🏼
This request has been gathering dust in my inbox for such a long time - I’m so sorry anon! I really hope you like what I did with it ♥️ xxx
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader
Prompt: ‘we forgot we were broken up’ - I’ve taken this more as a theme than a dialogue line.
Warnings: 🔞 SMUT (from the start), some bad language. Porn with just a modicum of plot. Once again my community tag button has vanished (maybe it hates it when I answer asks??). Anyway, minors DNI.
Word count: 2953
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Your back hit the wall, slightly knocking the air from your lungs as he pushed you against it, his mouth assaulting yours. You didn’t care that this was a terrible idea. That it was definitely the whiskey pulling your strings. You needed more. Needed everything.
Needed him. Right now.
You moaned into his mouth as you both desperately pulled at fabric, eager to rid each other of clothing as fast as possible. A desperate whine of need escaped your lips as his traced the column of your throat, his knee wedged between your legs, providing delicious friction where you needed him most.
“Fuck… Tommy… please…” you gasped, pulling on the longer part of his hair and feeling him groan in response. You both knew just how much rough was allowed. Years spent in mapping every inch of the other’s skin, every curve, every freckle, every scar. Every spot that drove them wild.
Your dress was on the floor in minutes, his nimble fingers ridding you of your underthings as you pulled his undershirt over his head. Finally his skin was against yours, burning where you touched, so familiar yet somehow also new. Your nails scratched across his broad shoulders, tracing the planes of his back, as a slightly gun-calloused finger slipped between your folds.
“So fucking wet for me Y/N,” he rasped against your ear, chuckling as you gasped with pleasure as his slick fingertip found your clit, rolling lightly across it. “I bet you still taste just as sweet,” he added, holding your eyes as he brought his fingers to his lips. You bit your lip, feeling your walls clenching as you watched him lick them clean.
“Sweeter somehow,” he murmured, those bewitching eyes of his dancing with mischief as he crashed his mouth into yours, allowing you to taste your own arousal on his tongue. He swallowed your deep moan as he slid two fingers into your hot, wet centre. In and and out, curving… seeking…
A blinding jolt of electricity in your veins caused you to break the kiss, gasping and clinging to his shoulders. He smirked, and if he wasn’t already making you see stars, you would have thought he looked altogether too pleased with himself.
“Does that feel good?” he asked softly and you could only nod, the power of speech having abandoned you. The only sounds you could make were small gasps and breathy moans.
Fuck you had missed this man’s magic hands.
“Are you going to cum for me, Y/N?” he continued, sucking on the patch of skin below your ear that he knew drove you insane. You were consumed by him, he was everywhere all at once. You could feel the coil tightening in your belly as the wet sounds of your pleasure filled the room.
“Is that a yes?” he smirked, swiping his thumb over your clit, making you yelp.
“Fuck.. yes.. I’m so close,” you managed to stutter out. But at your words, suddenly his ministrations ceased, fingers disappearing in a flash.
“What the fuck, Tommy!” you whined in frustration, your climax slowly drifting away from you.
“I want to feel it around me, the first time I make you cum tonight,” he whispered, making you shiver at the implicit promise within his words. His face was so close his blue eyes were like oceans, and he brushed his lips against yours, maddeningly lightly.
“Well why don’t you get the fuck on with it then,” you retorted, leaning to close the gap with more force. You felt the rumble of his laugh as he lifted you to his hips in an easy movement, depositing you on the small bed.
“I never thought I’d be back in this bed,” you commented, as stepped out of his trousers and covered your body with his, gently brushing hair from your eyes.
“I never thought I’d be back in this bed either, but these are strange times,” he replied dryly and you rolled your eyes.
“So how about you fuck me like it’s 1921, Thomas Shelby OBE,” you teased, hands laced behind his head, playing with the velvety soft short part of his distinctive hair cut.
“With pleasure…” he grinned, lips matching yours once more in a slow kiss, turning steadily more heated as his hands roamed your body.
He began to drift downwards, lips and tongue tracing the contours of your skin, teasing the delicate, sensitive buds of your nipples. Teeth lightly scraping against them, bringing them to stiff peaks as your back arched from the bed, hips rolling towards him.
“Such a needy little girl tonight Y/N,” he muttered, pinching one of your nipples with more force, making you cry out. A little pain with your pleasure - he always knew how to walk the line.
“Tommy, please… I need you…” you whimpered, cunt aching for him, acutely aware of how you were dripping for him. Probably making a mess on the bedclothes. Not that you cared.
He grinned evilly at you, causing you to drop your head back onto the bed with a huff of frustration. This man always was incorrigible. There was a reason you had broken up.
Though, as his tongue suddenly licked a hot stripe from your desperate hole to your swollen clit, you were hard pressed to remember exactly what that reason was.
Because it certainly wasn’t the sex.
And as his lips closed around your clit, and his thick fingers slid into you, you didn’t much care.
“Fuck! Tommy!” you cried, the dual sensation of him overwhelming, your orgasm rushing towards you like a train. Your legs tried to close around his head as your hands pressed his face into you but he was stronger and he pulled away, forcing your legs open, forearm coming to rest across your rolling hips.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growled, lips shining with your slick, eyes dark, his pupils blown wide with desire. You thought you might cum on the spot.
Satisfied that the wave had passed, he resumed his destruction of your self-control, bringing you to the brink over and over again until your head was spinning and you were practically begging him to let you cum.
You remembered this game, how he loved to hear you beg for it. Outside of this bedroom you would never beg for anything - you were in every way his equal and stubborn to boot. But how he loved to dismantle you here, leaving you a quivering, desperate wreck beneath him.
Apparently some things hadn’t changed.
“Please… please Tommy… I need it… I need you…” you whined, too turned on to care how pathetic you sounded. Every word was true. Even two years on, he was still the one you returned to on your cold lonely nights. The memories you made in this room, in filthy Small Heath, lighting a fire within you.
He chuckled darkly but at last relented.
His mouth was on yours as he slid home, filling you the way no other before or since ever had. You wrapped your arms and legs around him as he pounded into you relentlessly.
“Jesus fuck, I’d forgotten how fucking tight you are,” he groaned into your shoulder, his face contorted in pleasure. You were mildly annoyed that he could forget but it was short lived, because with every thrust he was deep within you, nudging your sweet spot and rapidly tipping you towards the high you had been chasing for what felt like hours.
“Tom… fuck shit.. I’m gonna…” you gabbled, pulling his hair as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. After the extended build up the sheer intensity of it took your breath away.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered against your ear as you clung to him with shaking limbs. He fucked you through it, overwhelming your already overstimulated senses and you felt him quickly bringing you back to the edge once more.
But he’d had it all far too much his own way you thought, and, regaining control of your limbs, you surprised him by pushing him onto his back. You hovered over him, lips brushing his, as you eased him back inside you with a long sigh of contentment. You had always loved that moment, watching as his eyes fell shut and his full lips parted as the feeling of your velvet plush surrounded him.
You rolled your hips and a deep groan escaped him as he bucked up into you, making you gasp. Sitting up you balanced your hands on his chest, riding him in a slow rhythmic movement. He was so deep and you were so close but you knew it wasn’t enough for him. Time for a taste of his own medicine, you thought with a smirk.
But it was a momentary victory as he slipped a hand between you, rubbing tight circles against your clit.
“Cum for me Y/N, I can feel how close you are,” he murmured, eyes hooded with lust, and his voice shot straight to your core. He cupped your face, thumb brushing your lips, and you let him rest it on your tongue, sucking as you crested the wave. He moved his hand from your mouth to your throat, squeezing lightly as you came with a cry, hard and fast all over him, your walls like a vice around him and he had to steel himself against following you over the edge.
He pulled your body down, your chest flush against his, lips moulding together as he tented his knees and began to slam himself into your quivering cunt. You broke the kiss, burying your face in his neck, unable to do more than whine at the intensity of his pace.
“Give me one more, I know you can,” he urged in your ear, hands gripping your hips so tight you were sure to have bruises in the morning.
“I… I can’t…” you begged, breathlessly, but he just chuckled because he could feel it as well as you, the telltale fluttering around his cock.
“Yes you can, be a good girl for me, eh,” he commanded. You felt his movements begin to grow sloppy as his own release approached. “Cum for me, let me feel you,” he rasped, a large hand tangling in your hair, roughly pulling your lips back to his.
And you did, liquid fire rushing through your veins as you tumbled over the precipice with him, feeling him erupt within you, painting your walls white.
You collapsed, head on his chest, his strong arms locked around you, both gasping for air like you had run the race of your life. As your breathing began to even out, his fingertips traced your spine and played idly with your soft curls.
Eventually, you lifted your head, brushing his fringe from his startling blue eyes.
“I should go,” you said softly.
“Or you could stay?” he countered, knuckles grazing your cheek, pulling your lips to his in a slow, sensuous kiss.
You needed to go. This was a terrible idea.
But damn he was good at that.
You pulled back, climbing off his body, reaching for your clothes in the tangled mess of fabric from your frantic undressing.
“Y/N,” he began but you cut him off.
“Don’t. This was fun but don’t,” you replied more firmly than you felt.
“Why did you come to The Garrison tonight, eh?” he challenged, sitting up against the headboard, sheet pulled across his lap, as he lit you both a cigarette.
You accepted it from him, fastening your brassiere and shimmying into your slip without burning the delicate fabric.
“Because I’m a fool,” you retorted and he chuckled.
“You are many things Y/N Y/L/N, but a fool isn’t one of them.” You turned and caught him with his eyebrow raised in that infuriatingly handsome way of his.
You sighed deeply.
“Look, it’s not my fight, but..” you began, noticing how he straightened, head cocked, almost businesslike. If it was possible for him to be businesslike whilst also lying naked, cheeks flushed from exertion, lips pink and swollen from your attentions.
You dragged your focus back into line.
“Alright, this didn’t come from me and if you ever tell anyone, I’ll deny it.” You paused, fiddling with the fastenings for your stockings and he cleared his throat, betraying his inpatience. You stayed quiet a moment longer, enjoying winding him up.
“And…?”
You smirked and finally continued.
“And I hear from my sources that Alfie Solomons had a meeting with Luca Changretta.”
“Is that so?” He stared at you, seemingly bored, blowing smoke at the ceiling.
“Yes, and what’s more, a deal was made. You need to watch yourself Tommy. It wouldn’t be the first time the Mad Baker of Camden Town double crossed you,” you said firmly, pulling your dress into position, smoothing out the creases from its sojourn on the floor.
“And you’re telling me this why exactly, Y/N?” he asked, sliding his shorts on and rising from the bed to come and stand in front of you.
You ran your hands over his broad shoulders, the dusting of freckles more pronounced against his pale skin in the lamplight. He tipped your chin up so you had no choice but to meet his eyes. Those eyes that had been your undoing all those years before.
And again tonight it would seem.
“Because Thomas, I much prefer you alive than dead,” you murmured, letting him brush his lips against yours once more, sparks bursting under your skin.
“Stay, Y/N,” he asked again, matching your tone, his hands on your waist, forehead resting against yours. His warm breath danced across your lips. “We were good… this was good. We could be good again.”
You closed your eyes. You wanted to believe that but…
“I still love you,” he whispered and you tried to fight against the smile that demanded to break across your face.
You leant back a little to look into his eyes, stroking your thumbs across his sharp cheekbones, the hollows of his cheeks.
“I’ll tell you what. If you somehow manage to survive this nonsense, why don’t you give me a call. Take me out to dinner like a normal gentleman,” you said, watching his lips twitch in amusement.
“Since when does Y/N Y/L/N want a ‘normal gentleman’?”
You chuckled, untangling yourself from his arms and pulling on your coat, the fur collar shining in the low lights. He followed you to the door of his room, pushing you against it, lips soft and insistent against yours.
“Tom…” you gasped as he peppered kisses down your neck.
“Stay…” he repeated, unbuttoning your coat once more, hands sneaking inside, running up your sides.
“And paint a target on my back for Luca Changretta? This isn’t my war, Tom, I won’t drag my people into it, not even for you,” you argued, but you could feel your resolve wavering as his mouth moved lower.
“I won’t let him touch you,” he replied, grazing his teeth across your collarbone. You had to dig your nails into the palms of your hands to stop yourself from audibly reacting.
“You.. ahh…” He nipped the skin of your neck, tongue soothing in its wake, thumb flicking across your still sensitive nipple. This wasn’t playing fair, you wailed internally. “You said that last time.”
He stopped, hands moving to cup your face, his expression serious.
“I will never let that happen again. I promise you that.”
You scoffed slightly, and he frowned.
“That isn’t something you can promise me, Tom. Not in our line of work.”
You pushed him away gently and he let you, hands falling to his sides dejectedly. You rebuttoned your coat and stepped back into his personal space, holding his face in your hands.
“Survive this Tommy, and I’ll think about it,” you said softly, pressing your lips against his, savouring the moment, knowing you needed to leave.
Even if your whole body was screaming at you to stay.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” he mumbled against your lips, before releasing you.
You smiled softly and headed for the door, pausing to look back at him over your shoulder.
“I hope so,” you smirked, and slipped away into the night.
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A month later you were in your office. It was early in the morning - you liked to get a head start on the day - and you nursed a cup of tea. You were going through your post when a manilla envelope slipped out of the pile. You picked it up, feeling the expensive paper. You flipped it over and a smile crept across your face.
You knew that handwriting.
Opening it with a deft stroke of your sharp letter opener, you pulled out a single sheet of heavy, luxurious paper.
“Dear Ms Y/L/N,
I know you like to be asked properly, so please allow me the honour of requesting your company for dinner on Thursday next at 7.30pm.
My uncle Charlie will be delighted to host us at his premises.”
You laughed out loud. Your first date had been at Charlie's yard - he had lured you there under the pretence of visiting the horses, only for him to surprise you with a rustic meal in one of the warehouses. It was so perfectly Tommy Shelby and it had enchanted you.
You read on.
“I hope this date will be convenient. Please do let me know by return and I shall make the necessary arrangements.
Yours, always,
T. S. (OBE)”
You let the paper flutter to the tabletop and you grinned down at it. This was a terrible idea. Awful. Stupid. A disaster waiting to happen.
You couldn’t fucking wait.
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writtenontheport · 8 months
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Lockwood falling in love with the type three ghost of a girl.
That's it.
That's the ask.
The Haunted Boy and His Ghostly Girlfriend
Prologue
(pt. 1) (pt. 2)
Anthony Lockwood x fem reader
Warnings/Tags: Reader is in this for like 2 paragraphs, Romcom 😭, Ik you gave me angst but everything I touch turns romcom I’m so sorry, George gets mad at Lockwood for a bit, Old people clients, mentions of death, Reader is literally a fucking ghost 😭, please tell me if there’s anything I forgot to tag
Notes: I absolutely adored this request omfg. When I saw it, I just KNEW I had to write it omg. This is— this needs to be multipart I’m so sorry. I can’t get it out of my head that he’ll have a little ghostly girlfriend PLEASE ITS SO CUTE IN MY HEAD. Also; very badly edited!! I was exhausted when I first posted this and am still currently combing through it for errors.
Summary: It starts, as all things do here: with a meetcute, the undead, and maybe a bit of tomfoolery. It goes, as it almost never does, with meeting the undead love of his life. What a big day for Anthony Lockwood.
Word Count: 1.5k+
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Lockwood is staring into the eyes of the most breathtaking girl he has ever seen, and she isn’t even alive anymore. The girl looks as she probably did when she was alive; a beautiful face with only the most kissable lips he has ever seen in his life, not that he ever could kiss her. He should be calling for Lucy and George— yelling for them to tell them he’s found their ghost, but instead…
“Hi,” He says, clearing his throat, “I’m Anthony. Anthony Lockwood of Lockwood and co. You’re a ghost.”
He winces when your frown deepens, and feels bad immediately for blurting that out. Before he can apologize, he sees you mouthing something and realizes quite late that he does in fact need Lucy and George here to be able to talk to you.
“I can’t really hear you, sorry. I have… my friend can though. Just a second—“
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Before we can go forward, we have to go back a little to just before this began. So let’s start with a fact: even with Skull being able to talk with Lucy, Lockwood still had his reservations on type threes. Type ones and type twos were the predictable result of certain situations— murders, death by illness, accidents, and all the “good” things that made the visitors more likely to visit. Type threes? It took the literal manifestation of the actual thing for him to even accept they existed. Suffice to say, Lockwood didn’t think he could ever fully warm up to the idea of a ghost he couldn’t understand.
Then one day, a case comes to him with a rather peculiar situation. The living don’t often find themselves attached to the undead, especially ones with no relation to them. The Thistlebrows prove to be an exception. The case? Their family ghost is lonely now that their granddaughter’s been sent away.
Lucy and George have stepped out for supplies when the old Thistlebrow couple stops by, so he takes them to the sitting room and prepares them tea. From the first word that comes out of them, Lockwood thinks he’s having some sort of hallucinogenic episode.
That’s more of an exaggeration actually as it seemed reasonably normal at first; strong presence, solid apparition visible enough that even in their old age they could see wisps of it lurking. Nothing more than a stubborn spectre, he was sure. Then—
“It’s an old house,” Mrs. Thistlebrow croons, sipping her cup of tea. “We’ve only lived in it for a few years, and we doubt we’ll be able to keep her company for much longer.”
“I’m sorry?” Lockwood asks, genuinely confused. He was sure he must have misheard them, before Mr. Thistlebrow spoke.
“We don’t know where she is, really, nor have we ever fully seen her… but our granddaughter is taken with her. We thought at first she just had an imaginary friend, but then…” He pulls out a polaroid.
There was nothing in the photo worth noting— a pair of shoes on the windowsill of an open window. The flash of the camera didn’t illuminate past the frame, but that was expected for a photo taken so late. He keeps a patient smile on his face, but he nods slowly with his brow furrowed in worry.
“The window was locked when we left the room. It’s too tall for our granddaughter to reach, and nothing was moved before or after this picture was taken— at least not by the living. Our granddaughter had asked her to open it to prove to us she was real, and the ghost left her shoes on the windowsill to hammer it in.” He leaves the photo in front of Lockwood, pulling back into the seat.
Lockwood’s brow scrunches in confusion as the gears turn in his head. Many type twos form apparitions, but poltergeists do not. Incidentally, only poltergeists can interact with heavy objects and the window certainly wouldn’t have been light. It looked to be a thick pane of glass with a metal on wood frame, pushed open farther than a stray breeze could push it.
“How old is your granddaughter?” He asks, his own voice distant to him. The photo makes something in him itch to solve the case.
“Just turned 7,” Mrs. Thistlebrow says with a click of her tongue, bringing a hand up to her wrinkly cheek. “Her parents sent off abroad when they realised she had Talent; didn’t want her having anything to do with the Problem. Heart broken, she was. The ghost was her first best friend.”
The Thistlebrows look genuinely devastated at that, and Lockwood bites back an incredulous frown. Oh the story he has for Lucy and George when they come back, absolutely mental it all is.
“We know this might be a lot to ask, but we’ll pay you as much as you need to keep the ghost company. Our granddaughter was so devastated knowing the poor girl would be lonely without her, and we certainly couldn’t talk to her no matter how much we tried.” Mr. Thistlebrow picks an envelope from his suit pocket, and slides it across the table to Lockwood. It’s a thick thing with obviously quite a bit of cash, and a cheque is peeking out from where the lip has opened.
Now, he could absolutely refuse the case. The agency was stable and the cases they have lined up were far less troublesome than finding and keeping another possible type-three ghost; George would even call him stupid for not refusing it right away, but…
“We’ll do it. You both have nothing to worry about,” He says instead, reassuring as he can be as he pulls on the lapels of his jacket. Mr. and Mrs. Thistlebrow’s faces split into smiles, and Lockwood can’t find it in him to regret his decision.
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“—And you took the case?” George says, all but yelling as he leans over the table to stare wide-eyed at Lockwood. Lucy’s frozen in her seat, her pen still on the thinking cloth.
“I authenticated the money, and they offered to meet us at the house as soon as we can if there were any more issues with compensation.” He takes a spoonful of supper, and hums in delight. “You’ve really outdone yourself today, George.”
“That’s not the problem, Lockwood,” George hisses, always so dour. He doesn’t settle down into his seat, even going so far as to cross his arms in disapproval. Still, he mumbles out a quiet ‘thank you’.
“Did they say anything else?” Lucy finally speaks up, her eyes still on the thinking cloth. It’s good she’s at least started doodling again, so Lockwood manages to look back up at both of them (which is very hard when George is glaring at him so severely).
“Their granddaughter’s name is Pepper, thought it might help us if we pretended to be her friends at least. It…” He pauses, tapping his spoon against his supper as he thinks of the right way to say it, “As far as they know, it isn’t aggressive and seems cooperative. They even— actually, wait.”
He pulls out the polaroid from his inner pocket, looking it over (even though he knows nothing would have changed) before sliding it to the center of the table. Lucy and George both lean in to have a look, coming back to stare at him in confusion.
“It was able to unlock and push the window open, then left the girl’s shoes on the windowsill to further prove it existed. Not only that, but both the Thistlebrows have said it is a rather heavy window too high up for their granddaughter to reach.” He takes another bite of his dinner, watching their expressions morph.
“But they said it had an apparition?” George asks first, seeming on the edge of worried and heavily intrigued. “Spectres can’t interact with heavy objects, but poltergeists can’t have apparitions. This ghost can’t exist unless it really was…”
Lucy is deep in deliberation as her eyes flit to somewhere out of the kitchen; the skull, Lockwood realizes quickly. “If this is a type three… and it was cooperative…”
A pregnant pause fills the room, only the ticking of a faraway clock echoing about the walls. George settles into his seat with a sigh, finally picking up his utensils. Lucy, rests her hands in her lap. They all look up and at each other, waiting for a beat, before falling into a quiet supper. They were definitely going to have to see this through now.
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So here Lockwood finds himself in front of the house that starts and ends it all; that houses what might just be the strangest thing to happen in his haunted life. He meets you in a flurry of strange things— through a polaroid of an open window, a ghost goose case, and then meeting the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen— before he finds himself asking:
“Would you like to come home with us?”
You nod quickly in surprise, your eyes shining in mirth and other-light. He doesn’t even need Lucy to translate that as anything but a firm ‘yes’.
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A/N: Everything I touch… turns to romcoms… I am like King Midas of romcoms PLEASE.
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angel-butter · 11 months
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saltwater, clove, and cedar
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summary: reader is the newest crew of the heart pirates but when they disagree with law's new plan to visit an island things get heated.
a/n: currently on episode 535 of one piece but im fully obsessed with law trafalgar, so if theres anythin that doesnt make sense with the full series thats why
tags: nsfw, mdni, law x reader, hurt/comfort, law is a jerk but makes up for it, reader has gn pronouns but femme descriptors, reader receives
“alright everyone, sit down and shut up. this is the plan for the next island were heading to” law said, swirling a glass of dark liquid in his hand as he throws his sword on the table in front of him. the first four buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned, bags under his eyes, hair looking messy under his hat from falling asleep at his desk again.
you shuffled in with the rest of the crew and took a seat around the table with a huge map laid over the surface. several different markings scattered on the islands- diamonds showing where they scored big treasure, skulls showing where the heart pirates have conquered, and stars showing where the captain wants to go next.
law throws down a hand on the table and points to an island with a star on it- “this. is where were going next.”
you glance down at the map, and your eyes widen. you’ve known of this island and you swore you would never go back. the bad memories of running for your life flash before your eyes. you clam up and start to sweat, your mouth going dry and hands numb.
“n-no.” your response stumbles out.
everyone looks in your direction.
“excuse me? what did you say?” law says, now staring down at you. a deadly look in his eyes say “are you fucking questioning me?”
“No.” you say again, more stern this time. you clench your jaw tightly.
law scoffs, a man who rarely takes no for an answer. “sweetie, i dont know if you forgot where you are but you are on my submarine and im the captain and i say where we go and when.” setting his glass down on the table, the ice clinking in the silence of the room.
“please. we cant go there!” you choke out, this time jumping from your chair. “i wont let you! were not going! you wont be the one to send me back!!”
the entire crew is surprised at your outburst, as someone who is more on the quiet side & keeps to themselves. bepo looks concerned, having been the only person you opened up to about your past.
law stares you straight in the eyes, head cocked to the side “first of all, im not taking orders from you, y/n-ya. second, if you dont like my plans then you can get the fuck out of here and stop wasting my time and everyone elses time.”
a lump forms in your throat and hot tears start to fill your eyes but you fight them back and bite your lip so hard that you taste the copper taste of blood.
“fuck you. youre going to make a huge mistake by going there. if you dont trust my word then you shouldnt have invited me to join your crew.” you manage to say as you shake, trying to keep your voice down, fists clenched so hard that half moons form on the insides of your palms. you push your chair out of the way and storm out of the room.
you run to your room and slam the door. you let the tears run down your face and full out sob. you look around your room that you had called home for the last year and start collecting your belongings and throw them into your leather duffle bag- a jar of sand you collected from the first island you stayed on, a mysterious plant you dug up and potted in an old glazed mug you found on a deserted ship, a folded up picture of you at the last banquet you shared with the heart pirates and straw hats and lastly the ring that law had given from the first treasure haul that you found with them as a crew.
he had only given it to you because it was too small for his fingers but fit perfectly on yours. you remember it was the first time you made him laugh too--
“here”, law said as he threw the ring up in the air towards you.
you caught it in your hands and looked it over, it was a gold ring with three gems mounted into it. two emeralds and a big sapphire in the middle.
“oh” you breathe. the gems glistened in the sunlight and your eyes light up. “its so beautiful, ive never seen anything like it.”
law softly smiles, “get used to seeing stuff like this now that youre apart of our crew.”
“oh” you breathe. you realize that you had made the right decision of joining them, a sense of belonging washes over you.
“keep it, as a welcome gift or something” he says.
“i can keep it?” you ask, in disbelief. youve never owned anything so fancy before.
“yeah! its yours, plus its too small on me” he said
“are you sure? i mean you could use it as a toe ring or something” you suggest.
he threw his head back and cackled, you could see his back molars. it surprised you, and you surprised yourself with the feeling of butterflies in your stomach.
you look up at law a little flushed, “thank you” you said.
“no prob, youre one of us now” he said and winked at you.
the memory faded away and you stood there looking down at the ring in your hand, deciding if you should keep it or not. tears dripping down from your face onto the ring. your thoughts were interrupted when you heard a knock on your door.
“hey… can i come in?” laws voice called from the other side of the metal door. you scoff at his attempt of grace, he could just teleport in if he wanted to.
you took a quick glance in the mirror to see if you looked okay, you wiped away your tears and said “come in.”
law opens the door and steps in to your room, a space only big enough for your twin bed, a small chest and a bed side table. he looks down and sees your duffle bag on your bed and your things strewn around. his eyes darken when he realizes what youve been doing.
“youre really going to leave?” he asks.
“you told me to leave. so yeah. “ as you angrily shove your clothes into the duffle. “if you could drop me off at the nearest island that would be great, besides … that one” you mutter.
“huh, you think you can give me more orders” law said, in an attempt to make light of the situation.
you ignore him in an angry silence. can you trust him? you should just stick to traveling solo again, that way you only have to depend on yourself. you should just get off the submarine as soon as possible anyway, you think and turn back to packing your bag.
“okay well, fuck what i said back there."
you turn around, surprised to hear him say that. you havent known him to change his mind that often. you pause and look at him, not knowing what to do or say next.
you feel a hand grab your wrist and you look up. law is staring at you, right into your eyes.
“stop, y/n-ya” he says.
you drop the ring that you were holding in your hand and it clattered on the metal floor with a bell like sound.
law looks down to see what fell and picks it up.
“oh… this.” he said, turning the ring over in his fingers, looking deep in thought.
he looks at you, this time he holds his hand out. you stand there looking at him, making the connection that this gesture means that hes asking for you to give your hand to him.
you hesitantly reach out your hand and he gently takes it in his and slips the ring on your middle finger.
“i remember when we found that treasure, it was the first one you got in on with us. for some reason, it seemed more valuable than any of the other ones. why dont you wear it more often?” he asks, and looks up into your eyes. “it suits you well”
you blush deeply, not comfortable being at the receiving end of the captain’s compliments. "oh i dont know", you say.
he softly chuckles, the sound almost vibrates off the metal walls.
“blush also suits you well” he continued
'what is happening?' you think to yourself. you look up into his grey eyes, noticing the flecks of white in them, making them almost look like smokey quartz the way they quietly twinkle at you.
“y/n-ya” he says.
a pull at your heartstrings makes you feel heavy. you cant move, nor do you want to. you realize this is something youve wanted for a long time. to be alone with law.
he takes your hands into his.
only the sounds of the ocean water rushing against the walls of the submarine filled the room. you could hear your own breathing.
suddenly law leans closer to you, placing a finger under your chin, tilting your face up towards him, feeling dizzy and like you’re moving in slow motion. he leans down and kisses you deeply.
his smell envelops you, like saltwater, clove, and cedar. his lips are soft, warm and plump. you give in to the kiss and you open your mouth a little to invite his tongue in to meet yours. youve never been kissed like this before. by someone who wants you to stay.
you pull away from the kiss, panting for air. hes still holding you close.
“woah” you say and chuckle, not knowing what else to say.
he chuckles too and rubs the back of his neck looking away, a blush spread over his face. you cant help but become completely aroused by his current state.
“i didnt know you wanted me to stay that bad” you joke.
“shuddup y/n-ya.” he smirks, "i'll show you how badly i want you to stay."
he dives in for another open-mouth kiss. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and pressing your body fully onto his. your tongues play and turn over with each other. you let out soft moans from the pure pleasure youre feeling. his leg slides between your thighs and you softly grind on it. kissing madly now, like youve been deprived of any touch for far too long. his hands move up and down your body, tracing your curves. his hands slide under your clothes, the warm touch of his palms heat you up inside. you feel him smile as he continues to kiss you deeply. his lips break away from yours to leave a trail of soft velvety kisses across your jaw and neck. you cant stop moaning. you feel him kissing pulling and biting at your neck, cupping your soft breasts in his huge hands. you slowly slide up his shirt, throwing it on the ground. admiring his tattoos and feeling his abs under your palms. your hand trails lower and you brush over his hard member and you feel it jump behind the fabric. his hands slide down your back and squeezes a handful of your ass. a moan escapes your lips again. you feel his hand move down your torso, to in between your legs, leading towards your pulsating wetness. he uses his skilled fingers to rub circles around your clit. you wriggle your hips in tangent with the motion of his hand, feeling a hot bubble forming behind your walls. you use one hand to loosen your pants and he helps you take off the rest. pulling you onto the small bed of your room, law explores every part of your body with his hands. leading a trail of kisses down to your soaked panties.
"can i take these off?" he asks. you nod profusely and he loops his thumbs under the waistband of your underwear, sliding them off your smooth legs.
he smiles as he looks at your naked flesh, "so pretty" he says as he positions himself between your legs. "oh, will you hang onto this?" he asks, taking off his hat and putting it on your head. "dont want it to get soaked."
"law!" you squeal as he plants a sloppy wet kiss on your clitoris, taking it fully into his mouth and softly suckling it. your eyes immediately roll into the back of your head and your back arches. he eats you like he hasnt had the taste of pussy in years. he licks strips up and down your flower, flicking his tongue right at the tip of your bundle of nerves, making your legs and body twitch madly. you grab fist fulls of his hair and pull him deeper into you. his patterns and rhythm repeating with more speed and passion makes the hot bubble behind your walls pop like a firework, squirting all over his face.
"ohhh my goddd." you moan, trying to catch your breath. you start to laugh at how amazing it felt and how you never knew that you could feel this way from the hands of a man, let alone the surgeon of death.
you look up at him as he wipes his face on your bed sheets. "i'll take it that you accept my apology" he says with a huge smirk on his face.
"i guess i can..." you say sheepishly, and start to giggle.
"now gimme back my hat" he says as he plops his hat back on his s*x hair.
"is that why you always wear a hat? to cover up your s*x hair" you ask letting out a laugh.
“wouldnt you like to know? now unpack your stuff and lets go eat”
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Summary: Life is about lessons, and Wanda has been learning some harsh facts that had define her life and taken her to a place in which she was given a second chance. Then, all of a sudden, she meets you, and she realizes why it's easier to lie to yourself than to accpet what's right in front of her.
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/ Female!reader - America/Kate - Mentions of past Vision/Wanda - past Natasha/Reader - Some Female!Reader/Carol Danvers - Past Shuri/Female!Reader
Warnings: Slow burn - Enemies to friends to lovers - Mentions of abusive relationships - Toxic relationships - angst - drama - mentions of abuse - more tags as the story progress.
Author's note: This chapter was a little hard to write because I want to do an introduction to the situation each one of them is living. But I hope you guys like it, right now Wanda is going through a very difficult time, and Reader is as well though her best defense is to be a little bitchy to hot strangers because it is a nice protective mechanism. It seems everytime Reader meets with Wanda she can't be nice but...well, we will see.
Remember that English is not my mother tongue, so I apologise for any grammar, spelling or funny mistake. I hope you guys enjoy this!
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18
Chapter 2 - New lives
Your eyes were still closed.
You could hear the muffled sound of music coming from the first floor, and the sound of America doing a mess on the kitchen. The light from the sun sneaking inside your room through the blinds until the soft hues of yellow light touched your face. Mornings had become harder ever since you lost your parents, the weight of responsibility settled right in as soon as you regained consciousness and your life choices started dancing right in front of you until you decided to stand up.
A heavy sigh left your lips, the mobile resting on your table was flashing with the couple of messages you were receiving already.
“Fuck.” The curse left your lips with a rusty tone, your hand grabbing the phone to see who wrote to you during the night and most of the morning.
After seeing at least four of them, you knew it would be one of those days.
With another sigh, you sat up ready to start the day.
“Fuck all of this.” You mumbled again before turning around and going to the bathroom.
*****
The taste of coffee on your lips was everything you needed to improve your morning.
That, and watching America danced around the kitchen while sorting the breakfast and her lunch for that school day. The both of you were completely different, yet you two were just the same; you father had married a young woman he met just after your mother died in a car accident. At first you were not so sure with the relationship, you were still a child and your mom was just gone and this woman was nothing like her.
Then, America was born, and you forgot everything about her not being your mom.
If America was your little Sister, then Elena could be her mother.
“So, I see that Carol texted you,” America started in a teasing tone, her eyes taking a good glance at you before going back to the pan on the counter, “are you two going out again?”
“You read the message Carol sent, you mean.” You replied rolling your eyes, America shrugged not really caring about the semantics in the conversation.
“I’m your little sister, and you’re not very good with passwords, I can do what I want.”
“You sounded like Loki.” You replied grimacing a little, America turned around arching a single eyebrow at you.
“You’re so not going to go out of this conversation.” America crossed her arms waiting, for a moment you played with the idea of just not saying anything at all, but America would not drop it and she would find out eventually.
“I am seeing her tonight.” You gave in, shrugging. “She has this thing back at the base and wants me there with her.”
“So, you two guys…” America made a gesture with her hands, you snorted shrugging again.
“No idea.” You played with the fruit on your plate furrowing your brows. “I’m not sure if I want to, you know?”
America softened at your confession, your last serious relationship had been Shuri and that didn't end well. Then you found yourself in several affairs that only bring distractions to your life but not real satisfaction, America glanced at the house that used to be the Romanoff household then she turned her attention back at you.
The last year and a half had not been easy, but whereas America had distracted herself with school and friends you had to take the mantle of big sister and heir to the small fortune left by your parents. She knew you had been under a lot of pressure and, any day now, you would explode under it.
Perhaps, going out with Carol Danvers was what you needed it, even though America herself was not so sure about the blond-haired woman.
"I think you deserve to have some fun, and go out for the time being before you decide to settle for something serious." America leaned against the counter offering you a rare smile, you smiled back at her shrugging again.
“We will see, little sister, we will see."
America winced throwing a towel at you, “don’t call me that. Aren’t you late for work?”
“Aren’t you late for school?” You replied back turning your wrist to see the hour.
“Nah, it’s still earlier, and I’m waiting for Kate.”
You nodded standing up and drinking the last of your coffee, the atmosphere change for a moment and you had to wonder if perhaps you were missing something. There was dust of pink on America’s checks, but otherwise nothing seemed amiss.
“Today I have a meeting about dad’s will, and the succession process.” You said softly, this was something you already discussed with America but the subject was still sore for the both of you. “I think we will need to talk about everything, but how about we do it during lunch tomorrow?”
America swallowed her questions; she nodded offering you a weak smile.
“So, you gonna be late today?” She asked and this time around you caught the tone she used.
“No parties, and certainly no sex in the house, is that understood?”
America almost fell down, her face this time around was completely red with her mouth hanging open. You couldn’t help the laugh leaving your lips at her expression, she was looking flustered and indignant.
“I’m not going to have sex!” America almost yelled, and soon she covered her mouth while glaring at you. “What’s wrong with you?”
“With me? What’s wrong with you? You’re going to have the house for yourself and you’re not going to bring Kate…”
“She is a friend!!”
The way America turned red, and how was tapping on the table told you otherwise. You arched your brow, though decided against any further comment seeing as whatever was happening between Kate and America had not been consolidate. Yet.
“Of course, your friend.” You pressed your lips together holding back your laughter, America pressed a hand on her face trying to hide away her embarrassment.
The vibration from your phone broke the moment, you made a face glancing at the name gleaming through the screen. America leaned in, her brows coming together in a familiar gesture that reminded you of Elena. Your face softened grabbing the phone and putting it away, your arms wrapping around the teen before placing a soft kiss on her head.
“Don’t worry about it, Tony is just…being Tony, and I bet this was actually Pepper messaging me from his phone since I didn’t answer her message of this morning.” You stepped aside grabbing your car keys. “Please, be careful and write me if you need anything, okay?”
“Yeah, don’t worry, I’ll be good, I won’t make any parties and…I won’t do anything you wouldn’t do.”
You chuckled shaking your head, if America did half the things you did at her age you would be in great trouble.
The morning was cold, but the sun was just sneaking around the heavy clouds gliding right above the suburbs. The music started inside your car, your mind already on the million things you would need to face once you get to the Stark Tower; a lot of things had to be sorted out and you knew the conversation you had pending with America needed to happen on that very weekend.
If you had been paying attention to your surroundings, you would have noticed the garage door of the house next door opening, and the red car coming out of the garage with a ruckus happening right in the back seat. But as fate might had wanted it, you were just as distracted as the other woman and, by the time you both realized was happening it was late.
The sound of metal hitting metal was quite evident, your eyes opened wide and you stopped just on time before the hit could be worse than it already was.
“Fuck, what the hell?”
The sound had been an exageration of what actually happened. The woman in the red car had hit the metal bin right sepparating your driveway to the one from your neighbour. In all reality, the hit had been worse for her that had a scratch on the back of her car whereas you almost ran the metal bin with yours.
Still, this only meant another delay and the fact that now you had an idiot for a neighbour. You made a face rolling your eyes when you caught the sound of a door closing and footsteps apporaching.
Nothing could have prepared you for the sight in front of you.
Last night, the woman had been a vision, and an afterthought. You never dreamt of meeting her again, and after being an asshole with her and what she needed it you wished you would never see her again.
Yet, her she was.
This time around she looked different.
Her suit was professional looking, and the light makeup with her hairstyle made her look beautiful. There was still a trace of something in her eyes, a lack of light and heavy bags under her eyes but otherwise she was looking so much different to the mess of a woman you had seen the night before.
The worry in her features soon changed to one of annoyance, and this time around her green eyes gleamed with animosity when they too recognized you.
“You!” She spat with old anger she held from your last encounter, you raised an eyebrow and the annoyance you felt at the moment rose inside your chest making you draw a smile that Wanda found equally annoying to the one you wore the night before.
“Damn, you decided to take revenge for the yogurt yesterday?” You let out a half smile, your phone at the ready taking the pictures. “Do you know this is my part of the street, so in theory is your fault?”
“Excuse me?” Wanda couldn’t believe what she was hearing, she stood there for a moment trying to gather her courage after the impact. "What the hell is your malfunction?"
She was still trembling, the cries from the twins resounding in her head and the bad night sleep taking its toll on her. You opened your mouth to speak when your phone started ringing, this time around Pepper was the one calling.
“Look, as interesting as this could turn out to be, I have cameras and everything to proof you fucked up.” You said walking backwards to your car. “Let’s not make a big deal of this, afterall I did not suffer any damage...but I can always point you over to a good driving instructor so this won't happen again? I would hate for next time you hitting my car in the safety of our driveways."
You glanced at your phone, then at your watch and without looking back to a dumbstruck Wanda you waved good-bye.
"Have a good day, Lady!"
Wanda was still trembling when you drove down the street, your mouth opening and closing while discussing with someone over the phone. Wanda clenched her eyes shut, her trembling hand resting on the side of the car while she repeated the same mantra inside her head over and over again.
It wasn’t him; it wasn’t him…it wasn’t him. He doesn’t know you’re here.
The muffled sound of crying made her stirred into action, opening the door she accommodated herself to calm down Billy while Tommy grabbed his favorite blanket closer to his chest. The tears were rolling down her face, she whispered sweet things to Billy while offering a shaky smile until the boy sniffed grabbing Wanda’s hand in his.
Wanda knew she would be late that day, her morning had not been better than her night but at least this time around there was no one around to scream at her, to drag her back into the house for her stupidity and her distracted nature. The car could survive, and she would certainly send the other woman to hell for being a complete asshole but for now the important thing was that she and the kids were safe.
What were the odds that the same stupid woman from the day before was the same one living next door?
Wanda shook her head making sure Billy and Tommy were fine, before going to the front and making her way to the school. That day, her new life would start and she wouldn’t let anyone, specially someone as incredible stupid as the woman next door to mess with her humour, or the new life she was trying to build.
*****
The nursery was filled with children form the faculty, as well as some of the younger siblings of the students going to the Elementary and the High School right next door. The institution was actually one of the few prestigious schools in the country, it had been built for the students with great minds but probably without the resources to afford the best education the country could offer. It had been stablished in the early 50´s and the school board was led by one of the most important women in the educational system in the country.
Natasha Romanoff wrapped her arms tightly around Wanda, the young woman dropped her shoulders and allowed the comfort this gesture brough to her soul. They had met almost a year ago, the last time Wanda had been at the hospital with a broken arm and a knife wound; that day Natasha had offered a way out and Wanda had taken it without any hesitation.
“How are you doing? How was the trip? The house, was of your liking?”
Natasha was beautiful, with a light makeup and red lips matching her hair many confused her beauty for stupidity or even for her being an easy piece of ass. On the contrary, Natasha was a shark amongst a world govern by men, her inner circle was made of great men and women that had been trying to build a better society in the midst of politics and difficulties. She was smart, and assertive with great ideas as how the things at school should be done and her side job had been of great help to women and men around the country that suffered the horrors of violence in their households.
Wanda offered a shaky smile, her eyes dancing around the small room before they settled on the twins.
“It has been…hard.” She replied in a soft voice, “last night I couldn’t help but look at the clock on the wall and…”
Natasha softened nodding; her hand placed on the woman’s arm before she too went to look at the twins that were playing together in a corner.
“It takes time, Wanda, don’t rush yourself.” Natasha then nodded at the twins. “They will get there, and you too.”
“Thank you for everything, the house was…it was amazing.” She then made a face, she wasn’t sure if she should mention the fact her neighbour was a bitch, Natasha noticed her expression and squeezed her arm softly.
“What is it?”
“Oh, nothing just…I have an encounter with this woman, she was a total bitch and…I think that’s the only bad thing that happen to me since getting here, you know?”
Natasha chuckled shaking her head, “well, I’m glad that’s the only bad thing so far, bitchy people are all around the world you just have to ignore them.”
Wanda shrugged nodding, she hesitated for a moment before following Natasha out of the nursery and down a long hall connecting to the main building.
“You will be with the seniors class, they are…special.” Natasha hesitated for a moment before laughing at Wanda’s expression. “Special as in they are in advanced levels but on different fields, not as in troublemakers.”
Wanda made a face shaking her head apologetically, “I didn’t mean…I mean, all children deserve a fair treatment, and being difficult is just part of their grow process or…”
“Oh, don’t misunderstand me, every single student in this place is a troublemaker.” Natasha commented, her lips never loosen up the smile adorning her features. “I think that’s the best part of this job.”
Natasha made a brief description of the building and the students, Wanda was listening attentively admiring everything around her. The students would come in greeting Natasha and herself before running down the halls or screaming or laughing, Wanda couldn’t help the smile adorning her features at the familiarity of it all. She remembered still the day she graduated from University and went right ahead to look for a job, weeks after having married Vis; her life had been amazing up until Vis stated he didn’t like her going out so much and always being late or working at home and much less being around so many kids and their parents.
Wanda’s dream of being a teacher soon came crashing down after a school meeting, it had been innocent enough but that day Wanda learned the true nature of her husband and weeks later she quit.
“This is amazing.” Wanda finally commented with a smile, Natasha nodded signalling the black door down the hall. “This will be your classroom, I know your specialty was English and Spanish, but I also know you have some knowledge of Cultural Studies and literature, that’s what I want you to do with them.”
Wanda nodded enthusiastically, she had received the lesson plan for the semester and the study plan for the whole year. These kids were really high advanced in everything they did and her classes would be a way to help them develop critical thinking and argumentation skills during debates; at least that was what Wanda would like to teach them.
“No one knows about your past, Wanda.” Natasha finally said opening the door and handing the key to Wanda, she walked towards the desk were she had organized the files the young woman would need. “You are here with your maiden name, and with a nice backstory, remember that.”
“I will, Natasha. I don’t know…I really don’t know how to thank you for everything you have done for me.” Wanda finally stated turning to the woman, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears. “I will do my best, I…thank you.”
“Don’t need to thank me, Wanda.” Natasha offered another hug to the woman. “That’s what we’re here for, remember that part of the process is talking about it and you have a meeting with Hope tomorrow.”
“I know, I will be there.” Wanda then leaned back chewing on her lip with uncertainty, Natasha furrowed her brow tilting her head.
“What is it?”
“The twins, I mean…I can’t take them with me but…”
Natasha nodded understanding what Wanda meant, she pointed with her head to the classroom chuckling.
“You have at least twenty teens in this place, you can ask one of them to babysit for you.” Natasha shook her head before Wanda could reply. “You will need a babysitter either way, you can ask around and if you’re still unsure, come over later on and I will help you with that.”
Once Natasha left, Wanda was left alone in the classroom.
This place was like nothing she had seen before, the desks and the walls, the windows and the general decoration was relaxing and actually quite homey. Wanda sat on her desk, the laptop resting there had her name already and the password ended up being her employee ID. She started looking around the different files, the names of her students and what each one of them had been doing up until that point. Natasha was not kidding when she said all of them were gifted in some way.
It wasn’t only about Academy, most of them were either good at sports or arts, some of them were pretty good at politics and science. The good and the bad was included in the files, and Wanda realized that even if everything was looking pretty and organise there were internal problems that sometimes affected the overall performance.
Wanda learned that one of her students was a loner, not a single friend and with absent parents. Another one lost her parents in a car accident and her big sister ended up taken care of her. One of the kids was living with his uncles, and another one found recently he was adopted with a real father that almost killed him when he went to confront him.
Wanda jumped on her chair when the door of the classroom open and a group of girls came right in, all of them talking loudly until they realized the room was not empty.
“Oh, sorry I…we didn’t know there was someone in here already…” America hesitated for a moment, her eyes wide open observing the woman sitting at the professor’s desk.
“Oh, please!” Wanda stood up smiling tentatively at the group. “Come on in, we’re about to start.”
“What’s the delay, Chavez? Move it!” Yelena went right in pushing through the group until she stopped dead on her tracks, scowling openly at the woman standing in the room. “Who the hell are you?”
“Yelena!” Kate and America exclaimed at the same time, Wanda opened her eyes surprised, she took a breath trying to calm down her beating heart.
“I’m Wanda Maximoff, the new teacher.”
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Rain had started falling again.
This time around, it was a mild drizzle with low temperatures and strong winds. Wanda sighed looking at the time on her watch walking down the halls leading to the nursery. Even with the bad weather, and with the tiredness of the day, Wanda couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. She was back in the classroom, and she had enjoyed the class itself too much. Her students were smart, they would participate in every activity she proposed and in general the different classes she had given that day had been a success.
It was as if she was recovering a small part of her life she lost all those years ago.
With her body almost giving up, she turned around the corner noticing at that moment the loud conversation at the other end of the hall.
Loki crossed his arms glaring at the five year old boy that was glaring at him equally annoyed, America and Kate both hid their smiles behind their hands while Yelena and Kamala were just waiting exasperated.
“Now!” Loki barked to which the boy shook his head stomping his feet on the ground.
“No!”
Inside the room, Billy and Tommy were watching wide eye the scene, their eyes lit up as soon as they saw the familiar form of their mother coming to the room.
“MOM!” The group jumped at the exclamation; Wanda softened slightly kneeling down to receive the hugs from the twins.
“Professor Maximoff.” America turned slightly, softening under the scene. “Oh, we didn’t know you have children. Hey there, guys.”
America knelt down offering a half smile to the twins, the two boys glanced at her then back at Wanda that was smiling tiredly at everyone.
“Yes, they are Billy.” She said pointing to the boy wearing the green shirt. “And Tommy. Children, these are my students, America, Kate, Yelena, Kamala and Loki.”
Yelena crossed her arms, though she was impressed by the memory of the new teacher. Kate and Kamala did the same as America kneeling down to greet at the twins while Loki and the blond-haired kid were still in a glaring contest.
“Hi.” Tommy mumbled snuggling closer to Wanda, the young woman glanced at Loki then at the kid.
“Are you guys okay? You need any help?” She asked tentatively, America chuckled standing up while shaking her head.
“Nah, this is…like their bonding time, happens every time.”
“Balder refuses to use his jacket, Loki refuses to get him out of here without the jacket.” Continued Kate shrugging.
“And then, Loki would blackmail the kid, and everyone is happy.” Finished Yelena eyeing the woman in front of her.
Wanda lifted her eyebrows half amused and half confused by this, she glanced at Tommy and Billy both of them looking in disapproval.
“I see, guys go for your jackets, we’re leaving.” Wanda watched as Tommy grabbed Billy’s hand dragging him back inside the room.
“They’re so cute, Professor.” Kate offered shyly.
“Thank you, they can be a handful, though.” Wanda replied softening slightly. “Double the trouble, but quite worth it.”
America was about to speak when  Loki huffed lifting his arms in defeat.
“Fine! One ice cream and one chocolate bar, nothing else.”
Balder smirked nodding stretching his little hand to him, before running back to the nursery. Loki shook his eyes glaring at everyone lifting a single finger.
“Not a word.” Loki straightened up directing his usual charming smile to the older woman. “Professor Maximoff, glad to see you around, I hope you have a wonderful day?”
Wanda opened her eyes slightly, her lips curling slightly at the over politeness from Loki.
“I did, thank you, Loki.”
America rolled her eyes, and Wanda realized this was really something that happened on a daily basis. She watched as her children came back in, for a brief moment she hesitated with her eyes dancing around the room then back to the twins.
“Mom, we’re ready!”
“I’m hungry.”
Wanda leaned in putting some strands of hair out of Billy’s face, “I know baby, we’re going home and making your favourite today.”
Billy’s eyes lit up nodding enthusiastically, Wanda straightened up ready to say good-bye when something else pushed inside her mind.
“Well, I think this is it for today,” she smiled at the teens grabbing the twins on each hand, she hesitated for a moment before speaking again, “I hope you kids have a great rest of the afternoon and a nice weekend.”
“Thank you, ma’am, I wish the same for you.” Loki replied bowing his head, Kamala hit him on his arm shaking her head exasperate.
“Stop the theatrics.” Kamala turned to the older woman waving slightly. “Bye, Professor, happy weekend.”
“I didn’t know she had children.” Yelena finally said once she was sure Wanda was out of earshot. “Actually, we don’t know much about her, don’t you think?”
Kamala shrugged writing over her phone, “so what? She deserves her privacy, and I think her class was pretty cool.”
“I’m not talking about that, I know it was cool.” Yelena scoffed crossing her arms. “I just…Natasha has been quite mysterious about this new teacher, and now that we met her well…she didn’t say much about herself when she introduced to us.”
“Don’t tell me you’re suspecting her of something, Yelena.” Kate shook her head bumping into the other woman. “I thought she was nice, and quite smart.”
“And beautiful.” Loki chimed in, his eyes glassing over dreamily. “Did you see her eyes? Her hair? Her face?”
America nodded standing beside Loki, Kate shot her a quick glance rolling her eyes.
“I have to agree with Loki, Professor Maximoff is quite beautiful”
“She is hot, I agree.” Yelena made a face when Kamala and Kate glanced at her. “I’m Ace not an idiot, I can say she is hot without wanting to jump her bones…I’m not like these two.”
America and Loki made a face quite offended.
“I don’t want to jump her bones!” America defended herself. “I just think she is hot!”
“I wouldn’t say know, she doesn’t look that old, but she has children, ergo she is married.” Loki replied shrugging.
“That and Sylvie probably kills him if she finds out.” Kamala mumbled chuckling, Loki flushed ready to reply until Balder grabbed his hand putting on him.
“Are we ready, Loki?”
“Let us not discuss this anymore.” Loki glared at Kamala who was about to reply with a teasing smile on her lips. “I don’t have more money to blackmail the brat over here.”
“I’m not a braaat!”
The discussion went on between Loki and Balder, America stood right beside Kate making sure Yelena dragged Kamala down the hall with the arguing from the brothers filling up the emptiness in the building. Kate turned to America, her smile growing big when she noticed the other woman looking at her with some nervousness noticeable in her posture.
“What is it?”
“Oh, no, I just…” America hesitated for a moment, she had the whole speech prepare until her eyes fell on a small lump on the ground. “What’s that?”
Kate sighed rolling her eyes, she turned to see America standing up with what look like a blue blanket with cars and football balls on it.
“I think that’s a blanket,” Kate said chuckling while looking around the place then back at America. “Do you think this belongs to one of the kids from Professor Maximoff?”
America shrugged turning around before grabbing Kate’s hand, “come, let’s see if she is still in the parking lot.”
Kate flushed nodding, her hand closing tightly around America’s one.
Wanda massaged the bridge of her nose, Tommy was complaining and she just noticed his favourite blanket was not with them. She was trying to think of a solution, she couldn’t go back to the building without putting the children out of the baby seats the rain was starting to fall harder and faster, and she was already soaking wet from the effort of putting them protectively in the car.
Thunder broke into the sky, Billy opened his eyes with tears forming in his eyes. Wanda was about to say something when her name being called made her look back. She could see America and Kate coming over, one of them holding a familiar sight.
“Oh, God, you found it!” The relief was quite evident in her face, America stood there breathing hard passing over the blanket with a smile.
“I think this is yours.”
“You don’t know how much I love you right now.” Wanda exclaimed going back in to hand the item over to Tommy.
America blushed lightly smiling sheepishly at her new teacher, Wanda was a mess at the moment but she smiled tiredly at both teens.
“Thank you, really, Tommy…he can’t sleep without that.” Wanda then opened her eyes wide looking around then pointing at her car. “Do you guys need a ride? You can’t go around with this weather…”
“Oh, no, no, don’t worry, Professor, we just thought we bring you this and then…we…go back…”
“Are you sure? I wouldn’t mind, and it’s the least I can do…” Wanda started but Kate shook her head smiling politely at her.
“Don’t worry, Professor, really, my car is down the other parking lot.”
America furrowed her brows, then she too nodded at Wanda who smile at them.
“Okay, then, go. This rain could be bad for you guys.”
Before Kate and America could walk away, Wanda straightened up loosing her nervousness and her inadequacy with the situation itself.
“Kate! America!” the teens stopped turning around with questioning glances on their faces. “By any chance, do you know anyone interested in a babysitter job?”
America blinked a couple of times at the question, she could see the question in Wanda’s eyes as well as the small hint of desperation in her green eyes. Without thinking too much, America nodded with her lips curled into a smile.
“I am.”
Kate opened her eyes for a moment before frowning slightly, Wanda’s expression lit up and relief was quite evident in her eyes.
“You do, really?”
“Yeah, sure, when do you need me to help?” America said letting go of Kate’s hand for a moment before putting her phone out.
“Oh, well, if it is not too short notice, tomorrow at around 2pm?”
Kate crossed her arms looking everywhere but at America or their new teacher, she tried to scare her thoughts away. She tried to convince herself this was America being America and always ready to help everyone; but she couldn’t help but remember the conversation they held in the nursery.
She is hot.
So what? Professor Maximoff was off limits, right? First, she was a teacher, and second you was an adult, probably the same age as America’s sister so…Anyway, why did it bother Kate so much? It wasn’t as if America and her…as if anything was happening…
“Hey, Kate, you okay?” Kate jumped shocked, America was standing in front of her with a creased of her brows.
“yeah, you…” Kate shook her head noticing they were alone in the parking lot, under the rain of mid-afternoon. “You ready?”
“Yeah, Professor Maximoff said she will text me later for the details.” America said smiling. “You know? I just thought, she needed help and…”
“Right, and America Chavez jumped right into the rescue. As always.” Kate huffed stepping back and giving her back to the young woman. “Never mind the woman is hot as hell, right?”
“What? What are you talking about?” America was confused, Kate shot her a glare before shaking her head.
“Never mind, come Loki and the others must be waiting for us.”
Kate walked away without looking back at America, and America felt something was amiss with the sudden change of attitude from Kate but, for her life, that she couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
On her car, driving down the streets through the rain and the babbling from the twins Wanda smiled in relief. She had solved the problem for the babysitter, and her appointment with Hope Pym could take place without any issue.
Finally, it seemed as if the world was smiling at her, and her life was going back to what it should have been.
The incident of that morning completely forgotten.
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cielie-voss · 3 months
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I wish you a very unmerry christmas.
Eddie Munson x Reader
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Warnings: shitty family, some curse words, brief mentions of alcohol consumption, established relationship, pet names, kinda gender neutral reader.
A/n: I just absolutely hate Christmas, so this is my attempt to do something for other Christmas hater.
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“Hey, Y/N! About Christmas … “
The crunching snow under his feet made his attempt to sneak up behind me unnoticed fail spectacularly. As soon as the word ‘Christmas’ left his lips, I rolled my eyes and pressed my lips into a thin line.
“Sorry Eddie, I have already plans for Christmas. It’s mom’s birthday, the whole family is there, you know…”
"Oh yeah, right. I completely forgot about that.” The disappointment was written all over his face when I used my mother's birthday, which I hated, as an excuse not to have to celebrate Christmas.
“Maybe you’ll have time to come to me afterwards. Wayne would like to invite you and meet you.”
“Yeah, maybe,” I starved him off with a fake smile. “I gotta go. See you, honey!" I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before running through the snow towards home. The sound that the fresh snow makes as you rush over it is about the only thing I really like about Christmas and winter.
Throughout my life, Christmas has always been filled with stress, arguments and the hideous charade of acting like a happy, functioning family. And that hasn't changed to this day.
For the next few days I tried to keep myself busy, whatever it was, to avoid Eddie. We've only been together for six months and it was our first Christmas as a couple, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him how much this day, this time of the year, was taking a toll on me mentally. Seeing his excited and joyful smile disappear from his lips would break my heart. Although he didn’t have a very good relationship with Christmas either, he still seemed to have the hope of celebrating a nice Christmas with Wayne and me after all these years. Without dispute. Without hate. Only love and security. And I didn't want to take this illusion away from him.
After history class, Jeff pulled me aside. “Since when is your mother’s birthday more important to you than Eddie?” He looked down at me with a frown, a hint of skepticism flashing in his eyes. Jeff was responsible for me meeting Eddie. Sometimes I'm not even sure if he intended to set us up together.
“It’s her birthday, that’s important.” Okay, even if I tried to sell this lie as sincerely and honestly as possible, I wouldn't have believed it either. And neither did Jeff, who knew me better than I would like.
“You hate your mother.” That was a fact. “Or do you want to break up with Eddie?” Something reproachful flashed over his face.
“Fuck, no. I won’t leave Eddie,” I reassured him. “But I hate Christmas even more than spending time with my mother,” I finally confessed and turned my gaze down to the dirty floor, which now only consisted of melted snow and grit from outside and therefore posed a huge slipping hazard.
"What? How can one hate Christmas?” His surprised look irritated me a little. Outside of my family, he was the only one who knew how disharmonious the mood at home was.
“How can one hate Christmas? I’ll tell you. I just hate everything about it. From that hypocritical 'I love everyone' attitude, to that damn snow, cold, the absolute terrible music and disgusting food. I would love to burn every one of those horribly decorated Christmas trees I see. And my family? They hate each other 24/7, 364 days a year, and on Christmas Day we all suddenly love each other incredibly much?” I snorted derisively and then continued my rant. “The stress of buying the right gift for everyone, it shouldn't be too expensive, otherwise the other person will have a bad conscience, but it also shouldn't be too simple and cheap, otherwise the other person might not feel valued enough. And don’t even get me started on this false joy over another pair of darn socks!”
“But you love socks,” Jeff interjected, earning a deadly glance from me.
“That’s irrelevant here, you know what I mean.”
“Y/N, I can imagine that in the past, Christmas didn’t bring up too fond memories for you. But don't you think you could give the celebration of love another chance? With the person you love?” Damn, he was right. Why did he always have to be right? I grumbled and ran my hands through my hair.
“I don’t want to disappoint him, not yet. He's so excited for Christmas and I don't want to ruin that for him. We haven’t known each other long enough and I don’t want to give him a reason to hate me so soon.”
“He won’t hate you.” Jeff's voice became quieter and gentler, his eyes tried to look into mine, but I returned my gaze to the wet floor. Yes, fear of abandonment is nothing nice, especially not when you have finally found the person with whom you are happy and with whom you can be who you are. Eddie loves me just the way I am. But I am still convinced that if I spoiled this Christmas, which he seems to be looking forward to like a little child, with my aversion, he would resent me and perhaps see me differently. And I don't want to jeopardize what we have, not because of such an unnecessary little thing. The bell saved me from this unpleasant interrogation and I was able to escape from my best friend.
Christmas and my mother's birthday were getting closer and closer, and with each passing day I began to isolate myself more and more. The last day of school before the holidays was pure torture. From all sides I had to listen to everyone around me telling me how perfectly all their families would spend their Christmas time, how happy everyone was to finally be able to sit together with the whole family again, drink eggnog, sing songs, bake and cook. And every time someone told me about it, I had to put on my mask, fake a happy smile, and make up lies so that I wouldn't spoil everyone else's anticipation with my unhappiness. I couldn't wait for the bell to ring one last time and send all the Hawkins High students off to their well-deserved Christmas. I gave Eddie a kiss goodbye, wished him and Wayne a merry Christmas and promised that we would see each other again in the next few days. And before he could say anything, I was already trudging through the snow towards home.
As I strolled through the cold and tried to delay my arrival home as much as possible, I was already making mental plans on how I could escape my family as often and as quickly as possible in the next few days to be alone.
My arrival was acknowledged by my family as always: silently and with the occasional eye roll. Without another word, I disappeared into my room and tried to somehow vent my anger. I leafed through my favorite book, but the pages seemed empty and without content, nothing that piqued my interest. Even when I tried to use my knitting yarn to somehow banish the emptiness inside me, I failed. With a deep sigh, I let the yarn and knitting needles disappear back into the basket from which I had taken them out just moments before. I stared blankly into a seemingly endless void, every now and then the voices of my neighbors playing in the snow outside my window caught my attention.
Time really passed at a snail's pace. When my sister called me to dinner, I crept downstairs and sank into the chair at the dining room table.
“How was school?” my mother tried to feign interest in me and my life after a few minutes of awkward silence.
“Good,” I mumbled after swallowing the dry, tasteless mush that was supposed to be meatloaf. “Everything’s fine.” She just nodded appreciatively and then went back to eating. As soon as I had satisfied my stomach's growling for food, I brought my dishes into the kitchen and quickly disappeared back to my room.
I tried again to pass the time with Dracula, read a few pages, and scribbled small sketches in the margins with a pencil.
After just a few pages my eyelids became heavy and I found it increasingly difficult to follow van Helsing's explanations. So I put the book aside again, slipped into my pajamas and wrapped myself in my blanket. Sleep soon overcame me, literally saving me from the yawning emptiness within me and the absence of my thoughts.
Actually I should be happy, I haven't slept so much in a long time. It seemed as if my body wanted to make up for what it had missed.
In the morning, Bobby Helms' voice coming from downstairs woke me up. ‘Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock’
Grumbling, I rolled over onto my stomach and buried my head in my pillow to shield my ears from the noise. Unsuccessful.
After just a few moments, my little brother banged on my door, just in case the music at an uncomfortable volume from downstairs hadn't already woken me up.
I responded with a loud “YES!” to stop him from punching a hole in my door. He clattered down the stairs. Much quieter - and also slower - I followed him a little later, after putting on the most hideous Christmas sweater and a pair of jeans. Staring at the steps below me with intense concentration so as not to fall and with the temple of my glasses between my teeth, I combed through my hair with my fingers and tied it into a rather messy braid with a worn-out scrunchy. When I reached the end of the stairs, I pushed my glasses up my nose, put on an almost ironic grin and hugged my mother.
“I wish you a wonderful birthday!” What a lie. Everyone knew it, but no one said anything.
“Oh thank you so much, my darling!” she replied and broke the hug. Well, that takes care of the most important part.
Finally, my grandfather shuffled down the stairs, grumbling and cursing capitalism, which he believed was the reason for this commercial exploitation of an originally pagan holiday claimed by the church.
To maintain the charade of a harmonious and loving family, we all sat down at the lavish breakfast table to celebrate my mother's birthday. Like every year, breakfast this year was quite quiet. Only the radio presenter's voice brought some life into this spectacle.
After breakfast I stayed for the obligatory birthday present-giving, then I disappeared into my room for some peace and quiet until dinner. This year I used an important project as an excuse to get away from my family, but promised to be back down by dinner at the latest.
We spent dinner in silence, just as we did breakfast. My grandfather, already a little drunk from the eggnog, started telling his stories from his army days again and filled the living room with the smoke of his cigar.
It didn't take long until a stupid comment from my cousin sparked a discussion between my father and my uncle, mom's brother. I couldn't say exactly what they were arguing about again. But it didn't interest me any more than my grandmother's neighbor's digestive problems. Absolutely not at all.
At a moment when everyone was waiting anxiously for the argument to become violent and so that no one would notice my disappearance, I sneaked out of the living room and sought refuge in my room. I put on the headphones from my Walkman, put in a Van Halen cassette and looked at the night sky that I had painted with Jeff's help on the ceiling above my bed.
It took a lot of effort to keep my feelings closed and buried deep inside. As soon as the first tears stung my eyes, I swallowed the flood of anger and hatred and sadness. Over and over again. Of course, somewhere deep inside me I wanted a harmonious Christmas. I longed for love, affection, and security. But what I was presented with every year was feigned affection. To the outside world, our acting might seemed realistic, as if we were a loving family like any other, enjoying our time together and appreciating each other. But when you know what's behind that mask, it's just pathetic. Even as a child, I had given up hoping for a merry Christmas. In addition, for us as children, Christmas was more our mother's birthday than Christmas, so of course we missed that Christmas anticipation that every child feels. A Christmas, peaceful and relaxed, without quarreling uncles and aunts, without snide remarks from my grandfather, without anybody making fun of how I looked, without my uncle, in whose eyes I am depraved and a Satan worshiper just because I refused to go to church and listened to music that violated christian values. Just one year, one Christmas, where everyone gets along and doesn't have to pretend. Maybe one day I'll make it. Together with Eddie. Maybe Jeff was right and Eddie is my Christmas miracle, igniting the spark in me and helping me learn to love Christmas.
With the music ringing in my ears, the turmoil raging outside my sanctuary disappeared and brought me some peace. After a while, without noticing, sleep came over me.
The next day the masquerade began again. After breakfast, the little presents were unwrapped and the annual disappointment was masked by false gratitude and joy before my mother turned the attention back to herself. She just can't help but always want to be the center of attention.
As I said goodbye shortly after the presents were given - I pretended that Wayne and Eddie had invited me - I thought I saw a glimmer of relief in my mother's eyes.
I slipped on my favorite sweater and one of the countless ripped jeans that my mother had tried to patch, against my will of course. I stuffed some cookies, a bottle of water and the book Eddie had lent me a few weeks ago - a very worn copy of The Hobbit - into my bag and drove my little Ford Pinto through the empty streets of Hawkins.
After a few minutes I came to a small cabin in the forest. As kids, Jeff and I found this abandoned cabin and made it our secret hideout. Over the years we have furnished it with old sofa cushions and patched leaky holes in the roof or the cracked windows with foil. I wiped the thin layer of dust from one of the pillows and settled in there with the cookies and the book. After a short while, however, I heard the hum of an engine and the light of two headlights crept through the cracks in the rotten wooden boards.
I carefully stuck my finger between the pages so as not to lose the passage I was reading and leaned to the side. Through the knothole in the wood I saw a dirty white van and a large figure dressed in black who got out and seemed to look around. I turned off the flashlight so as not to give any indication that I was in the cabin. But the next time I looked through the hole in the wall, the person was gone and the van's lights had gone out. I narrowed my eyebrows in question when the door to the hut suddenly and screechingly opened.
I stared at Eddie's face, perplexed, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
"Hey sweety." The greeting was, contrary to what I expected, friendly. I started to panic inside because I had told him I didn't have time to meet him over the holidays. Now that he found me here, alone, in the middle of the forest, he inevitably knew that this was a lie. But he didn't seem angry, disappointed or upset at all.
“How …” I couldn’t say anything else. I was confused and somewhat speechless by both his presence and his reaction.
He searched for the right words for a moment before answering me. “Jeff.” Of course. I could have guessed it too. "May I come inside?"
I nodded and put the book aside, inserting a candy wrapper between the pages as a bookmark. To my surprise, Eddie had a large basket with him, which he placed at my feet. Frowning, I leaned forward and tried to see the contents of the basket. But as soon as I leaned forward, Eddie pushed the basket further away from me with a cheeky grin.
“Well, well! Don’t be so curious,” he admonished me before briefly going outside again. When he returned to the cabin, he had a small, decorated Christmas tree in tow. I was already rolling my eyes internally. I had sought refuge in the cabin from all this Christmas madness, and now Eddie came here with that same madness.
“Eddie, I…” He didn’t let me finish and interrupted me with an excited tone in his voice.
“Give me just a moment.” With a raised index finger he indicated that I should stay seated and wait for him. And I did. He disappeared from the hut for a moment and returned with a baseball bat.
“I actually wanted to pick you up earlier, but your father said that you were already on your way to me.”
“Eddie, I -” And again he interrupted me and didn't even let me say my apology. But his gaze was gentle, caring, and not angry or disappointed as I would have assumed.
“I met Jeff outside and he gave me the tip about the hut.” Eddie sat down next to me and looked at me with these puppy eyes that made me weak. I felt absolutely horrible. I lied to him and avoided him. The fact that he wasn't angry with me or blamed me only made me more insecure.
He paused for a moment, looking awkwardly at the floor, before continuing.
"I overheard you and Jeff's conversation," he confessed. I sensed he felt bad about this. “It wasn’t on purpose, I swear. I heard you and was, admittedly, a little curious. After you acted so distant, I thought you might want to break up with me.” Now it was my turn to interrupt him.
“Eddie, I would never leave you,” I promised him and put my hand on his knee.
“I know,” he said, the smile returning to his lips. “I overheard that you hate Christmas and are afraid of scaring me away.” He paused for a moment and looked deep into my eyes.
“I thought you would be disappointed. You seemed so happy about Christmas, I didn't want to spoil it for you - "
“And give me a reason to love you less?” he completed my sentence, to which I agreed with a nod.
“I would be an incredible fool to stop loving you because of this.” If only he knew what relief those words brought me. “If anything, I would only love you more if that was possible.” We both laughed and the mood immediately relaxed.
“Anyway, I have a present for you.”
“But I have nothing for you,” I replied, whereupon he reassured me: “It doesn’t matter. Nothing would make me happier than doing this with you anyway.”
I raised an eyebrow as I watched him unpack the basket. He pulled out two pizza boxes.
“Since you can’t stand all this Christmas food, how about pizza?”
Next he pulled two cans of beer out of the basket with the words “And eggnog is overrated and disgusting anyway.”
Now he turned to the tree. The Christmas tree ornaments glittered in the weak light, which illuminated the hut through the cracks in the roof and walls. He placed the Christmas tree in the middle of the hut and handed me the baseball bat with a big grin. He didn't have to say anything, I knew exactly what he was going to do.
“Where did you get that tree?” I wanted to know as I took the bat from him.
He shrugged his shoulders and explained in an indifferent tone, “I don’t know. From some front yard.”
My gaze wandered over the Christmas tree, the pizza, the beer, and my broadly grinning friend. To be honest, I couldn't ask for anything better at that moment. Even a 'real' Christmas, like the ones we see in films, couldn't top this moment.
“Oh, and before I forget.” He dug out a battery-operated cassette player from the basket, pressed the play button, and when the first beats of Metallica's 'For whom the bell tolls' rang out, he scoffed: "All those Christmas songs are unbearable anyway."
I was close to tears. I couldn't have dreamed of a better Christmas. I looked at everything he had brought with glassy eyes.
“Eddie, this is incredible.” My voice was broken and I had to try hard not to burst into tears of joy. Not because I was allowed to live out my hatred of Christmas. But because I was so touched and overwhelmed by what Eddie had organized for me. I had never experienced such affection before.
“I wish you a very unmerry Christmas.” He announced, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pressing a kiss to the crown of my head.
“Yeah, you too, darling,” I replied happily and reached up to kiss him.
"You're the best thing that ever happened to me. This is the best worst Christmas,” I whispered against his lips. "I love you."
“I love you too, sweetie.” He looked into my eyes lovingly and pushed a strand of hair behind my ear.
I could never have imagined that Eddie and I would spend our first Christmas like this, standing in front of the burning remains of the Christmas tree, with pizza and beer in hand and Metallica playing in the background. And it was the first of many Christmases we experienced together.
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marvelsswansong · 2 years
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hi~ can I request a steve or eddie x reader where they asked them out to watch scary movies with the gang or just them on a date not knowing y/n secretly loves anything horror-related, thank youuu! loved your stories btw 💕
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𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 (𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲)
summary: Steve's desperate to ask you out - so desperate, in fact, that he takes on Dustin's advice to ask you out on a horror movie night. Only, it backfires because you don't easily get scared: in fact, you love horror movies.
tags: Steve x gn!reader, pining!Steve who is bad at asking you out, humor, pure fluff, Dustin and Erica coming in clutch as wingman/wingwoman, short and sweet, happy ending duh, oneshot
☆ word count: 2.7K+☆
⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️
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Steve already regrets his decision to host an impromptu movie night at his place in an effort to impress you because of two reasons.
One, the invitation has somehow stretched to include Robin by way of you suggesting to bring her along when Steve had proposed the night in the first place (totally catching him off guard), then Robin had invited Eddie, who then invited all the kids from Hellfire.
Two, it's a piece of dating advice he took from Dustin.
This has to be rock bottom, Steve thinks internally, running a hand down his face at the realization that he's gotten so desperate to date you that he's taken dating advice from a literal teenager. Said teenager who now, will also be joining in on his 'horror movie date' with you.
Not that Steve called it a date when he'd ask you, of course. He'd tried to feign nonchalance, casually turning his head to the side to avoid eye contact, maintaining a chill tone and casual attitude whilst leaning against the counter of Family Video.
"If you're free Friday night, the store's getting the first few copies of the VHS release of Fright Night." Steve had said coolly, as if what he was asking was no big deal.
"Really?" you'd piqued up with immediate interest at that, bright eyes twinkling with curiosity and the glossy smile on your lips sent a shiver down his spine. Fuck, you were so attractive to him.
"Yeah. You could come over to my place and we could watch the movie right when it comes out. If you wanna, of course."
You eagerly nodded at that, clearly excited.
"Sounds awesome! We can make it an even more fun night by ordering pizza and inviting Robin-" you'd already started rattling off, clasping your backpack over your shoulder. Steve had attempted to speak up to correct you, the mention of inviting other people filling his mouth with bitter tones, but you were already rushing out of the store in a hurry.
"Let's iron out the details tomorrow, okay? Bye, see you!" you'd yelled whilst standing up on your bike, flashing him a quick grin and a thumbs up in the air before cycling off into the distance. Robin had emerged from the inventory room then, wide smirk on her face, to which Steve only raised his left hand to silence her teasing.
"Don't even get started."
Steve had been flirting with you - from his point of view - excessively and heavily. 'Running' into you at the grocery store. Offering you rides on rainy days. Making a point to swing by your summer job at the local bakery under a variety of excuses: Dustin wanted a bagel, Robin forgot to grab breakfast, he heard from Jonathan that the new cinnamon buns were amazing... All to be able to see your face light up with recognition and to hopefully hear your melodic laughter.
But you were so friendly and nice to everyone that his pursuit for your love was beginning to drive him crazy. He had no way of knowing if you were picking up on his advances or if you were simply disinterested because you were already taken. That was the curse of you being new to Hawkins, the struggles of you being the mysterious, attractive newcomer that elicited stares and compliments everywhere you went.
Perhaps that was why Steve was desperate enough to receive advice from Dustin, when you'd quickly excused yourself to the bathroom at the arcade, and the curly haired boy had sighed dramatically and walked straight up to Steve - abandoning the rest of his friends by the Tron machine.
"We need to talk, Harrington." Dustin had said, hands on his hips, a serious expression on his face akin to that of a disappointed parent. Unwrapping his lips from his straw stuck into a diet coke bottle, Steve frowned, confused.
"Uh... okay. About what?"
"You and (Y/n). It's getting pathetic, really. Why don't you just say it out loud: I like you, do you want to go out on a date?"
Steve had spluttered at that, red flush sweeping over his cheeks in an instant, carbonated liquid burning in his throat as he coughed and attempted to catch his breath.
"W-Wha, I- Uh. Listen. That's just like, not possible."
"Why not?"
"Because!" Steve's voice came out unnaturally high, so he coughed and forcibly lowered his voice, grimacing. "Because. We've known each other for less than a month, and I really don't want to be known as thecreep who asks someone out when they've just moved into Hawkins like a few weeks ago. Also-" Steve paused, mulling over if it would be wise to share such information with the younger boy. "I don't even know if the feelings are mutual."
Dustin only hummed at that in affirmation, before his mischievous eyes twinkled with a new idea.
"I got it. Horror movies." the young boy clapped his hands together at that, as if he was announcing something big.
"What about them?" Steve countered, not following.
"Everyone knows that horror movie dates are a shoe in for romance. It's like in all those romantic movies - the guy takes the girl out to a horror movie, the girl gets scared and cuddles into the guy, it leads to a heartfelt confession, then bam! They're dating."
"This isn't a movie, Henderson. That won't work." Steve scoffed, running a hand through his hair dismissively. Dustin's expression just soured at that, before he stuck his tongue out.
"Oh, and what you've been doing has been working out?"
Steve had opened his mouth to defend himself, but found himself lost for any sassy retorts, a stinging sensation spreading through his chest at the realization that, shit, Dustin had a point. A proud smile lifted the edges of Dustin's lips at that.
"Listen. You don't have to listen to me, cool, whatever. But we're all getting sick of you pining and moping in the corner. Take my advice if you want to, thank me later. Or don't take my advice and die alone. Choice is yours."
Steve would've strangled Dustin if you hadn't emerged from the bathroom then, innocent smile on your lips, shyly asking if you'd missed anything important. The curly haired boy only gave you a toothy grin, sneaking a sly smirk at Steve from the corner of his eyes before responding.
"Nope! Now come on, I want to show you where the best game in this arcade is."
Cut to now and his date with you has turned into a giant party of eight: four adults (you, him, Robin and Eddie) and four kids (Erica, Dustin, Lucas and Mike). You're the last one to arrive to Steve's place, windswept hair and apologetic eyes as you explain that you were held up doing last minute chores back home, and Steve waves it all off.
He's just happy that you actually showed up.
Of course, Mike has decided to sit himself right in the middle of the sofa (the only place left with empty seats), forcing you and Steve to sit one seat apart from each other. Steve has to suppress his scowl from actually showing on his face and he ends up pushing over the diet coke bottle to Mike a little too aggressively, to which the younger boy frowns and asks if he's done anything wrong.
'Yes.' is on the tip of Steve's tongue, but he swallows it back, faux smile and all.
"Hey Mike, why don't you come sit down here?" Eddie then intervenes, after exchanging a knowing glance with a very amused Robin, perched on her own chair in the corner.
"But I'm comfortable here-" Mike starts out, only to be practically yanked down by Erica.
"Stop complaining and sit your butt down. Besides, I think as the shortest, I deserve to sit on the empty spot on the sofa." she explains, winking at Steve, clearly in on the joke.
You miss the whole argument as you're over by the kitchen counter talking with Lucas and Dustin, waiting for the microwave to stop beeping to take out the popcorn. Steve can't bear to look at Erica's smug face, though she makes it a point to mouth "you're welcome" to him before grabbing a spare bowl of popcorn and popping a kernel into her mouth.
"Come on, the movie's about to start!" Eddie announces, settling down onto the floor with his legs crossed. The lights flicker off and you quickly settle into the only available seat left - next to Steve on the blue couch, your knees brushing up against his ever so slightly as the movie begins.
Steve's patient.
His mind is divided between paying attention to the movie and hoping that at any moment - the next jump scare, the next kill, the next loud noise and uninterrupted scenes of creepy music - that you'll break, crumble like chalk out of fear and leap into his arms as expected. Steve's made it a point to lean back, place an arm around the back of the couch to open his embrace up, even going so far as to ask you if you're alright through out the movie.
"Yeah, don't worry bout it Steve." you whisper, tugging a blanket over your lap. He frowns at that, before quickly smiling when your eyes meet his again.
"I'm just making sure like, you know, that you're not too scared or something." he tries to rationalize his desperate behavior as you shrug.
"Aw, don't worry bout it. Horror movies are my thing."
Shit.
"R-really?" his voice breaks at that, which he coughs quietly to cover up, as you eagerly nod along, careful to not disrupt the others.
"Yeah! It was a tradition in my house to watch them every weekend. Grew up reading horror novels too and Halloween was always a big deal in my home town and all. I honestly don't think I've been truly scared by a horror movie since I was like three." you boast, before your eyes redirect to stare at the screen.
Double shit.
True to your word, you don't seem the least bit scared through the whole movie. No, instead you laugh, you make fun of the effects and you provide amusing commentary that makes everyone else laugh along with you as well.
The few inches between you and him remain that - a few inches apart - for the whole movie and you never so once lean into Steve or brush up against his fingers. It's painful, having you so close yet so far, for Steve to be begging for some miracle at this point, for this fruitless mission to work out whilst it fails spectacularly instead.
The failure stings even worse when, after the movie ends, everyone disperses to go back home - Eddie offering to drive all the kids back, Robin taking the bus back home after hastily hugging you and Steve goodbye - and all that's left for show is a messy livingroom. A picturesque scene of a mess of spilled popcorn, empty paper plates dripping with grease and sofa cushions with imprints of human bodies.
"You're not... leaving?" Steve asks lowly, surprised, hands freezing mid-motion of picking up an empty glass bottle from the floor. You look up from where you're standing, right over where the boys were sitting, using a dust bin and a newspaper to sweep up the spilled popcorn.
"No, I wanted to help you clean up. Is that... alright?" you ask, hesitant. "Because if not, I can leave right now-"
"No, no, no!" he quickly rushes out, shaking his head sideways. "Stay as long as you like. Just not like too long, I guess, because my parents are coming back tomorrow morning-" Steve starts to ramble, because that's what your speciality is (making his mind turn to mush and melting him into putty in your hands).
You giggle at that, nodding.
"Don't worry, Stevie. Unless this clean up takes the whole night, I'll be out of your gorgeous hair in no time."
He lets out a brief sigh of relief.
"Right. Uh, thanks."
A few beats of silence pass in between both of you shuffling round the room to straighten blankets, dust off cushions and pick up trash, until your compliment finally registers in his brain. He's been so engrossed in how miserably this 'horror movie date' mission has failed that it takes him a while to actually register the fact that you called his hair gorgeous.
"Wait. Did you say my hair was gorgeous?"
Your movements lull for a second from across the room, having just swept the kitchen counter clean of grease and spilled liquid, before you flash him a nervous smile.
"Well... yeah. I mean, there's a reason you were the 'King of Hawkins' and the resident heartbreaker in your high school years, no?"
Steve groans, embarrassed.
"Oh god, did Robin tell you about my Hawkins High days?"
You laugh, nodding, a sound that lights a pleasant fire in Steve's stomach.
"Yep. Got all the gossip I needed from Eddie too. I didn't know you used to play basketball."
"Trust me, I was a douchebag back then. Those days are long, long gone." he draws out his sentences to emphasize his point, flailing his arms around in a dismissive manner.
"Aw, well, at least you kept your good looks and charm in tact from high school." you pause, folding the kitchen towel over your left arm, before smirking. "Well, maybe not your charm."
"Hey, what is that supposed to mean!" Steve counters, lip pouting, pretending to be hurt. You shrug, coyly looking up at him with a knowing grin on your lips.
"I don't know. But something tells me King Steve would've just told me that he finds me attractive and ask me out on a date, instead of taking the advice of a teenager."
Steve's smile drops into a look of complete horror, his mouth already burning with a million apologies as worst case scenarios rush through his mind, but oddly your fond smile never once fades. He's expecting you to mock him, or for you to at least frown and tell him that you're terribly sorry but not interested, but instead you abandon the dirty kitchen towel on the counter and walk right up to him.
At this proximity, he can individually count the stray strands of hair in disarray by the crown of your head and he's overwhelmed by the sweet scents of your shampoo wafting over him in waves. It makes him nervous, fingers itching by his sides as he doesn't know what's appropriate to do, but his curious eyes never once leave your amused ones.
"At least, that's what I've been told by Dustin. I hope he didn't lie, did he?" you question, quirking your eyebrows.
Silence.
"He didn't." Steve admits into the air, letting out a deep sigh. You only continue to stare at him in silence, amused grin and all, as if you're waiting for him to continue to speak.
"So... do you wanna ask me out now? Properly?" you have to spell it out for him, laughing softly at how adorably embarrassed and confused he seems to be.
Long gone are his suave, ladykiller, king of Hawkins High days.
No, the boy standing in front of you is still charming but with none of the pretentious ego underlying it, and he's endearingly awkward whilst he stumbles on his words in an effort to regain his composure.
"Right! Yes, uh.... I really, really like you. Do you want to go out for dinner some time? I could pick you up from your place at maybe... 7pm next Friday?" he trails off, voice still low and hesitant, as if he's still bracing for a last minute rejection.
"Yes, Steve, that'd be wonderful."
You leave Steve standing there, dazed and lovesick, when you lean over and peck his cheek, your honey chapstick lips sticky and soft against his face, the simple gesture of affection sending shockwaves through his chest that renders him motionless even when you pull away. If you can see what a devastating effect you have on him, you don't comment on it - no, instead you flash him a dangerous wink that Steve swears he would do anything for.
"See you then, Harrington."
"Holy shit." Steve breathes out finally once you leave, speaking to no one in particular as the night wind blows through the empty room.
He did it. He's finally asked you out on a date.
And you've said yes.
The joy in his heart and the added bounce to his steps quickly fades, however, when it then pops into his mind that this probably means he owes Dustin now.
"Fuck."
Last time he owed Dustin something, Steve had to take off a full day of work to drive him to a sci fi convention in a major city three hours away and back. The gas alone had cost Steve a fortune.
Sighing, Steve shakes away that thought, too happy at the prospect of taking you out next Friday. He'll deal with paying back Dustin later.
He just hopes this time, Dustin will take mercy on him and his wallet.
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a/n: just something short and sweet to hold y'all down before I post the massive 16K slow burn Eddie fic later this week! Probably not my best but I think it fit the prompt well and I just wanted something cute and short and sweet and simple to digest <3 <3 <3 thank you so much nonnie for sending this one in, I really had a fun time writing it!
hope y'all enjoyed it regardless!!!! :)
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The Curses That Bind Us- Part 1
A/N: GUESS WHOSE BACK. BACK AGAIN. It's ME. Hello everyone, I was away for a while with work and bad internet but I think I'm finally making a comeback! Still struggling a bit with work but I'm gonna try to make it happen! the first paragraph of this has been in my drafts for months now and I finally got an idea to finish it on Halloween!
Pairing: Eskel x Reader
Words: 465
Summary: You find yourself traversing a dark and deadly swamp, desperate to get back to the safety of town. You push on despite your nerves, but the hungry creatures of the night have a far different idea for your fate.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
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Fetid, heavy air hung around you like fog as you rode carefully through the spongy marsh. The full moon hung delicately above the treetops, shining its merciful light in scattered rays to illuminate your path. 
“Steady girl…” you spoke soothingly as you patted your mare, Vallaria, beneath you. Her nerves were evident as mysterious splashes, croaks, and snarls rang around in the hazy distance. “Just a little longer into safety, then we can both rest…” you assured both her and yourself. 
Val huffed uneasily, voicing her displeasure, yet remained steadfast on her path. She didn’t dare stop her onward trek, let alone slow any further. Hoof beats squelched below as you waded into a deeper pool, the rotten water rising up your horse's legs and making your hair curl with its stench. 
The sounds of rippling water hitting the shores echoed faintly around you, coming from both everywhere and nowhere. Hungry snarls and clacking teeth sounded from the shadows as you warily waded through and your hair began to stand on end. 
Your nerves rattled as you looked around desperately in the dark, but beyond the pale white light was nothing but wretched darkness.
SPLASH
The noise came suddenly from beside you as if whatever invisible creature hunting you was toying with you for its own sadistic pleasure.
 “Fuck.. ” your voice quaked as your nerves burned like cold fire in anticipation of the next movement, the next sound.
Out of nowhere a flicker of orange flame lit up in the distance, dancing brightly before settling into a controlled shape.
“I- Is that… a campfire..?” you mused as you pulled Vallaria to a stop, eyeing it closely.
“Val, it’s a campfire..!” You announced happily, the weight of the world lifting off your shoulders, “It’s a campfire..!”.
It was then that another huge splash came from your side, however, this one was accompanied by a scaly clawed hand wrapped around your ankle. 
 “Fuc- HELP!” You screamed out to whatever merciful creature may be sitting at the campfire, as your body was pulled beneath the murky water.
It all happened in a flash, the sound of the splash as your body hit, Vallaria braying in retaliation as more hands emerged, and the surface gradually disappearing above your head. 
Hands upon hands grabbed your limbs, pulling you with inhuman strength away from the moon’s light. Each hand slipped with slimy scales, and had you not been on the verge of drowning you’d have shuddered at the sensation. 
Between the depth and your air running low, your vision began to darken. Endless black crept into the corners of your vision, swimming across your eyes as you slowly lost consciousness. 
Though as the black closed in… you could have almost sworn that you saw the glittering of moonlight on sharp slender metal.
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myveryownfanfiction · 5 months
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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
tags: @eclecticwildflowers, @illiana-mystery, @onedirectionlovers2014, @itzjustalexxx
prompt from @scealaiscoite
prompt: "come on, if there was ever a time for me to be superstitious it's definitely now."
warnings: Pennywise the clown, swearing
Ace and I walked through the streets of derry, glad to be on our own for once. I held tight to his arm as the streets became more and more crowded. It seemed like everyone was headed to the carnival.
“Did we have to drive almost two hours to get to this carnival?” I asked ace. There was something off about the whole town and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. “All because of some dumb beaver thing?” Ace laughed.
“It’s not just some beaver thing. Richie invited us remember?” Ace said. I rolled my eyes.
“Tozier clearly forgot that he was trying to get rid of his home town roots.” I complained. Ace gave me a look and I sighed. “He’s the grand marshal I know. But I mean…” I waved my hand at everything around us. “Come on ace.”
“I know.” He sighed. “But to tozier is our friend and if it weren’t for him, we probably would have rotted in castle rock. So let’s just enjoy tonight and get the hell out of dodge tomorrow.” I nodded and inched closer to him as we approached the stage Richie would be starting everything on.
“there’s something incredibly off about this town.” I whispered as I noticed missing posters and several booths that had a massive police presence. “I don’t like it. I thought castle rock was bad. I thought Shawshank was bad. This is worse.” Ace nodded.
“I feel like I’m being watched. And not like oh there’s a cop on the street corner making sure I don’t steal that car. Like someone is waiting for the perfect moment to strike.” Ace whispered, eyeing the crowd.
“but when you turn around there is no one there.” I finished. “Derry is a fucked up place from what Richie has said. Superstitions and disappearances and all that crap.”
“and have you seen all the shit with the clown? What’s with that? No one seems to acknowledge it but they all seem freaked out by it.” Ace shuddered. I stifled a laugh at him. “Oh come on, if there was ever a time for me to be superstitious it’s definitely now. Especially if what Richie said about his childhood is true.” I nodded and froze. I tugged on aces arm.
“ace, you seeing that clown?” I asked as the clowns grin grew. Ace nodded next to me, gulping and backing away. “We need to find Richie. Now.” I said before turning and running, ace holding tight to my hand and trying to keep up with me. I looked over my shoulder and my eyes widened when I couldn’t find the clown behind me. “Call Richie. Call him ace. Find out what the fuck he dragged us into.”
“like I could get my phone out right now.” Ace yelled as we turned a corner and raced towards the hotel we were staying at. “Maybe he’s in his room. Oh fuck!” The clown appeared out of no where and ace skidded to a halt, helping me stop as well.
“so you’re Richie’s new friends.” The clown said, eyes flashing between blue and yellow. “He left all his old ones here. Left them here to float. And you’ll float too, when I’m done.” I bent down to grab a rock, thinking if I could hit this clown in the head at least ace would be able to get away and I could beat his ass.
“yeah? Well guess what fuckface?” I said as I let go of aces hand. I jerked my head to the side to tell ace to run and despite the look of horror on his face, he nodded. “I have one thing to say to you.” Ace started to move behind me, trying to keep the clown in his sights but also keep me as safe as possible. “Yippee ki-ya mother…” I drooped as three bright lights overtook my vision. I felt like I was floating, being dragged towards the clown. Something tugged me back and the lights went out. “What the fuck?” I gasped as I looked up, seeing ace and Richie standing side by side with a baseball bat and a gun.
“we got you last time asshole. We’ll get you again.” Richie yelled. “You’re just a clown. And no one wants to be friends with the clown.” The clown screamed and backed away. Ace looked over at Richie before looking back at me. Extending a hand back, he helped me up. “Your dead lights don’t work no more asshole.” Staring at Richie, I caught on to what he was doing.
“you think that scared me you freak?” I yelled at the stop of my lungs. “You creep. You’re a fucked up loser. No one wants to be friends with you. No one wants to willingly be your dinner.” Ace stared at me as he held the baseball bat tightly. I moved next to Richie and stared the clown down. Ace tried to get in front of me but I put a hand on his arm to stop it. “You sleep for 27 years like an asshole who still lives in his mom’s basement, arguing with ten year olds on some punk ass video game as if you’re tough shit but you’re not.” Richie nodded and smirked, leveling the gun at the clowns head. I couldn’t tell if it was an optical illusion or not but the clown seemed to be shrinking.
“you washed up, two bit hack.” Richie yelled. “You thought it would take six of us to defeat you again? Nah. You’re so damn weak it only takes two!” The clown had shrunk so small and it was holding what looked like his heart in his hand. I gulped and watched as Richie fired off a shot. “And stay dead motherfucker. It’ll only take me next time.” The clown turned to dust and I nearly collapsed between the two men. “What the fuck was that Richie?” I asked. Richie hid the gun in the waistband of his pants and smiled at me.
“that was Pennywise. The clown I’ve told you about.” He shrugged. “I hope we finally killed him this time.” Richie spared a look over his shoulder at the remains of the clown. “Least we didn’t have to go to that abandoned house this time.” I shared a look with ace.
“And that…weird light…that had (Y/N) floating?” Ace asked. “What the fuck was that?”
“so I was floating.” I muttered. Ace nodded.
“dead lights. They hold the victim in a trance. Makes it easier for it to feed.” Richie said, rubbing my arm. “You alright? I’ve been caught in those. Not very fun.” I nodded.
“yeah I’m alright. Who got me down?” I asked. Richie smiled.
“Richie distracted the clown. I caught you.” Ace said softly. “You freaked me the fuck out.” I hugged ace and buried my head in his shoulder.
“It freaked me the fuck out.” I responded. “Is that why you asked us here Richie? To help you with that?” Richie shook his head.
“no. I didn’t know it was here til I flew in yesterday. But I’m glad for your help.” Richie admitted. We stood there for a while before Richie walked over and kicked away the remains of the clown. “Come on. Let’s do this carnival and then get the fuck out of dodge.” Ace and I nodded before following Richie back towards the carnival for Richie’s gig.
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pairing: musician!leon kennedy x musician!f!reader
tag(s): friends to lovers, angst to fluff, based on sabrina carpenter’s album of the same name
warning(s): angst in the beginning, mentions of break up (not with leon tho i promise), very self-indulgent :]]], like, i’m deadass serious, the middle part’s solely dedicated to valorant (i’m sorry) to the point where i feel like most people reading this wouldn’t understand a single thing on that part. i’m addicted to that game at this point
songs used in this fic: lonesome, feather, bad for business
word count: 2322
*****
If I fall in love with all my problems, will they leave me too?
You leaned back onto the bed frame as you scribbled words on the page. The room was dimmed and bestrewed with crumpled and torn-up papers. On them was a collection of lyrics and doodles, all scrapped and erased with different variations of squiggles and lines across them. You looked out the window. The storm was still swirling outside, you could see how the rain was being pushed towards the direction the wind was taking them along with the trees holding strong against the puddled ground. Droplets of water were looking pretty gliding across glass like a bunch of tiny branched-out rivers heading down towards the pool on the windowsill. The mood was just right for you, perfect for an angsty and lonesome song to be written under the flashing lights of the occasional lightning.
Or maybe I believed in all your lies 'cause I believed in you
Downstairs you could hear Leon experimenting with different chords on his guitar, falling flat with the strings from time to time. You even found yourself giggling at the amount of times you heard him growling in frustration when he couldn’t get the tone and the transitioning of the sounds right, or when he forgot which chord to play next.
“Fucking dumbass fingers!” 
Your smile slowly faded as your gaze fell back on your notebook. You thought about which words to write down, spinning the pen through your fingers while doing so.
Why were you somewhere else when you were next to me?
I know you know it keeps me up
Did you think about her face with your hands around my waist?
Did you even give a fuck?
You convinced yourself you were over it, over him, over that mess of a love affair that was basically just narcissism and manipulation born as one human. You’d recognized the red flags, even had you and your best friend, Leon, tag him with the nickname ‘code red’ whenever you passed by him. Still, you couldn’t keep the conflict within you that made you so gullible to your insecurities from fighting against your self-worth. You were still in the process of rebuilding that trust towards yourself, still in the process of pushing away any remnants of love that made you feel so violated. But, how were you going to forget him when you kept overthinking all that had happened? How were you going to forget loving him when you kept grasping onto the ‘what if’s? 
As Leon had said, “You don’t miss him, you miss what he could’ve been.”
This was hopeless, this was ridiculous. You felt so close to finding yourself, but sometimes you’d fall back into old habits like an addict falling back into vices and argue with yourself over the dumbest things. You were falling back into painting vivid pictures of what he saw in you and washing away the good that he didn’t see in you.
As you were drowning in your thoughts, three knocks against the wooden door brought you back to reality. It was Leon with his guitar in hand, looking like a happy golden retriever that just found the ball he’d lost in the garden a few days ago.
“I think I got the perfect sound for your next song,” he said after plopping down on your mattress with his guitar positioned on his lap. “Really? Go on then. I can probably draft the next verse once I hear it.”
“Okay so, I got inspired after playing RDR2 yesterday, and I was thinking we could use some yeehaw feel for the track,” Leon shifted to a more comfortable position on the bed, scrunching the comforter below him even more. He strummed his guitar once to get a feel of the strings before pressing his fingers on them to play the chords.
The sound was beautiful, balancing between being ever so light like the pitter-pattering of the rain, and being heavy like the storm and the darkness smothering the sky.
You can't spell "lonesome" without "me"
And there's no hope in misery
I can't escapе your history, oh
You can't spell "lonesome" without "mе"
You just can't
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I slam the door, I hit ignore
The world felt balanced for a moment, cloudy skies filtering the sunlight and making it soft as the wind dashed every few minutes. It was like mother nature felt mushy and shy, yet loud and confident all the same. Perhaps like the fluttering of your heart, so full of joy, and the devilish assertiveness overheating your body as you continued to shit on these fucking kids trying to ego-peek you and your trusty sniper. 
Breathe in, breathe out… You’re getting your ace, little angel.
Calm, cool, collected Y/N… So relaxed yet sturdy like a cloudburst circling around with the leaves.
Your hand was steady while clicking head after head, a bunch of pixels running and trying to gun you down for hours. “Too warmed up,” they said. “Heat up!” Leon screamed through the comms. You’re cracked… L Diablo… SEN ElevenZ… An amalgamation of hype and torn vocal cords ringing from your headphones and into your ears. “I’m shaving my head if you ace clutch this,” another rando commed as the in-game announcer’s voice was heard.
“Last player standing.”
You spammed your A and D keys while peeking every tight corner you turned to, jump peeked at every possible sniper angle the enemy Jett could be holding, slicing your pie as the pros would call your careful peeks. Nobody said a word, but if you had to guess, Leon must have been clenching his ass cheeks just waiting for you to either lose the final round or tie the game 12-12 and bring it to overtime. Your cheeks were beginning to heat up with nerves, also could feel your hands sweat even more. Why do ranked games have to feel like this?
I got you blocked
After this, an afterthought
I finally cut you off
You voiced your anxiousness to Leon, “I’m fucking nervous, dude. We might actually lose our RR,” you bit your lip while still jiggling behind screens. “You got this, little angel. I believe,” Leon whispered back into the mic as he sipped on his boba tea. You took a step one click at a time and took a shot with your rifle just to be certain with clearing your corners. You were sure the enemies knew where you were by now because of that shot, so you had to make a move, and fast. You smoked yourself with your Cloudburst behind screens to isolate the Sage peeking by default, promptly head- shotting her before Updrafting onto rafters to reposition yourself to a high ground, but not before losing 40 HP from a responding body shot.
1v4
You saw the Reyna jiggle peeking maze while shooting one bullet at a time. By the third peek, you got yourself a quick headshot to punish her. This, in turn, gave you your Tailwind back.
1v3
You activated your Tailwind as well as your Blade Storm ultimate so you wouldn’t have to deal with the inaccuracy of your Vandal while moving about. You checked your flank when you noted that nobody was on site to trade the Reyna, and sure enough, the enemy Jett was shift-walking with an Op like a fucking idiot. Like, why separate from your teammates and give your one enemy a 1v1? In a 1v5? Hello? This is a high elo lobby??? Anyway, despite your nerves, you shot a knife to the Opper’s head before she could do a quick scope and dashed back onto site to look for your fourth kill. 
1v2
“You’re actually gonna fucking win this?” 
“Oh my fucking god, I’m actually gonna shave my head.”
Then, Leon whispered into your party comms again, “I believe in you, heal yourself.” You lost your focus for a moment, pursing your lips as you tried your hardest not to laugh, “I fucking hate you so much.”. 
You found your fourth just as you Updrafted onto top site, and now, it was down to…
1v1
“Holy fuck! I’m actually losing my fucking hair!”
You played a cat-and-mouse game with the final enemy once you dropped below top site, aware of the time running out. You activated your dash one last time and dodged bullets while you ring-around-a-rosied on site. Then finally, as the ticking of the bomb began to quicken, you took advantage of a momentary opening and landed a final headshot to the enemy, dashing hurriedly towards the spike to defuse it. 
“Nah”
“Wait, you’re actually cracked???”
“I’m losing my hair!”
You let out a breath of relief once you saw the defused spike’s animation. “Bro, I’m never doing that again. I hated every single second of that.”.
I feel so much lighter, like a feather, with you off my mind
Floating through the memories like, whatever, you're a waste of time
Leon replied, “I told you, you could do it. Actually VCT-ready. Witewwy.”.
“Witewwy?”
“Witewwy.”
After that, the tension was turned up even more between your teams, trading round after round until…it was Leon’s time to clutch the round and win the game.
“If I win this, you have to go on a date with me,” Leon commed once again in your party voice chat, now feeling like your nerves were resettling in him. It was supposed to be a light-hearted joke, something not foreign to your dynamic, but then, “Sure, I’m down,” you shrugged with your arms crossed. You sounded too nonchalant for his liking, you just had to be unserious…right? He just had to make sure, “You serious?”. You responded, “Yeah, I’m dead-ass serious. If you clutch this, I’ll go out with you on a date, kiss you good night, then end up fu-”
“Alright, I’m clutching this.”
Your signals are mixed, you act like a bitch
You fit every stereotype, send a pic
With newfound confidence and determination, he activated his Empress, gaining higher fire rate, quicker ability activation, and more healing from his Devour, all while having his powers strengthened. He blinded one of the enemies with his Leer to create a distraction, catch them off guard with his Vandal, and quickly finish them off. He then repositioned using his Dismiss to evade incoming fire and avoid detection by the remaining enemies, all while his ult automatically replenished his health before preparing for his next engagement. 
With one enemy remaining and time running out, Leon faced the last enemy guarding the spike. He utilized his one Leer to disorient the player before dispatching him with a meticulous shot, and Dismissed off to defuse the spike before it exploded. And just in the nick of time, he won the round for his team and secured the game victory, as well as the additional RR.
“Welp, we’re off for the weekend.”
I feel so much lighter, like a feather, with you out my life
With you out my life
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The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow that washed over everything in its path. The stars twinkled like scattered diamonds, their brilliance illuminating the darkness with a celestial radiance.
The city was enveloped in a serene stillness, broken only by the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. The shadows danced and swayed, as if performing a silent ballet, adding an air of mystery and intrigue to the scene. The darkness was deep and impenetrable, creating an otherworldly atmosphere that seemed to hold secrets waiting to be discovered.
We look good in photographs
I like the way you like to laugh at dirty jokes
I know they'll always land
Used to get work on time
But now you're taking up my nights
Never been so glad to be so tired
Leon went downstairs to grab a glass of water, when he heard a faint sound coming from the living room. Following the sound, he found you slumped over your writing table, your notebook open in front of you, fast asleep. He couldn't help but smile at your peaceful expression and the sight of your creative process in action.
As Leon approached you, he noticed that the song you had been writing was about him. His heart skipped a beat as he read the lyrics that spoke of his charisma, his means to take up your nights, and the way he had inspired you. He felt a surge of warmth and happiness knowing that he had made such an impact on you.
Ooh, I'm mad for you
It's sad but true and I know it
Ahh, you're on my mind
You stole my life and it's showin'
Carefully, Leon picked you up, cradling you in his arms, and carried you to your bed. He tucked you in, admiring your beauty even in your sleep. He couldn't help but feel a deep affection for you, not just as a collaborator and a friend, but as someone who had captured his heart.
He thought back to the open notebook, a smile tugging at his lips. He made a mental note to talk to you about the song in the morning, eager to hear more of what you had written. Leon realized that this unexpected moment had given him a glimpse into your heart, and he couldn't wait to see where your music and your connection would take you both.
With a contented sigh, Leon left the room, grateful for the serendipitous encounter that had brought him closer to you some years ago, the talented musician who had captured his heart. Little did he know that this would be the beginning of something truly special, a journey of music, love, and endless possibilities.
He's good for my heart but he's bad for business 
Tears me apart when he grants my wishes
All of my friends think I've gone crazy
But they don't know me like my baby
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Lonely In A Crowded Room [Part Three]
Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Elvis Movie RPF
Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader
Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Reader, Red West, Billy Smith Marty Lacker, Original Female Characters, Memphis Mafia, Austin!Elvis
Word Count: 3557 // Rating: Explicit
Summary: Have you ever felt alone in a room full of people?
Tags/ Warnings: Established Relationship, Marriage, Graceland, Living at Graceland, Kisses, Anxiety, Nudity, Memphis Mafia, Austin!Elvis, Elvis Movie, Horse-riding,  Kissing, Fingering, Birthdays, Birthday Party, Romantic Getaways, Loneliness, Migraines, Football, Elvis Playing Football is so hot I cant, Presents, Reader Can be Priscilla if you want, Arguing, Fighting, Flashing, Birthday Party, Security, Reader Dress Inspo, Reader Necklace Inspo, Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Face Sitting, Unprotected Sex, Cabin Inspo
Notes: im obsessed with graceland at the moment but the idea of so many people coming and going in my house is my idea of hell. So i thought I’d write about it lolol
Final part. I liked writing E like this simultaneously cute af and hot as fuck
UPDATED 8/23
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PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE
As the city skyline started to disappear into more rural surroundings and the radio became the most notable sound in the car Elvis spoke. 
‘I shouldn’t have eaten all of that,’ he said with a sound of relief. He shifted in his seat and looked at me. I was looking at him now after spending most of the journey pouting and staring out the window, ‘you not talking to me?’ ‘I don’t know are you going to tell me what’s going on or are we just going to make small talk,’ I said raising an eyebrow. ‘I enjoy talking about anything with you honey,’ he challenged chuckling as my pout melted a little, ‘look I will explain but I wanna show you rather than tell you is that too much to ask?’ ‘So it’s nothing bad?’ I asked ‘Bad? Why the hell would you think it would be bad?’ he said his brow furrowed. ‘You said those nut jobs were around the house and Red and Sonny seemed amped. Then you and Jerry are being all secretive. What am I supposed to think?’ ‘Oh baby I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘I didn’t mean to worry you. I can promise it’s nothing bad.’ ‘Sorry,’ I mumbled, ‘I guess I put two and two together and got five.’ ‘Don’t worry I understand,’ he said falling quiet for a moment before he continued, ‘did you enjoy your birthday?’
The corner of my mouth turned up in a smile as I watched him glance at me every so often. ‘I did,’ I said, ‘you were right though I ate too much too.’ ‘That’s the problem with Lombardi’s it’s too good,’ he chuckled, ‘you like your cake?’ ‘Definitely, though I forgot to ask them to save some to bring back to the house.’ ‘I’m sure it’ll make its way back somehow. And I don’t know if we’ll have enough room for cake with all your presents,’ he smiled. ‘I’m a lucky girl what can I say,’ I smirked. ‘You deserve every single one,’ he smiled, ‘speaking of presents…’
He turned away from me as he glanced at a sign on the side of the road. It directed towards a long lane which he turned down and we started down a long winding dirt road which was lined by dense woodland. It was dark enough that I couldn’t see through the trees and the only thing illuminated was the short space in front of us as Elvis continued driving. Despite the unnerving outside Elvis seemed nonplussed as he hummed along to the music, his fingers tapping the top of the steering wheel. Eventually, the long lane broke into an open space which housed a cabin. He pulled up and parked beside it smirking at me as he climbed out without a word. I climbed out and found him hauling bags out of the trunk. 
As he walked up onto the deck, I took in my surroundings. The cabin seemed to be the only thing around for miles and it had a back deck that flowed into a long yard that was cut through by what I assumed was an offshoot of the Mississippi. It was dim and the only light was the stars and a solitary lamp that was on at the front door. I didn’t have time to take it in properly though as I heard the jangle of keys and the door opening and turned to find Elvis ducking inside the cabin. I followed him watching as he flipped on the lights. 
The cabin wasn’t too big. The main room was split into two providing a kitchen and living area. A large door at the back of it gave a glance at what I assumed was a bedroom. Elvis had dumped the bags by the door and was now standing in the middle of the living room, his arms spread wide as he grinned at me. 
‘Ta da,’ he said. ‘What-’ I started as I walked towards him but he cut me off. He swooped in and wrapped his arms around me looking down at me with a smile.  ‘Do you like it?’ he asked excitedly.  ‘I do but…what is it?’ I asked making him chuckle.  ‘It’s your present,’ he said as if it were obvious, ‘you said yesterday that you were sick of us never getting a moment alone so…here we are.’ ‘You rented us a cabin for the night?’ I said with a smile. ‘Honey, I bought you a cabin,’ he corrected laughing as my eyes went wide. He pulled out of our embrace and sat down on the couch pulling me with him as my eyes roved over every inch of the room. 
‘I can’t believe you did this,’ I mumbled. ‘I don’t know,’ he said moving a hair off of my face, ‘it seems like just the sort of thing I would do.’ ‘Well you’ve never been one to miss out on extravagance,’ I giggled. ‘Understated is for the boring,’ he smiled.  ‘But how?’ I said, ‘I mean I only told you all of that last night.’ ‘I called Jer early this morning. That’s why I had to go out. He rang round and found me a place and we drove up this afternoon and I bought it then and there.’ ‘It was like this when you came up here?’ I said noting the furniture that was already inside. ‘It looked a little worse for wear but Jer stayed here all day and made sure everything was as we wanted it,’ he said, ‘he’s the only one who knows we’re here too.’ ‘But Red-’ ‘Would never have agreed to letting us go somewhere without any supervision. Security blah blah,’ he said. ‘I bet his face was a picture when he realised you’d took off,’ I giggled.  ‘Oh no doubt,’ Elvis chuckled, ‘but Jer’s under strict instruction that he is not allowed to tell anyone where we are unless I tell him he can. So Red will just have to sit and stew.’  ‘Poor Jer,’ I said thinking of the grilling he was sure to be getting right now.  ‘Hey it’ll teach Red not to barge in when people are changing,’ Elvis murmured. I smiled to myself. I knew I’d hit a nerve. Then he leaned in and kissed my jaw and down my neck, his hand caressing my side gently. 
‘So…’ I said, ‘we’re alone?’ ‘Completely,’ Elvis murmured as he continued planting kisses against my skin. ‘No interruptions?’  ‘None,’ he breathed against my neck. ‘No one needing you?’ I asked stroking my fingers through his hair. ‘Just you,’ he said pulling back with a smirk.  ‘Well Mr Presley,’ I said leaning in so we were an inch apart, ‘let me show you just how much I do.’ 
Elvis smiled and crashed his lips to mine. My hands fumbled with his shirt buttons as his tongue ran across my bottom lip begging me to let him in. As I let him a moan emitted from his lips causing the damp heat to worsen in my core.  His mouth moved off of mine, back to my neck, nipping and kissing its way down as I worked his shirt off. His hands were all over me now, caressing every inch of me through the silky fabric that kept us from one another. Once his shirt was off he stood, pulling me off the couch and back to him so he could kiss me once more. His hands held my face as he kissed me deeply. We stayed there for a moment, enjoying each other before I pulled back and said breathlessly, ‘bedroom?’
‘Definitely,’ he said with a glint in his eye. I turned to walk towards it but he came up behind me, ensnaring me from behind and kissing my neck as we walked slowly to our destination. As we got inside he unzipped my dress, his lips following down my back as he yanked it off, leaving me in just my underwear in front of him. I heard a fumble of clothing and when he walked around me I noticed he was now nude, his erection resting against his stomach. He was a sight to behold. His hair was out of place from where I’d run my fingers through it, his lips were swollen from kissing me and his pupils were blown making his blue eyes look almost black. 
‘So beautiful,’ he said as he sat down on the bed and his fingers ghosted down my arm before he hooked my underwear in his fingers and pulled it down. As I stepped out of them he grabbed my hand in his and pulled me onto his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again as his fingers undid my bra. I pulled back and shimmied it off moaning as his mouth captured my nipple as soon as it could. 
‘That’s it baby,’ he said as he took the other between his fingers and pinched it gently. ‘Feels so good E,’ I moaned feeling my pussy throb with anticipation.  ‘Gonna make you feel so good baby,’ he said as he moved back on the bed. Then without warning, he flopped down. I was sitting on his thighs, eyes closed, but I opened them as he disappeared. My hand reached down to touch his cock but he stopped me, his fingers around my wrist as he leant up on his elbow. Spotting my confusion he chuckled, ‘not yet honey.’ ‘But-’ ‘Let me make you feel good first. Bring that pretty ass up here,’ he cooed reaching up to stroke my cheek. I nodded.
I clambered towards him, my knees on either side of his head, hovering above him expectantly. I heard him chuckle at my eagerness and then I felt him kissing up my thighs until he planted one on my pussy. He didn’t start though, instead, his fingers teased through my slickened folds. 
‘You’re soaked, honey. I haven’t even touched you yet,’ he said, ‘so eager for me.’ ‘Need you E,’ I said as a shock ran through me as his finger traced around my clit.  ‘You’ve got me, baby,’ he said and then he buried his face in me. His tongue lapped at every inch of me, his nose nudging against my clit, causing pleasure to amp up in my core. I groaned as I rode his face, our movements soon becoming synchronised.  ‘E,’ I groaned, ‘oh fuck.’
I was near coming undone. A whimpering mess above him as he alternated his movements between focusing on my clit and fucking my hole with his tongue. His arms were wrapped around my thighs, keeping me in place, and forcing me to do as he wanted.  ‘I’m gonna cum,’ I whimpered receiving a hearty hum from him, ‘fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuck.’
I said as white hot pleasure ran through me causing my legs to shake and me to fall forward. He lapped at me a little more and then lessened his hold allowing me to fall down onto the bed. He was at my side in an instant, hovering over me, his chin glistening with my juices. 
‘E,’ I panted, reaching up to stroke his face.  ‘Did I make you feel good baby?’ he said laughing as I barely managed to nod. The feeling was only just returning to my legs and I could feel my heartbeat in my ears but I didn’t care. He watched me with adoration. ‘Just need a minute,’ I said leaning up to kiss him. He kissed me back gently and for a moment neither of us spoke as we enjoyed the other. 
Once the strength had returned back to my body I rolled him onto his back with gusto. He watched as I shimmied down so I was straddling his thighs smiling as I heard his breath hitch with anticipation. I grasped his cock and pumped him gently in my hand. I moved my hand up and down his shaft gently, enjoying the way his head fell back against the bed with a groan. 
Then I shifted forward, running his tip through my folds before I lined him up against my entrance. 
‘Do it baby,’ he said watching me as I inched him in slowly. ‘Fuck E,’ I said as he bottomed out earning a groan in reply. I moved up and down slowly until I settled into a rhythm. I was lost in the moment, my eyes closed as I caressed my own chest, playing with my nipples. He took control then, his fingers holding me in place so he could pound up into me.  ‘Touch yourself,’ he ordered pulling me out of my haze. I obliged and my fingers teased around my clit, matching his rhythm and speed. ‘E,’ I panted as that second wave crept up on me. ‘Not without me mama,’ he said and I nodded. ‘Need it,’ I panted. ‘I’m with you baby,’ he said, ‘cum with me okay?’  ‘Okay,’ I whimpered. ‘Three…two…one,’ he said the last word coming out strangled as he shot inside me. My walls fluttered around him milking him for all he was worth. His hips faltered until they slowed and I pulled off of him, falling beside him exhausted. 
As we caught our breath he pulled me into him and we lay in bliss for a moment before he spoke, ‘well, that’s put an end to that question.’ ‘What?’ I said with a small yawn. ‘You said unless we were alone we would have to quiet,’ he mused. I felt another blush creep up on me. ‘I was kinda loud huh?’ I giggled.  ‘Hey I’m here for it,’ he said, ‘though I think if you did that at home they’d be able to hear you at the gate.’ ‘Maybe it might drive them away,’ I chuckled.  ‘Maybe,’ he said kissing my temple, ‘we might have to try it.’ I nodded and yawned again.  ‘Tired birthday girl?’ he asked and I nodded, ‘how about we shower and get you into bed?’ ‘Sounds like a good idea to me,’ I said. ‘Guess I’m just full of them today huh?’ he said.  ‘You can say that again,’ I smiled earning myself an eye roll from him. I didn’t care. My boy had done good today. 
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I woke late the next morning. The sun had long been out but had only just started to breach through the bedroom window as I stirred. I shifted realising that Elvis was pressed against me, his arm wrapped around me, clutching the chiffon of the nightdress I had changed into after our shower. 
‘Mmm,’ he mumbled as I nestled against him. I shifted so I was now on my back and watched him as his eyes opened slowly.  ‘Morning,’ I said watching him with a smile.  ‘Morning,’ he mumbled, pressing a sleepy kiss onto my cheek before his eyes opened properly, ‘what time is it?’  ‘A little after eleven,’ I said as I reached for his watch which was on my nightstand. ‘Woah,’ he mumbled, ‘don’t think I’ve slept that well in years.’ ‘Me either. The wonder of a bit of quiet,’ I sighed happily. Elvis nodded and leaned in to kiss me.
His hand cupped my jaw as he kissed me gently. We lay there for a moment until he pulled back watching me with a smile. I could feel him excited against my thigh and I reached down to touch him gently. He groaned and buried his head in my shoulder as I coaxed him to full length.
‘God damn Y/N,’ he whimpered, and then he rolled me onto my side and came up behind me. His fingers teased my hole before he shoved two of them inside me. I was slick but there was definitely a sting as he fucked me gently getting me ready for him. I bit my lip to keep from whimpering as removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. He buried himself in me and though there was a little pain at the start it soon devolved to pleasure.
‘Oh fuck baby,’ he said. ‘E,’ I cried. ‘You feel amazing,’ he said kissing along my shoulders, ‘taking me so good.’ ‘Always,’ I breathed. He held one of my hands under the pillow as his other caressed down my body until he was teasing my clit slowly in match with his thrusts inside me. I was coming undone quicker than ever.  ‘Oh Y/N,’ he whimpered as his orgasm hit us both by surprise.  ‘Oh E,’ I whimpered. ‘That’s it baby girl,’ he panted as my climax washed over me. As I came down from my high he pulled out kissing just below my ear.  ‘I love you,’ I mumbled, leaning back against him.  ‘I love you too baby,’ he said kissing my shoulder. 
I lay there for a moment. In my bubble of contentment. I didn’t want to move from here. Ever. 
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‘Got everything?’ Elvis said as he stood by the door. I mentally ran through everything in my head and then nodded heading to the door. He grabbed the bag I was holding and headed out onto the porch. He placed the bags down and then waited for me to step out so he could lock the door. As he went to the car and started to load up I wandered over onto the back deck and looked out at the view.
It looked amazing. I hadn’t been able to appreciate it yesterday in the darkness of the night but in the evening sunset, it looked divine. The backyard was a neat patch of grass that devolved into trees and dense woodland on either side of it. Yellow and orange leaves had just started to hem the edges of the green lawn as the winter months drew in and at the edge of the garden it sloped off down to the river which was now yellow and purple on its surface as it reflected the ever sinking sun. 
I watched as the river rippled past, slow and lazy. This would be a perfect family vacation spot. The perfect place for us to have friends and family over for a barbecue, as we did at Graceland. But as soon as that thought came into my head I shook it out. I didn’t want that. I liked the idea that we were the only people in the world who knew we were here. It felt better this way, more special. 
I loved being married to Elvis. I loved my life. But I had meant what I said. I was done with being uncomfortable in my own space. Done with sharing him with the world. I wanted more. I wanted to be a married couple. Normal. 
I needed to tell him. 
As that last thought slipped from my mind I felt Elvis’ arms wrap around me as he pulled me close.  ‘Damn that’s some view,’ he whistled.  ‘I know,’ I said turning around, ‘I’m so lucky you found it.’ ‘Gotta thank Jer for that one honey,’ he chuckled. ‘I’ll make sure to thank him when we get back,’ I said.  ‘Just not the way you thanked me last night okay?’ he chuckled making me roll my eyes. We fell quiet for a moment, the both of us looking out at the sunset and enjoying our last few simple moments together.
‘Seriously though,’ I said after a minute causing him to look at me, ‘thank you for this. It’s just what I needed.’ ‘I’m glad,’ he said, ‘I’d do anything for you you know that.’ ‘I know,’ I said quietly. ‘But?’ he said immediately catching there was something more behind my expression. ‘But I need you to promise me something?’ ‘What is it?’ he asked a furrow in his brow. ‘That this isn’t a one time thing,’ I said biting my lip. ‘Baby we bought a house,’ he chuckled, ‘not like I can forget that in a hurry.’ ‘I know, I know, I just…I want you to promise me that we’ll come back. Just the two of us. Anytime we need to. This can be like-’ ‘A fortress of solitude?’ he said with an excited expression as he explained to my confused one, ‘Batman has one.’ ‘Yeah, like that. I want us to be able to get away from everything if we need to. From everyone,’ I said. ‘It’s between you and me…and Jer,’ he chuckled. ‘Well I suppose I can’t argue with that,’ I smiled.  ‘But you have to promise me something too.’ ‘What?’  ‘That you’ll tell me,’ he said looking at me with his piercing blue eyes, ‘when things are tough. Promise you’ll tell me that you need a lil space. I hate fightin’ with you, and I hate to see you unhappy.’ ‘I’m always happy when I’m with you,’ I reasoned. ‘Just all them other folks around huh?’ he chuckled hugging me close and kissing the top of my head.  ‘They’re part of you,’ I said. It was easier to be more truthful now he wasn’t staring at me, ‘and I’ll always understand that. But sometimes I just get a lil lonely even in a room full of people.’ He pulled back and smiled sadly at me for a moment before he said, ‘you don’t ever have to feel lonely again. You got me.’ ‘Promise?’ ‘Promise,’ he said.
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charlottedabookworm · 10 months
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Reveal because Noctis and Phe both have an allergy to this one very specific, weirdly uncommon thing. In fact, most LC have this allergy.
His best friend isn’t always smiling or anything, but it’s still weird to walk into class and see him scowling down at a sheet of paper. Phe is the most laidback guy Noctis knows - though maybe that isn’t hard, when his competition is Gladio and Iggy who are intense on a good day - and to see him visibly frustrated rather than just shrugging it off because things happen has him pausing for a heartbeat.
Then, because this is his best friend, Noct slips into the seat beside him with a nudge of their shoulders and a: “You alright?”
“I lost my medic alert tag.”
He blinks. “Your what?” He asks stupidly, even though he knows what a medic alert tag is. Why did Phe need a medic alert tag? Why didn’t he know? Fuck he’s a bad friend what if Phe had had an accident or there had been an emergency and-
“It’s my own fault; I probably should have checked the bracelet before I went swimming in that lake with Aunt Lena but I forgot and it broke. Now I have to get a new one.”
“Makes sense,” Noct says slowly, glancing between Phe and the sheet of paper in front of him. “Is the form complicated or something?” His own tags are Citadel issued, after all, and have been for as long as he can remember. He has no idea how other people even get them.
“Nah, the thing I’m allergic to is just- complicated as anything to spell and it doesn’t even look like a real word. look at this thing, Noct!”
A piece of paper is shoved under his nose.
Noct bites back the urge to sneeze, the edge tickling at his skin, and grabs it to pull it away from his face and-
He freezes.
“Are you sure that’s what you’re allergic to?” The words taste like mud on his tongue as he stares at the complicated string of letters printed carefully on the page.
The very familiar string of letters.
Phe rolls his eyes, a grin flashing across his lips. “I know, right! It doesn’t even sound like a real thing, but apparently it’s a sedative of some kind? My dad’s allergic real bad to it so they tested me when I was a baby and ta-da!”
Huh, he thinks.
“Meds always have annoying names like that,” he says, still staring at the string of letters on the page.
If he pulled his own alert tag out from underneath his shirt, he’d see the same word, etched into the metal. It’s not that weird. It can’t be. Loads of people share allergies.
It doesn’t mean anything.
Just- Noct remembers his doctors talking about how rare being allergic to this specific medication is. So rare there’s not even any numbers on it.
He’s never even heard of anyone being allergic to it outside him and his dad, and even with them the doctors don’t think it’s a true allergy. More… their magic reacting badly to it.
“Noct?”
What are the odds of Phe and his father both being allergic to that one specific medication?
“Noct, you alright?”
A hand lands on his arm.
He blinks.
Phe stares at him, a frown on his lips, blue eyes dark with concern and-
Oh.
I need to speak to dad.
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