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tadpoleteef · 14 days

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gamer girl 👾

18+ MINORS DNI

word count: 1.5k

pairing: austin x female!reader

warnings: SMUT, oral (m receiving), lil fem dom???, unprotected sex

summary: austin’s playing video games with friends and isn’t paying attention to you. long story short you end up trying to dom him which obvi doesn’t go far and then you ride him in his gaming chair yassssss.

a/n: hiii so i’ve been reading fan fiction for years and i’ve always wanted to write it. i wrote an austin butler one shot like 2 years ago, posted it, but it was just awful so i deleted it. then i had a the summer i turned pretty phase, and wrote a one shot about jeremiah fisher confessing his love to you. this story was also deleted because of how just awful it was. anyway, i think my writing has gotten a little better soooo here’s a little smut one shot for ya.

꒦꒷♡꒷꒦

it was around 8pm on a saturday night, and you and austin were at home, spending the rest of your night in your little apartment. you were sitting on your bed in a short white lace nightgown, scrolling through instagram. austin was across the room sitting at his desk, playing a game on his xbox. he had been playing for a little while now, screaming at his friends into the microphone and raging everytime he had to redo the level.

getting a little tired of his lack of attention, you put your phone down and walked over to where he was sitting. you stood behind him, rubbing his shoulders gently. he relaxed into your touch, leaning back into the chair with his eyes still locked on the screen in front of him. you leaned down to his ear and whispered,

“are you having fun, handsomel?”

it took him a second to respond, so you tapped his shoulder lightly which made him look back at you then back at the screen.

“uh- what? oh yeah im fine sorry im about to die”

right when he said that the tv went black and the words “game over” illuminated the screen. you could hear his friends complaining through the microphone. he threw the controller down on the game, rubbing his eyebrows and letting out a sigh.

you giggled a little bit, it was funny to see a grown man get so upset over a video game. “it's okay love, just try again” you spoke. he turned around with a stern look, “i can’t just fuckin’ try again, it’s gonna take me hours to redo all this.”

you were a little taken back by his harsh tone, so you took your hands off his shoulders and rolled your eyes, annoyed that the game was getting more attention than you. you layed back on the bed staring at the ceiling. you weren’t upset that austin was choosing his game over you right now, i mean he worked practically everyday so he needed a break sometimes, you were just craving him. jeez, when were you not? you wanted his touch, his lips on yours and his domination. you wanted him right now and that was the only thing going through your mind. acting on your thoughts you walked over again but this time you stood in front of him, between him and the desk.

“baby- could you please move?” he moved his head to the left and right trying to see around your waist. you stepped closer and put your legs through the arm holes of the chair, lowering yourself onto his waist. you were now facing him, your chests together as he looked at the screen with a confused, mad look. He kissed your cheek then laid his chin on your shoulder, pressing down the buttons on the controller. you smirked knowing he had no idea what was about to come.

you started off light, moving your hips back and forth. you weren’t sure if he knew you were even moving so you applied some more pressure, fully sitting on his dick. “guys over there ov-” he stopped mid sentence. with your smirk growing bigger, you went faster, now basically dry humping him. he switched the mic setting so it was on mute and questioned “what are you doing?”

you looked at him and took off the straps of your nightgown, letting it fall down to your waist, showing off your matching white undergarments. he looked at you up and down, drinking in your figure. you had him wrapped around your finger.

you bent down to is ear and whispered, “you’re gonna sit still and act normal while i take your dick, sound good?” you cocked your head to the side, awaiting his response. he looked up at you with a shocked expression, coming from your dominance toward him. “i like it when you’re bossy.” he squeezed your thigh. “and you didn’t answer my question.” you added to his compliment. he gave you the ‘let’s see what you got look,’ and you knew you had the okay. you took a little less pressure off his waist so he could pull down his sweatpants, boxers following.

you sat down so his member was resting, hard, against your stomach. you looked away from his piercing eyes and spat onto the tip, slowly taking your thumb and spreading it around. he bit his lip and closed his eyes for a split second taking in the feeling. he snapped out of his trance quickly when his friends started yelling at him for his inactivity.

he went to respond but you stroked his cock slowly and he but his lip to hide back a moan and put the mic on mute again. you bit the inside of your cheek trying not to smile after seeing how much pleasure he was receiving. he let out a low groan when you cupped his balls slowly. you stopped your hands, looking at him. he quickly mouthed “sorry” as he disobeyed you. “not one noise from you” he nodded and you stroked him again.

after a few minutes of austin holding back moans, you could tell he was close, he was barely even focusing on the game anymore, mostly on the way your fingers gently warmed his cock. you stopped and stood up moving your panties to the side. he furrowed his eyebrows, needing more of your touch.

“how bad do you want it?” you rubbed your clit slowly in front of him. he looked down at your hand then back up at you. “really really bad” he took one hand off his controller and grabbed your waist. you switched the settings so the mic was now on and got close to it, “hi boys, austins not feeling to well, gonna let him get some rest.”

after you finished your sentence austin said bye then immediately smashed his lips into yours. the kiss was sloppy but deep, both just focusing on grabbing whatever skin you could. he pulled away and rubbed the tip against your clit gently. you sucked in a breath, knowing that meant he wanted you now. you moved forward a little more and slowly sat down. you two had just had sex two days ago but every time he first entered you, it was like you were a virgin all over again. he was without a doubt big, stretching you out as you finally sat all the way down on his cock. you moaned and let your head fall back.

wanting more, you moved your hips back and forth, placing your hands on his chest. “does that feel good angel?” he questioned, blue eyes staring into yours. “yes, oh yes” you started to go faster, austin saw your need and started fucking up into you. at the angle you two were sitting at, he was hitting your g spot with the first thrust. your moans turned into screams as he hammered into you.

“oh my god aus that's so good” you moaned and he smirked and then faster, the room becoming hotter by the second. he took one of your hands and pressed it against your stomach hard. you could feel his dick going in and out of you. “you feel my big my dick fucking your pretty pussy? gonna put a fuckin’ baby you mama”

his words brought you over the edge, and he could tell you were about to cum. he circled your clit with his fingers taking one last glance at your gorgeous body being destroyed before you cried out a moan. your orgasm sent a hot flash through your whole body. your legs were shaking and your heart was racing. without even thinking you got off austin and got on your knees in front of him, trying to help him out.

he laughed, “such a good girl helping me out” he made a makeshift ponytail with your hair and was forcing your head down. the sounds coming out of your mouth were erotic. girks and glugs filled the room and you could feel tears streaming down your face. his dick started to twitch in your mouth and you grabbed his balls again. you felt the warm cum coat your throat before you tasted it. you swallowed and took your head off him, sitting back onto your calves.

he leaned forward into the chair, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him. He had never seen anything more sexy. your hair was all frizzy, mascara running down your face onto your neck, and a mix of his cum and spit spilling down your lip. He wiped it off with his thumb and then placed it in your mouth and you sucked the mixture off.

“you really thought you could dominate me?” he laughed and helped you up, sitting you down on the bed.

“hey, i had you for like the first 10 minutes” you responded smilining.

he wiped you up, got you all clean, and took you to bed. you two ended the night off by having multiple little tickle fights, and arguing over which board game you should play next weekend. right before you drifted off you heard austin's voice softly say.

“I will admit, domination by y/n y/l/n is something we should do more often.” his words took you by surprise, but you smirked and snuggled closer to him.

yep, wrapped around your finger

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler x reader smut

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imnotasuperhero · 1 year

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Deep, in the dark, you’ll surrender your heart.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: What started like a playfull banter leading to a nightstand, turned into something else in the span of hours. (There’s a small part containing smut that I set the font in cursive and it doesn’t affect the story if you scroll past it)

A/N: I’ve gotten this request Tuesday night and it refused to leave my mind untill I created it, so here it is! An over 4k gigant that had taken a night off my life, literally. I’ve been writing and planning since last night at 8pm and It’s past 7 am now, which I hope helps you dismiss any possible mistake since my two braincells are squeezing their fuel thank. Enjoy!

“I agree. That specific shade should be garnet instead of burgundy.” You commented, leaning into the stranger sitting at a barstool with her sight lost into space.

“I-” The body in front of you stood petrified for a few seconds too long. “What?” Frowned the brunette looking back at you with a quizzical expression.

“You’ve been staring at that wall for so long I thought you were analyzing it.” You shrugged. “Is this seat taken?”

“See if I care.”

You smirked, asking the beardy man for your drink.

“Interesting choice you went for,” the woman beside you noted, clearly hearing your order.

“You see, when you’re in my line of work, you’re forced to combine things even in random aspects of your life.” You spoke confidently, determined to try a new bed tonight.

“That’s so, huh?” The green eyes beauty sipped from her drink, and you felt your legs tremble at the ghosting smirk perched on her lips.

Thanking the man, you dragged your glass in her direction. “Wanna try it?”

“How do I know you didn’t pay the guy to roofie me?”

Clicking your tongue, you faked your best deception look. “Damn it. You’ve got me.”

The playful smile on those red lips captivated you in ways you never thought possible. “If something happens to me, know that you’ll have to watch your back for life.”

“I’m good at defending myself,” you winked, earning a hearty laugh from her.

Seeing in anticipation how the stranger brought your cocktail to her lips, you choked at the low moan she breathed after the cold, sour drink collided against her taste buds. “I see you know what you want,” she nodded just to take the drink out of your reach. “Nu-uh, this is mine.”

“Am afraid it won’t be free,” you warned, and you patted yourself on the back when you noticed the stealthy deep intake of breath she took.

“Is it beet what I taste?” She scrunched her nose in a way that made you smile.

The following hours were spent talking with that beautiful woman that has taken your breath away from the other side of the bar in which you met your friends at. You could always rain check for another day.

Wanda, as she introduced herself, was a woman of many achievements and the CEO of some growing interior design company located on the outskirts of Manhattan island and, just like you, she didn’t lack the guts to do whatever she pleased which, being honest, you embraced with open arms.

Sending a quick text to Charlie, you extended your arms, smirking when Wanda accepted the gesture, after considering it for a moment.

To say the distance to her place was taking so long was an understatement. Luckily the car had a tinted window that separated the driver’s space from you both, not that you would mind if it didn’t. Lord knows the things you’ve done in the backseat of multiple taxis.

Wanda’s intoxicating lips casted a spell on you for all you could do was try to win the prevailing war between you both. Your hands rummaged upwards, squeezing with just the right force, taking a throaty moan out of her.

But what had you gasping was the sudden weight on your laps.

“Someone’s needy,” you rasped, moving your lips from her lips down her throat, kissing and sucking on her pulse point.

“You’re the one who drugged me,” Wanda moaned, moving her hips against your bare thigh.

Moaning, you grabbed her waist, guiding her through the chasing. “In my defense, you were warned,”

“Shut your smartmouth and kiss me.”

But before you could do so, the car came to a stop, making her grunt. “Hurry up,” she commanded moving off of you, waiting to exit the car.

After she got out, you quickly closed the door, following her to the entrance of the captivating facade.

The simple yet strong lines of the elements conformed an appealing look, calling you to understand the unique blend of the different textures intricated in a good-looking puzzle of warm colors.

“Nice contrast,” you commented, scrutinizing every single aspect of the exterior of the house in front of you.

“I can give you a tour later,” Wanda spoke a few feet from you, the expectation clear in her green eyes.

“Right,” you rushed inside, not able to scold yourself for admiring the modern style.

“The way you chose abstract-” you stopped mid-sentence when Wanda’s slender finger burned the skin on your lips.

“Less talking, more kissing.” She smiled something impatiently.

“Yes, ma’am.” You smirked, capturing her lips once more, re-exploring every single spot you could reach.

Stumbling through your steps, your hands held tightly onto Wanda’s hips, your fingers itching to be in contact with the softest sking you could only imagine in your dreams.

“Zip,” she indicated as her hands reached for yours.

Doing a quick job of the zip at her back, you broke apart from her lips, looking intently into the darkened green eyes as your hands brushed the thigh fabric down her pale skin.

You could only gasp as your eyes ran down her body excruciatingly slowly, determined to take in her natural beauty.

Once her black dress was discarded on the floor, you quickly strip to your underwear to then push her softly to the bed.

“God, you’re beautiful,” you vowed looking at Wanda in her birth suit, fusing with the sea green of her silky sheets.

Smiling softly, Wanda took your hand, bringing you on top of her. “Show me.”

You didn’t need more indication than these words for the hungriness inside you roared at the hallucinating taste of her lips.

Your tongue fought against hers, in a game of dominance that only the strongest one would win. You constricted the muscle of your thigh against her core as Wanda’s hips bucked upwards with expertise, coating your warm skin with the sticky substance and you made a mental note to taste her. But for now, you worshiped her body like the goddess she was.

The sheets wrinkled in her fists as your teeth marked her burning skin, sending her into a spiral full of ecstasy.

The painful moan she released when you moved forward just right enough had you grumbling at the need taking over you.

“Don’t hold back,” you ordered her, kissing her as deep as you could, not having enough of her. The tips of your fingers itched with electricity the more your hands explored her lustful body, and the willpower to keep her wanting was dropping critically fast.

With one last kiss to her lips, you began a long but enjoyable trip down the sea of warm, smooth skin, feeding a hunger you didn’t think you could ever fill.

Sloppy, wet kisses pampered Wanda’s skin, sending her to cloud nine as she gave into the pleasure you provided her, turning her into a complete mess under you.

The nails dipping on your back took a guttural grunt out of you, which only served for you to bite just above her pert nipple. You smiled when Wanda trembled under you, jotting down your discovery on your mind for later use.

“Please,”

“Hmm?” You growled, too busy sucking on her pinky nipple, as your free hand pinched and massaged her other.

“I need you,” Wanda cried softly, thumping hard against your overcoated thigh.

Sighing expectantly, you left her breast with a pop.

Looking up, you made sure Wanda’s eyes stayed locked on yours as you descended through her sternum down to her lower stomach, amazed by the utter craving reflected in her darkened pupils.

A primal moan escaped you when your tongue lapped at her folds, your taste buds coated in that elixir you’ve got the pleasure to discover.

Not getting enough of it, you poked and licked every single corner you could reach, enjoying the animalistic moans coming from over you.

“Oh, fuck!” Wanda cried when your tongue entered her. “Don’t stop.”

Grunting, you obliged.

She asked you to show her your devotion, and you just did that for a few more rounds, until she asked you for mercy.

“You sure you can’t give me one more?” You smirked against her lips, gradually slowing the pace of your fingers after guiding her through her fall.

“Maybe later,” she wrapped her arms around your neck, bringing you closer to her, enjoying the mixed warmth of your sweaty bodies.

Giggling, you decided to give up. Propping yourself on your elbow half on top of Wanda, your hand started to draw invisible patterns on her chest, quietly listening to her humming.

“Wonder what other qualities you withhold,” Wanda mused, breaking the comfortable silence that settled between you two a few moments ago.

“Not to brag about, but I’m doing well in life,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

At the silence settling once again, you looked from the hand in her chest to Wanda’s eyes, questioning silently.

“Go on a date with me,”

Your fingers stop mid-movement as those words sunk in. She wanted… more?

“I don’t do dates,” you shifted uncomfortably, retracting your hand to your personal space.

“It doesn’t mean marriage, you know?” Wanda frowned at your refusal.

“I don’t care. I’m not looking for more than what this is. A nightstand only.” You remarked on every word, making sure she understood.

You heard her sigh pregnantly as you stood up, dressing up.

“Do you even know who I am?” the brunette stood up, too, walking around the bed to reach you.

“I don’t give a fuck who you are,” you hissed internally at those words. “I’m not interested.”

“I’m Wanda fucking Maximoff! You should be glad I looked at you,” the woman stepped forward, sending chills down your spine. The look in those green eyes that held so much glint a few moments ago shifted to one of anger. Her body stance alerted all your senses and you choked at the need to win the match once again, fucking that rage away.

Instead, you grabbed her shoulders, moving her closer just enough.

“Goodbye, Wanda fucking Maximoff.” You walked away, leaving a steamy Wanda behind.

A week passed since your encounter with Wanda and she hadn’t been able to expel you from her mind. The captivating, mysterious persona you possessed had her hanging with unanswered questions that, with the way you gave but held back, only seemed to grow by the minute. And the plans and documents she had on her desk only added to the headache her eyes were acquiring the more she looked at the different colors and textures.

‘I need you’ she sighed sending the text, turning around in her chair to enjoy the skyline in front of her. The imaginary finger scratching at her brain was getting the best of her, affecting her work.

The grasp on her phone faltered for a moment as the chiming startled her.

‘It’s an easy day. Come over to the bakery and we’ll talk.’ Wanda smiled gladly. She knew she could always count on her friend.

Stepping into the chilly air of mid-October, Wanda snuggled into her velvety coat and decided against driving. It was just a few blocks away and she knew for sure she could use some oxygen.

“I ordered your usual,” the redhead greeted as Wanda took a seat at their designated table.

“You’re a blessing,” the brunette thanked. “I was praying you were free.”

“That bad, huh?” Natasha smiled pitifully.

“Remember I hooked up with a girl last week?”

Wanda wasn’t someone to avoid subjects. She didn’t had the time nor the strength to kick around the bush. Much less when it was something that took over her whole life.

“Thank you,” Natasha thanked the young girl placing their food at their table. “She’s stalking you?” The smirk on the redhead’s lips made Wanda’s blood boil. “You should get used to it by now, Wands. Or better yet, create an alter ego.”

“Haha, very funny.” Wanda snarled, taking a bite of her cinnamon roll. “She basically discarded me like some piece of-”

“As your best friend, you had it coming a long time ago, babes.”

Those words ricocheted through her mind, suddenly realizing some… no. She was a goddess and everyone knew her worth.

“I’m serious, Nat! She didn’t even allow me to ask her out.” Wanda cringed at the whine in those words. You’ve come around like a brick wall and all she wanted to do was to climb it up.

And boy, did you come.

Wanda looked up from the sweet treat on her plate at the sound of the voice that haunted her since the day you left.

“Y/N!” The brunette witnessed quietly how -her- Natasha stood up, hugging you as you giggled, unaware of her presence.

“Long time, no see.” You smiled, keeping an eye on the barista preparing your order.

“Dude, yes! I’m sorry for not going the other day-”

“You’re okay, Nat. I knew it was a long shot for you to be back in time.”

“Really. We can meet tonight if you want.”

The whole interaction panged at Wanda’s heart as she saw you interacting so carefree with someone who wasn’t her. And the fact Natasha had known you all this time didn’t ease the betrayal she was starting to feel.

“-Wanda.” The brunette came out of her reverie at the calling her name and she’d be lying if the look of indifference in your eyes sent her soul to the underworld.

“Hi,” you acknowledged her with a polite smile.

Before she could answer, you hurriedly kissed Nat’s cheek, claiming you were in a hurry and your order was ready.

The feeling of emptiness invaded Wanda once again, forming a lump in her throat.

“What’s wro- It’s her?” Natasha asked scandalized. Her green eyes wide open.

“That’s Y/N,” Wanda sighed, looking defeated at your attitude.

“Oh, my.” Natasha sat back down, her gaze full of pitiness. “I’m sorry, Wands. She’s… she’s out of reach.”

“You have to help me,” she begged.

To be honest, Wanda was tired of portraying someone she really wasn’t. She’s been for a while now. Her own past molded her to protect her heart and never let her naive self show again. But if the last few days served for something, was to show her she might have found the person she could trust her heart to. If only she could have you.

“I don’t know,” the redhead squeezed her hand supportingly.

”You know her, Nat. Why is she closed up to me?”

“It’s not you, Wanda.” Natasha smiled tenderly. “She… she has her own dilemmas, too. Just like you,”

Looking down at the design in front of you, you sighed tiredly as your mind seemed to refuse to let go of the encounter from hours ago. Wanda’s sad face was engraved into your retinas, making your chest inflate with something akin to sorrow with every breath you took.

But you’ve made your peace with your change of character. You valued yourself too much to be left as a second option for some businesswoman. That kind was never a nice feature.

You just couldn’t take the risk. Your heart weighed more than any pretty face with a killer body that invited you to their bed.

Thankfully, the knock on your door took you out of your head, smiling at the grumbling of your stomach as the time on your phone read 8 pm.

“Did I ever tell you I love you?” You greeted the redhead, grabbing the bags out of her hands.

“Once or twice, but it better be true for that cost me a lung,” Natasha smirked as she saw you licking your lips at the food in front of you.

“I’ll pay you back,” you shrugged, hurriedly placing both pairs of chopsticks beside the containers on the wooden coffee table.

“How about you design my future house for free?” Nat tried walking into the kitchen, looking for the cold bottle of wine and two glasses.

“You know you’ll need to buy me more than this, right?” You clicked your tongue, earning a laugh from your friend.

“We’ll discuss it another time,” she sat by your side on the floor, taking the remote to choose a movie.

Content, both of you decided on a lighthearted movie as you dig into the delicious sushi calling your name, commenting here and there throughout the whole duration.

The weight in your heart lifted a bit as you smiled at the peace the redhead provided you. No matter how long you’ve been apart, your friendship was always intact.

“So,” Natasha spoke as the credit rolled on the darkened screen. “Have you got an offer yet?”

“Still waiting,” you sipped from your wine, enjoying the tingly sensation.

“I might have found you a nice spot,”

“You what? For real?” Your eyes almost fell out of its sockets at the words. “Oh, my lord, Nat!” You launched yourself at a giggling redhead. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“It was nothing,” her long arms wrapped around your waist for a moment. “They asked if I knew someone and I thought of you.”

“You’re the best, really!” You gasped cheerily, breaking away from the hug.

You couldn’t fit more happiness in your chest. Granted, you still had to get interviewed and everything, but the idea of taking a break from the hustle of being your own boss looked like a great vacation after working solo for the last 2 years.

To say that night you were unable to sleep was an understatement for all your mind could think of was the different projects you’d direct for the next few years. No more deals with the clients nor complaints about prices.

Feeling optimistic, you looked at your reflection one last time before confidently walking out of your apartment with a steamy travel mug of coffee in hand. The blasting music coming from the speakers of your car had your head bobbing at the beat, adding to the feeling of pure joy you experienced.

But said joy muted into nervousness as you stepped through the floor-to-ceiling doors of the building. The bodies scattered around unbothered by your presence.

“Hi,” you greeted the lady at the front desk. “I’m here for the design team director’s interview?”

“One minute, please.” The blonde smiled warmly before tapping away on her keyboard. “Take the elevator to the third floor, then walk straight to the office at the back.”

“Thank you so much,” you smiled, fasting your grip on the strap of your portfolio bag as you walked the directions you were given.

Stopping by, you knocked on the ginormous wooden door, you straightened yourself, confident enough to not think about the looks the people working on that floor were giving you.

You prayed silently as the muffled voice on the other side invited you to come in.

But all the nervousness and expectations you had flew outside the window at the woman sitting in front of you.

“Y/N,” Wanda gasped, standing up and walking slowly towards you.

You took a deep breath and allowed yourself to calm the turmoil forming inside of you.

“I should've known better,” you grunted thinking back on the comfortable space you found Natasha last Thursday. You should’ve known someone like Wanda wouldn't stop until she got what she settled her eyes onto.

“No, please stay.” Wanda hurried to the door, blocking your way.

“Is the position even open?” You changed your weight from one foot to the other, feeling the previous cheery feeling slipping through your body.

“It is,” Wanda said, hurt showing in her eyes. “It was just a coincidence Nat knows a potential talent to replace Julio.”

“I’m sure someone else will pop up,” you sighed, ignoring looking her in the eyes. The magnetic pull between you both, getting harder and harder to ignore.

“Please. Just give us a try. The company, I mean,” Wanda corrected herself.

Looking up to those green eyes that liked to hunt your dreams sometimes shined with hope and you couldn’t resist. Not when you had finished the last project and had nothing to do until you found something else.

“Whatever,” you walked over to the desk, unbeknownst to Wand’s toothy smile.

“Here are a few of my designs,” you handed her the black leathery folder, fighting the urge to pay attention to Wanda’s reaction to every page she inspected.

Focusing on every single detail in Wanda’s minimalistic office, you quietly calmed your erratic heart as you dried your hands on your jacket.

After a few minutes of silence, the brunette hummed approvingly and you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“They’re really good, Y/N,” Wanda smiled proudly at you and you felt your heart do a somersault at the look in her eyes. “I like how detailed your lines are.”

“Thank you,” you smiled shyly.

“I have a question, though,” Wanda closed the folder and placed it on her desk, her intertwined hands over it. “I only see your designs lead towards the simplistic, detailed styles. How do you manage with Victorian style?” The perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised in a criticizing way and could only stand still, hiding the unsettling tickles on your stomach.

Was that still ongoing? You knew there was always someone who wanted their place overcrowded with furniture that only served to suffocate you the longer you stayed inside the room. But never thought it was something this company specialized in.

“It makes me cringe, but I can put the client's wishes over my comfort,” you answered honestly.

“Good, because as the head of the interior design department, you must be open to things that give you nightmares.” Wanda smiled, trying to win your trust.

And that she did. Every new interaction she pulled out of you, served for you to see her as Wanda the person and not as your boss. With every project you both discussed, the closest you two became and what started like an overstay on a stormy night to finish some big project, turned into impromptu after-hour at least once a month. And Wanda couldn’t be prouder of herself for fooling you into deadlines that could easily be met the following day.

“Food is here,” Wanda informed you, walking towards the door. “Hope you feel like having Thai.”

“Sure,” you agreed, your attention focused on the different palettes of blues trying to find the right shade for this nursery. Unaware of Wanda’s soft gaze on you.

One of Wanda’s oldest clients asked for her to be the one who designed the brand new house he wanted to gift her daughter, and of course, she thought this was a great way to have you stay longer.

The more you opened up to her, the harder it was for Wanda to give up her hopes. And in consequence, the deeper she felt for you, like an innocent girl walking towards a spooky candy store filled with the sweetest treats you could imagine.

“Let’s take a break,” she suggested entering her office, looking at your couched form painting on the plan under you.

“It’s okay, I can multitask,” you shrugged.

Sighing, she walked over and took the coloring pencil off your hand. “I’m not asking,” she looked sternly at you.

“Fine,” you huffed, following her to the small sofa adjacent to her desk.

Allowing the comfortable silence that settled between you, Wanda ate her noodles thinking of the right way to say what she needed.

The curiosity was taking the best of her and the fact that Natasha was secretive about it only added to the itching feeling eating her from the inside out.

“Can I ask you something?”

Wanda could only smile softly at the innocent look you gave her as you nodded with the chopsticks still in your mouth and a single noodle escaping your lips.

“Why you refuse to go on dates?” She braced herself for the stormy argument about to start.

Only, it never came.

“Why so insistent?” You swallowed, allowing your shoulders to fall.

“It’s the only thing that haunts me every moment since we hooked up,” Wanda explained honestly, seeing how your face shifted from discomfort to resignation.

“My ex was a lawyer. She always put her work over me, no matter how much I tried to get her to come home before midnight.” You spoke softly and Wanda felt a pang in her heart at the disappointment in your voice.

“After I stomp down my foot, I promised myself to never be the second option for someone else. If my girlfriend can’t stop working to come to our bed, then she could never be the right one.”

“I’m sorry,” Wanda could only ache at your confession, the tugs at her heart only pulling further, imagining you alone in bed feeling so small in the nighttime.

“You know not everyone is the same, right?” She tried, tiptoeing into the idea forming in her mind.

“Says the one who stays after hours every other day,” you smirk.

“I don’t like being alone,” Wanda thought it was only fair to share her own issue.

Your small laugh got Wanda frowning. What could be funny about this?

“Nat would be all braggy about this,” you nodded in the negative. “She said we were meant to be,” you looked up at her and Wanda’s heart missed a few beats.

“Wouldn’t doubt that,” the brunette smiled at the thought of her friend teasing you equally as she did with her.

“Can I kiss you?”

If her heart was having trouble beating by itself, she was sure she now needed a cardiac pacemaker for the dizziness that appeared for a second or two.

Smiling brightly, the brunette launched herself at you, savoring the lips she’s dreamed of for so long.

“Is this some default movement?” You smirked as she settled on your lap.

“Oh, hush. It’s not like you don’t enjoy it,” Wanda countered attaching her lips to yours, not having enough of you.

“Does this mean I get to take you on a date?” She asked hopeful, after breaking the link for much-needed air.

The look of playfulness that she found in your eyes made her squeal in anticipation.

“One missed date, one late anniversary, hell; even one plan canceled at the last minute, I walk out of your life.”

Wanda could only nod frantically at the prospect of you having accepted her. The foggy dreams at the back of her mind cleared away as her determination lighted brighter than ever.

“You have my word,” she leaned down to seal the pact with a kiss.

She knew that it was too soon to jump into the pool. But having you in her arms after surrendering your heart to her, Wanda made it her mission to never leave you down. No matter what trouble she got in, she’s had the emptiness of her heart be filled by you and she couldn’t retribute you any other way than to put you first above anything else.

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herrscherofinsanity · 9 months

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Enchanted to meet Yu

Summary: You go to a dance recital to support your friend Yeji but end up enchanted by a certain beautiful stranger.

Fluff

Yu Jimin (Karina) x fem!reader

Word count: 3.4k

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Monday, 7am.

You were making your way through the hallways of your school, greeting some acquaintances as you passed by them, not fully stopping to talk to them as your focus was entirely set on getting to your locker on time.

Once your locker came into view, you noticed the one right next to yours was occupied by its owner.

Hwang Yeji. She was a senior, barely a year older than you but old enough to be placed a grade above you. Regardless of that, Yeji and you had managed to establish a friendship over shared extracurriculars.

"Morning Yeji" you greeted the girl once you were close enough.

"Good morning y/n." Yeji replied, a warm smile on her face. That's one thing you admired about your friend, she always seemed to be in a good mood, cheering up those around her.

As you opened your locker, Yeji closed hers, but she didn't give away any signs of leaving to her class. Seeing as she was probably waiting for you to finish, you decided to strike up a conversation with your senior.

"What's up? Anything fun planned?"

"Do you remember that dance recital I mentioned a couple months ago?" You hummed in acknowledgment, giving her the go ahead so she continued, "well, the thing is this Friday night".

"That's cool" you shut your locker, turning towards her "are you ready for it?"

She motioned for you to walk with her while you guys kept talking about her event.

"I've been practicing a lot, I think I have the whole thing down but I'm still gonna get some practice done this week". She paused, biting her lip, a distant look on her face.

Her silence made you turn your head towards her, a questioning look on your face. "What is it?"

"There's this girl from another school, a friend of mine actually, she's participating as well and she's one hell of a dancer, I guess I'm a bit worried that my skills won't be as good as hers" Yeji confessed.

"It's not a competition, right? Don't stress yourself out over something like that. Plus, you're also one hell of a dancer, Yeji. There's really nothing for you to worry about" you said, sending your friend a reassuring smile.

"Hey! Would you go to the recital with me? Knowing you're out there will definitely help me feel better" Yeji exclaimed.

"Sure thing, I'll even get some flowers for you"

Yeji laughed and shook her head. Yes, now she didn't really have anything to worry about. Maybe now that she was inviting her junior, it wouldn't be weird to invite Ryujin as well...

Soon enough, you guys reached Yeji's homeroom.

"This is me, thank you for agreeing to go. I'll catch you later, okay?" Yeji said. She hugged you goodbye and made her way inside the classroom.

You made your way towards your own class. You didn't know it yet, but agreeing to go to that recital would end up being the best decision of your life.

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Wednesday.

[5:06 pm] Yeji: hey you :) the recital starts at 8pm on friday

[5:07 pm] Yeji: make sure you get there on time so you can get a good seat

[5:10 pm] Yeji: youre also welcome to bring a plus one... maybe that cute classmate of yours?

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Friday, 7:20pm.

You stood outside the venue where Yeji's dance recital thing was supposed to be held at, a bouquet of roses on one hand, phone on your other hand and Ryujin standing right by your side.

"So... what exactly are we gonna do to kill time before this thing starts?" Ryujin questioned. She was happy that you wanted her to tag along, but she wasn't a fan of having to be here with so much anticipation.

"I don't know, talk?" Ryujin rolled her eyes at you. "Okay okay, let's go in and find places to sit, then we can try to look for Yeji".

That seemed to get Ryujin's attention. As she was about to grab your hand so could get inside as quickly as possible, a girl running at full speed towards the entrance bumped right into you, sending both you and the stranger tumbling to the ground. The hurricane trapped in the body of a girl landing on top of you.

"I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean for that to happen! Are you okay!?" The stranger exclaimed, she picked herself up and then reached out to help you, one of her hands holding your own, the other wrapped around your waist. She looked you up and down, probably searching for injuries she might have accidentally caused.

You couldn't get a good look of her face, she was wearing a black Yankees cap and a face mask, but you could definitely see her alluring eyes. Mysterious yet exuding warmth... what is this feeling?

Too busy staring at the stranger that sent you flying, you didn't come up with a reply fast enough for her liking.

"Look, I would love to stay here and keep apologizing to you all night and pay for whatever damage I caused, but I'm running really really late. I'll try to find you later." she said, running away and towards the venue "Again, I'm sorry for crashing into you!" Wow, her deep voice left you trying to catch your breath.

"That was quite something" Ryujin mused.

"Huh?" Ryujin's words pulled you out of your daydream "oh, I forgot you were here as well"

"What!?" Ryujin was incredibly offended "you know what? Let's just go inside and look for our seats".

As both of you started to make your way towards the entrance, there was one question bouncing around your head.

Who was that girl?

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Once inside, you two noticed the whole place was buzzing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. There were people running around, there were others yelling orders, and even some who seemed to be at the verge of a nervous breakdown.

"I see two free seats up on the third row, let's go get them." Before walking towards the seats, Ryujin turned her head in your direction and narrowed her eyes yet her tone was playful "Try not to bump into anyone else, we don't want the flowers to get ruined".

You rolled your eyes at her statement, but she wasn't wrong. The flowers you got for Yeji had survived your incident from earlier but you doubted they would be able to get through another fall.

As you maneuvered your way through the crowd, you heard a few conversations here and there.

"I heard Yu Jimin has a solo tonight"

"Really? She's definitely going to ace it"

"Yu Jimin is so dreamy, I wonder if she's single"

"Hey Ryu" you turned to your friend once you got to your seats, the flowers secure in your lap "do you know who that Jimin girl might be?"

"Beats me, but we're here for Yeji anyway, she also has a solo tonight"

"Yeah, you're right about that, we should focus on her" you smirked at Ryujin "bet that won't be hard for you, huh?"

Ryujin blushed at your words, mumbling something along the lines of not knowing what you were talking about. You let out a laugh at your friend's flustered state. Hopefully they hit it off tonight.

Time flew by as you two kept talking about whatever came to mind, soon it was time for the event to start.

"Finally!" Ryujin exclaimed. The people sitting in front of her turned around in their seats to send a glare her way. "Sorry... but you can't deny that you were also thinking it!"

"Ryu hush! It's starting"

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You plopped down on your seat, a huge grin plastered on your face. Yeji had just finished her solo, and not only had she absolutely crushed it, everyone at the venue loved it.

"Wow, I'm so proud of Yeji. That was amazing!" you exclaimed.

"Yeah... I might be in love now"

"Now? Who are you trying to fool?" you laughed

"Oh shut it. Anyway, Yeji is done for tonight. Can we leave now?" Damn, was this girl impatient.

"Don't be like that, there's just one more performance left. Let's wait for it to finish, then we can go look for Yeji and leave"

Ryujin huffed but didn't refuse. The MC walked across the stage and announced the final performance of the night.

"Thank you, Hwang Yeji for that wonderful performance! Now, ladies and gentlemen, this next performance is the last of the night, so give it up for Yu Jimin!". People around you seemed to get even louder than before, apparently this girl was the real deal.

As the MC walked off, you noticed another figure coming up with a hood covering her head. When she turned towards the crowd, you felt a shiver running down your spine, you couldn't help the gasp that came out of your mouth which made Ryujin turn to you with a questioning look on her face.

"That's her! The girl that bumped into me earlier!" Even though you hadn't caught a very good look of her face, you'd definitely recognize those beautiful eyes anywhere. Not that you've been thinking about them for the past two hours or so.

Giving your full attention to the girl up on the stage, you were completely mesmerized by the way she moved. This girl was made for the stage, that much was obvious. Now you understood why everyone was so excited. You watched her every move, blown away by her skills. If only this moment could last forever...

Yu Jimin's performance was over a little too soon for your liking. If it were up to you, you'd spend forever watching her dance. You turned to look over at your friend, only to find out she was already looking at you, a smirk on her face.

"You're drooling y/n"

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that. Now come on, let's go find Yeji" you said while getting up from your seat and making your way backstage. Ryujin laughed, but followed you on your search for your friend.

Both of you made your way backstage, turning your heads in every direction in case you accidentally missed Yeji. It took you about five minutes to find her standing near a vending machine, a smile on her face. As you got closer to your friend, you realized she wasn't alone. Another girl was talking to her, you couldn't tell who it was since her back was facing your direction. Yeji won't mind if we interrupt, right?

"Yeji! Hey!" Ryujin exclaimed, catching both Yeji's and the stranger's attention.

Time seemed to stop in that moment. As you locked eyes with the girl Yeji was talking to, you realized you knew exactly who she was.

"Ryujin, y/n! I'm so glad you guys made it" Yeji walked over to you both, Jimin following close behind. "Girls, this is my friend Jimin, Jimin this are some of my friends from school, y/n and Ryujin". Yeji said, introducing all of you. The moment your eyes locked with Jimin's it felt as though it was just the two of you; the moment was cut short when Jimin averted her gaze, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

Yeji noticed the bouquet in your hands and let out an amused laugh.

"Are those for me, pretty girl?"

Yeji's statement made you laugh, it brought back some memories between the two of you.

"Of course" you gave her the bouquet and you both shared a smile "congratulations, by the way, you were incredible out there. Um... both of you were".

Jimin, who had been intently staring at the flowers now in Yeji's hands, snapped her head towards you.

"Thank you" she said carefully "that means a lot"

You sent a smile her way, taking note of the fact that you didn't seem to be mad at her, she returned your smile.

Yeji cleared her throat, making all you turn your attention towards her. "Ryujin, would you mind helping me get my stuff from my changing room?"

Ryujin felt like she was over the moon and inmediately accepted Yeji's request. Both girls walked away, leaving you and Jimin behind.

"So..." Jimin started "would you mind helping me instead?"

You didn't know what it was, but you felt drawn to Jimin, intoxicated, like something about her was calling out to you. Does she feel it too?

"Yeah sure, lead the way"

You both started walking in the direction of Jimin's changing room. Your companion kept stealing glances of your face, and you pretended not to notice. The walk so far had been silent, but it didn't feel awkward at all, there was something comforting about Jimin's presence.

"I'm glad the flowers weren't ruined" Jimin said after finally finding the courage to strike a conversation with you. Why was she so nervous? What is this?

"What?"

"I was the one that crashed into you earlier" she said sheepishly, a blush spreading across her cheeks "I'm really sorry about that, by the way".

"Ah, don't worry about it. Nothing bad happened, it's water under the bridge" you tried to give her your best reassuring smile.

You both got to her changing room, Jimin opened the door for you and then followed you inside. Instead of making a move to pack up her things or get dressed, she walked towards a couch that was placed in the room and plopped down on it.

"Come, sit with me for a bit" she said, patting the spot next to her.

Who am I to say no to this girl?

You made your way to the couch and sat down, keeping a respectful distance between you.

"So, how long have you and Yeji been together?" Jimin asked, a serious look on her face.

"What? Yeji and I aren't dating, we're just friends" you replied.

"Then... the bouquet of roses-"

"An inside joke, nothing more" you cut her off before she could finish her sentence. There's no way I'm leaving this girl with the impression that I'm taken.

She laughed at that and scooted closer to you on the couch, your thighs slightly touching.

"What about you?" you asked "No girlfriend out here to support you tonight?"

Please don't be in love with someone else.

Jimin laughed again, then she turned towards you, leaning in a bit as if she were about to tell you a secret.

"I'm not dating anyone" she said softly "I'm kinda waiting for the right girl to come along"

You shared a soft smile, she stared at your lips for a second before returning to her original position. No! Come back!

"So, tell me more about yourself. How'd you and Yeji meet?" Jimin asked. You would never know, but her heart was beating a mile a minute, it was taking everything in her not to do something stupid.

"School. We were the leads on a musical last year, we've been friends ever since".

"Ah, so you're also a dancer?" Jimin inquired, a spark of interest swimming in her eyes.

"Well, sort of? Definitely not as good as either of you but I'm not that bad. I'm much more into singing" you confessed.

"Singing, huh? I'll have to hear you sometime" she said, an easy smile on her face. "What else are you interested in?"

You perked up at her question, she seemed genuinely interested in getting to know you better. You felt warmth spreading across your chest. This girl is going to be the death of me.

"You're talking to the head cheerleader and co-captain of the volleyball team" you said, feeling proud of yourself.

"Really? So, you're into arts and sports, huh? A girl after my own heart. You've already seen me dancing, it's only fair that I come to one of your games or something" Jimin said in a teasing voice.

"Yeah, I guess you're right" you shyly said, you tried to play it off by laughing but you felt your face getting hot.

"You know what? Maybe we should put a performance of our own!" Jimin suddenly exclaimed.

You let out a real laugh this time. "Oh yeah? And how is that going to work? We don't go to the same school"

"We're not going to let something like that stop us" Jimin said, a teasing smile on her lips "we could put it up at the park or something like that"

You found the whole thing quite amusing. At first glance, you wouldn't think Jimin was this much of a dork, don't judge a book by its cover, right?

"Right, and we can put a hat or something so passerbys can tip us" you said

"Exactly!" Jimin exclaimed. "Just picture it, you sing and I dance along, I could even try to do some flips, you can teach me" she gave you a goofy grin.

"Wouldn't that be embarrassing?" you asked once your laughter died down.

"Maybe" she said, her voice softening "but we would be together"

"Yes" you whispered, as she was getting closer to you once again "we'd be together".

Jimin was leaning in, a million thoughts running through both of your heads.

Is this too fast? Why am I feeling like this? Is this the right thing to do? It definitely feels right.

Jimin was so close, you could feel her breath fanning your lips. You know what? I'm going to do it.

You brushed your lips against her own and just as you were about to fully close the gap between you, your phone rang making both of you jump apart. You gave Jimin an apologetic smile as you glanced at your phone, Yeji's name flashing across the screen. You sighed but picked up the call anyway, your friend was supposed to give you a ride home tonight.

"Yes?" you said dryly.

"Hello to you too, dear" Yeji teased "anyway, where are you?"

"I'm with Jimin" you said, glancing at your current companion you saw her staring at the ceiling, a frown on her face.

"Oh well, good? Say goodbye to Jimin and meet me at the entrance, we're leaving right now" Yeji said, she sounded a bit frustrated. Maybe things didn't go that well with Ryujin?

"Okay, give me a second" and with that you hung up the phone. You sighed, running a hand through your hair and closing your eyes. Goddamn you, Hwang Yeji!

Jimin reached out for your unoccupied hand, a sad smile on her lips. "Do you have to leave?"

You squeezed her hand in yours, returning her smile. "Yes, Yeji promised my parents she would take me home and I have a curfew".

Jimin felt the disappointment spreading across her chest, she didn't understand what it was but she felt a connection the moment she fell on top of you roughly two hours ago. She wasn't ready to let go, not before figuring out what these feelings meant.

You, on the other hand, got up from your seat from the couch and made your way to the door. You turned back to look back at Jimin, a soft smile decorating your face.

"Catch you later?" Jimin asked "we still have to plan our performance".

This is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the storyline ends.

You laughed, giving Jimin one last longing glance. "Yes, for sure. I'll make sure to pick a song while we find our way back to each other" and with that final sentence you left Jimin's room and walked towards the entrance where Yeji was waiting for you. Once you were close enough, you punched Yeji's shoulder.

"Ow! What was that for?" she exclaimed, rubbing the area you had hit.

"You're such a cock block! Ugh!" you said, walking ahead of your friend. Yeji let out a loud laugh but followed closely behind you.

No more words were exchanged between you and Yeji that night, both of you caught up in your own little words. You stared out the car's window, wondering if Jimin felt what you did, wondering if she was also thinking about you. Just thinking about her made you feel all giddy, a blush dusting your cheeks as you kept replaying the little moments you had shared.

You don't know how, but you know you'll definitely make your way back to her. After all, you didn't tell Jimin what was truly going through your head.

These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon: "I was enchanted to meet you".

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Friday, 11pm.

[11:11 pm] (instagram: katarinabluu has requested to follow you)

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A/N: Hi! I had a lot of fun writing this one, I didn't want to make it too long though. I might write a part 2 later on. Anyway, this was sort of inspired by the song Enchanted by Taylor Swift, I really hope you guys enjoy it!

You can read part 2 here!

#aespa #aespa x fem reader #aespa scenarios #aespa imagines #karina aespa #karina x reader #karina scenarios #karina imagines #yu jimin x reader #yu jimin scenarios #yu jimin #karina x fem reader

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chellestrash · 10 months

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Private Matters

Chapter IV (18+)

Cam Boy! Frank Castle x Female Reader

Story summary: After stumbling upon a cam website one night you quickly discover your favorite streamer. Unable to get the thoughts and images of him out of your mind you decide to become a supporter and the two of you grow closer to each other over time. Things get complicated when your close friend, neighbor and crush decides to express his feelings for you.

Chapter summary: Its finally the day. Your date with Frank is happening and you couldn't be happier. Everything is perfect...right? Well, everything except for a very small detail you can't get out of your head, and you're not sure how to tell him.

Chapter Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, swearing, alcohol, slight angst.

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: Thank you for all the support for this series i’m so so sorry it takes me so long to get the chapters out! I work, I’m busy i had a lot to do but it’s finally here! Chapter IV. I hope you’ll enjoy it, comments, reblogs and feedback are always so so appreciated, i love reading what you guys thing about it! Thank you @chelseasdagger for all the work and support!

Date with Frank.

That’s the first thing on your mind the moment you get out of bed that day and the main thing on your mind throughout the morning. It didn't really seem like one of those things you could shove to the back of your head and not think about it for the rest of the day. Whether you liked it or not, you kept coming back to the moment he asked you, and the moment you agreed. Your friend mentioned she couldn't possibly tell which one of you looked happier about it, and that little detail she was kind enough to point out, made your cheeks get warmer every time your brain reminded you about it.

“Stupid.”

You mumble out, catching yourself getting more excited about this than you'd like to admit.

“Morning.”

You send a quick text to Frank and the reply comes in almost instantly.

“Hey! Today still happening?”

You catch yourself smiling at your phone and quickly clear your throat, attempting to shake off the excitement again.

“Yeah, haven't changed my mind since yesterday.”

“Okay, good, can stop worrying now.”

“Frank castle worried? About me?”

You chuckle at his short response.

“Shut up.”

“So you have anything going on today?”

He follows up before you can type out an answer.

“Oh, just this date later on, probably around 8? You don't know the guy, you wouldn't like him. His name is Frank?”

“...”

“Smartass.”

You feel the butterflies in your stomach as you picture his slightly annoyed expression, and then roll your eyes at your own feelings. Sitting here, smiling at the texts on your phone? Really?

“So 8?”

He asks, and you send another message confirming the hour.

“See you at 8 then?”

“See you at 8.”

You smile again before grabbing your cheeks to fight back the smile.

“Stop it!”

You fight with yourself for another moment before setting your phone down on the table and deciding to take care of everything that needs to get done, just so you wouldn’t have to think about other things during the date. A little favor for your future self.

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The day goes by relatively quickly, and before you know it, it’s time to start getting ready. You pick an outfit—nothing too fancy but not too plain either, a nice pair of flattering pants and a slightly tight-fitting shirt. You’re only grabbing a couple beers, some drinks…with Frank…your Frank. The realization makes you feel gradually more tense as the time approaches 8pm. You feel thankful when your phone goes off and quickly check the text that just came through.

“Leaving my place now.”

You read and chuckle at the thought of Frank, your next door neighbor, texting you the moment he leaves his flat to let you know he's on his way…in the hall, to pick you up.

Seconds later, Frank knocks on your door and you quickly make your way over to let him in.

“You got my text?”

He asks, pointing at his phone, and you shake your head in disbelief.

“Yeah, thanks for letting me know so I'd have time to get ready.”

Frank smiles, and something in that smile makes your knees a little weaker. His outfit is similarly casual to yours, jeans and a shirt you haven't seen him in before. Did he buy it?

“Oh, you're so welcome.”

Frank's eyes glance over you as he looks you up and down, unable to stop himself.

"Shit."

He whispers and you frown.

"That bad, huh?"

"What?"

Frank asks, confused, almost worried.

"You said ‘Shit’."

"What? Oh! Shit no! No no, no no just- I-I you-"

He sighs, dropping his head low before glancing up at you.

"Listen, I just - think you look great...it slipped out."

"Mhm."

You nod with a smile, deciding to stop teasing that poor man, at least for now.

"So do you, Frank."

"Naaah, not next to you."

Shaking your head again, you grab your phone and quickly check yourself in the mirror one last time.

“You ready?”

Frank nods and takes a step to the side, getting out of your way to let you out of your apartment.

“Yes ma’am.”

It would be a lie if you told yourself you never wondered what a date with Frank would look like. You never really thought it would actually happen, but you did wonder, you couldn't help it. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, you've thought about him in that context. You had ideas, but you'd never think it would feel this…natural? Comfortable?

Frank seemed a bit nervous at first, just like he did a couple of days ago before actually asking you out, but that didn't bother you. You were nervous for a moment at first too, but quickly relaxed as the conversation flowed, the jokes landed and the music at the bar worked for both you and your date.

Frank was, actually, probably one of the best dates you've had in a while. Not sure why you'd expect anything different, you knew how good of a friend he was. The whole evening he looked after you, making sure you were safe and comfortable. His eyes never left you as he listened to your stories, answered your questions and laughed at your jokes.

The laugh reminded you of something, something or someone you couldn't really work out at that moment, but it sounded familiar. Not familiar in a way that you've heard Frank laugh before, of course you did, but…there was something more to that familiarity. Since you couldn't work it out, you decided to ignore it for the time being, focusing back on the man on the opposite side of the small bar table.

“You come here often, then?”

Frank speaks out a bit louder than usual, trying to talk over the live music, after looking around the interior of the place.

“Why? Wanna ask me out?”

You smirk, sucking the straw from your cocktail into your mouth. You watch his head drop with a loud laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, something like that.”

“Ahhh… I don't know if you're my type.”

“Oh really? What's your type, then?”

Frank looks up, waiting for you to keep talking.

“Oh you know, big guys, scary looking, assholes…you know what? That sounds a bit like you?”

He scoffs, looking off to the side, shaking his head before looking back at you.

“Really?”

You nod, a big smile still on your face.

“Yeah, but it's fine. Like I said, that's kinda my type.”

Frank smirks, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah? And how's that working out for you?"

Your mouth falls open and he laughs loudly, you follow soon after.

"Well...I’d say pretty damn well, managed to get you out."

"Oh, you got me out?"

"Mhm."

You continue to tease him.

"Oh, that's interesting, yeah, that's good to know."

"Yeah?"

You ask innocently, and Frank laughs quietly, the crinkles by his eyes so prominent when you make him smile. He raises his hand to order another beer for himself and a drink for you.

***

“So, what's your type?”

You ask when Frank gets back from the bar with drinks for both of you.

“My type?”

You nod quickly, curious.

“Don't really have one.”

You give him the look that can only mean a slightly disappointed “really?” and he quickly continues.

“Why'd you wanna know? Wanna ask me out?”

He plays your card, and you feel your whole face lighting up.

“I don't knoooow, maybe? So, will you tell me?”

Frank takes a drink from the beer bottle and for a second you get lost in the way his lips wrap around the rim, his Adam’s apple moving with every sip, and you have to stop your thoughts from taking you somewhere else. He frowns, knowing you well enough to assume you wouldn't just give up on the question.

“Right, tell you what.”

He starts, scrunching up his nose before he bites into his lip. He spins you around, so you face the dart board on a wall on the other side of the bar.

“You win that, you get an answer “

You think about the offer and look back at him over your shoulder.

“Bit of a shitty move since I already told you mine.”

He scoffs, shaking his head with a big smile, before giving you another moment to decide.

“What if I lose?”

You ask and he shrugs.

“You buy the next beer.”

You pretend to ponder on the offer for another moment before nodding slowly.

“Deal.”

***

At the end of the night, Frank offers you his jacket and you two make your way back to your building. Walking right by your side the entire time, Frank makes sure to keep your arms linked together. By doing this, he keeps you close, safe and warm the entire time. You think back to the many times you've walked this road on your own and feel thankful for having Frank by your side at this moment.

“Want me to walk you home?”

He asks when you stop by the door to his apartment out of habit.

“You mean to the other end of the hall?”

You point over your shoulder, and he tilts his head to the side with that goddamn smile. The smile that can make you so comfortable and so nervous at the same time, you feel insane sometimes.

“Yeah, okay, I could get jumped on my way there or something.”

You turn around and Frank follows, hands in his pockets, his shoulder touching yours as he walks by your side.

“Or trip.”

He points out, and you huff out a quiet laugh.

“I didn't drink THAT much.”

You lean on your door, resting your back against it and look up at the man in front of you.

“So.”

You nod towards your apartment.

“This is me.”

“Oh yeah?”

Franks inspects the door like he's seeing it for the first time.

“Mhm.”

You wait a moment, expecting him to start talking again. But Frank turns back to you, stepping forward, a bit closer now, looking down into your eyes. You feel your heart jump slightly, your pulse getting a little faster as your eyes drop to his lips before glancing back up into his gaze.

“Listen the-"

He starts, his brows furrowing as he tries to pick the right words.

“Was nice…the date, I mean I-you.”

He sighs. Looking off to the side, he shakes his head at his own words, before turning back to face you.

“You had fun?”

A simple question followed by a slight tilt of his head that makes him look probably the least intimidating you've ever seen him look. Almost like a puppy, trying to figure out the words spoken to them by their owner.

You nod, confirming your answer with a sly smirk.

“I meaaaan…could've been worse, you did good, Castle.”

“Yeah?”

Frank asks, and you catch him now glancing down at your lips.

“Mhm.”

You nod, it's gentle this time, and your lips part slightly as you decide to lean closer towards him.

“And you? Hmm?”

There's no real reason to ask now, not when you can clearly see the words fly over his head. A silent nod from him remains your only response as the distance between you two closes slowly.

“Mhm.”

He answers, and you chuckle, squinting your eyes as you lean your head to the side, now taking the lead in the conversation.

“Yeah?”

You nod, questioning him again, and Frank repeats your movements. His eyes are not leaving your lips; yours not living his, as you two move closer and closer together.

“So, do you-”

He starts, and you agree silently, your breathing speeding up as you feel your heart pounding harder in your chest now. Leaning back on the door, you hand the key over to Frank, and he unlocks it before pushing it open the moment you pull him into the kiss.

“Shit.”

Frank mumbles out your name, pulling you closer to him before kicking the door shut, his hand now resting on the side of your waist.

“You sure about this?”

“Frank, please?”

You mumble against him and feel his lips pressing against yours almost immediately. His hand rests on the side of your neck, his fingers brushing over the side of your jaw as he holds you close to him.

“Oh, shit”

He starts.

“Mmm.”

A quiet hum slips past your mouth as you feel his tongue pushing past your lips.

“Mmm, fuck-”

You whine despite your better judgment. Your hand drops between his legs and you rub over the bulge in his pants. Frank's hips push into your hand, and when you push your palm against him harder, his lips slip away from you. A loud grunt against the side of your neck.

“Shit, Sweetheart.”

The pet name almost makes you whine out loud, but you attempt to stop yourself as your thoughts conveniently send you back to one of the livestreams you've watched before.

Your eyes shoot open, and you shake yourself out of it, glancing down at Frank. His lips are still on your neck, making it easier to focus on him again.

You cup his face to tilt him up and Frank stands up, straighter in front of you now. Pulling you closer to him again, his lips find yours, and you two stumble towards the couch in the middle of your living room. Frank hooks one arm around your waist, his forearm and palm pushing against your back, before lifting you up.

You gasp, holding onto him as he sets you down on the couch. You lay on your back, your heart speeding up and your breathing shortening as you watched him unbuckle his belt. Your legs push together while your brain once again reminds you of a similar scene from one of the livestreams. You fight the urge to close your eyes and focus on the thought and, instead, reach out to gesture for Frank to come closer.

“Come here.”

You whisper under your breath, and Frank lets you pull him closer. Leaning over you, he spreads your legs open, pushing his thighs between yours before his hand holds your face again and the kisses resume.

Pushing back the guilt slowly rising inside you, you focus on the buttons of Frank's shirt, pushing your legs together slightly as you feel the weight of him grinding against you.

His hands slip under your shirt and you lift your arms up, allowing him to slip the fabric up and off of your chest. After tossing the shirt onto the floor, Frank quickly gets rid of his as well. His eyes jump around your face, and you fight the urge to avoid eye contact for a while before finally looking away.

“You okay?”

He sounds concerned, and his question makes you feel even worse. You can't explain it, not now, not here. You're not even completely sure if you'd be able to explain this properly if he wasn't kneeling between your legs with his cock hard against his pants, panting loudly as he waits for your answer.

You nod quickly, giving him a not-so-convincing smile, before scolding yourself in your own head.

“Yeah, yeah.”

You buck your hips up slightly, and Frank watches you move underneath him. The smile is gone now, so you assume he suspects something. With his hand brushing up and down the side of your body, fingers drawing on top of your ribs, he leans over you, his lips right on your neck again. You tilt your head off to the side, inviting him to deepen the kiss, and he follows. Attempting to help yourself focus on what's happening, you cup his face in your palm and tilt it up, kissing him fast and hard, hoping it'll help.

Why couldn't you just focus on this? Why did he have to somehow remind you of those moments you've seen before? Why couldn't you just stop your brain from making you think about the guy from the website? You weren't sure, but you knew you wanted this now, here, and with Frank. You did it; you've been wanting to for a while now, but somehow something didn't feel right. The guilt you felt about letting your mind slip to another guy while Frank was right here with you didn't allow you to focus on this moment, on what was happening, on what was in front of you, and on him.

You still wanted this; you felt good, you wanted Frank, but with your thoughts racing through your mind faster and faster, you felt your body gradually shutting off.

“Frank?”

You pull away quickly. His lips move down to your neck and he hums against your skin. You tilt your head back and whine quietly at the feeling before the guilt hits you again.

“Frank, stop just-”

You start again, this time pushing on his shoulder slightly to get his attention, and he pulls away immediately. Raising his hands in the air with an apologetic expression and worried glance, he stops everything he was doing.

“You okay?”

The softness of his voice makes the guilt skyrocket, and you feel the need to apologize.

“I'm sorry-”

“Hey, no, no, don't you-”

Frank sits up on the couch, moving away from you in order to give you as much space as you need in case he did something wrong, overstepped a boundary, or hurt you.

“Did I-”

You don't give him a chance to finish the question, not being able to think about him blaming himself for this.

“No! No, no, Frank, oh my god, no it-”

Hiding your face in your hands, you attempt to calm yourself down. The whole situation feels so ridiculous that you don't even know how to begin to explain it to him.

“God no, Frank, it's only my fault.”

“No, sweetheart, don't-hey, listen to me if I-”

That goddamn pet name. He swallows hard, and you watch his eyes flutter across your face.

“I-I-I hurt you.”

“No, Frank.”

“In any way.”

He continues, speaking over you.

“If I did, you just tell me, okay? Just, just tell me, so I know what I did and what-”

"No, it's me! It's me, Frank, I-"

He looks up, letting you talk this time. You speak loudly, thinking through the words you're about to say in an attempt to explain this ridiculous situation and the heavy, guilty feeling now stuck right in the middle of your chest.

“There's a guy.”

You swallow hard, knowing how dumb that sounds considering what the “guy” does.

“I talk to... sometimes I...I don't know why this is so stupid.”

“A guy?”

Frank repeats your words. He doesn't sound angry; he doesn't really sound like anything if you think about it.

"Yeah, I don't even know him like that, I mean, I do, but I…”

“From the bar?”

He attempts to guess, and it catches you slightly off guard.

“What? No, oh MY god, NO?”

You give him a disgusted look, shaking your head, and he scoffs quietly. The atmosphere seems to be loosening slightly.

“You think of me that bad, Castle?”

You joke, and he just shakes his head softly.

“So…”

You proceed with your explanation.

“A guy I talk to sometimes and we…”

You look at Frank, hoping he'd understand whatever broken-up sentences you manage to throw at him, even though it seems nearly impossible.

“Hook up?”

He guesses again, wrong.

“...No!"

"Sweetheart, you gotta give me something."

"It's just like...phone, video stuff, I guess.”

You finally get it off your chest. Feeling fucking terrible about the whole thing, you stare down at your hands, picking at your fingers as you wait for him to say something, anything.

A scoff. A scoff and a loud giggle is what you get. Turning your face in his direction immediately, you find yourself unsure of what to say or how to comment on his reaction.

“Phone stuff? Jesus… Christ, you...had me thinking."

You can't believe him.

Your jaw drops at this man's audacity, and you have to stop yourself from commenting on it.

“What? I had you thinking, what?!”

“Thought it was something serious!”

He laughs, and so do you, still unable to believe him.

“You asshole!”

You push him, and he leans to the side slightly before moving back closer to you.

“Oh my god.”

You cup your face in your hands and take a second to question all your previous life choices that somehow lead you to this very moment.

“You probably think I'm fucking crazy.”

You finally speak up, turning your face slightly to watch him.

“Nah.”

Frank shakes his head before turning to face you.

“I think it's sweet.”

You can't stop the smile. The corners of your lips rise as the overwhelming tension and anxiety leave your body, and you both sit in silence for another moment.

“Sorry I fucked this up.”

You speak quietly after a moment of silence. A deep sigh follows as you rethink what you just said, feeling the guilt take over your mind again.

Frank frowns, his eyebrows pull together as he silently disagrees with your words.

“Fucked what up?”

“The day? The evening? The date?”

“You didn't fuck up more than me. Late, spilled the beer, lost at the goddamn darts.”

You cover your mouth, but the quiet chuckle slips past your fingers at the situation from only a couple of hours ago. Frank quickly turns to face you, his finger pointing right at you in a threatening way.

“Don't.”

He whispers, and you lift your hands above your head, attempting to prove your innocence.

“We won't talk about that.”

He mumbles under his breath, frown still on his face, and you nod with a smile.

“I promise.”

The tone of your voice makes the corner of his lip lift slightly before he turns to face you again. His features are softer now, there's no sarcasm or irony, just Frank. He sighs quietly, and so do you.

“You should rest.”

He speaks quietly. It's not a whisper, but it feels like one, quiet and gentle, comforting, and you watch as he stands up, leaving you alone on your couch. You second guess your choice to tell him all of this one more time, longing for him to stay a little longer before quickly pushing yourself off the couch and following him to the door. Frank zips up his pants, buttons his shirt and steps out into the corridor. You stay hidden behind the door since you chose not to cover yourself with your pants after you two stopped making out. Everything indicated that he's leaving, he's out of your apartment now, the date is over, this didn't work out and yet…the conversation continues.

You stand in the doorway, your quiet words fill the corridor with the floor both you and Frank live on, but they're not loud enough for anyone to understand them clearly. Not loud enough for anyone to interrupt. The conversion quickly turns into short chuckles and gentle laughs and when Frank glances up at you with that one smile, you feel yourself breaking apart.

“You want to…stay over for a bit longer, actually?”

You ask, and he shakes his head with a quiet scoff.

“I don't know, you got beer?”

“Wine.”

He nods.

“What kind?”

“Rosé.”

You answer, fighting back a little smile as he pretends to be impressed.

“Oh, shit! Hardcore stuff.”

You shake your head, visibly offended, and pull the door open some more, inviting him back inside.

“At least if we get hammered, I don't have to walk far.”

He points out, and you roll your eyes jokingly, your body relaxing as you sigh deeply, relieved.

You spend the next couple of hours on your couch with Frank. It's not awkward, it's not upsetting, it's not…disappointing and somehow neither of you mention or even think about what happened in the same spot not even hours ago. With a decent amount of alcohol in your body, the tiredness slowly begins to take over. You lean into Frank, resting your head on his shoulder, and he doesn't protest. He even sits up slightly and wraps his arm around your waist in an attempt to make you more comfortable. With the heat of his body right beside you, you let your eyes fall shut, unable to fight the tiredness any longer.

“You wanna…try the date thing again some other time?”

Exhausted from the anxiety, adrenaline and alcohol, you snuggle up into him and without the energy to accidentally mess this up, you answer with exactly how you honestly feel. You whisper out a quiet- “Mhm. I’d like that.”.

“Yeah?”

Frank slowly rubs your shoulder with his palm.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

Frank feels his muscles relax under the weight of your body. Leaning down, he presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head before whispering -“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

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innocent-cat · 10 months

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Hello, if you're still taking request could it be headcanons with with Vax, Percy, and Vex. (Separately)

Where the S/O is a lot like Yor Forger.

GUESS WHO IS BACK!!!!

Oh my gosh, I love SpyxFamily! right away xx

Reader x Vox Machina

Warnings - None

"Scarlet paint on their face", Assassin!Reader x Various

Vax

Okay, so, weird thing about both Vax AND Vex, they're extremely stalkerish.

the very MOMENT they thought you were acting even slightly suspicious, they immediately discussed it with each other.

"Vex-" "Yes, me too."

they most def hear EVERYTHING you do.

They had a little book that had information about everything you did.

your fault, why aren't you home by the mandatory curfew (that they implemented that nobody in fact listens to) of 8PM sharp?

You'll usually feel Vax's eyes on you when you come home after a bounty, but you choose to pretend you're oblivious to it so you can continue acting clueless.

HOWEVERRRR he eventually cornered you and confronted you.

you walked in and he was just like.. leaning against the wall all nerdy.. so you kinda just.. side eyed him and walked by..

"Where have you been?"

your heart dropped to your asssssss, him confronting you was so much scarier than it needed to be.

"What are you talking about?"

"We know you've been sneaking out. You're never home by 8."

"..Nobody follows that anyway, Vax.. not even Pikes home right now. Who are you, my dad?" You raised an eyebrow at him as you spoke down to him for asking you what's been going on.

"Vex told me you went to a washers covered in blood. What's that all about?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe don't stalk random people, it's creepy, Vax." You scoff, and storm off to your room.

You sit down in your bed and heave a sigh, letting the knife drop that was hidden between your arm and side under your oversized blouse.

Vex

Vex was the first one to actually confront you and get an answer.

(all combined head cannons above for vax btw)

she low-key scared tf out of you when you turned the corner and saw her.

full on mom stance, arms crossed, face seething..

scary.

"If you won't tell Vax, you better tell me now."

Now, mind you, it was like.. 2am.. and you tried sneaking back in because you didn't have time for a outfit change.. so you did in fact look very incriminating with a knife in your hand, drenched in blood.

You have no clue to get out of it, so you fake cry xx

You drop your knife and start crying into your hands, mumbling.

Vex's face DROPS, and she goes to you and holds you, rocking you in her arms.

"I'm not MAD, I'm just upset you didn't tell me.."

After the little cry, she helps you clean yourself up from them on because OBVIOUSLY what gf wouldn't help.

she was honestly just mad you didn't tell her..

(sorry her's is so short!! I'm like super duper tired rn)

Percy

lmfaooo Percy been knew

the two of you have always just kind of

not talked about it?

of course, you both are aware that the other KNOWS,

it's just Percy wants to make sure he doesn't say something rude to you

he loves u too much xx

He frequently stitches you up, cleans your wounds, and washes your clothes when you come home after killing someone.

Of course, he understands you're very dangerous and skilled, but the fact you're his s/o comes before your large bounty.

"Again? Seriously? You're getting too injured to endure this job." he sighed out to you, frowning at your dampened physical state.

You did not reply, but you looked away, towards a a window opposite of him. You matched his face, frowning.

You flinch back as he applies alcohol to your wound, hissing slightly to your pain.

"Sorry." He mumbled out, and he lifted your shirt more.

He bandages the wound, sealing it so it doesn't become infected. He then pulls off your shirt, and sets it aside to wash later, handing you a new, clean shirt of your own.

he literally loves you so much please assure this boy you'll be fine

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nixxsmokeweed · 9 months

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How Accessible Is Victoria square on East Hastings

A review on accessibility

Every Thursday at 8pm you can attend a punk show at Victoria square on East Hastings in Vancouver I love these show you are Guaranteed great music and a amazing community The music is a mix of alternative punk And Grunge But this isn't a review about music. This is the review about accessibility.

Seating

Most people hang out on the grassy field in front of the stage it is on a hill. For most people, this is going to be fine if you have a cane crutches, etc. I don't see this being too much of an issue. I have used to my Walker and my cane here. And haven't had too Many issues myself one time. My Walker did try to roll down the Hill. But some people went down and grabbed it. When it comes to wheelchairs, this is difficult though personally. Sometimes I have my friend or partner. Push me on the grass. And I get to talk and hang out with my friends. If the grass is an issue there is more areas to sit, and enjoy show.

You can also find a bench to sit at but the ones that face the stage are usually Already took by much older people so you Would need to Come an hour early To grab those seats.

The stage

You will find a large stage at the end of the field The show technically starts at seven, but usually doesn't. Actually, start to around 8 regularly do open night And surprisingly, I have not found a band / singer I dislike Besides that, they regurdy have local banner Throughout the month, with 3 to 4 bands playing per night. Shows are Thursday and sometimes Friday night. You can always check their Instagram. Ahead of time to know the set for that night there There's a decent amount of room to dance I was personally able to get my wheelchair and have come so fun and the pit. I do find people are a little nervous. To dance with me, I was in my Wheelchair But Majority don't seem to care. And what treat you just like everyone else If you don't want to get too involved, I would suggest staying in the sidelines as the pit can get. A little violence Personally, I don't know the care. And I like to get as close to the stage as I can. What I mostly Don't have a hard time with.

How many stairs?

In total, they are 3 sets of stairs, not including the bathroom which we will get into These stairs are mainly avoidable. He just have to go around. Watch can be a little difficult in some areas due to the Hill.

Bathroom access

The worst part about this Venue is the bathroom. There are 2 bathrooms, one men's ones, women's. Both bathrooms are underground. With no elevator the only way down is a very steep set of stairs. Due to this, there is obviously No disable bathroom stall I said it's an outdoor show. You can most likely find another bathroom somewhere else. But as a night goes on, that becomes a harder

Food and drink

There are 2 places in the actual park. To get food at drink, there is one lady who sells banic / fried bread and fresh jam They're also are trying to start selling sacks and drinks by the stage. This is Non-alcoholic drinks usually pop and Gatorade. Usually, pretty cheap drinks don't cost more than a couple of dollars.

Personal opinion and files score.

Person I love this place and i go every Thursday the Communities it Friendly Kind and very queer If they're in vancouver looking If they're in Vancouver looking For Free Event meet local punks I would a 100% suggested it as an ambulatory wheelchair used her. I do have my issues getting around the hill and The bathroom I could not see someone who could not get out from their wheelchair Get around comfortably Without assistance Overall, I give Victoria square 5.5/10 If you're interested in more reviews please Give me a follow as it's my goal to. Review venues/seams. That way, people with disabilities can find out what is accessible to them.

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edensbuttercups · 1 year

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Hello, back by no one's demand is ✨me✨!

Could I request #32 "why are you so cold" once more with Mr Garcia?

There's absolutely no presh, I just love you lots and hope you have a nice day 🥰

Incredible dose of serotonin you’ve supplied to me, just like you always do! ✨

This was a lot of fun to write, probably defrosted me from my little writer’s block/writer’s laziness, so also yeah, might not be super polished around the edges, but I hope you enjoy it either way 😌

(The formatting probably is chaos, since I’m publishing this from my phone, but 🥲)

Love you lots, hope your day goes great ♥️

Working at the Hard Deck wasn’t always the easiest, the Friday and Saturday night crowds being the worst to deal with, but it was still fun most of the time, working side by side with Penny, and getting to chat with the Top Gun squad here and there, the new squad welcoming you with smiles and jokes from the get go.

You wiped down the counter for what felt like the hundredth time tonight, not having much to do but sit, clean or be, since the few people there were satisfied with their drinks and the music, leaving you alone for the most part. Around 8pm Hangman and Coyote walked in, ordering a beer and making their way to the darts area, soon joined by Payback and Rooster, which not only meant having more chatter and general loudness, but also more movement for you, giving you something to do. Then, less than half an hour later, he walked in, the one wizzo you couldn’t help but like, chat with, the busy nights made funner with his jokes and flirting, and the quieter nights spent together talking about his job, what he could share at least, and his passions, his nerdy side never failing to come out.

“Hello, Bartender.” He hummed, leaning against the counter with a soft smile. You were thankful that not many people were around, allowing you to spend a little extra time chatting to him, not having to rush through his order like some nights. “You know, I do have a name” you teased, placing the cloth down in front of you, tilting your head from side to side to stretch, trying to ease some of the tension. “When you start calling me by my name, rather than my callsign, then I’ll call you by yours.” He grinned, challenging you gently, turning around when he heard Hangman cheer, probably doing his usual great job at winning at darts, judging by all the gloating he was doing. “So Bartender is my callsign? Seems awfully unimaginative, Garcia.” You teased back, reaching for a beer and opening it for him, setting it down on the counter. He still hadn’t given you the squad’s order, but you had spotted his empty beer earlier on, so you were sure this was what he was here for. “Oh, last name! We’re improving.” He grinned, tipping his beer up to thank you. “Shut up.” You chuckled, shaking your head and leaning against the counter, “anything else for the group?” “Beer for Hangman and Coyote, the others still have drinks. For now.” He said with a smirk. “Oh, so I’ll be seeing you again? How unfortunate.” You joked, leaning down to grab the other two beers and handing them to him, chuckling when he winked at you, making his way back to the back of the room.

As the night went on, the crowds grew thicker and the noise levels rose, but you found yourself constantly stealing glances at Fanboy whenever you had a moment to spare, him joining you at the counter ever so often to grab more drinks for everyone.

As the clock struck midnight and the last call was made, the bar started to clear out, the Top Gun squad being the last ones left. Fanboy walked up to you, his expression playful as the others slowly started filtering out, some quiet goodbyes thrown your way as the bell over the door rang. “Need any help?” He asked, passing you the empty bottles and waving at Phoenix as she walked out, then at Hangman, the last one out, leaving the two of you alone in the bar. “I could never say no to free labor.” You joked, passing him a damp cloth so he could wipe down the tables, glad to take the extra help, but mainly glad to get to spend more time with him now that your shift was over. As the two of you worked together to clean up the bar, you found yourself growing more relaxed, enjoying listening to him talk, his comments and stories about your and his interests, your favorite movies and books, your favorite songs, some to which you swayed to as you cleaned and tidied, and before you knew it, there you were, at almost 2 am and with everything cleaned up. "Thanks for your help, Fanboy. Maybe you didn’t make it a quicker job than what it would’ve been without your help, but you definitely made it more fun," you said, playfully teasing him while also smiling gratefully, truly thankful for the help.

"Anytime, Bartender. It was fun," he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “and I could’ve been quicker with my cleaning, but that would’ve meant spending less time with you.” he defended with a smirk. “Oh, is that so?” You asked, tilting your head and looking at him, before reaching for the keys to the bar, checking that everything had been taken care of before turning the lights off. He hummed, nodding, grabbing his jacket and slipping it on, holding the door open for you as you slipped out, locking it behind you and checking that it was closed. “Heading home?” He asked, frowning softly as he stepped outside, the difference in temperature noticeable, at this time of night. “Yeah. It's been a long day," you said, yawning and stretching, waiting for him to say his goodbyes, used to walking home alone. "Would you like me to walk you home?" he offered. “It’s pretty late, and I don’t want you walking home alone” he added, aware that you could take care of yourself, but still wanting to know that you were safe. That, and he didn’t want to leave your side just yet. You smiled, feeling grateful for his offer. "That's really sweet of you, Mickey." You hummed, using his first name, this time, feeling a little bold. “Hm. I like that. Sounds good.” he muttered, looking at you with a bright smile, “I like hearing you say my name.” You were thankful for the light surrounding you, his words making you blush and

The night air was cool, and you could feel the chill seeping into your bones. Fanboy noticed your shivering, turning to look at you with a frown, his hand finding yours and playfully hissing, intertwining your fingers together. "Why are you so cold?" he asked, your fingertips cold against his palm. You shrugged, assuming it was the general temperature of the night’s air that caused it, or maybe the tiredness. "Maybe you’re just hot." you chuckled, nudging into him and looking away. He smiled, shaking his head, “If that was true, then your logic should apply to the both of us, sweetheart.”

He took off his jacket and offered it to you. Smiling, you looked up at him, taking in the warmth radiating from his jacket as he draped it over your shoulders. It was soft to the touch, and the smell of his cologne clung to it, making your heart race a little faster. "Thanks," you said, your voice soft and hushed. He chuckled, his breath visible in the cool night air. "Just looking out for my favorite bartender," he replied, his voice low and warm. "Can't have you getting sick on me, now can I?" You rolled your eyes, looking at him, “You’re only after free drinks, huh?” you teased. He laughed, a deep rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "That's not entirely true," he said, grinning down at you. "I also enjoy your company." You smiled back, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Well, I enjoy yours too," you said softly.

The two of you continued walking, the silence between you comfortable and easy. The way his jacket enveloped you, keeping you warm and protected from the chilly night air, felt so cosy, making you relaxed as you walked. You breathed in his scent, a mix of musky cologne and a hint of smoke from the bar. It was intoxicating, and you found yourself leaning into him slightly, wanting to be closer, glad when his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he talked, his chuckle making you smile. As you reached your front door, you turned to face him, feeling a little reluctant to say goodbye "Thanks for letting me walk you home," he said softly. You smiled up at him, feeling a little bashful with how close he was smiling, his hand slipping from around your shoulder and falling to your hand, instead, holding it softly. "Thanks for being such good company," you replied. For a moment, you both just stood there, the silence between you simple and comfortable, before your gaze met his again, smiling as he leaned down, gently pressing his lips to yours. A shiver ran down your spine, and you felt yourself surrendering to the warmth of his embrace. The softness of his lips against yours was everything you had ever wanted, and you found yourself deepening the kiss, wanting more.

The passion between you grew as his hands moved from your waist to your back, pulling you closer to him. Your hands found their way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you as your tongues danced together. When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your cheeks flushed as you gazed into his eyes. Fanboy grinned down at you, his eyes sparkling. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time," he admitted, smirking. You laughed, nodding. "I'm glad you finally did," you said, reaching up to kiss him again. As your lips moved together, Mickey's hand slid up to cup your cheek as your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. You felt his other hand slip around you, pressing you closer to him as his hand settled to the small of your back with a content sigh. His lips were soft and tender against yours, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as his fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your head back and deepening the kiss, savoring the sensation of his tongue dancing with yours. Your body hummed with pleasure as you felt his hands start to roam, exploring your curves and sending shivers down your spine. It felt like time stood still, you and him in front of your door, the cold night air forgotten as his hands and kisses warmed you up, the feeling of finally having him close making you dizzy. When you finally broke apart, both of you gasping for breath, you looked up at him, dazed and breathless. His eyes were dark with desire, and he leaned in to press a series of soft kisses along your jawline, trailing down to your neck. You tilted your head back, giving him better access to your skin, and let out a soft moan as he found a particularly sensitive spot. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer to him yet, unable to get enough of you. As he continued to kiss and nibble at your neck, you could feel your heart racing in your chest, the intensity of your feelings for him overwhelming you. It felt like everything had changed in an instant, but in the best possible way. When he finally lifted his head to look at you, his eyes were filled with tenderness and affection. "I've wanted to do that for so long," he repeated, his voice low and husky. "I'm sorry if I overstepped." You shook your head, a smile spreading across your face. "You didn't," you said softly. "I wanted it too." He smiled at that, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips once more. As he pulled away, he intertwined his fingers with yours, sighing softly. "I hate to do this, but I've got an early morning," he says, eyebrows furrowed, his hand still resting on your waist. "It's okay," you say, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice. "We'll make it up another time." Fanboy’s eyes lit up, and he gave you a crooked smile. "You bet we will. Maybe I'll take you out on a proper date. Or maybe I'll cook for you." You couldn’t help but grin at the thought of Mickey cooking for you. "Just make sure it's spicy enough to warm me up," you teased, feeling a shiver run through you as he leaned in closer. Mickey chuckled softly, his breath hot against your ear. "I'll do my best. And if that's not enough, I'll find another way to keep you warm." He said, pulling back, his eyes flickering with a hint of mischief as he winked at you. "Until next time, beautiful." he hummed, placing another soft kiss to your cheek before stepping away, waving at you before walking his own way home.

You woke up the next morning, the light coming in from your window casting a warm glow on the room. Stretching languidly, you smiled as you remembered the evening you had shared with Mickey. You picked up your phone, smiling when you read his message, sent in the early hours of the morning. Good morning! :) I’ve been thinking about you all night, I had a great time. So, if you’re up to it, the offer for dinner still stands. Maybe tonight, if that works for you? You grinned as you read his message, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of spending more time with him, this time away from the bar. I’d love that, you typed, at what time should I come over? It wasn’t long until he answered back, telling you to come over whenever you wanted after six, knowing that’s when he’d be home after training.

You smiled and sent another message, spending the day relatively relaxed, showering and cleaning your place before getting ready when five rolled around, picking one of your favorite outfits and putting some makeup on, texting him when you left your house, the walk to his place not overly long. When you arrived at his house, you were greeted with the aroma of spices and herbs, the sound of Latin music playing softly in the background.

Mickey opened the door, looking just as handsome as he did the night before, his hair tousled and his smile wide. “Well, hello. Fancy seeing you here.” He grinned, stepping to the side so you could walk in. You followed him into the kitchen, taking a seat on one of the stools, smiling as he stood by the stove, smiling as he started telling you about what he was cooking, a big smile on his face. The smells of cumin, chili, and coriander filled your senses, and you felt your stomach growl in anticipation as you took in the cozy atmosphere of his apartment, the warm glow of the candles on the table and the soft music in the background. “Hungry?” He asked, smiling. “Yep.” You chuckled, resting your head in your hand as you watched him move around with such confidence. As you watched Mickey cook, you couldn't help but notice how effortlessly he moved around the kitchen. It was clear that he was completely at ease in this environment, like he was in his element. His movements were smooth and precise, and he seemed to know exactly what he was doing at every step of the cooking process. It was obvious that he had put a lot of thought and care into the meal, and you couldn't help but feel touched by his effort.

You took a sip of the wine he had poured for you, savoring the flavors as they mingled with the spices in the air. The wine was rich and full-bodied, and you knew it would complement the flavors of the food perfectly. You couldn't wait to try everything he had cooked. As Mickey cooked, he continued to chat with you about his love of cooking, how he had learned from his grandmother and mother, and how he enjoyed experimenting with new recipes and flavors. His enthusiasm was infectious, and you found yourself getting more and more excited to try the food as he described it.

The dishes looked and smelled amazing as he plated them, your mouth watering at the sight of them. "I hope you like it," he muttered, a note of uncertainty in his voice. "It looks amazing," you replied, feeling touched that he would go to such lengths to cook for you. "Thank you."

You took a bite of the first dish, a slow-cooked beef stew with plantains, and your taste buds exploded with the flavors of cinnamon and cumin. You couldn't help but moan in appreciation, and Mickey grinned at you, obviously pleased with your reaction. Over dinner, you talked about everything from work to family, sharing fun little facts about both, especially things you can use to get back at Hangman next time he annoys you, to your shared love of music and movies. You find yourself hanging on to his every word, smiling when he takes your hand across the table, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

As the night wore on, the candles burned down low, and the music faded into the background. You realized that you didn't want the night to end. You wanted to stay in this cozy little apartment, surrounded by the smells of spices and herbs. "I don't want this night to end," he muttered, as if he had read your thoughts, his voice low and husky. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Then let's keep it going," you said, feeling emboldened by the desire in his eyes. Mickey smiled, his eyes shining with happiness. "I like the way you think," he chuckled, before leaning in to kiss you, the soft brush of his lips against yours sending shivers down your spine. As the kiss deepened, you could feel the heat between you growing, the chemistry electric. You could feel his arms around you, pulling you closer as you kissed him back with equal fervor. The taste of the spices he had cooked with lingered on his lips, making the kiss even more intense. Eventually, you broke the kiss, both of you gasping for breath, smiling at each other with joy and wonder. "Thank you for dinner," you said, your voice soft and sincere. "Anytime," Mickey replied, his eyes shining with affection. "I can't wait to cook for you again." You smiled and nodded, "I can't wait either."

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sarcastic-kai · 1 year

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Kakashi Hatake headcannons

I copy and pasted this from my wattpad lol since i havent written in a hot second and I feel bad about it :/

•What he's like in the mornings•

Kakashi isn't a morning person. He hates the feeling of being in a deep, peaceful sleep, then having that ruined by his alarm clock or the sharp, unforgiving rays of the sun.

That being said, he always tries his best to be pleasant for you in the mornings, and he usually doesn't have to try very hard because waking up next to you is always worth waking up.

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You run your fingers through your lover's hair, giggling as the motion only seems to make it more fluffy.

"Darling," you whisper. "It's time to wake up, my love."

A soft grunt leaves Kakashi's lips before he shifts defiantly and rolls to face away from you.

Rolling your eyes, you huff with irritation. Every single morning it seems to be the same routine. Kakashi ignores his alarm, you try to wake him up, he ignores you.

A small, mischievous grin snakes up your lips. Now it's time for your favorite part.

You sit up and shift to kneel beside your husband. Still grinning, you bite back your laughter as you snatch up your pillow, raise it above your head, and swing it down onto his with a loud, "HATAKE YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!"

The pillow makes contact, followed by a muffled "oof!"

Kakashi sits up, glaring at you as you double over in a fit of snickers and giggles.

Grabbing the pillow, he throws it back at you, hitting you square in the face and sending you rolling off the bed in surprise.

You get up, scowling playfully at Kakashi as he smiles sheepishly at you.

"Oops. I guess I used too much strength."

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•His favorite date idea•

Kakashi isn't one for over-the-top, grandiose gestures of romance and love. He's more of a laid back, simple outing sort of guy. He's different from a lot of people. While some people are made of bright bursts of violent vibrance, he is composed of gentle swirls of pastel tones. So while some people may set up an elaborate evening of fancy dining, extravagant entertainment, and romantic candlelit beach walks; Kakashi Hatake prefers to keep it relaxed and fun. His go-to date ideas are either a walk through the village, a stop at Ichiraku, and a movie at his place; or a lazy night in with take out, movies, and lots and lots of cuddles.

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"Y/n!"

You look up from your homework to see your best friend, f/n, standing in your doorway with their arms crossed and a start expression.

"What're you doing?" They ask, and you wonder why they sound so irritated.

You look at your textbook then back to them. "Uh... homework."

They roll their eyes and point to your phone next to you on the desk.

"Well, dummy, it's 8pm and you said you had an outing with Kakashi at 6:40."

"oh shit!" You jump up, knocking your chair back and snatching your phone off the desk. To your dismay, you scroll through your notifications to see multiple texts from your boyfriend, the last one dating to 20 minutes ago. you bite your lip, guilt and anxiety beginning to grow in your gut.

"Fuck," you mumble, running a hand through your hair. "he's been waiting for so long. Oh god, he probably hates me now."

"Actually, I don't."

You look up to see Kakashi standing behind your friend.

You expression drops, staring at him in shock and dismay. "oh my god..." you whisper.

Coming to your senses, you rush to him, nearly tackling him with a hug. "oh my god, Kakashi! I am so so so sor-"

Before you can finish, he plants a solid, loving kiss to your lips, cutting you off effectively.

Pulling away with a grin, he says, "don't worry about it. I cancelled the reservations because I remembered the big test you have coming up, so I let you study for a little longer. I ordered pizza to my place, and I am ready to walk you over there right now."

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•When you're sick•

Kakashi is a very gentle, concerned individual. After all he has been through, one of the hardest and more reoccurring lessons he has learned is to cherish those you love, and to take care of them. So when you're sick, he does just that. He spends extra time with you, gives you cuddles, brings you soup, the whole nine yards.

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"'Kashi..." your throat is horse and quiet, and you barely manage a whisper. But even that amount of effort sends your throat back into its painful, stinging blaze. You let out a whimper, but it quickly turns into a erratic fit of coughs.

The grey haired shinobi leans closer to you from his chair beside your bed, his brows furrowing with concern.

"Hey... y/n... is there anything I can get you? Maybe some cough drops or some tea?" He puts the back of his hand to your sweat-slicked forehead. "You're burning up. Your fever still hasn't gone down."

You try to say 'thank you captain obvious', but it comes out as a raspy, "thank... obvious", as your voice cuts in and out with the effort it takes to speak.

Kakashi seems to get the message though, and his signature mask crinkles in the way that you have learned to detect as his smiling underneath it.

"You're welcome y/n. I'll get you some tea to help your throat, okay?"

You close your eyes and nod, but just as he gets up to leave, you reach out and grasp his sleeve. He turns to look down at you, curious.

You smile up at him weakly. "Read... to me?'

Kakashi stiffens up, and you can see just a hint of a blush creep up his face and around the tops of his cheeks that arent covered by his mask.

"I- I really don't think you want that."

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•What he's like in bed•

Kakashi can be both a very gentle lover or a very rough one, depending on his (or your) mood. But either way, he is very considerate and very giving. He makes sure to make you feel loved and satiated, littering your body with kisses and showering you with praise.

He's open to a lot of things, and will try anything at least once if you ask him to.

He'll usually last about 1-3 rounds, depending on how wound up he is. He's very... needy after being on a long mission, but he always puts your wants before his own.

He's a king of aftercare. He'll draw you both a bath and massage you, peppering you with kisses and whispering sweet nothings into your shampoo sud-covered hair.

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You moan against your lovers neck, tightening your grip on his grey locks.

With every shift of his body and roll of his hips, he fills you up, stretching you around his member in the most delicious way imaginable. His thrusts are strong and consistent, hitting your sweet spot every time, driving you to the brink of insanity.

"oh god, 'Kashi," you whimper, moving one arm to wrap around his back and pull him impossibly closer to you. He grunts in response, his hot, labored breaths fanning across your neck and shoulder that he is nestled into.

Without warning he bites your collar, eliciting a sharp gasp and drawled out moan from you as you arch your back, pushing your breasts into his chest.

You can feel him smile against your skin, but you don't pay any attention to that, since all your focus is on your impending release. Kakashi's thrusts increase in speed, only serving to tighten the coil in your lower abdomen. Your entire body is tingling with arousal and lust, and with a few more thrusts you come undone.

Your entire body tenses up and you cry out in pleasure as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your mind goes blank. Kakashi keeps going, only faltering from his rhythm for a couple thrusts before he finds it again.

You want to tell him to slow down, but nothing comes out of your thoroughly fucked self. Instead, your moans increase in pitch, drawling out into some sort of desperate whine. But if you are whining for more or less, Kakashi can't tell, and you truthfully don't care.

Once your orgasm has finished wrecking your body it winds down, but it is quickly flailed up again by Kakashi's own chase for release. Within seconds your extremely sensitized body is driven to another orgasm, and for a few seconds, you swear you lose consciousness.

Pleasure envelops your entire being, blinding you with its enticing white light. You writhe and scream with bliss, the erotic sensations are like you've ever felt before, they're breath taking.

Once You float down from your high, and your stomach is coated with Kakashi's release, your eyes reluctantly flutter open to gaze up at him.

His grey hair is messy and matted with sweat, falling unusually flat on his gorgeous face.

He grins down at you, before quickly leaning down and kissing you passionately. You smile into the kiss, returning it with a spent effort.

Kakashi pulls away, brushing his knuckles against your face in a loving gesture.

The way he gazes at you, as if you're the most beautiful and precious creature on earth, makes you blush furiously and you cover your face with your arms.

Kakashi chuckles, pulling out of you and running an arm along your side comfortingly.

"Come on, y/n. Let's go get cleaned up."

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ohimsummer · 2 years

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chill day ft. jean k.

18+ minors dni

spending a nice and relaxing day with your bf jean kirstein, where you both have the day off and can spend all of it doing nothing. and okay the day ends at 8pm but i ran out of ideas and i didn’t even mean for this to be this long lmao

content: fluff :], jean x reader, a few nicknames, some domesticity, fem! reader, suggestive themes, not proofread, pet names like princess and pretty girl

a/n: can y’all tell I don’t write often lmao...Went from writing my little pony fanfics to this, what a graduation

8 A.M

Jean is the first to awake, used to his work schedule that forces him to get up so early every morning. He has hearts in his eyes as they trace over your still sleeping form, the movement of your sides barely visible as they rise and fall with every breath you take. Jean feels unbelievably lucky to have you here beside him, bundled up underneath the covers and snuggled as closely as you could into his arms. He leaves a whisper of a kiss on your nose in an attempt not to rouse you from your slumber, and a soft chuckle falls from his lips when your face scrunches up anyway. He hugs you tighter and goes back to sleep.

9:30 A.M

An hour and half later, you’re the one to wake up. The first sight of the day is your lover’s face, eyes closed and cheek smushed against the pillow next to you. Your awkwardly maneuver your arms out of Jean’s embrace to stretch them above your head, and a yawn escapes your mouth. Despite your slight and careful movements so as not to disturb Jean, he re-adjusts in his sleep to pull you closer to him. You stare into his eyes which are barely open, only a sliver of his pupils visible, and lean in to plant a good morning kiss on his lips.

“Good morning, Jeanie.”

10:00 A.M

You relented to Jean’s groggy pleads for you to stay in bed with him a little longer. You’re dazed and it’s still too early for your brain to function properly, especially without coffee or any sort of breakfast. Besides, staying in bed wrapped up in his arms sounds way more appealing than getting up right now, even if you are getting hungry. So for now, you two stay in bed, half-asleep and waiting for the other the finally put their foot down and decide that it’s time to start the day.

11:00 A.M

It’s Jean who finally decides to get up and be productive, but you make him regret his decision as soon as he begins sitting up. His legs swing over the side of the bed, but before he can stand up your arms are wrapped around his forearm with an iron grip. You let out a whine, a plea for him to come back and give you his warmth. Jean almost gives in to you, like he always does. He wants to lie back down into the safety of your arms and the pillows and the blankets, but overall decides it’s time you guys got up, if not because it’s probably unhealthy to be in bed all day, then because you both need to eat something.

“Come on, baby, I gotta get up. I’ll make something and bring it to you, promise.”

Your hold on Jean’s arm doesn’t let up, and you gently tug him back towards the covers. ”No, I don’t want it. Come back to bed.”

At that exact moment, your stomach growls. Jean poorly stifles a giggle and you fall back into bed quickly defeated.

12:00 P.M

It doesn’t take long for Jean to whip up a quick lunch for you both, which is a sandwich and fries. Jean was fully prepared to keep his promise and bring the food to the bedroom for you, but he’s pleasantly surprised to see you shuffling your way into the kitchen.

“Hey there, pretty girl, I see you’re out of bed.” He flashes a grin your way as he sets the plates down on the kitchen table. Your lips are poked out in a pout and eyebrows are furrowed together. You continue your slow shuffle into the room until your reach your boyfriend, arms flying up to wrap around his torso and you bury your face into his chest. Your voice is muffled when you speak. “ ‘M tired. But I missed you and your handsome face.”

4:00 P.M

Most of the day is pretty uneventful. After you and Jean eat breakfast lunch, you guys find a home on the couch underneath more blankets. He lazily flips through channels for something to watch with you laying your full body on top of him, strands of hair in his face and arms firmly wrapped around his body. Jean’s free hand rubs up and down your back, sometimes stopping to rest in your hair or, when he wants a reaction out of you, on your ass accompanied with a slap or a light squeeze.

“You’re not funny,” you say and turn your head to face him. Despite trying his best to hide it, there’s a hint of a smirk on Jean’s face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, baby” is his eventual reply. You get up to move to the other side of the couch, but he places a firm hand on your back. Your laziness takes over immediately and you flop back down onto Jean’s chest with a huge sigh, much to his amusement.

“Giving up already?” You don’t even have to look at him, you can hear the smirk on his face.

Another dramatic sigh leaves your lips. ”Yeah, I changed my mind, Jeanie-boy. You can’t get rid of me that easily.” You throw a mischievous glance his way, and suddenly you guys are right back where you started.

5:00 P.M

Jean eventually grows bored of flipping through the same few channels, and he gives you the remote instead with new intentions to bother you. He makes a game out it: incessant kisses on the face, light jerks of your hair, pinches on your behind, and at some point his hands were tugging the hem of your shorts down a few inches, only to pull them right back up and pretend he’d never done it. If he really wanted a reaction, he’d let his hands roam your body, usually ending up somewhere between your legs, but then he’d quickly retract them and place them somewhere on your waist or back. It was driving you crazy, and he could tell.

5:30 P.M

You put up with Jean’s little game as long as you could, but it eventually got to be too much for you. You sat upright in his lap now, arms carelessly tossed around his neck and chest pressed against his own. Both of your tongues were down the other’s throat. Jean’s hands had finally stopped wandering, with one having a firm hold on your hip and the other busy between your legs.

6:30 P.M

Both of you were exhausted. Articles of clothing from either of you were tossed all over the floor. Jean’s hair was a mess on top of his head and you were a mess, well, everywhere. Your lover stands up to go run a bath for you two and it feels like it’s a repeat of this morning. Your hands are quick to find Jean’s own hand, and he reassures you that he’ll be right back.

“Won’t take long, princess, I’ll be back in a sec.” He plants a few kisses on your hands and gently places them on your stomach. It indeed doesn’t take long, but to you it feels like forever. Your vision is blurry and you’re in a daze, but you still notice when Jean picks you up and carries you to your shared bathroom. The warm water feels pleasant against your skin, and it reminds you yet again of that morning when you were wrapped in Jean’s warm embrace. Your eyes are closed and it feels like you’re on a different planet. The faint sound of splashing water fills your ears as Jean gets into the tub behind you. You lean back immediately and imagine yourself melting into his skin.

Jean leaves a kiss on the side of your forehead. ”Good girl, just relax. I’ll take care of you,” he mumbles into your hair. His breath tickles your ear, and the feeling makes your skin tingle with goosebumps. You feel yourself drift to sleep.

8:00 P.M

You wake up and find yourself in you guys’ bedroom, sheets pulled up to your chin and pajamas adorning your body. There’s an indistinct smell dancing around your nostrils, but it smells delicious. ‘Jean must have cooked dinner’ runs through your head as your body seems to run on autopilot. Your legs seem to toss themselves over the edge of the bed and you swaddle yourself up in a forgotten blanket resting over the back of a chair. You stumble your way after the smell of food and of course find yourself in the kitchen. Jean is nowhere in sight. You wander over to the stove and glance into the pot placed upon the surface. Heat radiates from it, so it couldn’t have been too long since Jean made it.

You call out for him. ”Jean?”

There’s no answer, but you can hear the TV in the living room and assume that he’s in there. You assume right and find Jean splayed out on the couch, head lolled over his shoulder and the remote having been discarded halfway beneath the sofa. The room is dark, and you like the way the colours on the TV illuminate his sleeping face. You opt not to wake him, and instead curl up underneath his limp arms. You toss the blanket over you two the best you could even though it leaves one of Jean’s feet exposed.

You place a last kiss on his lips, and are surprised to notice a small smile form on his face despite still being asleep.

“Goodnight, Jean.”

#if you see mistakes in this...no you didn't <3 #jean smut #jean x reader #aot x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirschstein x reader #jean kirschtein x you #jean kirschtein smut #jean kirschtein fluff

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sugawhaaa · 11 months

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Chocolate~

Han one-shot

Genre: one-shot

Warnings: suggestive

Word count: 968

A/N: this is my first skz fanfic I'm posting! Yipeeeee! I've been meaning to write this for like ageeeees and I finally did it! I hope you enjoy it ehheheh

Chocolate is such a vast topic, in the sense that there's dark, white, and milk chocolate. But there's also soft, hard and flavored chocolate. As a person who loves chocolate you love and appreciate all these factors of chocolate.

Today was your birthday and you sat on the floor in Hans' room as you waited for him to bring you your second present of the day. Earlier he gave you a ring in the sweetest way possible, Han can be so innocent. It was a beautiful ring, it was skinning and silver with a tiny circle gem on the top of it. You watched the ring twinkle as you moved your wrist back and forth in the light. That's when there was a knock on the door. It opened and there stood an adorable fluffy haired Han holding a plastic bag.

"Since I know you love chocolate so much I got you a Lil somethin'" he said, setting the bag on your lap and sitting next to you. The bag was quite heavy so you were excited to see what it was. Did he get you a jumbo chocolate Easter bunny or something? When you peered into the bag you found loads of chocolates. All of your favorites to be exact, and most of all. Chocolate flavored Pocky. You looked at Han with a huge grin.

"Oh my gosh! Where the hell did you get all this chocolate?" You laughed in amazement.

"The convenient store," he laughed

"Oh yeah," You said before opening a little chocolate egg that had caramel in it. As you munched on it you asked Han another question "how's your wallet doing?" you giggled at his goofy expression.

"That's none of your concern," he laughed and you joined him. You offered him some chocolate and he happily accepted. You two munched on this chocolate for quite a while, there was an absurd amount of it and you'd be puking for weeks if you ate it by yourself. Besides candy always tastes better with friends, or in this case boyfriend. At this time it was about 8pm and you finally decided to whip out the Pocky.

"So, Han, you know of the Pocky game right?" You smirked at him and his cheeks seemed to get slightly pinker.

"I do…" he said, avoiding eye contact by looking at the ever so interesting floor, covered in chocolate bar wrappers.

"Good so I don't have to explain," you said opening the box.

"Whoa whoa whoa, hold on," Han started getting cold feet as you set the Pocky stick in between your teeth. You slid it back out to talk again.

"What? It'll be fun Han," you said, getting uncomfortably close to him.

"Well yes I know but, it's just so all of the sudden," he awkwardly chuckled.

"Oh please you didn't buy Pocky and expect me not to play this little game with you," you then stuck the sweet stick between your teeth again. You crawled on top of him, basically resting atop of him. It was quite the uncomfortable position but he had grabbed the Pocky stick between his teeth as well. That gave you the confirmation to start the game. You inched your way up the stick closer and closer to his quivering lips. Han slowly moved as well. You reached a point where your lips were just barely grazing each other's when he let go. Admitting defeat. You gently pushed him down so he was flat on his back on the floor, while you sat at his hips.

"I win," you giggled and he just smiled nervously.

"Definitely," he mumbled as he stared at the sight above him. A beautiful woman, your hair tousled all over the place and your Lipstick smudged but still vibrant. You bent back down so your face was right above his, a few strands of hair that were tucked behind your ear fell just above Han's face.

"See something you like?" You teased him. He just stumbled on his words trying to come up with an answer. You decided to shut him up for his own good by gracefully connecting your lips. At first it caught him off guard, his eyes wide, but he adjusted quickly. His hands went from your shoulders and creeped up to your hair, ever so gently playing with it. He twisted a strand of hair around his finger and you took a breathing break. "Tastes sweet," you smirked as his innocent eyes scanned your gorgeous face. Before Han could comment on your beauty you smashed your lips into his, before swiftly sliding your tongue into his mouth. As your tongue roamed around his mouth you could taste the remaining chocolate flavor in his mouth. It was quite an interesting feeling. The way your tongue grazed over every inch of Han's mouth made him whimper and squirm beneath you. He can get turned on so easily sometimes. This little make out session didn't last very long because you had traveled down to his neck. Leaving little marks all over him accompanied by soft kisses. After you had finished having fun with him you just laid on top of him, head on his chest that was raising up and down slowly. Han still played with your hair gently.

"I'm tired," you sighed "can we finish this another time?"

Han laughed, making your head bounce a little. You sat back up. "What?"

"You're just so cute," he giggled, and your face turned a little pink. "Yes we can pick this up anytime," he said before laughing again. You laid back down on top of him, snuggling right in. That's when you spotted a little chocolate bar on the floor. You snatched it, opened it, and forcefully put it in Han's mouth.

"Maybe this'll shut you up," you giggled

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and is not intended to offend anyone. This is just for stays imagination and creativity.

Thank you for reading~❤

#stray kids smut #stray kids #stray kids fiction #skz x reader #skz ff #skz #skz han #han jisung #chocolate #skz imagines

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museum-spaces · 8 months

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oh gang I have been over doing it lately.

Here's a list of everything I did since last Sunday [6 August 2023]

Sunday; get up, get shower, eat food, convince myself to go to Vancouver Pride. It's about an hour away via public transit. Met up with a new 'friend' [thank you grindr, just friends thanks gang] and went in. watched for 3 hours, then walked through the festival for a few hours. Get home before dark, but couldn't tell you when.

Monday; stat holiday, walk Ianto, sleep, walk Ianto, sleep

Tuesday; Walk Ianto at 6ish, back to work; work all day on projects and staff needs, at 4 have a 1 hour meeting with 3 other people, at 5 have a 1 hour meeting with the Boss Man, take Ianto to dog park, get home after 8pm

Wednesday; walk Ianto at 6ish, very similar to Tuesday with added 'oh shit one of our staff won't be available for 5 days he's supposed to work leaving it up to me, and one other staff because the other two staff have vacation time and won't be in Canada' stress. Take Ianto to the dog park, get home between 7 and 8.

Thursday;walk Ianto at 6ish, just me and my Second for most of the day at the museum, lots of uping and downing of stairs to take care of things.

Friday; walk Ianto at 6ish, get to work, work for 2 hours, get lift to Museum of Vancouver for professional development, be told lunch would happen there so I didn't bring anything... lunch does not happen. Learn about native plants, new methods of display, and some other very cool things. Get back to the Museum at 4, eat a frozen muffin, work for an hour before taking Ianto to the dog park, get home between 7 and 8pm.

Saturday; get up late, walk Ianto from about 7-8;30/9. get breakfast and plan on starting laundry. Fall asleep until 4;30 instead. wake up feeling SO ILL but Ianto needs to go outside. Decide to take my cane for the first time since moving. forget to bring my cane. find a stick that is about 2 inches too short. walk Ianto to a dog park [not our usual]. get asked if I am about to pass out by one of the humans there. wave her off and lean heavy on my stick. eventually sit my ass down on the ground. go home and sleep.

Sunday; get up and walk Ianto at 6ish. get home and realize I'm going to fall asleep again. Set my alarm because I need groceries and to do laundry. wake up and crawl back out of bed shortly after noon. sit on my couch and lose it because I know I will not be able to go shopping. Break down and order grocery delivery. Crawl into the shower and scrub off. have a nap. take Ianto out again. Get home at about 8, think about ordering delivery dinner. fall asleep instead.

Monday; wake up to the delivery app still open on my phone. walk Ianto, go to work, spend a few hours in the front of house, then a few hours in my office, then a few hours working with the treasurer.. yay training. take Ianto to the dog park but it's too hot for him to play, so go to the water instead. get home at about 6;30, before I let myself sit down I started my laundry, ordered dinner in, and hopped in the shower. By the time I got out of the shower dinner was ready [yay]. then grocery delivery got here. now siting on my couch zoning out.

I am so tired yo. I did not leave out any showers or other chores. I have not done dishes. I have not swept. Not brushed or trained with Ianto.

Just work and sleep and 2 outings.

The next 2 weeks are going to be a nightmare because of staffing fuckery. fuck fuck fuck.

I need to remember I am actually disabled and although I have much more energy than I did before, I also have much longer working hours/requirements.

I think part of the hard part is that I genuinely enjoy the work. And the activities. After the first 3 hours at pride I knew I'd struggle on monday but I was having such a euphoric time that I couldn't leave. Like, at Camel Town I was always a little bit annoyed by the situation. At the hotel I was just there to pay rent... and I failed at that. But I really really like this place, gang.

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phoenix · 5 months

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Fuckity fuck fuck.

Setup: I live in the middle of nowhere, can't drive, look forward to the bus line starting up after Thanksgiving so I can go do things on my own.

There is city A where the buses come from, then there's me, then there's town B where the buses go, turn around, and head back to A.

These buses run twice in the morning and twice in the evening. They start, go down, turn around, and turn back around and do the second run.

So if I want to go to city A, I can't take the second run back home, because the bus IMMEDIATELY turns around to do it. I have to go early in the morning, and then spend eight hours doing whatever until the evening bus run.

This was fine, but now the malls have all closed, and all the theaters are closed, so there is NOTHING for me to do. I'd basically sit in Dunkin Donuts for eight hours then get groceries, and go home.

But I frequently go to town B, because I can do that first run, and catch the second of the set when it came back around in about 90 minutes. Perfect time to run errands, grab a bite to eat, come home.

I haven't done it in the morning, because it's so early, but it's always been an option I'd wanted to try out.

Well, this last grocery order, had one item I NEED for a meal I wanted to make, but everyone was sold out. Well no problem! Bus started back up, I can bop down and get it at some point.

Making the meal tomorrow, meat is out of the freezer, planning to go get it in the morning. Check the store's website to get what time they open aaaand.

They're closed. They are fucking closed, because of the flooding. This COMPLETELY fucks me over for my plans of actually getting out of my house.

They have online ordering at least, which still sucks, because my biggest issue with it is when something isn't available, I can't pivot, and I don't want to keep ordering groceries, I want to go and shop and improvise if I have to.

But FINE. I can still place an online order, pick it up, and kill time at Dunkins like I've done the last few years. At least I'm still getting out of the house.

EXCEPT, all this I want to get done in the MORNING because I don't want to come home at 8pm and start a meal that takes three hours to cook...and the earliest pickup time is 10am, two hours after the morning bus runs are done.

So now I HAVE to go in the evening if I want to make dinner tomorrow night, and then there's an added problem.

I don't always make it to the bus stop in time. Normally, if I miss it, no big deal, I just go the next day. But now, I have the added pressure of I have ordered groceries already and am expected to pick them up.

I just want to LEAVE MY FUCKING HOUSE AND NOT RELY ON PEOPLE FOR FIVE MINUTES FUCK.

Also, I don't have the time right now to get this all sorted out, but I also don't have the time to NOT try and sort this out right this second. ...And screaming and flailing isn't helping.

#Foenix rambles

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moonxmagix · 1 year

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Leave The Scent of Your Cologne

Pairing: Frank Iero x Fem Reader

Requested by: My Own Brain

Word Count: Too fucking many !

TW: Wine, Cigarettes

A/N: First time doing something like this I hope you enjoy. Wanted to do something soft and gentle! Because those are the type of things I enjoy reading lol.

Summary: Frank is your close friend but behind the scenes you guys are a lot closer than people think. You haven't started dating so things are confusing. One night he comes over and leaves his mark with you forever.

Setting: New York City apartment, Winter time.

You and Frank had always been close friends since High-School. Best friends you could say, you could go to him for anything and could call him at any time of the night and he'd come over. You always had a small crush on Frank but never wanted to tell him because you thought you'd get over it or that it would ruin the friendship with him.

Your POV:

I got home pretty late, I look at the clock to see it was 8pm. God. Work had been crazy and so stressful that time didn't even seem real. Time passed and time froze certain days. I turn the news on while sitting on the couch of my tiny apartment. Blah Blah Blah...News talk...Winter storm?!

It had started snowing on my commute back home but I didn't think it'd end up getting bad. I decided to call Frank and ask him to come over and spend the night, I know he'd say yes. "Come over. Pleaseeee?" After some convincing he said yes, "Fine, you always sucker me in." I hear his deep laugh on the other end and it makes my heart flutter.

I put on some cozy pajamas aka my trusty sweatpants and black tank top. Not long after I hear a knock at the door, "Welcome home!" We both laugh welcoming him inside, "Home? You wan't me to move in so bad it's funny." He wasn't wrong, I wanted to spend all my time with him. He did bring a big bag of his stuff so that's what it felt like.

"Wine?" I offer him going into the kitchen. "You know it! Cigarette?" He offers with a smile. His smile drove me crazy that it made a bright red flush across my face. "You know it." I lean against the island counter taking a sip of wine and drag off my cigarette. Frank did the same staring at me.

I wonder what he's thinking about. After some silence I bring up the storm, "You know there's a snow storm tonight right? Probably gonna miss work tomorrow." He finishes his cigarette and wine, "Duh, it was all over the news. You just wanted to be trapped with me. I know you can't get enough." Frank laughs and smirks walking a bit closer to me, our faces now a couple inches apart.

I could feel my heartbeat pick up rapidly. It was so loud that I thought Frank would be able to hear it honestly. "Movie?" He speaks softly. "Yeah sure, which one?" We sit on the couch together sharing a ginormous blanket. My couch was small so it was impossible not to be touching him. We put on a random hallmark romance and I could feel the tension between us.

I put my legs on top of his and could feel him immediately relax, I guess we both needed that. He places his hands on top of my thighs rubbing them gently. "Do you have a heater? It's fucking freezing in here." He whines getting under the blanket. But he kept repositioning himself to lay on top of me with his head on my stomach.

It took me by surprise but I tried my best to embrace it. "If you need a heater then you have to let me get up, Frankie. So I can turn it on." I run my hands through his hair, "I'll turn you on." He whispers with a cute giggle. "Excuse you?" He looks up at me, "Your'e excused missy."

Frank lets me get up and I drag a small heater to the couch facing it towards us. He laid right back in his spot and we finished our movie, cuddling, warm, and safe. I decided to turn the news on after the movie finished and it was already 12am. They told everyone to stay inside because of harsh winter conditions and that everything would be closed.

"Guess you're stuck with me all day and night tomorrow." I stretch my arms tiredly then wrapping them around Frank. "That's exactly what I want." His response made me blush and I couldn't even respond. He was right. "I think I'm gonna start getting ready for bed." I say with a slight stutter pushing him off me onto the floor.

"Without me?!" I laugh and pull him with me to the bathroom. I grab my face wash and start cleaning my messy makeup off. I was taking up most of the bathroom and Frank needed in, "Coming by sweetheart," He says placing his hands on your hips placing a small smack on your ass. You knew what he was doing and he knew what he was doing.

"Frank!" I say while my face is covered in soap so I can't see him laughing his ass off. "Keep your eyes closed or you're getting flashed," He says and suddenly you hear a water stream. I wash the foam off my face, "FRANK! Why couldn't you wait until I was done?!" I turn around mistakenly, which resulted in me seeing his dick. I close my eyes placing my hand on my forehead, good lord. "I told you!"

We brush our teeth while standing next to each other. We would make quite a cute couple if I do say so myself. Maybe tonight will be the night I confess my feelings for Frank. We go into my bedroom which was dimly light by my bedside table light which was a salt lamp. Vibey, I know.

Before we lay down Frank took his shirt off throwing it on the floor, "Wait here, I have something for you." He says rushing out the room. I decide to put his shirt on instead and hop in bed covering myself with the blankets. "Here. It's the newest copy of our latest release." He looked so proud of himself.

I know the guys had been working so hard on this album so I felt so special to receive this. "Frank, this is amazing. Thank you!" I place it on the bedside table and Frank hops in bed with me. I cuddle myself up with him resting my head on his chest and my leg over his waist. I trace with my finger over his tattoos, they were my favorite part about him because he was covered in them.

No one knew how close Frank and I were. We hadn't had sex yet but there were lots of steamy make-out sessions and dates. I don't know why we weren't dating but I think a lot of it had to do with my work life and his band activities. It was just never the right timing. Right person but wrong time vibe.

"Are you wearing my shirt?" He asks pulling you away from him to examine your body. "It is! My clothes look so much better on you than me." We stayed up talking for another good two hours before we had both fallen asleep entangled in one another.

I felt safe with Frank. His smell was my favorite part. He always smelled like cologne and cigarettes with his lips having a hint of coffee most of the time. I dreaded the moment knowing in about a day he would have to go back home.

~^~^~^~^

I woke up to an empty but warm bed so I figured that he had just gotten out of bed. Until I see the heater pointed towards me, that wasn't there last night though...

I get out of bed turning the heater off heading into the living room. Frank sat on the balcony with a heavy coat on smoking. What the fuck was he doing out there? It was still snowing heavily when we woke up.

Frank eventually comes inside, "Why on earth would you go outside to smoke? You're literally crazy." I start making my coffee. "Crazy about you." He says staring right at me taking his coat off. "Shut up Frank." I try laughing his comment off but it kept repeating itself in my head. "I'm serious, Y/N." What is he talking about?

I look at him tilting my head to the side like a dog, "Y/N, I think I'm in love with you," I stood frozen ignoring the beep on my coffee maker to tell me it's done. He walks over to me pinning me against the counter, "I want you so bad, Y/N. Every fucking day your face, your voice, everything about you is on my mind 24/7. It's driving me crazy knowing we aren't together."

I was speechless, "Frank-" I go to speak but get interrupted by Frank intertwining his lips with mine. I gasp and put my arms around his neck moving my lips with his harmoniously. He pulls away and our eyes met for what felt like eternity. When I was with Frank everything felt...good. Life felt normal with him around constantly, it had already felt like you two were dating for years already. He was familiar, he was comfort.

"I know this is sudden but, will you be my girlfriend? Officially. I'm ready. Just say yes and I'm yours." He says holding my face with his hands. "Yes Frank, of course. I felt the exact same way about you but I had no idea how to tell you. I didn't wanna ruin things between us but I'm glad you finally said something." It felt good to get that off my chest. It felt like the worlds weight lifted off my shoulders.

After some breakfast and cuddling on the couch I say, "Why can't you just move in with me already? Ugh." I groan, I wanted to take in every moment with him. I was dreading the morning time when he had to leave. "Who said I couldn't? There's no getting rid of me." He squeezes my cheeks placing kisses on them.

I take Franks hand in mine, "Leave your stuff here. Please? You can bring more of your stuff, I don't mind." I beg him. "I knew you wanted me to move in, sneaky rat." He teases and goes to unpack his bag putting a few of his clothes and toiletries away.

The weather seemed to be clearing up quite a bit, "Would you be mad if I left tonight?" Frank pulls me in for a hug not letting go just rocking back and forth. I heavy sigh, "Yeah, but what's your reasoning?" I was willing to negotiate with him. "So I can pack as many boxes as I can and move in tomorrow dummy. The quicker the better." He did have a point.

"Fine, but you promise to be back?" I hold out my pinky for him to swear on it. "Absolutely pretty girl. I can't be away from you for long." He smiles and I melt inside. He made me absolutely weak in the knees.

He gets dressed in warm clothing so he could head out on his way, "Don't miss me too much sweetheart." He winks and kisses me quickly heading down my apartment hallway. He left around 7pm so it was now dark and I was now alone, again. I know he'd be back but I felt like I was being ripped apart from my soulmate.

I decided to call it a semi-early night and lay in bed. It still stayed the same from when I had woken up. I turn the heater on and get in bed. I was still wearing his shirt and buried my head into the pillows he slept on last night.

I inhaled deeply to take in the scent of his cologne. He smelled so good, it was heavily. Mixed with cigarettes it made it intoxicating. I grabbed one of the pillows from under my head to cuddle with it. I lay with my pillows wrapping my arms around it tightly, "I love you Frank." I whisper.

I know he wasn't there to hear me but I felt like I needed to practice first. God I felt pathetic. I can't wait for him to get here tomorrow.

My phone dings suddenly and I grab it frantically, it was a message from Frank with a picture. It was a picture of a bunch of boxes and bags packed. "Soon." He said.

This is how I know this is forever.

#frank iero imagine #frank iero #mcr frank #mcrfanfic #mcr #mcromance #my chem frank #frank iero fanfic #frank iero fanfiction #oneshots #mcr oneshots #mcr imagines #soft #winter #I love frank so much #can you tell im lonely

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linadove · 6 months

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Until Him

background- y/n is a famous singer and actor. She lives in a LA penthouse with both of her roommates Madison Beer and Madelyn Cline

the three decide to throw a party and invite their friends over

-love interest- Shawn Mendes

writers note- there might be spelling/grammar mistakes. English was not my first language, my first fanfic i wrote

I wake up in my room, with the city view and a dark room with red LEDs. I sit up and check my phone to see the time ,"its 8pm, god why did no one wake me up?". I've been asleep for 3 hours… I rip off the covers and put on my bunny slippers and I head out to the kitchen to see if Madison and Madelyn are still up. as I reach the end of the hall I look to my left and I see Madison and Madelyn with a drink in their hands. they both look up at me. "Hey look who's finally up!" Madelyn says with the most energetic smile ever.

i take a seat on one of the stools next to Madelyn on the kitchen island. "hey want a drink?" Madison offers me. I accept with a small smile on my face. Madison starts preparing my drink for me and they both look at me like they wanna ask me a question. "hey uh sooo me and Madison were thinking maybe we should throw a little party for us and all of our close friends?" Madelyn looking a little bit nervous. I look up at them scanning their faces "sure…. why not?" they both squeal,

Madison hands me my drink, I take a sip and we three talked about who we should invite for the next 5 minutes. "so we got obx cast, jack Gilinsky, the Dolan twins and Shawn Mendes" Madison says. I take a moment "yeah that's about it ?!".

we talk about the party and how we would want to set it up and we started to get to work and my job was snack duty and text everyone the information, Madelyn puts on music attaching it to the speakers and starts to hang up some party decorations. Madison is on drink duty, I text everyone about the party and I tell them to be here by 9pm. I get started on the snacks so I take a party bowl and head to my pantry, I take some chips and some sweet I didn't think we would need any snacks since all we would do is just drink but ill always have my phone on speed dial for some pizza. we all got the whole place ready in 10 minutes. the counters fills with alcohol bottles ready to be open.

we three sat down and realised were not even ready. we three all rush to my room we do our make up and put on our dresses, I wore a red glittery mini dress. it took us about 30 minutes to get ready and then all of a sudden the door bell rang. we three got up and opened the door to see all of our friends waiting to be let in. we all smiled and welcomed them in. I lock eyes with Shawn Mendes as he was walking into the living room. I felt my heart drop I have no idea why that happened. boys don't usually have this affect on me.. even the ones I found attractive.

we all gather around the island to pour ourselves drinks, Madison and Madelyn are already tipsy at this point. I just had two cups already so i pour myself another as soon as I reach for a cup I get stopped by Shawn's hand already on the cup. I look up to see him already looking at me and he gives me the cup and I take it and flash him a quick smile. I make a mix of alcohol and leave the island and I start dancing in the living room. the penthouse was covered in LEDs and loud music. I felt the euphoria from the drink and music filling my veins. I looked around and saw Madison and Shawn talking and looking a little bit too comfortable. I hated the idea of them together but why "god y/n what is your problem! these are your friends, just let them have fun.."

I tried to get rid of the idea of walking up to the two by going to distract myself with Ethan Dolan. I used to like him a few months ago but I let go of it after my career started to get the best of me. I walk up to Ethan and start dancing with him and actually having a good talk "you look very beautiful tonight y/n" Ethan says with a smirk on his face. I smile at him "thanks Ethen" .we continue to dance and Madison takes a glance over to us.

everyone is yelling and having a good time until someone suggested we play truth or dare. everyone agreed to play so we all sat on the couch and some on the living room floor. I I sat on the floor with Madison, Madelyn, Jack, Ethan and Shawn.

once everyone was settled down Rudy went over the rules. "so the game is simple if you pick either truth or dare and you don't want to you have to take a shot. any questions?" everyone stays quiet. I look around if anyone had a question about the game rules, no one speaks. Rudy smirks "alright then is everyone ready!" everyone then yells in excitement.

Madison gets up to go turn down the music a little bit, as soon as Madison goes back to her seat next to me on the floor Rudy asks her "truth or dare Madison" Madison then laughs and says "truth" "do you have feelings for someone in the room" Rudy asks. everyone is shocked by the question and starts hyping her up. "uh yeah I do" Madison says laughing.

Madison looks over to me and asks me "truth or dare y/n" I look up at her and I say "truth". "are the dating rumours true?" she asks. I look confused "what dating rumour?" "you and Ethan?" I start to get nervous and don't know what to say " who started that ?" Madison laughs "I did". I laugh "no the rumour is false Madison" Madison looked a little bit disappointed, I then proceeded to look around to see who my target would be. I then lay my eyes on jack. "jack truth or dare?" jack looks over to me and confidently says "dare" I smirked and laughed "I dare you to kiss Madelyn" everyone starts to woohoo them.

Madelyn looks over to me looking all flushed and I couldn't stop laughing knowing that she had the biggest crush on this guy for weeks now. jack lost all of his confidence when he looked at Madelyn, they both looked like tomatoes it was funny and everyone in the room knew they both liked each other. jack made the first move and walked towards Madelyn. they both kissed. we all awed and clapped. jack took a seat next to Madelyn. it was so adorable. Madelyn whispered in jacks ear and had the biggest grin. he looked over at Shawn and asked him "truth or dare Shawn" I looked over at Madelyn and she looked at me like she was about to get pay back. I was scared for my life, I pretty sure she doesn't know I like Shawn…. hopefully.

"dare" Shawn says with a smile. "kiss y/n for 3 minutes straight" I look over to Shawn with wide eyes. this is the end, this is where I say my goodbyes. Shawn asks me if its okay. I take a shot and everyone looks at me thinking I took the shot because I didn't want to do it, but then I walked over to Shawn, I look over at Madison and look back at Shawn. I look into his eyes and I suddenly feel this rush, I cupped his face and kissed him, he quickly kisses me back and I felt the music fade out and all I could think about is him in the moment, I've always been Shawn's friend and I don't know if this was gonna ruin it or not, but I feel a spark in between us and I hope he feels it too.

the kiss was depend ,PURE pornographic. I let this kiss get the best of me and I got lost in him, it felt like we were the only ones there, I lifted my right hand I place it on his brunette curls, Shawn had his hands on my waist. and then everything hit me, I heard everyone talking how its been past the 3 minute mark. I quickly let go and look around everyone was looking at us, I was embarrassed and I looked at Madison and she look shocked.

i excused myself and headed to the bathroom. as soon as I locked the door i heard both Madelyn and Madison call out from the other side asking to be let in "y/n open the door" Madison calls out, I get terrified but I opened the door for them both and they walk in and I lock the door behind them.

"y/n what was that!!! ohh myyy godddd, are you like in love or something oh my god!" Madison silently yells I get confused thinking that she would be saying how I took her man or something so i asked her about it. "Madison you're not mad?" "Mad? what do you meannn?!!" she looks confused. "I saw you and Shawn earlier talking and it looked like you guys liked each other" "y/n what are you talking about. we don't like each other..IN FACTT he was asking about youuuu. he asked if you were single and ready to be in a relationship and I told him that you were single and you weren't really looking but you would be definitely up to the idea" I have a shocked expression on my face.

Madelyn is just standing there drunk not handling any of the information. I have no idea what to do anymore, ill feel too awkward to leave the bathroom and have all eyes on me. " would you like for me to go to the group and ask if they wanted to watch a movie and get everyone sobered up before they left?" Madison offered I looked up at her and I smiled "that would be great thank you" Madison and Madelyn leave the bathroom and I look over to the mirror "what now y/n" I sigh and I fix myself up and think about going into my pjs and go lay down and go watch the movie with everyone.

I leave the bathroom confidently and smile to everyone and walk towards my room. as soon as I was about to close the door a hand stops it from doing so. I stop and Shawn Mendes comes into frame. I stand there looking up at him. "could I come in y/n?" "sure.." I say nervously walking in to my closet to pick out my pjs. Shawn stay out side of the doors to let me get changed, "so are you alright?" I walk out in my pjs "yeah why?" Shawn stayed silent for a while. "well you walked to the bathroom without saying a word after the kiss, did you not like it ?" I stopped him immediately " no of course I did, it was just embarrassing for how long we did it in front of our friends" he looked calm.

I took a seat at my vanity to take off my make up, he then came over behind me. once I took off my make up I looked at him through the mirror and he looked down at me. "would it be alright if I kissed you again y/n?" I didn't say anything but nod in agreement. he started to kiss my neck, leaving wet kisses. I couldn't handle it anymore so I got up and turned around I looked him in the eyes, tension building up. breathing hard from the sudden movement. we were so close to each other it felt dangerous to be back in this range with him, but something was calling me into him.

i filled the space with a passionate kiss. we depend the kiss and lost all control. we were drugged by each other. we found our selves near the door and he pinned me against the wall, he picked me up so were eye level. deep breathing filled the room, I slowly unbuttoned his black t-shirt not breaking the kiss "OH MY GOD" we froze and then looked over at the door and saw Madelyn looking right at us. Shawn put me down and we looked embarrassed by the sudden intrusion. "MADELYN LEAVE!" I close the door on her.

I look over at Shawn and we both start laughing. "lets go watch the movie with the others" Shawn suggested laughing. Shawn opens the door and I sigh. while walking out the door Shawn ruffles my hair and I roll my eyes.

we get to the living room and see the that jack, and the Dolan twins are on the couch and the others are preparing to leave. I go say my goodbyes and say sorry about the whole thing. They all say its fine and say goodnight and leave.

the 7 of us sitting on the couch watching the movie, Shawn sitting next to me. I take a few glances at him and he smiles each time. I have no idea what's happening to me but I've never felt in love until him.

#shawn mendes #fluff #drama #tord #famous #singer #reality #smut?

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Hiiiii

[im the same person who recuested the coyote fic and i thought about another scenario]

One day it was really cold outside and neither of you had to go to the base that day so both of you decided as the mega Starwars nerds you were, that you were gonna rewatch the entire saga, you started like at 10am and end at like 8pm, soo you two decided to start listening to the entire hamilton musical and LITERALLY scream the lyrics, you had beer on your fridge so you started drinking. After like 5 hours you were on the couch, javy on one side and you in the other side with your legs intertwined, you had your eyes closed but you opened them and saw that javy was staring at you (keep in mind that he was REALLY drunk, you werent drunk because you arent really a drinker) when you saw that he was staring, you didnt say anything, you just stared back at him and after a moment he sayd “God, i cant belive how lucky i am to be have a woman like you in my life. Youre just so confident and strong, and you dont take anybodys bullshit. And its so incredible how much shit happend to you and you still were positive about it and kept a smile.” You just smiled and let him keep going “And dont even get me started on your personality. I love your sarcasm and how you are always right, i love that freaking death stare even tho you look like you are gonna murder somebody, i love your paintings, your sculptures, your crafts and genuenly ANYTHINH YOU DO” he sit up on the couch and stared at you for a bit “i love you.” After this he got up to the bathroom. You didnt say anything and decided to wait till the morning to see if he sayd aomething about it because afterall, hes drunk and he might not be saying stuff he means, so you didnt get your hopes up. You prepared your couch so javy could sleep (too drunk to drive) when he came out you told him to sleep in the couch blah blah blah, next day he didnt say anything abt last night so you thought that those were just drunk words and thats all. Few days pass and im out of creativity :)

THANK YOUUUU

hey! i'm not really into star wars or hamilton so i wont be going into detail about those things, but i'll do my best to follow your request as close as i can :)

it was finally a day you and javy had off together, so you two decided to hang out with each other-

since you both were early risers (a habit formed from work), coyote found himself at your place promptly at 9am so you two could make breakfast together

by the time you two finished cooking it was nearing 10, giving you both enough time to binge watch your favorite movies, which you did until about 8pm

by this time, you both finally noticed that the sun was setting and that you both were starving

and so you both decided to order some pizza

once the pizza arrived, you set it on the coffee table in your living room while javy raided your fridge for alcohol (little did he know that you only had those drinks in your fridge because you knew he liked them)

in his own words "pizza and alcohol are like a match made in heaven-"

and so you just shook your head while he joined you on the couch and you both ate while watching a couple more movies

after dinner, javy smashed through 4 beers, and was already starting to feel a buzz, meanwhile you were only fully through one

switching gears, you both decided to have a karaoke night, either playing songs from your collaborative playlist with javy or simply playing a musical and singing along to all the songs from there

honestly it's kinda surprising the neighbors didn't call the police on you both for singing so loud-

by the time you guys ended your karaoke session, javy had finished 6 beers total and even took a shot or two of the tequila you had at the top of your fridge so to say he was drunk out his mind was an understatment

meanwhile you were stone cold sober since the beer left your system about an hour or two ago

now accompanied by the background noise and glow of the tv from of whatever show/movie you put on, you two settled in on the opposite sides of your couch

a few moments of peaceful silence followed, until javy sat up and you glanced over to see him looking at you

before you even got a word out of your mouth though he started rambling

"you know what i love about you? how you continue to be so strong and confident despite all the hardships you've faced, how you don't take bullshit from anyone, how your smile can brighten my whole fucking day, and how determined you are to prove yourself. i love that stupid death glare you send me or anyone else when they're being stupid, your sarcastic remarks, and your passion for your hobbies and how you throw everything you have into the things you love. honestly, i'm just utterly in love with you, y/n"

before you even have the chance to process and respond to all of that he just gets up and stumbles walks over to the bathroom

and you just take a minute rethinking everything he said-

"he said he loves me.."

but you just shake off the thought and get up to arrange the sleeper couch since you refuse to let him drive home as fucked up as he is-

surely all the things he said couldn't be true right?

but then again, a drunk man's words is a sober man's thoughts so,,,

when he returns you let him know you've set up the couch for him to sleep on and you retreat back to your bedroom after a shower

staring up at the ceiling you just let out a sigh and decide to worry about everything he said tomorrow

and tomorrow came, you both woke up a bit later than usual (i mean he had a hangover and you didnt sleep the best after that confession) and you left your room fully dressed and started to make breakfast

coyote changed into some clothes he had left the last time he slept over at your place and joined you in the kitchen

he didn't say anything so you simply assumed he forgot about what he said last night

you didnt blame him considering he was completely hammered

speaking of which you poured him some water and slid the tylenol over to him

to which he muttered a thank you and took a couple pills

when you finished cooking, you served him his food at the table and began eating quietly

and he just smiles a lil and chuckles

"you know, what i also love about you, the fact that you'll still take me into consideration even when i probably ruined our friendship with what i said last night-"

and you just pause for a beat and put your fork down

"what did you say-"

"you know, that whole ramble about everything i love about you and how i'm head over heels for you-"

you just lean back a bit and shake your head

"wait- so you remember everything from last night?"

"well yeah, y/n, you know what they say, 'a drunk man's words is a sober man's thoughts-' and i guess just being drunk gave me that push to confess how i really feel about you- i gotta be honest though, i was kinda hoping you'd say something this morning about it-"

and you just scoff

"god, javy, i thought you were just- well,,"

at this point coyote is trying to hold in a laugh because you're just too cute being all caught off guard like this

"hey don't laugh at me! how was i supposed to know you'd actually remember,, and actually meant what you said,,,"

"well,, i've only got eyes for you babe, at this point i thought it was a bit obvious-"

"shut up- the point is, i love you too you dummy,, even when you can't hold your liquor and even when you're all hungover like this,, i can't believe it took us this long to say something-"

"i guess you could say alcohol does wonders~"

you just roll your eyes and stand to go wash your plate, giving javy a kiss on the forehead as you walk by

"shut up and finish your breakfast, machado-"

#top gun maverick #topgun #topgun maverick imagines #javy coyote machado #topgun asks #topgun maverick asks #ask answered #topgun hc requests #topgun maverick hc requests

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