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yongbokology · 1 year

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part dos of ‘don’t accidentally beat your dick to your best friend’

part one

black coded reader <3

warnings; smut

an: you asked, i delivered 🧞‍♀️

eren is a mess. a complete utter mess.

after realizing he’s been jerking it to you for the past few months, he becomes a nervous wreck around. oh it was bad.

his first encounter with you after the realization, literally happens the day after.

you were running late for work and your car was currently in the shop so you sent a rather urgent text to him with multiple crying emojis, asking him to take you to work.

without even seeing the message, he begins to panic just seeing your name pop up.

did you somehow use your woman tuition and found out he was fucking himself to you? it plagued eren’s mind for a few seconds, his hands clammy as he grasps his phone.

he lets out a sigh of relief once he reads the message and instantly responds.

‘yeah ofc, see u in a bit’

‘thx ren, you’re the best!’

oh eren feels like shit.

he felt like a pervert. like he wasn’t supposed to see you in your nakedness, pleasuring yourself for thousands to see.

“.. ren, are you okay? you’re awfully quiet today.. i’m sorry if you were busy-”

he immediately shakes his head “no! i wasn’t doing anything. i don’t mind at all.. just a bit distracted is all.” he clears his throat, eyes fixated on the road. not sparing you a single glance.

you stare at the side of his face, picking him apart in your brain. all these years the two of you had the pleasure of knowing each other, you knew eren’s mannerisms, his nervous ticks and more.

something was definitely up.

…

“god not this again. connie could you maybe not be so open about the porn you indulge in.” reiner is fed up with the porn talk, just trying to enjoy this sunday afternoon with his friends.

“okay but bro i’m telling you, this girl is fire. i’d def buy her only fans if she had one.”

eren isn’t too interested in the conversation. his head’s in the clouds. lately he’s been fantasizing about you. a lot actually.

breaking you in half. fucking your brains out in every setting possible. this was new to say the least. before, eren hadn’t had such thoughts about you.

i mean yeah he did sometimes think about what it’d be like if the two of you were together. would the two of you be good partners as you are friends? but he never thought about you in such obscene ways.

it is this next part that has eren almost falling out of his chair.

“[your user]. never heard of her?”

both jean and reiner shake their heads.

eren on the other hand feels his skin run cold, eyes bulging out his head at the username. it was your username.

connie is now pulling out his phone and eren quickly catches on that he is about to pull up your page. with frantic eyes and haste, eren waits for connie to unlock his phone and in the split second that connie rotated his screen towards the three men, eren yanks it from his grasp and dramatically let’s connie’s phone fall face down on the concrete.

“yo what the fuck man?!” connie yells, mouth ajar as he looks between eren and his phone that is definitely not working when he picks it up.

“i-i um. i’m sorry.. it slipped..”

both reiner and jean silently blink, throwing glances at each other.

“oh it fucking slipped? my five year old nephew could put on a better fucking performance.”

“i’m really sorry man. i get paid tomorrow, i’ll pay for it. i swear.”

…

“i really needed this, thanks for hanging out with me ren. karina has been more bitchy than usual.” it was no secret you hated your boss. you often ranted about her to eren, so much so that he hated her as well and doesn’t even know what she looks like.

“of course. you want some more popcorn? bowl’s almost empty.”

you nod and eren gets up from his spot on his bed and retreats to the kitchen to refill the bowl.

you shift your eyes to the tv, ‘bad boys’ currently at it’s thirty minute mark.

you feel a buzz under your butt.

with furrowed brows you shift and pull out eren’s phone that you had no idea you were sitting on.

his phone screen comes to life, him and armin in the background of the notifications that fill the screen.

there were a few from twitter and growing curious as to what eren’s twitter feed looked liked, you unlocked his phone and hit refresh.

your jaw unhinges when you pop up on his screen. fingers knuckle deep in your cunt.

you’re in shock like you literally didn’t film this a few hours ago and hit post. you just weren’t expecting to see yourself on your best friend’s timeline.

you stare at yourself, at first unsure how to react to this knowledge but then the thought of eren touching himself to you skates across your mind and suddenly you’re clenching your thighs, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

the thought arouses you.

eren comes back with the bowl filled to the brim and his smile is wiped off his face once he sees his phone in your hands.

“eren,” you start. your voice is low but sweet. “is there something you want to tell me?”

he sucks in a breath, pupils shaking as you lay the phone on the bed. he sees what you were looking at clear as day.

“y/n.. i-i can explain.”

your plump lips turn upwards into a grin. mischief writes all over them.

“come here.”

it’s a command that has him hesitantly obeying.

he sits down on the bed, farther than where he originally was.

you sigh and close the proximity by climbing into lap, the popcorn bowl being discarded to the side.

eren feels hell fire creeping up his neck. his mouth his dry and he can suddenly hear the thrumming of his blood.

“how many times have you fucked yourself to me. hm?”

his lips tremble. “a few times..” it almost comes out as a mumble.

your smirk widens at his blatant lie.

“oh eren, you and i both know that’s not true.”

you push him until his back is flat on the bed, your thighs on either side of his hips. you splay your hands on his chest and fully plant your clothes pussy on his crotch.

he could literally just cum right then and there.

“you know what i hate more than liars?”

once eren realizes you actually want him to respond he shakes his head.

you lean forward until your lips are grazing against his ear. your tits mushed against his chest.

“i hate disobedient boys,” you lean back up and eren looks dazed. aware but dazed. “are you a disobedient boy eren?”

…

needless to say, he’s not. he listens to your every command which is why he was currently whimpering, hands pressed against his chest, trying his very best not to touch you.

your mouth works wonders on his cock, it weeps in all it’s 8inch glory, precum finding it’s way onto your tongue.

you pull him out of your mouth with a lewd ‘pop’, eyeing eren as you pump his aching length. “you close?”

tears form in eren’s eyes. everything feels fuzzy. his brain is scattered but he still manages to give a slight nod. he looked so fucked out and god what a sight it was.

“you gonna cum for me pretty boy?”

the nickname makes eren whine.

“eren, answer me or you don’t get to cum.” you grit, your free hand taking hold on his throat, clenching your dainty yet powerful fingers around it.

“y-yes! yes. m’gonna c-cum.” he chokes out. his pupils becoming dilated as you speed up your hand around his cock.

you smile at this. “i want you to come in my mouth ‘kay? and you can touch me now.” your mouth is instantly on his cock after finishing your sentence.

eren props himself up on his elbows, the iron grip you still have on his neck combined with you sucking the everlasting life out of him has eren cumming in no time with a cracked moan.

“fuh-fuckkk.” tears are streaming down his face now, jaw unhinged as you lap up the messy head on his cock.

“got anymore for me?” you don’t expect him to answer, instead you squeeze on his balls and one last spurt of cum falls onto your shiny lips.

this has eren falling back flat on his back, panting heavily like he’d just finished running a marathon.

you lick at your lips and hum at the taste of him. salty, as expected but not overbearing.

“you did so good for me ren.” you smile, crawling up beside him. resting a hand on his naked chest.

eren lazily turns his head towards you, his cheeks tear stained. he looks utterly broken and it ignites something within you.

“this stays between us ‘kay?” he nods slowly at that, too tired to speak.

what in the world did he just get himself into?

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adiproseprose · 11 months

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‘God, I can’t wait for you to explode’

‘Just imagine this helpless piggy too big to walk’

‘No doubt she’ll be immobile soon…’

The addicting tight rush of fullness settles in my bloated gut. My third straight pitcher of weight gain shake collapses to the floor, and I struggle to shake the numbness out of my toes. If I could see them I’d know they were swollen and startlingly red, but I can’t see shit past my massive tits, hanging low to the center of my belly. I sink back into the couch and rub myself off, sausage fingers snaking into my underwear. My chins serve as a resting place for my exhausted head.

I’ve always been something of an extremist. There was a time where I would count the calories on a baggy of baby carrots. I was a whore in every sense of the word, skinny as a pencil and duller than an eraser. I didn’t need anybody, I had the attention of every boy I made eye contact with. Skipped college and became a model, traveled all over the world. If you want, you can get my before and after shots. 45 bucks a piece, 112 vrs. 675.

Nobody pays attention to you when you’re fat.

I kicked the ball down the hill when my agency fired me, parents claiming I was giving their kids bulimia or some bullshit. The ball began to collect years of sugar, fat, salt and grease, hardly able to get out of bed without a mouthful of fresh endorphins. My veins swelled with lard, stomach overstretched and doubled over onto my fat padded knees.

It was all very discouraging at first. I heard the gossip as I toddled along to my convenience store for my nightly dinner of mars bars and oven fries, about how tiny I used to be, if I was really the same girl. ‘Nobody wants to rub out a fat girl’.

I drank a lot. Partied a lot. Had a lot of shitty, desperate sex that ended after 4 minutes with a sigh and a cigarette. Then I met this guy. He grabbed my belly and afterwards told me I could make a killing if I kept gaining weight. I told him to fuck off but I looked into it. Feedism is a deep, dark, somewhat fucked up world. But money is green, so I did some analysis. What did they like about these women, big asses, big tits, double chins? These women are making thousands of dollars just to eat.

I piled on fat like batter in a cake tin. I’m round up top, double belly and huge boobs. Thickness in my face that I don’t love, but my ass is rounder than the moon.

“Ohhhh…fuck *HIC*...fuck me. I might’ve had too much, guys.” I whine to the camera. I rub and shake my belly.

“BURRPPP!”

I like to read the comments while I masturbate. I scroll, an endless stream of aroused fans.

‘700 bucks if you do a fourth!!111’

‘7 HUNDO!!!!!’

Over and over again this bitch. I roll my eyes. “500 dollars for another one Mr…Pigfarmer?”

‘YES!!!’

He donates. And I fix the shake on my coffee table, bringing it to my lips. I wince. I really do not wanna throw up.

“Gonna do this for you, Pigfarmer. Whoooo boy..”

I down the shake in maybe 2 minutes and let the empty pitcher land on the floor with the others. “So *huff* fucking…fat. Can barely get… off the couch anymore..ughhhh…”

‘I will feed you until your fucking feet fall off’

‘I can help you off the couch!!!’

‘I’ll feed you and fuck you until you can’t move baby’

This isn’t enough. I need to be fat enough to where anything is monetizable. Walking out to the car. Going up stairs. I’ve made a few sets of my rolling out bed, when my joints are aching and my waddle is exaggerated the most.

I don’t get much out of this besides the money. If anything, it makes me feel gross. But I blend in effortlessly, I’ve gone so deep. I’m not a feedee. I am a fat fucking whale who happens to be fat because it makes me ridiculous amounts of money. It makes it a lot easier to smile.

“Alright, guys, I’m gonna hop off. See you guys next time!! Love you!”

I click. 1700 dollars from an hour stream. Not too bad. I wipe the sweat off my forehead and drum my belly. I’m numb. I’m covered in grease, shake powder and cum. I can barely make it through my day without that tight fullness now. I wheeze deeply as I contemplate what to eat for dinner.

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guess-my-next-obsession · 9 months

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Hey! I love your writing. Could I please request a fluff piece when Iris is till a baby and Joel is on dad duty? Idk just something really fluffy where he just enjoys being a dad and also Sarah helping?

Dad Duty

pairing: elementary!joel miller x f!reader

rating: F (no outbreak au, talks of diapers and poop because infants are a mess, elementary!joel being the best dad/husband in the world, talks of being drunk/alcohol consumption)

wc: <1k

a/n: sorry for the delayed wait on this, anon! i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless 🫶🏼

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“Are you sure you’ve got everything?” you asked, standing by the front door in a “going out” outfit for the first time since your daughter had been born six months ago. “I can cancel.”

Joel shook his head sternly as he and Sarah sat on the couch, Iris fast asleep in his arms.

“It’s your best friend’s birthday,” he said. “I won’t hear the end of it from her if she suspects you cancelled all because you don’t think I can handle a six-month old.”

“Of course I think you can handle it,” you said, offering him a sweet smile as you grabbed your purse. “I just feel guilty—“

“Baby,” he sighed, tilting his head at you. “Iris ain’t gonna remember you goin’ out one time when she was six months old.”

“I know, but—“

“No buts,” he said. “Get your fine ass out there, and take a couple shots for me while you’re at it.”

“Besides,” Sarah chimed in, pulling your eyes to hers. “I’m here as backup. Go have fun for once.”

Letting out a deep exhale, you nodded, agreeing to bury your guilt over leaving your daughter behind for the first time. “Fine. But if you need me—“

“Baby,” Joel chuckled. “We got it. Go get hammered.”

Walking over to him, you leaned down and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. I love you.”

“Love you more,” he said, tilting your chin so that he could steal a quick peck on your lips, careful not to smudge your lipstick. “Go on now before they start honkin’ and wake baby girl up.”

“Alright,” you said, walking over to the door. “Sarah, don’t let your dad try to cook anything. I’d hate to come back to ashes.”

“Already on it.”

“Sarah!” Joel called from the upstairs nursery, Iris on the changing table in front of him making the biggest and grossest mess he’d ever encountered in his tenure as a father. “We got any more wipes?”

Sarah was already laughing when she walked in, carrying a new pack of wipes in hand before she witnessed the scene in front of her and started to gag.

“I’m never having a kid,” she said, covering her nose with her t-shirt.

“This ain’t the usual,” Joel said, shaking his head as he tried his best to clean up his very wiggly daughter. “Stay still, baby girl. It’s—Jesus, Iris. How’d it get in your hair?”

“I’m not even sure a bath will fix this,” Sarah said, looking disgusted. “I think we have to take her back and get a brand new baby.”

“Your mom would notice,” he said. “Otherwise, ain’t too bad an idea.”

After a thorough cleaning that left Joel scarred, Iris was set down in her activity chair down in the living room, her favorite nonsensical cartoon on while Sarah helped Joel cook some mac and cheese for dinner, her babbles filing the home.

“And to think she thought the house would catch on fire if I tried to cook,” he said, smiling at the thought of you.

“Well, in fairness it has almost happened before,” she said, earning an offended look from her father. “You don’t remember the fork in the microwave incident?”

“Shit,” he cursed, shaking his head. “You’re right. But in my defense, someone left it in my takeout box.”

“Yeah, you.” Joel chuckled, amused by her wit. “But to pad your stats, we can lie and say you made dinner tonight.”

“No, she’d expect me to start cookin’ then,” he said. “I may have pulled a miracle tonight, but my battin’ average ain’t great. Do you want to take the chance of house burnin’ down?”

“Good point.”

“Exactly. You’re takin’ the credit for this work of art.” Joel pointed at the pot of artificial cheese goodness. “How in the world am I hungry after cleaning up Iris’s shi—“

“Dad,” she winced. “I just got the image out of my mind.”

“If I gotta remember it, you do too, baby girl.”

It was midnight by the time you stumbled in, waving your best friend and her designated driver-slash-husband goodbye as you cracked the front door open before heading inside. To your surprise, Joel was still awake and rocking Iris to sleep in his arms, though judging by the heavy blink of his eyelids, he was barely hanging on.

“Hey baby,” he said with a smile as you stumbled your way over to the couch as quietly and gracefully as you could to sit down beside him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “How was it?”

“I’m drunk,” you confessed, your voice raspy from singing along to the club’s music. “And hungry.”

“Well, lucky for you, Sarah made dinner,” he said, standing up with Iris and setting her down in her rocker before holding his hand out for you. “Come on, you drunkard.”

“How were the girls?” you asked, clasping your hand in his as he guided you to the kitchen table to have a seat while he warmed up tonight’s leftovers.

“A piece of cake,” he said, shooting you a smile from over his shoulder. “Iris had one very messy diaper incident, but besides that, she was an angel. Just like her mom.”

“Hey, I won’t be having any messy diaper incidents for another fifty years or so,” you joked, earning another grin. “You gonna love me when I’m wearing a diaper?”

“Baby, I’m older than you,” he reminded. “If you’re wearin’ a diaper, so am I.”

“Oh, I can’t wait,” you mused with a wide, drunken grin. “You can save your payback for then, have Iris see how it feels.”

“I like the way you think, baby,” he chuckled. “But I love her too much to make her go through what I went through earlier. I think I’m gonna need therapy after that.”

You stood up, finding your way over to him to wrap your arms around his waist and hug his back, too in love with him not to touch him.

“Thank you for tonight. I didn’t know how much I needed it,” you said, humming as Joel’s hand lowered from the pot on the stove to run over your forearm wrapped around his middle. “How about next weekend I watch the girls so you can have a night out?”

“Maybe one of these days we’ll both get to go out,” he chuckled. “Until then, I’m good stayin’ at home with my girls.”

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writing-for-marvel · 1 year

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Withdrawal

[He’s Hazardous To My Health Series]

Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x Resident!Fem!Reader

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Summary: You wait for Bucky to call.

Warnings: strictly 18+ due to the AU, some angst and self doubt, references to sex, references to Bucky having a traumatic past

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: Will he call? Won’t he call? Let’s find out! Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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Bucky stares down at his phone and sighs.

He wants to call you, genuinely, so why is dialling your number so difficult?

Perhaps it’s too soon, is what he tells himself. It hasn’t even been a full day since the end of your date, calling now probably makes him look desperate.

Should he message you? Tell you that he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you all day? Ugh, no… that seems extremely forward for someone he’s only been on a single date with, regardless of if it’s the truth.

There’s never been anyone whom he’s connected with enough to warrant a second date, let alone have him promising to call. He’s completely out of his depth, drowning in a sea of anxiety and no one has taught him how to swim.

Bucky knows he’s overthinking, but you make it hard to think clearly. You have his brain short circuiting, reforming synapses so that all his thoughts are rerouted to the same thing: you.

Turning his phone off, he sets it down beside him. Just because he isn’t calling straight away, doesn’t mean he won’t at all. It’s probably better to wait and not seem super eager.

Or is that counterintuitive? If you enjoy someone’s company, should you let them know so you can see them again as soon as possible?

Fuck, why is this such a daunting task? He’s never had an issue with talking or flirting with anyone before, it seems to come naturally to him. And yet the thought that he’ll say the wrong thing, and fuck up whatever it is between the two of you is making his stomach churn with prickling nerves he’s never experienced before.

Perhaps he’ll find the courage to call tomorrow.

* * *

“You seem distracted, what’s on your mind?” The familiar voice from the driver's seat of the ambulance pulls Bucky from his daydream.

You, is what Bucky thinks. You are constantly on his mind. Him and his best friend Steve are half an hour into their shift and you have not left the forefront of his mind in that entire time.

It’s like he’s in a trance.

“There’s this girl from the hospital…” Bucky trails off, unsure how to articulate exactly how you’ve bewitched him since meeting not even a week ago.

The night before last wasn’t just another hookup. At least, not to him.

“I’m gonna need a little more information than that Buck, there’s been quite a few girls of yours, especially from the hospital.” Steve laughs, but Bucky’s chest tightens at the insinuation that you’re just another fling, even though Steve doesn’t know any better.

“Two nights ago we went on a date, it ended up back at her place.” This is probably not news to Steve - he’s heard many stories about Bucky’s one night stands which would have started exactly like this. But there is one huge difference this time around. “And then I told her I’d call.”

“You’re thinking about a second date with her? She must be something special.” Bucky chuckles under his breath. Yeah, you really are something special. So fucking special.

“She’s beautiful, intelligent, funny, witty. When she was treating that little girl from the train derailment she was so good with her, kind and patient. I don’t know how to describe it, we just click. I don’t think I’ve ever allowed myself to feel more than physical attraction for someone but with her it just happens, I can’t stop myself.”

He doesn’t want to admit it to himself, but Bucky’s already addicted to you. He’s only had one fix, but he’s already showing symptoms of withdrawal. Every second apart feels like an hour, craving your company and the rapture firing in every neuron of his body when you’re in his presence.

“Look at you actually falling for someone.” Steve teases, without even knowing the full extent of how enthralled Bucky is with you. “So when are you seeing her again?”

Silence fills the front seat of the ambulance when Bucky can’t answer the question.

“Bucky, you have to see her again! Listen to how you’re talking about her, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you actually speak about wanting to see someone again. You need to call her.” Steve stops at a red light and looks over to Bucky in the passenger seat. His best friend knows him better than perhaps he knows himself but doesn’t have the same obstacle with letting people in as Bucky does.

“That’s easier said than done.” Bucky can’t mask the dejected tone in his voice, and Steve recognises the crestfallen hang of his head, knowing exactly what he means without voicing it aloud.

“I know you've been through a lot in your life Buck, you’ve built walls up to prevent any more heartbreak…” Steve starts, but Bucky doesn’t need yet another reminder of his tragic backstory.

“Alright Mr I minored in psychology, I get your point. I’m damaged goods and don’t let people get close to me.”

“It’s just a second date, Buck, you aren’t asking for her hand in marriage. Just see where it goes.” Steve makes it sound so easy. Most people wouldn’t get so stressed about something they would consider as minor as a second date, yet Bucky feels like he’s about to expose the most intimate parts of his soul to someone for the first time.

“But I don’t want to hurt her. I know nothing about dating or being in a relationship.” Bucky pauses - the fact that he’s even considering something as substantial as a relationship with you punches him in the gut. He’s never wanted that with someone before. “And I don’t want to get hurt myself.” Because all Bucky has known is relationships breaking down. To him romantic relationships are synonymous with pain and he’s had enough of that for a lifetime.

“You’ll never know if you never try. I know you think letting someone in will lead to heartbreak, but what if it’s the opposite? What if by letting this person into your heart you finally find love and contentment?” Bucky has never allowed himself to imagine a life where that is a possibility - opening himself up to that prospect sounds like a recipe for more suffering. Besides, he’s been damaged goods for a long time, he’s sure there’s no one who would want to put up with him anyway.

“You really are a hopeless romantic.” Bucky comments, trying to avoid the questions Steve is raising, and divert the topic of their conversation.

“I want you to be happy, Buck. You’ve never afforded yourself that courtesy.”

Though his experience screams at him to run in the opposite direction, that this would be a horrible decision leading to further pain, Bucky finds it hard to believe someone as sweet and good-natured as yourself would ever hurt him intentionally. Even if there is only a slim chance that he doesn’t completely fuck this up, given Bucky cannot stop thinking about you, he supposes it’s worth a shot calling you.

“Well, maybe it’s finally time I do.” Bucky mutters under his breath.

* * *

You’ve been checking your phone periodically throughout the day to se if you have any new notifications from Bucky, but each time your phone lights up, a new wave of disappointment floods your chest.

You wonder if the notion of actually calling you, or simply messaging, has even crossed Bucky’s mind once since he left your place about 36 hours ago, or if he already knew it was an empty promise at the time he made it.

“Heard anything yet?” Wanda asks hopefully, but you shake your head in response. The first thing Wanda asked during your next shift together was how your date went with Bucky - between treating patients you described the picnic Bucky set up on the riverbank and (in slightly less detail) the euphoric night you shared when you made it back to your place.

“I’m stupid for actually believing he’s going to call, aren’t I?”

“…No.” Wanda offers after a brief hesitation which tells you more than the single word does. Sensing your regret in asking, she continues on. “Sweetie, only you know the connection you share, I can’t speak to that. If you feel like there’s something special there and he promised to call, then you have every right to believe him.”

Perhaps you’re being foolish, you should know better than to hang your hopes on a man who is notorious for being a fuckboy, but you really thought Bucky was being genuine when he promised to contact you. That the blissful night you shared, and the waves of ecstasy which melded into a flood of pure pleasure, meant more than just a one night stand.

Or at least it did to you.

“Just because he’s never pursued more than a first date with other people in this hospital doesn’t mean he isn’t now, or isn’t with you. Sometimes it just takes the right person, that could be you.” You take some comfort in the sincerity of her tone, but the voice in the back of your mind reminds you of what Wanda alerted you to prior to your date: no one gets a second date with Bucky Barnes.

“You’ve changed from giving me no hope to giving me false hope, Wan.” You joke, trying to brush off the conversation and not reveal just how heartbroken you’ll be if Bucky ghosts you, even with Wanda warning about his ways.

Internally you remind yourself that it’s only been a day and a half and to not be too mad at him, yet. Perhaps he intends to call, but hasn’t gotten around to it, though you’re pretty sure you’re only telling yourself that to stop the perpetual ache in your chest rather than truly believing it.

“He promised he would call, that’s not false hope.” Wanda advises, shooting you a look of encouragement as you both complete paperwork for your respective patients.

At that moment, the doors to the ER swing open and none other than the paramedic you were just speaking about walks in wheeling a patient.

You hate how good he looks, long chestnut hair framing his face and those dazzling blue eyes you’ve dreamed about shine from all the way across the room. He’s unfairly attractive, and he walks into a room like he knows it too.

Him and his partner consult the head nurse of the ER, who, after examining her clipboard for a moment, points towards your direction, making your stomach flip.

Steel blue eyes meet yours and for a moment your entire world stands still. The sounds of the busy ER fade away and even the presence of Wanda beside you dissolves into non-existence when his eyes find you and a smile overtakes his features. That damn cheeky smile which makes your knees weak.

He truly is infuriatingly beautiful.

“Hey.” Is all you can think to say as they approach, a lump in your throat forming which would prevent you from voicing any more words if your brain could think of any other than how strapping and handsome he looks in his uniform.

“Hi.” Bucky responds softly with a dreamy smile, eyes lingering on yours for a long beat before turning away. How could someone who looks at you with such warmth not want to see you again?

You shake the thought from your mind as your focus on the patient, a young man with scared brown eyes. You can’t afford to be distracted right now, even if you desperately want to look back at him and revel in the fondness brimming in his eyes which was so apparent during your date.

After Bucky’s equally tall, broad and handsome paramedic partner gets you up to speed on the patient's history, you get to work on taking his vitals.

“Rogers, Barnes, give us some space to work, please.” Dr Strange requests and without the chance to say another word to each other, both paramedics disappear out the corner of your periphery.

What you don’t notice is Bucky’s soft gaze on you through the glass walls of the patient room as you start your work up, believing that he had simply got back in his ambulance and out into the field.

“That’s her?” Steve asks from beside Bucky. He knows full well it must be you, he’s never seen his best friend look so enamoured with a girl, nor lost for words as when he set eyes on you, but he wants Bucky to admit it aloud.

“Yep, that’s her.” Bucky says with a pride that if Steve didn’t know any better, would suggest that her meant his girl. Bucky answers without taking his eyes off you, the corners of mouth tugging into a smile. His best friend has it bad, and he doesn’t even realise.

Steve suspects if he doesn’t remind Bucky they have a shift to get back to, he’d happily watch you work for the rest of the day.

He allows Bucky a couple more minutes of that luxury before heading back to the ambulance, knowing his best friend well enough to realise before either Bucky or yourself do, just how significant Bucky’s feelings for you are.

* * *

Bucky steps out of the shower, the warm water having rinsed the hard days work off himself.

He knows he needs to call you. Waiting any longer, especially after seeing you today, even if it were only for a brief moment, would surely only indicate disinterest. That’s so far from how he feels about you, so he decides needs to take matters into his own hands and fulfil the promise he made two nights ago.

A fresh swarm of butterflies fills his stomach. He’s actually going to do this.

He just hopes you’re after more than just another hookup. Bucky’s used to being the one only interested in sex, but if the roles are reversed this time, it’ll be his exposed heart being ripped from his chest.

No, he can’t think like that. He’s finally giving himself a chance at happiness.

Bucky reminds himself that you asked him to promise to call after your date. It’s not just him that wants this, you want him to call.

With that thought, he pulls out his phone and quickly presses on your contact, so he doesn’t chicken out, and with a shaky hand holds his phone to his ear. Bucky’s heart beats in his throat as the first ring sounds, and then skips a beat altogether when the click of you answering fills his ears.

“Bucky, you called.” He can hear the smile in your voice through the line, but what makes his heart clench is the trace of surprise he can perceive, as if you truly hadn’t expected him to call.

“I did promise to.” He reminds you, but it doesn’t entirely eliminate the bitter shame bubbling in the pit of his stomach that even though he did in fact promise, you didn’t fully believe him.

“I’m happy you did. I had a really great time the other night.”

“So did I.” Those three simple words don’t sum up just how much Bucky wholeheartedly enjoyed every second he spent with you, regardless of if that were naked in your bed or getting to know you on a picnic blanket as the sun set across the horizon, but in his anxious state he can’t find words more poetic to express it. “And I’d love to do it again if you’re up for it.”

“Hmm, I’m gonna have to think about it.” He can tell by the light tone of your voice you’re joking, but he supposes he deserves waiting for an answer considering he made you wait for his call. “Of course I’d love to go on a second date with you James.”

The combination of your words and the fact that you punctuated the sentence with his true first name sends Bucky straight to heaven. Everything about you makes him completely weak in a way he has never experienced before. All of those walls Steve seems to think Bucky has built around himself don’t appear to exist with you, instead, you’ve come into his life as easily as walking through a front door with a welcome mat out front.

“I guess I’m going to have to outdo a picnic at sunset then.” He chuckles to himself, knowing that he’s never had this problem before, but realising it’s a good problem to have.

You continue to talk well into the night, forgetting what time it is, and that you both have early shifts in the morning. None of that matters when you’re so caught up in each other.

Bucky simply enjoys the sound of your voice, and how it soothes the remaining anxiety which was swirling in his chest before calling you. He certainly isn’t hanging up first, not when talking with you has been the best part of his day.

He’s chasing happiness. And he might just find it with you.

Part 4 > >

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slutforsilverfoxes · 7 months

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hello! may i say i absolutely love your writing??? so i thought i’d request something :) aaron is readers first actual relationship (like her first serious one?) and her family dynamics have been difficult while growing up (absent father, not a really close relationship with her mother, she always felt like more of a flatmate to her yk?), so she hasn’t experienced what it feels like to be truly loved and wanted and aaron has given her that, which makes their relationship even more special and important to her. he’s basically the only person she fully trusts and vice versa. when they get into their first big fight, she gets overwhelmed and is afraid he’s going leave her and thinks things like “i knew this was too good to be true” etc. of course, they make up and aaron comforts her and assures her he’ll never leave her.

if this is something you don’t want to write, that’s totally fine!!! 🫶🏼

Thank you, sweet nonny, for your kind words and the request 🥹 And sorry this took me so long to post!! I hope you don't mind I tweaked a bit to play more on reader's anxiety than the fight aspect- I hope this is what you were looking for 🖤

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x female reader (angsty angst + hurt/comfort)

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Stupid, you chastise yourself for the umpteenth time as the apartment door closes behind your partner. Evidently he’s taken all the air in the room with him because your lungs can’t seem to find any oxygen to breathe in. Stupid, stupid, stupid girl. What did you think was going to happen?

Rather than staring at the closed door in the vain hope that Aaron will walk back through it, you scrub your hands over your face and head down the hall to his bedroom. You stand on your tiptoes to reach your duffel bag in the closet that’s been sitting on a shelf since he first insisted you keep some things at his apartment. Maybe if you just give him space and then apologize, he won’t leave. After your dad walked out, that strategy had worked on most of your mother’s relationships, however short-lived they happened to be.

Your heart breaks at the thought of losing Aaron over something so seemingly trivial. Why hadn't you fought harder, spoken with more confidence in your voice? Why couldn’t you just let it go?

You had planned a quiet dinner at Aaron’s place to celebrate six months of absolute bliss together. All you had told him last week was there would be a surprise waiting for him at home, courtesy of the shiny new key on your ring you had yet to use. You spent the evening cooking the recipe that you had been buying ingredients for when you bumped into him at the grocery store, a smile on your face while the memory replayed in your head. As the clock neared seven, you left the food in the oven to stay warm and went about setting the table, complete with fresh flowers, candles, and Aaron’s favorite red wine. Music played softly in the background, a series of songs you put together that reminded you of your boyfriend that he was never allowed to find out about. You gave the sauce simmering on the stove another taste test, smacking your lips together before adding another pinch of oregano.

Then, you fired off a quick Can’t wait to see you soon! text to your boyfriend and settled down on the couch with your book to wait for his arrival from Quantico.

You waited… and waited, and checked your phone, and waited some more. As the minutes ticked by and the smile on your face faltered, you reasoned with a sigh that the BAU had probably gotten a case, and he was busy briefing the team before heading halfway across the country. You were no stranger to receiving a text or call from the jet, an apology for the untimely case and promise to make it up to you as soon as he was home.

But this radio silence felt different, and you released your bottom lip from its cage beneath your teeth with a quiet hiss when the familiar metallic taste of your anxiety getting the better of you touched your tongue. A thousand and one scenarios flew through your mind, possibilities of Aaron being hurt in the field or succumbing to another one of those fainting spells that his teammate and friend, Dave, had once warned you about.

Or maybe, just maybe, he had grown tired of you and was trying to figure out how to break things off.

Reaching the six month mark was a new milestone for you in a relationship. Most of your other relationships, if you could even call them that, didn’t make it past the third date. Aaron could probably profile you in his sleep, tell you that the absence of your father in your life and your strained relationship with your mother made it hard for you to recognize genuine connection. That you were a serial people pleaser, even at the expense of your own health and wellbeing, convinced that if you said and did all the right things, you would be worthy of people’s attention, time, and affection.

Hell, the person who cut in front of you in line for coffee could probably tell that about you by the way you insisted they go ahead first.

As the digital clock on the stove flickered to 10:00, your nerves over Aaron’s welfare outcompeted your guilt over bothering him at work. You unlocked your phone to find your earlier text to him delivered but unread, and pressed his contact picture to place the call. He picked up on the third ring, and you released a sigh of relief until he answered with an easy, “Hi, honey, how are you?”

Confusion muddled your features, but you kept your voice even as you answered, “Fine, my love. You got a new case?”

“Luckily no, and I’m so sorry I didn’t respond to your text earlier. I just got caught up trying to finish this report so I don’t have to work this weekend while we…” He trailed off with a quiet curse before coming back on the line. “Baby,” he breathed out, a heavy sigh laced with regret. “We were supposed to celebrate tonight, weren’t we?”

“It’s okay,” you offered immediately, not really answering his question as your gaze flicked up to the wax dripping down the half-eroded candles.

“No,” he responded firmly, and you could hear the distinct shuffling of papers in the background. “It’s not okay. It’s late, so there shouldn’t be traffic now. I’ll be home in twenty.”

You had spent those twenty minutes cleaning up the kitchen and convincing yourself that you weren’t really upset, just worried that he hadn’t eaten all day or taken proper care of himself. Then you changed out of your dress, opting instead for sweatpants and one of Aaron's old law school shirts to appear as casual as possible. By the time you heard his key in the lock, you were ready to meet him at the door with a smile.

“Hi, baby,” you purred in greeting, cupping Aaron's face in your hands and drawing him down for a sweet kiss. He practically melted into your touch, pressing his lips to yours between words of apology. “It’s okay, really,” you answered easily with a shrug. “We can just have what I made tomorrow!”

Aaron’s mouth turned downward at that, and you immediately criticized yourself for mentioning the meal at all. “Sweetheart-”

“Aar, baby, it was nothing,” you attempted to laugh it off, but his brows furrowed even deeper at your insistence.

“Why aren’t you upset? You should be upset.”

“Why?” you challenged in return, smoothing your hands along his arms even as your fear that he was trying to push you away reared its ugly head. “I know how difficult your job is. I don’t expect you to remember every little thing we talk about.”

“Y/N, no.” His voice was firm as he gripped your shoulders and dipped his head down to meet your gaze. “This wasn’t a little thing. Just… give me a minute and then we’ll talk.”

And now, here you are, hastily packing your bag and trying to make your escape before he returns to avoid having that dreaded conversation. The trite It's not you, it’s me and It’s for the best and You should be someone’s priority. Aaron had already sighed out the classic You deserve better before walking out the door.

You jump in surprise at the sound of Aaron’s voice rumbling over to you from the bedroom doorway. “Are we going somewhere?”

You look up at him and his heart breaks at the way your eyes are glistening in the dim light. “I thought I should spend a few days at my place. Give you some space to breathe.” And save you the hard part of saying we shouldn’t be together anymore.

His bags fall to the floor unceremoniously, and Aaron crosses the room in two short strides to cup your face in his hands, brows furrowed, eyes searching yours. “Why would I ever want to be apart from you when I don’t have to be?”

You gape at him in disbelief. “You don’t want me to leave?”

His answer is firm, resolute, a simple, “No.”

“And you’re not leaving me?”

“Absolutely not.” He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls you down beside him, tucking you into his broad chest. “I’m sorry I wasn’t clear when I left. I just went to get my things from the car, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry for assuming the worst,” you whisper. Your voice is so small and fragile, and Aaron tightens his hold on you. “I just thought…”

“You’re used to people not sticking around?” You nod, his starched shirt brushing against your cheek with the movement.

Aaron pulls back a bit to tilt your chin up, his gaze soft yet determined as he looks into your eyes. “I love you, and I’m not going anywhere. You understand?” You nod again, and he dots kisses all over your face until your mouth turns up in a genuine smile. “You-” He takes a deep breath and pulls your hand into his lap, running his thumb over your knuckles before continuing, “You have made my life- and Jack’s- infinitely better, and I can’t picture our family without you now.”

You lift your joined hands to your mouth to press a kiss to the back of his hand. Then, hesitantly, you ask, “Aaron?”

“Hm?”

“Why did you get upset about me not getting upset?”

“Because you deserve the world, angel,” he answers firmly. “And you deserve better than the bullshit I pulled tonight. And…” He trails off, and you can feel the tension mounting in the rise of his shoulders. Placing your hand on his taut muscles, you rub it back and forth in a soothing pattern until he releases a breath and admits, “It reminded me of my marriage, when things started falling apart before the divorce. Haley had gotten so used to my absence or making work a priority that she would just excuse things. First it was little things, like not answering a text for hours.”

“Huh, you don’t say,” you interject, and Aaron’s gaze cuts over to you to find a cheeky smile on your face.

He nudges your shoulder with his own, muttering an apology before continuing, “Then it was bigger things. Holidays and trips and back to school nights. I even- I missed Jack’s first steps, y’know that? I was on a case, halfway across the country, and I didn’t see the video she sent me until days later.”

“Aaron,” you sigh, now tucking him into your chest. “Do you know what Jack’s going to remember? That you were always there when it counted. He’s going to remember the night you went out in the rain to find his special Darth Vader suit for Halloween, and the countless hours you and Dave put in to coach his soccer team to the championship, and the blanket forts and movie nights and walks in the park with ice cream dripping down our wrists until it’s an unsalvageable mess. You’re his hero, you big dummy.”

Aaron shifts until his head is in your lap, looking up at you with a small smile and glistening eyes. “How did we get here?”

“You gave me a key to your apartment and then missed our anniversary dinner.”

“Thank you, you sassy little thing.” He playfully tugs at your hair falling down from your shoulders and framing his face. “I mean, I was supposed to be apologizing and groveling at your feet for my transgressions, but here you are comforting me instead. You really do-”

“If you say deserve better, I’m going to beat you up, Aaron,” you threaten, although the smile on your face says otherwise.

He mimes zipping his lips, then twists his wrist around to glance at his watch. “It’s still our six month anniversary for another hour or so, and the apartment smells divine. You up for a late night meal?”

Leaning down, you nuzzle your nose against his before answering, “Deal. But I’m sitting pretty at the table and you’re serving me, Hotchner.”

“In just an apron and nothing else underneath?”

“Oh, hell yes,” you squeal in delight. “You’re in trouble now, baby. I’m going to milk this for all it’s worth.”

“As you should, my love. As you should.”

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Camp Crystal Lake: Chapter 3

Requested by @yellowjacketsbuzzbuzz

Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

The reader is taking on the position of a camp counselor at the infamous Camp Crystal Lake. While she begins to enjoy her summer, even crushing on the camp director Joel, a killer lurks in the woods unbeknownst to anyone.

“So, do we get a merit badge or something if we survive?” I joked, walking side-by-side with Joel.

“If we survive?” He smirked as he spoke the words and then added, “Oh, you mean Jason and Camp Blood and all that.”

“Camp Blood?” I laughed.

“You haven’t heard that one before?”

I shook my head as we kept walking.

“Maybe you’re too young for that one,” Joel went on, “After the first incidents back in the eighties they started referring to anywhere on the lake as Camp Blood. I was just a little kid then. I think the nickname has died down a bit.”

“How old are you?” When I realized immediately that I’d blurted the question out, I was going to redact my words but Joel answered.

“Forty-two.” He nodded in my direction, “You?”

“Twenty-two.” I shrugged as I stated my age and then eyed the pile of firewood that Joel had chopped when we rounded the cabin.

“At forty-two, my back’s gonna be sore tomorrow from chopping all this wood.” Joel gave a light laugh, “Not when I was twenty-two though.”

I smiled at him. “Well, the least I can do with my youthful muscles is carry a bunch over.”

Joel chuckled again and held my stare for just a second. I was already on cloud-nine around him. I felt like he had a more serious side, though the bit of playfulness he’d shown so far made me feel instantly comfortable around him.

That’s just the infatuation talking, I warned myself.

I tried to max out what I could carry in some feeble attempt to impress him. The two of us wandered back to where everyone was gathered near the dormant fire pit and set the logs down. Joel threw a few into the center and within a few minutes the fire was blazing as we all sat down.

Across the lake I could see the dark silhouettes of the treetops in the distance. There was a stillness to the water that finally allowed me to relax as I reached for a marshmallow and Sandra passed me a can of beer.

“I don’t want to scare anybody,” Joel began, “But I want to give it to you all straight about Jason.”

My eyes snapped up now. The relaxation I had been feeling a second before was splintered by a small hit of adrenaline.

“If you listen to the old timer’s in town, they’ll tell you he’s still out here somewhere, like some sort of demented creature. Feral, living off of wild animals. Some folks claim they’ve even seen him.” Joel’s eyes met mine across the way and he gave a half-smirk that made me smile wide.

“Right in this area,” he went on, not breaking eye contact, “The girl that survived that night at Camp Blood, that Friday the 13th.. she saw him.. and then she disappeared a few months later. No one knows what happened to her. And then there was the massacre not long afterwards on the lake. One survivor. And then another.. and another. The original Camp Blood is just a short walk from here, where it all started.”

“Give me a break,” Vicky said with a half-hearted laugh.

“It’s true,” I intervened with a nod. “I grew up here. My parents showed me an old clipping one time. People still talk about it.”

“You’re from around here?” Teri asked.

I nodded. “The kids I grew up with all talked about Jason. We weren’t allowed near these woods back then.”

The girls’ expressions changed and they both straightened up a bit as they focused back on Joel.

“Legend has it that Jason saw his mother beheaded that night, and then he took his revenge. A revenge he’ll continue to seek if anyone ever enters his wilderness again.”

I felt myself leaning just a bit toward the fire, leaning toward Joel. The others’ postures mirrored mine as they were now engaged in the story he was telling. Scott looked over his shoulder toward the bushes behind where he sat, and I saw his Adam’s apple rise and fall in his throat.

“By now, I guess you all should know, we’re the first to return here since the Jarvis family was attacked across the lake all those years ago.” Joel’s eyes scanned the crowd, “Twenty something years,” his eyes met mine again and he winked subtly, “Twenty-something years he’s been dormant. And he’s stir-crazy.” He lowered his voice just a bit and the flames from the fire casted shadows perfectly over his face, “Jason’s out there.”

I glanced to the side when Sandra cuddled up closer to Jeff and he slung an arm around her.

“He’s out there,” Joel repeated quietly, “Ready to devour. Ready to kill. Thirsty for young blood.”

A shrieking sound from the woods behind everybody sent a chorus of screams into the air as a figure leapt out with a disfigured face and a long spear in one hand.

I jumped from where I was seated and ran around the opposite side of the fire, prepared to sprint in the opposite direction; though then I heard laughter and I realized quickly that the person who’d jumped out of the bushes was sporting a mask. They lowered the spear.

“Hey, guys come back.” Joel waved a hand at the now-scattered group of us and chuckled. He patted the person on the back who wore the mask.

There were laughs and groans all around.

“You’re going to give me a heart attack,” Ted complained, holding his chest with a smile.

A woman revealed herself to be beneath the mask and gave a wave as she shook her hair out. “I’m sorry to meet all of you like this,” she said, “I’m Annie, I’m Joel’s assistant.” Annie laughed sheepishly, but still appeared amused. “I’m sure we’ll get to know each other over the next few weeks.”

Everyone took their turn saying, “Hi,” or waving, before Joel took back over.

“Okay, now that that’s out of our system,” he concluded, “Jason was killed and Camp Blood is off-limits.” Joel raised his hand and high-fived Annie.

“You all have a good time,” she said, “I’m turning in early, but I couldn’t resist.” Annie put her hand inside the mask and toyed with the fake spear, “If anyone needs me for anything, I have one of the rooms downstairs off the living room.”

“Yeah, I’ll come see you for my second heart attack,” Jeff said, smirking to himself as he pulled Sandra back against him.

“I have baby aspirin for that,” Annie teased and then gave a wave. “I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

Joel made his way in my direction and reached into the bag of marshmallows nearby. “You know, you might’ve been the fastest counselor here. You got all the way out by that tree over there.”

I looked down and laughed, biting my bottom lip as he handed me a marshmallow. “You definitely got me.” I placed the marshmallow on the tip of a stick. “You don’t think Jason’s really alive, do you?”

Joel’s face grew serious as he stared at me and I felt that familiar sensation of the hairs rising on the back of my neck. “Well..” he held my stare and then a slow smile spread across his face. “No.”

I let out the deep breath I didn’t realize I had been holding and chuckled, shaking my head.

“I shouldn’t have scared you guys,” Joel said.

“No, it was good,” I told him, “I think we needed to address the elephant in the room.”

“That’s what I was thinking.”

I nodded and placed the marshmallow over the fire. A few seconds later, it was flaming and I pulled it out, blowing the fire out that clung to the brown and white blob on the end of the stick.

“Here.” Joel reached down and retrieved two graham crackers and then reached behind us into a package of chocolate bars.

I set the marshmallow down on one of the crackers in his hand, watching carefully as he placed the chocolate on top of it and then topped the snack sandwich with the other end. I then removed the stick and lifted my eyes to meet his as Joel handed the ‘smore over to me in its entirety.

“Thank you.” I nodded.

“My pleasure.” Joel kept his eyes on me as I took a bite and then asked, “You’re sure the Jason stunt wasn’t too much?”

I licked some drippy chocolate off my finger and shook my head. “Just right.”

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kelin-is-writing · 1 year

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We have Dabi burning anyone who talks shit about you, but what if he overheard a bunch of pervs having a lewd conversation about you 🫢 maybe it’s your coworkers and he just so happened to hear all the filth they were saying about you:

“I wish I could see what those tits looked like underneath that uniform”

“I wonder if she’s still a virgin”

“They say the shy girls are the freakiest in bed”

“If I had her number, I’d ask her to send nudes every night for me to jerk off to”

Meanwhile, Dabi is sizzling with anger, steam coming off the top of his head and smoke flaring from his nostrils like a pissed off dragon

ANOOOOOOON— WHAT HAVE YOU DONE LIKE— I DON’T EVEN HAVE MY MEMES TO USE ON THIS ONE, BUT MY BRAIN IS SHORT-CIRCUITING HARD I PROMISE.

protective!dabi is everything please...

like— he wouldn’t let it out in the moment, because you’re on a date in public and problems might arise, but those comments bothers him a lot for three (3) reasons:

1. you’re clearly taken, that’s something disgusting to do (in his opinion);

2. you’re a person not an object, they’re disgusting and disrespectful;

3. the way they sexualized you like that, for everyone to hear, makes him want to vomit.

and if they didn’t want to apologise, scum like them always refuses to acknowledge their wrongdoings, dabi will take care of taking out the trash personally.

the villain tells you to wait there for him, sitting on a bench, as “i’ve got something important to take care of princess, i’ll be right back”, giving you a way too shining smile whereas his eyes were cold as ice; he then took off, menacing grim expression taking over his feature as soon as he turns away from you.

when dabi saw from a far the small group getting into an alley (of course they were thugs), he silently followed them suit trailing behind those four garbages and when he was close enough to the one on the far back the black haired young man lifted his hand level face with him and blue flames started coming out of his palm mercilessly, setting the guy on fire in few seconds.

when hearing the pained scream of their companion, the other three turned going blank when recognising dabi standing beside their lit up friend that was trying uselessly to take out the fire, before turning completely into ashes.

his turquoise furious orbs settled on the remaining trash bags as he slowly walked up to them:

“lemme show you scums what happens when you disrespect my woman.”

#kelin responds #answered #anonymous #bnha x reader fanfic #mha x reader fanfic #dabi x reader fanfic #touya todoroki x reader fanfic #bnha x reader #mha x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #PLEASE HE WOULD BE THE MOST PROTECTIVE AND CARING BOYFRIEND OUT THERE. HANDS DOWN.#LIKE— his motto is “every tongue that raises against y/n SHALL and WILL fall”#he's very serious consistent and faithfull to it 🤧

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Necklace

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Baker!Reader

Warning : fluff, implied smut

A/N : This is not beta read and English is not my main language, so I apologize for any mistake and I hope you will still love this OS ❤️ Comments, reblogs and feedback are appreciated !

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A week earlier, a building was set on fire and the bakery was caught up in it. You were really scared because when it happened you were in the kitchen. The fire spread very quickly and before you knew it, you were trapped.

Luckily, the Avengers soon arrived, and a blue eyed super soldier with a metal arm was carrying you outside before the flames had time to touch you. You thought about him all week and decided to thank him, and his friends, properly. So you cooked lots of pastries and your specialties : cookies.

The Avengers were really nice and you finally got to thank Bucky in person. You were just supposed to give them the pastries and say thank you, but you found yourself staying late and talking to Bucky until late at night.

He walked you back home, like a gentleman. Then, he started to visit more often, helping you to rebuild your bakery. Then, he asked you on a date. And this one led to many others. Two months later you were officially together.

On a summer day, you and Bucky decided to stay in your apartment. You cooked him his favourite pastries.

“I was thinking,” Bucky started, “you’re always offering me pastries - your cookies are the best by the way- and I’d like to get you something in return.”

“All I need is you, Bucky.” The man blushed. He couldn’t believe you were part of his life. You’ve only been together for six months, but he felt like you were made for each other.

“Come on, Cupcake. Just one thing. I still haven’t got you something since we started seeing each other. I can’t find the perfect gift for the perfect girl.” You loved how he was talking to you. He made you feel wanted and beautiful.

“Well, if you’re insisting… I’d love to have your metal arm.” It made him chuckle.

“You know I can’t give it to you. I need it in case you’re in danger,” he said, tenderly kissing you. “I’m sorry, Cupcake, you’ll have to choose something else.”

“Too bad, it would have made a beautiful necklace,” you almost laugh at his reaction. His jaw dropped and he was speechless. You stood up from the couch and headed to the kitchen but he drew you into his lap.

“My dear, dear Cupcake,” he began, his hands making their way under your tank top, and a moan escaping your lips, “I think you should try that necklace right now, what do you think?.” You could feel his boner against your thigh and could tell he was huge. You were wet just by the thought of having his hand wrapped around your neck while he’ll be pounding into you. “I need an answer sweetheart,” he said, kissing that spot in your neck.

“Y… Yes, Bucky,” this man had an effect on you, and you loved that.

“Good. I hope you’re ready for the weekend then.”

The weekend ? Damn, this man was about to ruin you, and you’d let him do it.

I decided to write this short OS because i think many of us would like to get that necklace.

Thank you for reading me and much love to all of you! 🫶🏻

#bucky #marvel #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #sebastianstan #bucky barnes fanfiction #james buchanan barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky fanfiction #necklace #fluff #bucky metal arm #bucky metal arm is my favourite necklace

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bellewintersroe · 8 months

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Sebastian Vettel x RBDesignEngingeer! Reader 18+

Set in 2013 during the GP, Jennifer is fresh out of uni and has made a name for herself within the F1 world. She joins Redbull-Renault as one of their engineer designers and easily fits into the team, forming friendships easily. Most of all, she captures the attention of three time world champion, Sebastian Vettel.

Part 8 - Here is the LINK for the previous chapter. Warning: semi-smut, mentions of grinding on each other in a club, Seb gets a boner lolllll, mentions of alcohol (obviously) and hint towards Sebastian doing something naughty at the end of the chapter 👀. Taglist: @rainerax

My body swayed energetically in time with the music, attempting to keep up an extremely drunk Loretta who was bouncing around, catching the attention of several males. I myself, was horrendously drunk, the room was spinning with the disco lights, and I’d already smashed two glasses on the dance floor. I had no idea what the time was and my phone was tucked deep inside my bag, as I sung and danced along to the club music. Both my hands were full with my drinks, attempting to gulp at least one down, but the liquid was extremely strong. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying rid the taste of the vodka. Some Hispanic music was blaring through the speakers even though we were in Hungary, most people seemed to be on something a little more than alcohol, and so many people were snogging or grinding. When I turned back around it seemed both James and Loretta had found other respective partners.

“Oh.” I winced, nose scrunched. In that moment, I felt an arm wrap around my front, a drink being placed in front of my face. My reactions were slow, but I jumped, knocking the drink, splashing it a little over my cleavage. “Wow, they look… busy!” Luckily, it was Sebastian and I felt my heart flutter. I wiped at my chest. “Oh, sorry, it’s just me.” He giggled, tilting his head over my shoulder slightly. I reached back, running a hand over the back of his head with a laugh as he stumbled slightly, accidentally dropping his glass which smashed down over our feet.

“Seb!” I giggled, feeling him cheekily sneak one out of my hand. He sipped at the alcohol, grimacing slightly as I smiled up to him. “It’s not nice-” he fed me some as I gulped the last of the liquor. This time, Seb politely put the glass on the floor as I gently bobbed to the music. “Dance.” I teased, taking his hand and playfully jiggling him around. “I don’t dance.” He threw an arm over my shoulders. “I’ve seen you dance before.” The back of my shoulder was pressed to his chest as I swayed my hips slightly.

James broke apart from the girl he was snogging, turning his back as she walked away in amusement. He began cheering and yelling, dancing with us both as we sung along to the occasional British hit that would blast. The more I was dancing I could feel my bum brush against Sebastian’s crotch. It burned a fire deep inside my abdomen as one of his hands slowly nudged up over my hip bone, adjusting me a little closer. Oh. That set something off inside of me, when ‘Ignition’ by R Kelly started playing I was having a silly amount of drunken fun. I alternated between singing yelling the words back to James who had no fucking clue what was happening, and swinging my hips back into Sebastian’s.

My left hand held the drink that I hadn’t touched, whilst my right slightly ran over Seb’s hands, feeling his fingers slid up my waist, my stomach, my thighs. Oh my god… I pushed my bum purposefully back, smirking as I gave him a slight glance. I was rolling my hips, dancing semi casually but I could feel the push of his hips up on mine. The music was that loud I couldn’t hear either of us singing along to the music, laughing, grinning. The crowd was moving with us, pushing us further into one another, sweaty body’s grinding together desperate to fill an ache that had existed for a little too long.

As Sebastian’s hand rested on my upper stomach I felt my whole body press properly into his front as I dropped my head back, giggling. I could feel something in his jeans, he was hard, and pressed firmly against me. I couldn’t lie, the sensation went straight to my core, I was turned on, I’d never wanted him or anybody so bad in my whole life.

“You wanna go back to the hotel?” He muttered in my ear as I turned around, tongue pressed to the inside of my cheek. “Yeah.” I held eye contact as he smirked to himself, taking me by the hand and leading me out.

“Woah, woah, woah!” A voice interrupted just as we’d got outside. Sebastian’s fingers tightened around mine slightly as James followed out with two other mechanics. I mentally sighed. “Can we get in the taxi with you?!” He slurred, stumbling forwards. Mine and Sebastian’s hands separated as he caught the drunk boy before he plummeted onto the pavement below. Not a good look, I wondered if there was paparazzi lingering? Glimpsing around, I noticed a few people, but it was early in the morning, I was positive by now they'd have all have gone to bed.

“So much for just us two, hm?” Sebastian knocked me as he sat in the middle seat of the taxi. “I know.” I smiled, purposefully knocking my leg against his. He glanced down, sliding his hand over my thigh, hooking it to the inside of my warm skin as I gulped harshly. If we weren’t fucking tonight- or at least kissing, then I’d be fuming at James for being such a god damn cock blo-

“Oh, I’m gonna be sick…” That’s all I heard for the following two hours. In the end myself and Monty had gone to bed whilst Sebastian and John had to literally carry James to bed. I was left overly frustrated, attempting to imagine what could’ve occurred between Sebastian and I.

The way his hands slid over my thigh, holding onto my bare leg in the car ride bag- his cock was hard as I rubbed up against his jeans, swaying my hips whilst he eagerly pulled me closer into him with his hands that literally covered my hole stomach. Ugh, his hands. His veiny, large hands… I’d spent a little too long purely thinking about his hands for it to be normal. My eyes opened abruptly with the sound of a door opening. My heart was racing and I was a literal breathless gathering my bearings. There was a light shining through into my bedroom, and I calmed down only when I realised it was Sebastian’s room. I heard him shuffle around, close some doors, sighing. Eventually I heard the dip of the bed and remembered we hadn’t shut the doors to our rooms. I wondered if he noticed? Probably not or he would’ve shut it, maybe he would’ve come in. In fact that’s what I hoped for, I even considered pattering in, but I felt frozen with an odd sense of nerves. A couple moments had passed, and I heard Seb let out another deep sigh. One that didn’t sound so annoyed, it sounded more… pleasured. It was only after a few more of the sighs did I realise exactly what Sebastian was doing…

#sebastian vettel smut #sebastian vettel x reader smut #sebastian vettel x oc #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel 2013

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count-alucard-tepes · 11 months

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King👑x Reader

An unexpected encounter...

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Y/N had been part of the Big Mom pirates since she was 11 years old after being washed up on shore. Her unique black feathered wings was all Big Mom needed to be convinced that the child would be useful to her crew and she was taken in. Her most beloved son, Katakuri took the child under his 'wing' and she soon worked her way under his guidance until she was second in command of his crew.

It had been 20 years since that day.

Y/N had just reached the ship when she saw her Commander and smiled brightly, he was so amazing in her eyes and just the best person ever! She'd quickly go to his side, "...you look exceptionally sweet today, Katakuri-san", she said with a big smile.

He'd look down at her and roll his eyes, "...your sarcasm is going to be the death of me, Y/N....let's go, I haven't briefed you on our mission today".

Y/N would huff in response, "...that was me complimenting you! I wasn't even trying to be sarcastic for once!", she said as she followed him onto the ship.

"...that’s what you get for always being a smart ass then", he'd say with a teasingly tone as an older brother would do to a younger sibling.

"...hm...fine, where are you going today? Valley of the Gods to meet our ends?", she asked as she folded her arms across her chest.

He glared at her and tsked, "...see...always got to be a smart ass with a sarcastic mouth".

Y/N pouted and refused to talk anymore until he told her about the mission.

"...so in light of Big Mom's alliance with Kaido...his first in command is meeting us to give us weapons and what not...I've never had the pleasure of meeting him but...I don't have any high hopes either for it to be a pleasant encounter...he can fly like you...so maybe you both can fly around and become friends".

Y/N stomped her foot, "...ah see who's being sarcastic now!".

He couldn't help but chuckle a little before composing himself, "...I'd prefer you just follow my lead...don't need you to start a fight for nothing".

Y/N just pouted even more and turned away from him, "...you're so mean! I always end battles I start!", she said her flame on her back grew a little more with her increasing emotions.

"...before you set the ship on fire, do I need to throw you in the ocean?", he asked teasingly.

Y/N quickly stopped her flame and nodded negatively, "No! My wings will get all wet...you know what happens when I do...especially with salt water...".

"...good girl...", he said before going on his merienda, leaving the young woman to pout.

It wouldn't be long before they would arrive on the island and King's ship was spotted, however he was no where to be seen.

"...apparently he flew out all of a sudden...works out for us since we wouldn't have to encounter him", Katakuri said as the exchange of goods started.

Y/N looked around and nodded, "...I'm going to explore the island and then stretch my wings...don't wait for me, I'll fly back to the ship when I'm ready", she said as she began walking into the forested area.

"...be safe...", Katakuri murmured as he watched her before going back to the ship. He knew she could handle himself....but something at the back of his mind made him worry for her safety especially now that King was MIA.

The island wasn’t part of Big Mom’s territory so naturally they were nervous when they saw one of her pirates on their island but Y/N didn’t pose a threat and would just buy some watermelon before tapping at a little stores window, “…do you have any black hair dye any chance? It’s kind of an emergency “, she said with a smile as she took a lock of hair with a free hand and smiled weakly.

“…yes, my wife could apply it for you if you like…she’s a barber but she does get the occasional lady client too”, the shop owner said gently.

This was unexpected, Y/N never really encountered nice people outside of Big Mom’s territory so it was rather refreshing.

“…sure…I don’t think I’d fit inside…so maybe she could do it outside while I eat my watermelon”, Y/N said gently as the shop owner realized that she stood 4 meters tall!

Y/N sat on the grass, cross legged as the lady washed her hair and took off the remaining dye, only to reveal her white hair, “…your hair is so beautiful…why do you dye it?”, the lady asked as Y/N smiled weakly.

“…I never really thought it suited me…so I always dyed it even as a girl…and it matches my wings when it’s black so it’s looks pretty cool”, she said as she stuffed her face with more watermelon.

Little did she know, flying right above her was King who had seen her hair and heard the entire conversation.

Before the lady could even start applying the dye, a gush of wind suddenly dropped it all on the floor.

Y/N froze for a minute, that was not a normal gush of wind…she knew that all too well and would look up to make eye contact with King the Wildfire.

“…you asshole! What was that for!?”, she said as she stood up and glared at him, “…you could literally flap your wings anywhere but you had to do it when this nice lady was helping me out!”.

The fire on his back grew wilder and that silenced Y/N, why…was it similar to hers?

“…where did you come from, girl?”, he questioned as he landed with a loud thud and began closing the distance between himself and Y/N. The town’s people began hurrying off away as they knew this could end terribly.

Y/N gripped the hilt of her sword as she stepped backwards, “…that is no concern of yours…”, she said calmly, sensing the vibe he was giving was off. Immediately, she’d distance herself from him and fly off but he was hot on her heels and before she knew it, he grabbed onto her ankle and dragged her into the dense forest.

Both crashing into a fresh water stream, Y/N groaned as she got up and realized her sword was gone. Not too far from her stood King who seemingly recovered from the crash a lot faster than she did.

“….what the fuck is your problem!? You could have killed us both!”, she said angrily as she flapped her wings to make sure they were not hurt but they were soaked…there was no way she could fly now until they dried.

This time, King wasted no time and closed the distance between them, grabbing her by the throat and lifted her off her feet, “….where the fuck did you come from!? Answer me!”.

Y/N kicked at him and punched him as best as she could, eventually trying to pull at his fingers to release her neck.

He took every hit from her before his patience started to thin and his eyes narrowed, “TELL ME!?”, he roared.

“…r…red…line”, she finally said when his grip finally loosen.

Before he could even say or do anything further, a spear grazed the top off his arm and immediately he let go of Y/N who hit the ground with a loud thud as she gasped for air.

With a moment spared, mochi engulfed her body and retracted to its owner, Katakuri who held her close to him, “…relax, Y/N…I’m here now”, he whispered to her soothingly as she clung onto him with tears in her eyes.

He turned his attention back at King, “…you attacked my second in command…that is a threat in itself towards our emperors’ truce…”, he said calmly as King glared right back at him before turning away.

“…I have no issues with you, Katakuri…and I do not plan to”, he said calmly as he took off to the skies, looking over his shoulder at Y/N one last time before heading off to his ship.

Katakuri carried Y/N back to the ship and tended to her wounds, “…what happened?”, he asked quietly.

Y/N sighed softly, “…he attacked me first, he just saw me and started questioning me about where I came from…and things just escalated”.

“…and your hair…”, he said waiting for her to confirm what he already knew.

She blushed when she realized that it was now completely white, “…oh no! I hate it like this…”, she said before grabbing a pillow and covering it up as best she could.

“…so it’s like that naturally then…”, he said gently.

“…yeah…”, she said quietly as she didn’t want to make eye contact with him.

“…and you’re from Red Line?”, he asked.

She nodded before looking at him with hesitation written all over her face.

He simply nodded before patting her knee, “…I’ll get you some dye once we are home…but it does suit you a lot more though”.

She blushed a little, “…really? You think so?”, she asked as she took the pillow down and he just nodded a little.

“…get some rest, I’ll wake you up when we arrive”, he said gently as he headed to the door and closed it behind him.

She laid on the bed for a moment to process everything that had just happened before falling asleep.

Katakuri stood on the deck as he looked out at the ocean. What had happened was not good at all. He knew King was extremely dangerous and did not understand why he would attack Y/N and question her so brutally…everyone who knew about the Lunarians, also knew they were a dead race but here was Y/N.

So what was King’s problem?

He sighed softly, he needed to make sure Y/N was never near King again…no matter the cost.

((Let me know if you guys want a part 2!😆 I made her in her 30’s because King is 48 and I wanted them to have a closer age gap and 4 meters tall so that they are somewhat proportionate))

#ooc #one piece #charlotte katakuri #katakuri charlotte #katakuri one piece #king one piece #king the wildfire #one piece king #beast pirates #big mom pirates #lunarians #king x reader #fanfic #wano kuni #land of wano #whole cake arc #whole cake island

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omgrachwrites · 5 months

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World on Fire - Chapter One

Pairing: Carmy Berzatto x Reader

Summary: A funeral and a job offer pull you back to Chicago. Back to him.

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, mentions of death, character death

A/N: I've still only seen season one but I hope you guys enjoy this! Please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

Chapter One

You glanced up from where you were chopping the tomatoes and looked over at your boyfriend who was cutting up the onions – they made your eyes water and somehow he was immune. He was so beautiful, there was a little crease between his eyebrows as he concentrated. The sunlight streamed through the windows, making the blonde in his dark curls shine like gold.

You turned back to the tomato you were cutting which you instantly regretted. As the knife glided through the skin, some juice squirted in your eye causing you to wince and drop the knife.

“Ow!”

At your pained cry, Carmy dropped the knife he was holding and immediately hurried over to you, “baby, what happened?” he cupped your cheek.

You looked at his worried face through your one good eye, “I got tomato juice in my eye,” you pouted as your eye stung, “I hate cooking,” your bottom lip jutted out.

You could tell that he was trying not to laugh as he sat you on the counter, “let me look,” Carmy smiled as his gentle fingers stroked against your cheek and he cleaned the tomato juice out of your eye.

When you were able to open your eye without it stinging, you pulled him closer, “I don’t hate cooking really,” you murmured, your fingers threading through his soft curls.

“Really?” he raised an eyebrow, “and why’s that?”

“Because cooking reminds me of you, and I love you.”

Carmy smiled as he pressed a slow sweet kiss against your mouth, his hand cupping the base of your neck. After a moment he pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours.

“I love you too, how did I get so lucky?”

You flushed as you rolled your eyes with a smile, “c’mon, Carmy.”

“I’m serious, Y/N. You could get anyone you want and you still chose me.”

You were about to reply but you were cut off by Mikey, Carmy’s older brother walked in with a smirk on his face, “and what’s going on in here?”

Carmy rolled his eyes as Mikey punched his shoulder, “making dinner, obviously.”

Mikey grinned as he nodded over at you, “staying the night again, squirt?” he ruffled your hair, smirking when you glared at him.

“No, I gotta pack for college, I leave in about two weeks and I haven’t packed a thing,” you laughed.

“Cambridge right? Congrats.”

Carmy stood with his back against the counter, running a hand through his hair. Every time someone mentioned you going away to college, Carmy fell silent. You and Carmy had talked about it, he knew you were too smart and talented to not go to college. You’d had your heart set on Cambridge ever since you were a little girl and Carmy was not going to let you give up your dreams for him.

There had been a lot of arguing and tears from the both of you but you had both come out the other end and you were going to make it work. You forced a smile of thanks and after that Mikey left you alone so you and Carmy could finish making dinner.

After a large helping of pasta, Carmy drove you home. He was silent as he manoeuvred his way through the dark Chicago streets. You glanced over at him and you steeled your nerves.

“Are you really alright with me going to college in the UK?”

Carmy glanced over at you, a look of surprise on his handsome face, “sweetie, we talked about this. Extensively as I recall,” he chuckled, “it’s what you wanted.”

“What if I want something different?”

“I’d believe it if I thought it was true, you really want to stay here?”

When you fell silent Carmy had his answer, the only reason you would consider staying in America was because of him. You’d been going into his family’s restaurant for years when you and your friends would rebel and smoke in the alleyways but not once did you expect to fall for him.

“Y/N, I love you, and you going away to college isn’t gonna change that. We’ll make it work like we said we would, I promise. We can and we will have it both ways.”

You smiled as you brought his hand that was resting on your thigh to your lips and you pressed a kiss against his knuckles, “I love you, Carmy.”

It was silent for the rest of the ride and he soon pulled up outside your house, “I’ll see you on Friday for the BBQ?”

Carmy scoffed as he cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing over your bottom lip, “am I invited?”

“Course you are!”

Carmy smiled as his bright blue eyes flickered down to your lips, “then I’ll see you Friday,” he grinned and pulled you into a deep kiss that made you feel all warm on the inside.

Your parents’ annual BBQ went well, better than it usually did. Your parents weren’t a fan of Carmy, according to them he was from the wrong side of the tracks. As a private school student they weren’t shy about letting you know that they wanted more for you. But, it was your life and you loved Carmy. You watched with a smile as he helped your Uncles cook the meat, every time he passed you, he rubbed a hand up your lower back and kissed your cheek. The boy was smitten and everyone could see it.

Carmy was silent in the days after the BBQ which was unusual but for the first couple of days it was alright, you had so much to do. But, it was clear after about five days that he was purposely dodging your calls. He wasn’t working at his parents’ restaurant either and it was weird for you not to spot him in the kitchen.

Finally, you decided you’d had enough so you went over to Carmy’s place, pounding on the door as you waited for someone to answer it. It was Mikey who opened the door, his hair damp from the shower.

“Hey kid. Haven’t seen you in a while.”

You smiled, “is Carmy here?”

Mikey nodded, “yeah, he’s in his room. Go right up.”

You smiled at him in thanks as you ran up the stairs and knocked on Carmy’s bedroom door before you opened it and walked in. He was slouching on his bed, throwing a basketball up at the ceiling. His head turned to look at you as you walked in, his expression closed off.

“What you doin’ here?”

You scoffed as you lean your hip against his dresser, “seriously? That’s how you say hello to me? I haven’t heard from you in days, Carmy.”

He shrugged as he sat up, dragging a hand through his curls, “well, I’m sorry if I needed a little bit of space,” his voice was unusually harsh and it almost made you shrink away.

“I’m literally moving halfway across the world in about a week, soon you’ll be getting all the space that you desperately crave,” he said nothing at your little dig and you were so confused, “what’s up? What happened to the guy who cleaned the tomato juice out of my eye and kissed me until I was breathless?” you asked as you sat next to him and ran a hand through his hair.

He didn’t say anything for a little while, before he looked up at you with those baby blue eyes that you loved so much, “I think we should break up.”

At first you thought it was a joke and you giggled as you slapped a hand over your mouth. When he looked at the floor your heart dropped when you realised he wasn’t joking.

“Seriously? Baby, if this is about me going away to college, I’ll redact my acceptance and stay in Chicago,” tears stung at your eyes, you would do anything to keep him.

“It’s not about Cambridge, Y/N,” he sighed as he stood up and started to pace the room, delving his hands through his curls.

“Then what is it?” your voice broke and he looked at you, the guilt was clear in his blue eyes.

“I don’t love you, Y/N.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you felt acid burn your stomach at his admission, “don’t say that.”

He shrugged, “it’s the truth.”

“No,” you shook your head as you stood up, wiping your eyes, “you don’t get to decide that you suddenly don’t love me anymore.”

Carmy sighed, “I’m sorry, Y/N. It’s over.”

From the look on his face you could tell that he meant it, “have a nice life, Carmy,” you wiped a stray tear as you walked out of his room and out of his life.

Mikey took one look at you and he instantly knew what happened, “he’ll come around, Y/N. I promise.”

But he didn’t come around and soon after you were on your way to Cambridge, leaving your life – and Carmy – behind.

14 Years Later

You glanced over at Meg as you drove to the church, her eyes were fixed on her phone, as usual and you sighed. She had hardly spoken to you for over a week.

“I know you’re unhappy about this but I couldn’t say no to this job. Your father and I discussed this and we both decided it would be better if you came with me. Your dad can visit for the holidays. We’ve been alright on our own so far, haven’t we?”

“I don’t want to start a new school with a bunch of twats.”

“Language!” you scolded, managing to conceal your laughter.

“I’m sorry, mum,” you knew she wasn’t sorry about the swearing, she was sorry for the second reason you’d left London for Chicago.

“Thanks, baby.”

You pulled into the parking space in front of the church and you got out with Meg, you never wanted to be here. Not like this. Richie was smoking outside of the church, his eyes looked and it looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His face lit up when he saw you and he pulled you into a hug.

“Look at you, all grown up!”

“Hi, Richie,” you smiled and he raised an eyebrow.

“You got a fuckin’ British accent too!”

You laughed as you introduced Meg to Richie, “I’m really sorry, Richie. About Mikey.”

He nodded as he flicked the ash from his cigarette as he put it out, “yeah kid. Me too.”

The church was beautiful and you greeted Natalie as you walked in, “hey!” she grinned and pulled you into a hug, her eyes were red too, “thank you so much for coming.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss this Nat. How are you holding up?”

She scoffed and you could see the tears in her eyes, “I’m pissed,” she laughed as she wiped a stray tear away, “he’s a jackass.”

You understood how she felt, Mikey didn’t exactly die from natural causes, he took his own life. When Nat had called with the news you didn’t want to believe it, you couldn’t believe it. Being here made it all real, seeing his coffin with the flowers laid over it was hard to stomach.

You were pissed at Mikey too, when you were homesick at Cambridge, Mikey kept you on the straight and narrow. He’d take your call at 3am, his voice wrecked from sleep and he’d just sit there and listen to you cry.

You found your spot and sat down, Meg’s hand in yours, “I didn’t know Mikey had a sister,” Meg spoke up.

“Yeah, he has a brother too,” you smiled at her, your chest clenched as you did so. Though, it wasn’t painful as it once was.

You guys had got there a little early so there was a little bit of waiting around for the service to start. Every time the church doors opened you glanced over your shoulder to see who it was. You were on edge and it was clear that Richie noticed because he came and sat next to you.

“Y’know, he’s not coming, Y/N.”

You scoffed as you glanced at the older man, “he’s not coming to his own brother’s funeral? Why?”

“Because he’s a little bitch, probably. No one had heard from him in months, until he returned a call to say he was in New York and he wasn’t coming.”

“Oh,” you finished lamely.

“Did you want to see him?”

“No,” you shook your head but as your daughter listened in to the conversation you knew that you were lying to yourself.

#carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #the bear #carmy x reader #carmy x you #reader insert #carmy the bear #fluff #angst #character death

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lamoobsessions · 2 months

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In the embers of light, I see my love for you.

Newt x Reader(f)

Summary: Set at the Safe Haven, two people hopelessly infatuated carry a conversation of memories and the act of starting over again.

A/N: First time posting on here, so bear with me if I mess something up. Any sort of feedback is appreciated! <3 <3 <3

Warnings: No use of y/n, no reader-specific descriptions, she/her pronouns.

Word Count: 1k

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The fire crackled and popped, emanating a soft warmth in the cool night. The flames whisked in the breeze that carried off the ocean water. It was amazing the fire was still lit. The flames held a miraculous vitality, even after the continuous hours it had been burning and with little attention it had been given.

As captivating as it was, there was something greater catching Newt's eyes -or rather someone. And that someone sat only a few inches away from him, staring intrinsically at the fire. He watched as the light danced in her eyes, illuminating every feature, every detail. Her knees to her chest and arms loosely slunk over her legs, evidently relaxed -comfortable with her surroundings.

This wasn’t always a normal occurrence. It used to be an unfamiliar feeling, almost distant, as if comfortability itself was only a mere idea. Surely, they thought, a feeling like that was no longer felt in a world like their own. No, it would be near impossible to feel such a thing ever again.

But here they are, sitting side by side in each other's company, not a pint of unease to be felt. Unless you considered the fluttering feeling Newt had whenever he was around her. Then, maybe there was some unease, but it’s not an unwarranted feeling. He welcomed this feeling with open arms, accepting it as a feeling of admiration.

“Do you think memories still exist when you forget them?”

The question seemingly comes out of nowhere. Her eyes don’t even deter from the fire when she speaks, as if she hadn’t meant to ask the question outloud.

“Where is this coming from?” He questions.

She shrugs, mindlessly drawing small circles in the sand. It seemed the question wasn’t one derived from a sense of melancholy, but rather from a genuine curiosity.

He smiles to himself, looking back to the fire as he ponders her question. “I’m not sure,” he answers honestly. “I’d like to think so. I’d like to think things don’t just disappear when we forget’em. They’ll still live on in someone else’s memory. Or If not in someone else’s then I’m sure it’s still there, you just can’t see it.”

There’s a moment of silence as she considered his answer, thinking it over, comparing it to an opinion of her own.

“You think it’s possible to retrieve those lost memories?” She adds.

“Maybe, if you try hard enough.”

The girl turned towards him with a look that clearly stated she wasn’t satisfied with that answer.

He huffs with a laugh and perches his arms behind him, propping up his back. Amused by her persistence. “I suppose it’s a matter of significance. How important that moment was, what happened, when it happened, where it happened, stuff like that.” He thinks out loud, looking into the ocean for stability. “That is to say if half your memories weren’t taken from you in the first place.”

At that she laughs, and he feels a sense of pride that he could be the cause of such a wonderful sound. “Yeah, I know there is no retrieving those…I just mean,” She pauses a moment, looking down to the sand. “-moments like this. I don’t want to forget this moment but if I do, I'd hope it wouldn't go away forever.”

He nudges her side lightly. “Well, there’s no need to worry about that. I’m here too. I’ll make sure to hold on to it for you in case you forget.”

“Thanks.” She replies, nudging him in the side in return. “On the contrary, I have this weird distaste towards the term ‘unforgettable’. I think it’s because of the whole memory removal thing. Like, maybe there was a time before all this where I deemed something as ‘unforgettable’. But little did I know I’d be sitting here now, not having a clue what that moment was.”

“So, you don’t think something can be unforgettable?”

“Not necessarily. But usually for me when something is unforgettable it’s a bad thing.”

Newt knew all too well what she meant by that. His mind always seemed to favor trauma over moments of delight.

“Maybe we need to start makin' more positive ‘unforgettables’ from now on then."

“Yeah," She mutters. "Maybe we do.”

A silence fills the air as the two of them reveled in the other's presence. Comforted by the fact that they have each other. With the ocean waves crashing in the distance and the flickering light of the fire, the serene scene almost made it too easy to let all their concerns melt away.

“I must admit, it’d be hard to forget moments like this. Moments with you, I mean.” She confesses, avoiding all possible eye contact.

Though, Newt looks to her, a flattered yet nervous smile on his lips. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she confirms meekly. “I enjoy your company. When I’m with you things seem… easier. Like, life seems to become a little more bearable -and I know how dark and weirdly cheesy that sounds, but it’s true… You make me feel secure.”

Her sudden sentiments struck him, making his ears and cheeks run warm.

Her words weren’t something new to Newt. He had known the impact they had on each other for a while. There was always this unspoken bond. A sort of mutual understanding that they needed each other. Not in a sense of co-dependency but more of a fidelity -a reassurance that they would always have each other.

In spite of all that, the reason her sentiments struck Newt was because of her tone. There was a sense of timidity to her words, similar to one of a confession.

“You make me feel secure too -and I’m not just saying that cause you said it. I mean it, you-” He babbles, trying to formulate his thoughts into words. “You mean a lot to me. Honestly, I don’t know what I would do with you.”

Their gazes meet and she smiles. “You probably would be off your wits by now.” She teases. “You know, dealing with Minho and Thomas is not a one-man task.”

He chuckles. “Bloody right on that one.” He looks back to the ocean, hoping to find the right words hidden in the waves. “I’m serious though. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone quite like you. You’re… astonishing.”

Her features soften, sparking a light in her eyes.

He refuses himself to look her way, afraid he’ll lose all control and let his thoughts spill. However, he doesn’t need to see her to know a smile is still prevalent on her face. He can feel it radiating off her, like the warmth from the fire, like the salt on his skin -like her hand now holding his.

…

The gesture felt natural to her. Laying her hand on top of his, she squeezes it tight as if to extend a gratuity towards his declaration. She then follows his gaze to the dark ocean water, watching the waves fold in the night.

“I actually think it would be hard to forget this moment.”

He hums in question, now feeling it is finally safe to look her way. “Would you say it’s unforgettable?”

A grin sneaks on her lips as she cuts her eyes. “Mm, not yet.”

Now fully turning towards the boy, who appears to be choked on words, the girl’s smile softens. Her eyes flicker to his lips, as if to test the water. He seems to get the implication immediately, leaning in closer to close the space between them. A hand sneaks up her neck as another hovers over her waist. Their lips meet halfway.

Just as fast as the kiss began, it stopped. Foreheads pressed against one another, her hand resting on his cheek, brushing light strokes under his eyes. “I guess it is now,” she breaths, unable to form any other words.

“You guess?” He teases.

A laugh bubbles in her throat, nodding her head once. “I guess.”

Newt pulls her back instantly, simmering in the newly created warmth between them. Her lips curve upward as his does the same.

With desire so plentiful and the stars above abound, there would be no possible way to forget a moment like this. At least, that is what she believed. They would venture this new paradise together, side by side, hand-in-hand -metaphorically and physically.

Though these roads are uncharted, they feel quite tranquil. She felt that something as easy as this would never be topped.

An air of silence separates them now. The two of them mindlessly admiring the other under the silver moonlight. The girl didn’t think Newt looked real. The way his skin soothed in the light. The way his hair weaved through the salty breeze. How his eyes seemed to consume her whole. She thought he looked more like a depiction of an angel rather than a boy.

“Don’t smile at me like that.” He marveled coyly.

“Like what?”

“Like…that.” He gestures slightly towards her before turning to the passing fire.

She takes another moment to indulge herself with his appearance. Loving the feeling he invokes in her heart. Scooting closer to him, she rests her head lightly on his shoulder. “I’ll smile at you all I want.”

She feels a chuckle vibrate in his chest as he rests his head atop of hers. “Fine.” He relents, although it wasn’t much of a retaliation in the first place.

“Fine,” She nudges her head in closer.

Together they sit on the cool sand and breath in the salt air, watching as the fire’s light begins to dim. Only charred wood, fluffy ashes, and flickering sparks remained. As if the fire's job was done for the night.

Just before her eyes began to flutter shut, a pair of lips pecked her forehead.

Maybe Newt was right. There was still much more left for them in this life. They’ve given so much in such little time. Now… it was time to receive. It was time to make new unforgettable moments.

They would be okay.

#newt x reader #maze runner #the maze runner #newt x you #fanfiction #newt tmr #first time posting on here #Whoop Whoop!#listened to a lot of mazzy star writing this

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Love in Motion

Chapter Five

Synopsis: Lydia gets a wrong number text from Lando Norris.

Note: This is not an accurate portrayal of how the real people in this act. I do not know them personally, so I will not be portraying them accurately.

Warnings for this chapter: None

Previous Chapters: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four

Next Chapter: Chapter Six

Masterlist

April 22, 2022

7 pm Italy Time

Lando’s POV

I walk back to my drivers room from the media pen. I grab my phone, hoping to see messages from Lydia. I frown when I see no messages from her. “Why are you frowning? You’re starting P3 in the sprint tomorrow!” Jon asks, walking into the room.

“I was expecting a message from someone by the time qualifying ended, but I’ve got no messages,” I sigh.

“He’s expecting a message from a girl,” Daniel says, entering the room. I sigh and roll my eyes at him extending the word girl.

“Yeah,” I sigh, “We’ve been talking every day, so I’m not sure why I haven’t got any messages besides her good morning message. She’s a big F1 fan, so I assumed I’d get messages about qualifying like I did last time.”

Jon puts a hand on my shoulder, “I’m sure she’s just busy.”

“Yeah, she probably is in class or something,” I nod. Daniel and Jon nod along with me.

Lydia’s POV

3 pm Minnesota Time

I grab my laptop, sitting down on the couch. I turn on the tv, pulling up qualifying for the Imola grand prix. My plan is to look for photography jobs while qualifying is happening. I’m having to watch a replay of qualifying because I have had class all day. I grab my phone so I can text Luke throughout watching it.

Me: I finally am free, so now I can watch qualifying. Stupid school getting in the way of my hobby.

I set my phone down, not expecting a message back because it’s 10 in Italy. My phone vibrates immediately.

Luke: Oh good! I was getting worried after not hearing from you for hours.

Me: Sorry, I had exams in my three classes today, so I wasn’t on my phone.

Luke: All good! Let me know what you think of qualifying!

Me: Don’t worry, you’re going to be getting all my reactions as I watch it.

Luke: Oh good. I loved reading your comments after Australia.

Me: Good, cause I’m not going to stop. You’re the only person I know who likes F1.

Luke: That sucks. Well, at least you have someone now.

Me: Yeah!

I look up at the screen as Alex’s car catches on fire and a red flag is shown.

Me: Holy shit! Alex’s brake is on fire!

Luke: Yeah, that sucks when it happens.

Me: I can’t believe you say that so casually. I would be scared as hell.

Luke: Yeah, but these guys can’t be scared of these sorts of things, otherwise they’d never get in the car.

Me: True.

As I wait for the red flag to finish, I head to the McLaren job website. I’ve been checking different Formula 1 team’s job sites to see if any of them post anything about needing a photographer. I sigh when I don’t see any new postings. I switch over to the Red Bull site next. I see a new job posting and start to get hopeful. I click on it and the words “Red Bull Photographer” stare back at me. I immediately hit apply and start the application.

I look up at the screen when I hear the commentators say something about a yellow flag and Latifi.

Me: Aww, Latifi spun. Williams just isn’t having a good day.

Luke: No, they didn’t.

I turn back to the application, filling everything out. I submit the application with my photo portfolio just as the commentators go “And Sainz in the wall!” My head flings up to see Carlos’ car against the wall.

Me: No!! Carlos hit the wall! Thank goodness he’s okay. I always get so worried about the drivers when they crash.

Luke: That’s so sweet of you. It’s always worrying when drivers crash.

Me: Yeah. I hope you’re staying dry this weekend. Looks miserable out there.

Luke: I’m luckily in the hospitality all weekend.

Me: That’s good. It’s bright and sunny here.

Me: Hopefully it doesn’t rain too much during the races.

Luke: Hopefully, that would be good.

I watch as the cars come out on track for Q3. I groan as Kevin Magnussen crashes and causes another red flag.

Me: How many red flags are there going to be?

Luke: You just see Magnussen crash?

Me: Yeah, luckily it won’t be too long it looks like.

Me: I still have 6 minutes left of Q3 but there’s 25 minutes left in the video. What happens?

Me: Ohhh! Valtteri is off! And it’s another red flag.

Luke: Three red flags. It was an interesting qualifying.

I patiently wait for the red flag to lift. 15 minutes later the flag is lifted. I know I can skip until the flag is done, but I like watching everything I can on the sport. I groan when I see another red flag. I gasp and yell, “No!” It’s Lando who’s caused the red flag.

Me: No! Lando crashed! Hopefully he’s okay! But hey! He’s starting P3 tomorrow!

Luke: He’s okay, happy to start P3 tomorrow.

Me: Oh good! He did great today.

Luke: I should head to bed. It’s midnight here now.

Me: Okay! Have a good night!

Luke: Good night, Lydia.

I turn off the tv and head into the kitchen to make some dinner.

April 23, 2022

9 am

I sit down on the couch as the five lights go out. “Oh no, what happened to you, Zhou?” I ask, seeing his car in the wall. “Ooohhh, contact with Pierre,” I hum, seeing Pierre limp around the track.

Me: Poor Zhou and Pierre.

Me: Zhou should’ve given Pierre more room, but it’s going to go down as a racing incident probably.

Me: The fact that Carlos is fighting against Fernando, who is the driver he idolized as a child, is crazy.

Me: Noooo, Perez passed Lando.

Me: NO! Carlos! How could you do this to your bestie? How could you pass him?

Me: Let’s go! Lando finished P5!

I set my phone down, standing up. I start cleaning my apartment, waiting to see if Luke responds any time soon.

I’ve just finished cleaning the bathroom when I hear my phone vibrate. I grab it, excited to see if it’s Luke. I frown when I see that it’s an email from an unknown sender. Curious, I click it. I almost drop my phone in shock when I see the contents. “RED BULL WANTS AN INTERVIEW WITH ME!” I shriek. I’m shocked that they want an interview and the incredibly fast response time. I immediately respond to the email, wanting to set up a time as soon as possible for an interview. As soon as I get that figured out, I start pacing my apartment. “Oh my god, this is it. This could be you fulfilling your dream, Lydia. Don’t freak out,” I mumble to myself. My phone vibrates, and I dive for it. I grin when I see a message from Luke.

Luke: I’m sure Lando would be grateful for your support if he knew you.

Me: Hi, Luke!

Luke: Hi, Lydia. How has your day been?

Me: It’s going amazing. I have an interview on Monday for a possible photography job.

Luke: That’s amazing! Congrats!

Me: Thanks!

Luke: I’m sure you’ll do great.

Me: Thanks! How’s the weather look in Imola tomorrow? More rain?

Luke: Lots of rain.

Me: Damn, good luck to the drivers then.

Luke: They’ve driven in all kinds of weather, I’m sure they’ll be okay.

Me: I hope so too.

Luke: What’s your plan for the rest of your day?

Me: I’m finishing cleaning my apartment, then doing some homework. Can’t slack off for even a day or I’ll fall behind.

Luke: Damn, I really hope you get some free time soon.

Me: I should, it’s almost the end of school. Just two more weeks.

Luke: Oh, that’s good!

Me: Yep! What’s the plan for your night?

Luke: Well, just resting and preparing for the race and events tomorrow.

Me: Okay! Have fun with that!

Luke: I will!

Lando’s POV

I pick up my phone, grinning when I see messages from Lydia. My disappointment from losing positions in the sprint disappears when I see she’s excited that I finished P5. I dive into a conversation with her, lounging on the bed to relax. We talk for a good hour before I feel myself start to fall asleep. I groan, wanting to spend more time talking to Lydia. I fight sleep for a couple minutes before it starts to take over.

Me: As much as I’d love to continue talking, it’s 9:30 here now and I’m fighting sleep.

Lydia: Okay! Good night Luke!

Me: Good night, Lydia!

April 24, 2022

Lydia’s POV

8 am

“And in Imola, we’re racing,” Will Buxton says. I grin, as Lando takes two places right off the bat. “And Sainz has been hit!” I gasp, seeing Carlos and Daniel in the gravel.

Me: LET’S GO LANDO! TAKING TWO PLACES OFF THE BAT!

Me: Oh no! Not Carlos and Daniel! It must be so hard to see with all that rain.

Me: The drivers need little windshield wipers on their helmets.

Me: It sucks that Carlos is beached.

Me: Oh! Mick had a little trip through the grass too.

Me: I could never be a race strategist. So many variables.

I bite my nails as Charles makes an attempt to pass Lando. “Charles, I swear if you take Lando out,” I say. I pout when Charles passes Lando, “Come on, Lando. You can do this.”

Me: Aww, Mick spun again.

Me: Stroll is worrying me going onto the wet part of the track on slicks.

Me: I don’t want anyone to crash!

Me: No! Charles! He crashed!

Me: Good shot of Carlos though.

Me: BUT THAT MEANS LANDO IS P3! LET’S GOOOO!

Me: YESSS LANDO GOT P3!!!

Me: Awww, his reaction on the radio is so cute.

I laugh as Lando appears on the screen, his hair sticking straight up. After the podium ceremony, I shut off the tv. I grab my laptop, setting up camp on the couch to work on homework and get ready for my interview tomorrow.

Lando’s POV

I step out of the conference room, still stinking of champaign. “All I want right now is a shower and sleep,” Max says, coming up next to me. I nod, making a noise of agreement. We walk back to our drivers rooms together. “See you later, Lando. Congrats again on your race,” Max says, waving bye.

“Thanks, Max. Congrats on your win,” I say, before heading into the room. I race for my phone, grinning when I see a string of messages from Lydia. I quickly read through them before replying.

Me: Lando is super happy with his final position.

Lydia: As he should be! He did amazing!

I almost send a thank you to her, before catching myself. “She doesn’t know she’s talking to you, idiot. Don’t mess it up now,” I mumble.

Me: He did.

Lydia: Any plans to go out and celebrate?

Me: Not tonight, I’ve got an early flight to catch. Celebrations will be later this week.

Lydia: Sounds like fun!

Me: Yeah! Now it’s time to head back to the hotel and getting some sleep.

Lydia: Sounds like a fantastic idea. Sounds like a lot more fun than what I’m doing.

Me: What are you doing?

Lydia: I’m studying for my final in organic chemistry.

Me: That sounds awful.

Lydia: It truly is miserable. But I’m getting through it.

Me: I’ll leave you to it then, I’m headed back to the hotel now and will probably fall asleep as soon as I sit down.

Lydia: Alright! Have a good night and sleep, Luke!

Me: Have a good day and study, Lydia. Good night.

I grab my stuff, heading for the hotel. As soon as I get back, I shower and fall into bed, quickly falling asleep.

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#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 imagines #f1 story #lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris story #lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagines #lando norris x oc

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abbysleftbicepp · 3 months

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Your ex is bothering you, and you're afraid of him, so abby handles him for you.

Thank u for the request!!

Warnings: sa, violence, alcohol use, angst, fluff, not proofread! lmk if there’s more that I’ve missed!!

It was 12pm on a Saturday night. You and the group were out clubbing to celebrate the start of your final year at college. Nora, Jordan, Leah and Manny had already left so it was just you and Abby, and the swarms of people in the club.

“Abs I’m gonna go grab another drink, you wait here for me okay?” You tell Abby before walking off to the bar and ordering yourself another drink.

“Hey baby..you’re looking gorgeous tonight. You got any plans?” Your ex, Michael, asked in a seductive tone. Your body froze, with your heart falling to your stomach.

You and Michael didn’t have the best history. He was very violent towards you when he didn’t get his own way, so you were scared to death considering the fact he had a hold of your body in this moment.

“I have plans..” you mumbled, trying to subtly tell him to fuck off.

“Cmon gorgeous girl..let me treat you better than I have before. I know you’ll like it..” he pried.

“Michael please..I’m not in the mood for this..” you try and hint to him to stop.

“Oh is that so? I could make you in the mood.” He said. Before he was able to do anything to you, you heard a voice yell.

“HEY! Get your filthy hands off of her before I knock some sense into you, big guy.” Abby threatened him.

“Oh really? I’d like to see you try, D*ke.” This set something inside of Abby off. She swinged her fist straight towards his nose, crushing it with her force. This caused him to let go of you, and hold onto his nose.

“You fuck!” He yelled before storming out of the club.

“Are you okay?!” Abby asked, worried for your safety.

“Never better.” You looked at her, shocked. Seeing her stand up for you like this set a fire inside of you. Maybe it was the alcohol, but it was still Abby. It was always Abby.

“Are you sure? You look shocked.” She asks again, holding onto your shoulders. You look her face up and down, glancing at her lips for a few seconds. She notices this and does the same.

“Abby-“ you whisper out before you both smash your lips into one another. You both had been waiting for this moment for too long. Years of friendship washed away as it grew into so much more in a matter of seconds. God knows what was gonna happen next, but to say you were both excited was an understatement.

#abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x reader #modern au #no outbreak au #the last of us #anon ask #blurb #oneshot

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corrodedbisexual · 8 months

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Suck it better

Steddie | E | ~3.5k | AO3 link

Featuring: Porn With Plot (a little bit of plot ok I tried), Hand & Finger Kink, Thumb-sucking, Praise Kink, Competence Kink (if you squint), Hand Job, Blow Job, Masturbation, Fluff and Smut, Boys Kissing, Experienced Eddie Munson, POV Steve Harrington

A slightly belated gift for @stobinesque 🥰 happy birthday new friend!!!

“Sorry, sorry, just a sec,” Steve chuckles, scrambling to tug his sweatshirt from underneath Eddie’s butt. “I’d really rather not have a needle stuck in my dick.” Above him, Eddie giggles. Steve tosses the shirt away and looks up. “What?” Steve raises his eyebrows, unable not to smile back at Eddie’s cheeky expression. Eddie bites on his fist, looks away, then back to Steve, his grin impossibly wide. “Well. If that happened, I could always suck it better, you know.” *** An impromptu lesson in mending clothes takes an unexpected turn when Steve accidentally stabs his thumb with the needle.

They are in the middle of their weekly hangout at Eddie’s trailer, stretched out on the bed in his room, when Eddie suddenly says, “Hey, you’ve got a hole in your shirt, Stevie.”

Steve tugs on the edge of his green sweatshirt to see where Eddie’s pointing. There, he sees it; just below his armpit, the seams have come apart, revealing a gap about two inches long.

It was about time that happened, he supposes. He’s had this shirt for years, and it’s a little tighter on him now that he doesn’t regularly play sports or adhere to a diet. But it’s one of his comfiest ones, so soft and worn. Also, kind of a bittersweet reminder of simpler times, when he was just a high school student, blissfully clueless of what lurks beneath Hawkins.

“Shit,” he murmurs. “I really liked this one.”

Eddie snorts.

“You sound like it got set on fire, or something. It’s fine, it just needs stitches.”

“Right, if only I had a… girlfriend who could fix it for me,” Steve replies. He almost said mother, catching himself at the last moment; it’s kind of pathetic to assume your mom would be mending your clothes at nineteen years old.

Eddie narrows his eyes at him.

“Well, maybe not a girlfriend, but you do have a friend. ”

Steve shakes his head.

“Robin doesn’t know how to sew.”

Eddie groans, kicking him lightly against his shin.

“And that is exactly why it’s sexist to assume you need a girl for the task, Steve.”

Eddie bends over the edge of the bed and reaches under it, pushing some items around audibly, then letting out a triumphant grunt and coming back up with a metal tin box. Bigger than the one he usually carries weed in. He opens the lid, and when Steve looks inside, he sees a bunch of various colored threads, a small pillow of different sized needles and pins, scissors, and several other items he can’t quite place.

“Not all girls can sew,” Eddie speaks, taking a couple of green thread rolls and bringing them to Steve’s sleeve in turn, putting aside the one that looks almost the exact same color. “And not all those who can are girls.”

“Oh,” Steve says dumbly. “I wasn’t… trying to be sexist, sorry. I didn’t know you can sew.”

“What, did you think my battle vest was custom ordered?” Eddie smirks, untangling the thread and biting through it once he has the length he needs; Steve’s too ashamed to admit that it’s kind of exactly what he assumed. “I made it myself. I make a lot of things. Been sewing my Halloween costumes from scratch since I was thirteen. Plus, I patch up my own and Wayne’s clothes all the time. This kinda skill saves you a whole lot of cash.”

“That’s… really cool,” Steve finally says, genuinely impressed. Narrowing his eyes, Eddie pokes the thread into the needle once, twice, then swiftly pulling it through the eye. “Wow, how’d you do that so fast?” Steve laughs. “I remember my mum cursing up a storm for several minutes every time. She was obsessed with embroidery for a while.”

Eddie smirks, setting the thread down and wriggling his fingers in the air. “I guess I just have very talented hands, Stevie.”

Steve swallows, hoping his cheeks don’t look as red as they suddenly feel, because… he’s having a really, really hard time not thinking about exactly how talented Eddie’s hands could be.

Steve blinks back to reality when he realizes Eddie’s saying something to him.

“What?”

“I said, gimme.” Eddie chuckles and tugs on Steve’s sleeve.

“Oh.” Steve looks down at his sweatshirt, then up at Eddie, needle with a green thread already in hand. “Eds, you don’t have to do that.”

“I’m aware, I don’t see you holding me at gunpoint,” Eddie rolls his eyes. “I can’t bear witness to a perfectly good thing being thrown in the trash. Also, it literally takes five minutes, do I look busy to you? Come on, shirt off.”

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#took a break from my virgin Eddie agenda for this and it was fun to write #steddie #steddie fic #steddie smut #smut #misha-bawlins fanfic #tw blood #(very minor literally just a pinprick)

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