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vanishingcherry · 7 months
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YN YLN and Charles Leclerc Take a Couples Quiz
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pairing: charles leclerc x reader
author's note: this has been in my drafts for wayy to long, so ive decided to just finish it off and post it. im sorry lmao but i just couldn't watch this rot away in my wips any longer.
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The video cut to you and Charles, sitting opposite each other in front of a yellow to red gradient, smiling at the camera.
"Hi! I'm YN", you say cheerfully.
"And I'm Charles"
"And we are here to take a couples quiz!"
You are handed a stack of questions from a person off screen, and turn towards Charles.
"Are you ready?"
"Is that the first question?" he retorts.
Your face drops, now showing slight annoyance but there is still a small smile you try to hide. "That's it. Minus 1 points."
"Oh c'mon! That is not fair."
You turn to argue but the video cuts to a different scene in which you ask the actual first question.
"What things do I have, of yours, that are my favourite?
He looks up in thought before chuckling and replying. "Theres a lot, you steal my stuff all the time."
You grin. "Yes, but what's my favourite?"
"My shirts? No wait! My bracelets?" He asks.
"Yeah!" you exclaim. Turning to the camera you add. "He gets so many bracelets from fans and they are all so pretty. We keep them in a bowl on our dresser so I like to take a few whenever I go out."
Looking back at Charles, you add. "You didn't know the answer, but you still got it right so I think you deserve half a point." The staff behind the camera gives you a thumbs up, noting it down for when they would edit the video.
"Ok! Next question- which song of yours is my favourite?"
He looks at you, his eyes widening with a confused expression on his face. He looks at the camera crew and then back at you.
"C'mon, I only have 2 it's not a very hard question."
"Then answer it." you reply, looking at him with a small smirk.
"Fine. Uh, AUS23."
"Wrong!" you exclaim, laughing at the way his jaw drops in surprise.
"Then what? I know its not Miami."
"Its the one you wrote for Baku." you slyly say, knowing fully well that he hadn't released it and you were possibly the only one other than him to have heard it.
You look down at the cards you had been given, reading off the next question. "What is the first thing I eat in the morning?"
You see his smirk growing in your peripheral vision and cut in before he answers. "If you dare make a joke, I will murder you."
He laughs at that, chuckling as he looks up to think. "Um. Breakfast? It's different things every morning, but if I wake up before her then I make cereal."
Noticing the evident confusion on the faces of the cameramen, you elaborate. "It's the only thing he's allowed to make without me present. The last time I let him cook alone, he burned the pancakes and half our kitchen."
Turning red at the story, he interrupts. "Okayy, next question amore."
"Which side of the bed do I sleep on?"
"Left."
"If I could get a tattoo of something, what would it be?"
"A bouquet of flowers. The flowers would be your favourite and my favourite together."
You are shocked at his response. "How did you remember that? I told you that ages ago!"
He smiles slyly to the camera. "That is why I am the best boyfriend, there is no need for these silly questions I am already the best. She told me so in be-"
"Right. Next question." You cut him off, eyes widening as you figure out where he was going with the statement. "This is the last one. If I could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?"
"Oh this is easy. Italy. You are always talking about how much you love it. But you also love Monaco and France so depending on how you feel, one of those three."
"Well.", you look at the camera, "I think that answer deserves 2 points." Handing your questions off to the side, you turn to Charles who has started reading the first of his questions.
"If I had a ticket to anywhere in the world, where would I go?" he reads. "This is similar to yours", he mutters.
"Home", you say confidently. "He's a mama's boy, tries to go back home as much as possible."
He blushes slightly before nodding to the camera. "Yup, 1 point."
"What was I wearing on our first date?"
You reply quick as lightening. "A shirt and pants. Very gentlemanly, I remember thinking, probably the best first impression I've had of a guy."
His eyebrows raise at the confession, cockily tilting his head in the direction of the camera. "You heard her! Next, what is something I hate?"
"A lot of things, Char."
"Is that your final answer, cherie?"
"Um." you pause. "Oh I know! When manipulate stuff that you say. It makes me really mad too. It gets really tiresome when they take stuff that Charles has said that turn into into a different story altogether."
"Thats true, I do hate that." He smiles at you, reaching over to squeeze your hand once to say thank you.
"How many kids do I want?"
"3, because you have 2 siblings. But, you said you want as many as I am comfortable with!"
"Of course, amour. You're the one whose going to be carrying them, your choice is more important here. What is something I get annoyed about?"
"Oh, when Seb and Carlos beat you at those Ferrari games you play."
His jaw drops in faux offence, shaking his head as he reads out the last question on his cue card.
"What is one my hidden talents?"
You look straight at the camera, not dissimilar to The Office. A smirk grows on your face and the lens zooms in. In the background Charles can be heard complaining.
"Oh I see! You can make these jokes, but I cant?"
The video cuts to the wider angle once again, you and Charles wave at the camera.
"Thanks for watching our couples quiz! I think it's clear that I've won."
Charles rolls his eyes, eyes shining with admiration and love for you. "Bye everybody."
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Comments:
charleslover: OH MY GOD!! THEY ARE SO IN LOVE IT KILLS ME
ynandcharles: their facial expressions always kill me
username89: where do i get a charles leclerc bcs i will willingly offer all the money i have
doratheexplorer16: their love for each other hurts
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sirensvcubus · 9 months
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Daryl Dixon FanFic-Rough Hands
Relationship: Daryl x Reader
POV: First person
Where: Alexandria
When: First night
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For years I barley knew him, I respected him but he’s distant to everyone, I cant help but notice the scars on his back, and the fleeting look whenever family’s mention, for years Ive known Daryl but I know nothing about him nobody does. Daryls shy in a way, hiding his emotions and showing no sign of fear. I never thought to much about him. Until all I could do was think about him; Miss him and his touch, crave it even, but nobody could know… he couldn’t know. I had a school girl crush on Daryl Dixon.
I thought it would go away, just pent up energy in the apocalypse with no were to go, but it never did.
Life wasn’t about living but about surviving, Then we got to Alexandria.
Covered in blood and dirt we crawled are way into this surreal town frozen in the past, a past I barley knew.
Together on the cold hard floor of the living room huddled around like wild animals in a pack. That was the first night in Alexandria for our little group.
But not for me I chose to sleep next to him, where I felt most safe, especially in an unfamiliar place. I rolled on my side where I found you staring up at the ceiling not even trying to sleep.
He reeked covered in dirt and blood, his greasy long hair resting on his face covering those beautiful blue tired eyes.
He turned looking at me, the eye contact made me shutter in the dark.
“Like what you see” Daryl said.
“Always do” I smirked.
We always joked, but I never got to know him, which I desperately wanted.
“I don’t trust this, I want to but I’m scared”
“I’ll protect you, always do” He mimicked jokingly.
Wether it was sleep deprivation, dehydration, or a sudden boldness I felt covered by darkness; I reached out and laid my hand on his bicep.
“I feel safer when your around Daryl”
And I rested my eyes trying to look like id dazed off. I felt his arm twitch under my fingertips and after a few minutes past he rested his hand over mine.
His fingertips were rough and wide, yet I would take his touch over any smooth gentle hands.
I barley slept just laid there with my eyes closed feeling his arm, and his hand on mine. My thoughts raced all night. Maybe I could do far more than survive.
I woke up late in the afternoon, it felt like I hadn’t slept in months and truthfully I really hadn’t. Everyone was gone from the house as far as I could see. There was a pleasurable familiar feeling, which I deduced was the smell of a freshly brewed pot of coffee.
As I approached the kitchen I saw Daryl, showered and smelling of mint and sandalwood. His hair tucked behind his ears with the exception of a strand peeling over his eye like always, the one with the scar.
“Im sorry do I know you.” I said sarcastically.
“Whats that saying, early bird gets the worm? You would not be getting any worms today ma’am.” He said with an unfamiliar smile on his face, while holding out a cup of coffee.
His voice was rough and deep, with his withered accent. It was like hearing my favorite song play after years.
“Well I why would I need to when I have you to make me coffee.” I said, accepting the coffee with a warm smile.
We both sat on the living room floor leaning against the wall, sipping coffee glancing over at each-other; and occasionally making small talk.
You leaned your head up against the wall facing him. “Why do you always have this here?” I said wiping the strand of hair behind his ear.
He looked deep into my eyes glancing at my lips.
“Just how it falls I guess.” He mumbled with a shrug. “Who would wanna see my ugly ass face anyway.”
“Me, your face is beautiful, don’t even get me started on your eyes.” I smirked innocently.
“Don’t play with me girl.” His voice said in a deep grumble, looking away.
“Im not” I said sincere “not about this.” You said looking over at him as you pit your hand in his.
He slowly turned dazzling me with those dark blue eyes. He turned his hand with mine still on top of his and slid his fingers slowly between mine.
“Ok.” He said scanning my face, taking time to stop at my lips in his gaze.
He slid his other hand up my arm turning into me slowly as he made his way and stopped at my cheekbone pulling me in closer. I didn’t resist and ran my fingers through his hair shuffling onto him.
We kissed slow and passionately. Pulling my lip as he made his way carefully out of each kiss. It was warm and I felt a rush of excitement and joy. One kiss and already I was falling in love with him. He softly caressed my cheek with his rough hands and I could have died happily the next day as long as this was how I spent my last hours.
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ellieluvr420 · 2 months
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We meet again, darling pt.14 (detective Abby Anderson x criminal reader x detective Ellie Williams)
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Synopsis: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.
Sexual themes so MDNI, story typical violence, attempted drugging, drug usage
You were standing between Ellie and Abby, facing Abby with your arms around her neck as Ellie ground your back against her front. Your lips interlocked with Abby's as she grabbed your cheeks, you gasp into her mouth as you feel Ellie's lips leaving trails of bruises over your shoulder blades. As you hear Abby growl you look up to see her eyeing Ellie with a fury you hadn't seen on her before, but you also noticed the tension between the two, there was a very subtle exchange between the two as if you weren't even there and as you observe the small nod she does she switches her attention to you.
"You want this?" She's speaking into your ear so she can be heard over the thump of the bass causing the club to pulsate. You bite your lip and nod. "What have you done to me?" She pinches your side harsh but playfully.
"I've only brought out the best version of you." She rolls her eyes at you and looks you up and down, leaning down to your ear once again.
"You are a fallen Angel." You lean in and go up on your tiptoes to be face to face with her, ghosting your lips over hers and pressing your body against her.
"Let me drag you down with me." As she lunges forward to connect your lips in a crazed kiss, you step back pulling her with you until you feel Ellie press against your back once again as her hands snake up your stomach. Abby pulls away from the kiss, looks you dead in the eyes as she smiles and mouths a small 'okay' at you. You felt your body hum as your smile grew almost inhumanely wide.
"Kiss her." At your words Abby looks at Ellie while grabbing her by the neck. They lock lips in an apprehensive but pent-up kiss that eventually turns competitive as they both fight for dominance until you grab a fistful of Ellie's hair drawing her attention to you. She dives in closing her lips over your bottom one and sucking before biting gently. You get lost in the dance between your tongues until you feel a jealous Abby's hand squeezing your hips like she wanted to see you shatter.
When Abby had gotten your call the friday evening following your altercation with Ellie she was ecstatic. Since you picked her up that night she's felt the magnetic pull you have on her growing and growing. She only ever thinks of you, you make her heart beat, her lungs respire, you invade her every thought and feeling and knowing she was on her way to you made her feel like there was gold running through her veins. She had gotten used to the routine, message as Jeremy pulls up or she pulls into the parking garage under the building, look at the security guard by the elevator, wait for it, wait for what feels like eternity for it to reach your floor, yell hi to you so you know to lock the doors. She liked the routine, it almost felt domestic, until she saw you. Whenever she saw you she was reminded of reality and with each reminder she only grew more excited at the prospect of this being her life.
"HI IM HERE!" She calls out to you but immediately feels on alert when you don't respond, she grabs her gun from its holster and moves through the walkway quickly but quietly. She bursts out into the living/kitchen area only to see you hunched over your island with a rolled up note connecting your nose to the surface. "How do you still manage to surprise me?"
"I'm a drug lord and you're surprised by me doing drugs?"
"Well no but I've never seen you do them before."
"Bad habit to do what you sell, I need to keep a clear head so I indulge only every now and again. Tonight is one of those nights but hello darling, you look beautiful. Your outfit won't do though"
"What's wrong with my outfit? You said we're going to a club."
"This is a different type of club, don't worry there's an outfit for you upstairs in my room. It's the bag on the left."
"Why are there two bags?"
"It's a surprise, go get changed. Do you want me to rack you a line for when you're changed?" Abby gulped looking at the white powder, she had always sworn she would never do it. She had enjoyed weed from time to time when she was younger, even mdma every now and again but she never imagined doing coke. She saw the excited look in your eyes and scanned your appearance, you were flawless. She never thought a person could be so alluring, everything you did dragged her closer to you, you had her on a tight leash and she was begging for you to pull tighter. She'd do anything to please you. "Okay, yes please."
You smile as she saunters off, you can see the way her body is tensed a little. You giggle at her awkwardness and go back to the powder on your counter. You rack the next lines and fix yourself another drink as you check your phone. Before long Abby is strutting in with her arms out horizontally to her. She does a little spin and freezes with her hip popped as she looks at you with a playful grin. "Oh yeah I have good taste you are smoking."
"I can't believe I'm wearing a full suit to a club, I feel ridiculous."
"Ridiculous suits you. C'mere. You ever done a line before?" She shakes her head and you can almost feel your pupils dilate at her rosy cheeks. "Just hold the bill up to one nostril and hold the other closed. Then sniff as you run the note along the whole line. That's it love."
"Okay." You watch as she follows your instructions flawlessly and your heart flips at the little cough and shake of her head she does as she stands back up.
"Well done! That was very good, you okay?" She stalks over to you where you're stood leant against the back kitchen counter and without warning she grabs the underneath of your thighs and lifts you onto the countertop, wrapping your legs around her waist and running her hands up and down your thighs as you both consume each other in a starved kiss. You get more and more entangled as Abby wraps you in her arms and kisses down your cleavage. You crack an eye open and gasp as you see your guest standing staring at you and Abby with a look on her face like a panting puppy. Abby is so entranced in you she doesn't notice you've stilled as you stare back at Ellie. "Our guest is here Abby, we mustn't be rude."
Abby whips her head around and sighs when she sees a shell shocked Ellie standing by the walkway. "What is she doing here?"
"Abby be nice. Ellie is a friend, we're going to have a fun night together in my favourite club and celebrate. This is all as much your victory as it is mine." They both look perplexed as they stare back at you. Abby's stare is territorial, jealous almost whereas Ellie's screams of excitement and lust. You felt your body heat as you stared back at both the attractive woman but you remind yourself you need to get both of them ready before Jeremy arrives. You walk over to Ellie and run your hands from her shoulders down to her wrists as she follows your movement paralyzed by your touch. "How have you been Ellie?"
"I've been good."
"I'm glad, you look delicious by the way." You flick your eyes back to Abby for a split second and suppress a laugh at the scrunch on her face as she scowls in your direction. "Your outfit for tonight is upstairs, let me show you." As she turns to walk back towards the stairs you run your hand down her back until it reaches the very bottom of her spine as you bite your lip while eyeing Abby over your shoulder. "Abby, darling, can you make us all some drinks please, you know where everything is." With that you were gone leaving Abby to huff and do as you asked.
When you walk back in with an enthusiastic "Ta-da!" She lifts her head only to immediately regret her choice.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Ellie was standing there in a matching suit and you were practically skipping over to her with the happiest sparkle in your eyes. "Do you enjoy pissing me off?"
"You already know I do. You both look delectable. Be nice hm." You purr the last sentence as you bat your eyelashes at her already knowing you've won. She sighs and looks at Ellie. "There's a drink here if you want it."
"Yeah that would be amazing thanks."
"How good did she get the fit of your suit?"
"Fits like a glove."
"It's a skill." You chime in as you sip the drink while racking up another three lines. You body felt electric and your mind was racing with a million thoughts, you felt everything in your body move faster as you stared at the two woman, Abby looked on edge but her face was a cheeky smirk as she engages in small talk with Ellie. Ellie's hair is gelled down so the shaggy aspect of her haircut is controlled, she looks sophisticated despite the one stray piece that still falls in her face and as you take in both their appearances your core develops a hard thumping that felt like it would never go away.
You sniff your line and then hand the note to Abby, she doesn't hesitate this time as her eyes lock onto the white powder. You look at Ellie who was already looking at you.
"There's one for you too." She watches Abby sniff her line and its as though a force pushed her towards the rolled up note Abby was holding towards her.
"Thanks." She doesn't even wait for instruction she just copies from seeing Abby do it. She downs the rest of her drink with a grimace as you and Abby share a shocked expression at the woman's eagerness and when she finally meets your eyes you smirk at the crazed look she tries to hide from you.
"Listen, we are going to my favourite club, it's a spectacle, but very discreet. That being said, if anyone asks you about me or your relation to me you say nothing and you come and tell me immediately. Got it?"
They both nod and when you excuse yourself to put on your heels and coat they turn their attention to each other. Ellie hesitates at first but she sighs and says Abby's name to get her attention. "I'm sorry I gave you so much shit for everything... I get it now."
"Yeah." Abby smiles as she racks up another line and nods at Ellie. "Do you want another?"
"Yeah, please."
"There's no going back now you know."
"Yeah I know." They both did their respective lines and you parade from the walkway to where they stand at the island.
"How do I look?"
"Stunning." "Gorgeous."
"Oh you are both adorable, Jeremy is downstairs. Let's get going." You pick up your purse and begin walking to the elevator as the two women followed behind you.
You walk into the club and the hostess' eyes lit up as she saw you. "I've been waiting for you to show up I saw your name on the booth bookings. I've missed you!"
"Oh I've missed you too Lara. Sorry, been busy."
She leads you to your booth and whispers to you. "Yeah I can tell, pretty bodyguards you got there."
"Oh I know, they're unreal right?" As she brings you to your booth Lara excuses herself and you take a second to look around the club as Abby and Ellie sit. The room was bathed in red, pink and purple lighting, with booths that have curtains that can be pulled closed lining the walls, the dance floor was already heaving with people and you could see associates and friends doing business, playing poker, you have always had the best time coming here and now you’re here with Abby and Ellie, the sight of them sitting there in their matching suits each spreading their legs a respective amount. Your eyes fall to Abby’s crotch and you scoff as you notice the bulge.
‘Someone’s jealous.’ you think to yourself but instead of mentioning it you just raise an eyebrow at her as your eyes bounce between looking at her and looking at her crotch as you ask what they both want to drink. Ellie asks for a vodka cranberry which Abby laughs at.
“Oh fuck off, I hate the taste of booze.”
“I think it’s a perfectly suitable drink. Abby what do you want?” She scowls at you but blushes when she catches your knowing look, when your eyes flick down to her crotch and stay there her breath catches in her throat. Abby had never been a jealous person but when she saw the second bag she had a feeling Ellie was going to be joining the both of you and she just felt a weird power with it on knowing what she's done to you with it. She craved the power she felt after you slept together every minute of every day, you just had a way of making her feel invincible, so much so that she didn't notice her soul slowly withering away.
“Can I just get another one of whatever we had back at yours?”
“Of course love.” You wink at her and shut the curtains behind you as you weave your way to the bar. The bartender makes you your drink immediately so you have something to wait with while he finishes his queue of drinks before Abby and Ellie’s. You’re looking out at the dance floor mainly thinking about dancing later when a young man situated himself next to you.
You don’t recognise him so you assume he’s very new here, only the new ones don’t know to not try anything with you. You watch him in your peripheral vision, it had gotten very good over the years and as his hand ghosts over your glass and you see the small pill drop into your drink and immediately start fizzing, you snatch your gun from around your thigh and jam it into his stomach while you stand in front blocking anyone’s view of the scene.
“Do you think that’s any way to treat a lady?”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please I’ll leave you alone.”
“I know who you are Marcus, I know your father. If I find out you’ve tried to do this shit to anyone else I will deliver you to him in pieces. Get the fuck away from me before I change my mind.” He scurries away and you focus your attention on the bartender who’s making his way over to you. You apologise and ask him to remake your drink which he smiles and nods at.
Once you’re back in the booth a couple drinks down and a few lines sniffed you recount the story of the bar while laughing at the shit scared look on the young man’s face. Abby and Ellie exchange a look followed by Ellie asking you to point him out. You make a show of standing up, spinning to give a look of your outfit and then edging the curtains open a little, you point him out on the dance floor and wave at him as he makes eye contact with you. The colour drains from his face and Abby and Ellie watch in amusement. While watching the crowd you see an associate waving you over to his booth.
"I'll be back in a minute, entertain yourselves for a little bit." As you disappear off Ellie immediately looks over to Abby to see her already brandishing a knife she hadn't noticed before.
"Jesus Anderson."
"I know you're thinking it too."
"Yeah I am." Without another word they both stand up and walk out. He's stood at the edge of the dancefloor with his back turned, they take note of the people surrounding him and grab him as no one's attention is on him. They dragged him to the fire exit side door, Abby crushing him so hard she swore she felt bones breaking as Ellie disguised their pursuit. As the door shut behind them Abby shoved the man, Marcus, into the wall so she could pull out the knife once again. Ellie watched him struggle up from the floor and then she kicked him down again. They laughed like hyenas at the pathetic man on the ground. He started to scream as Abby approached him with the knife dangling from her veiny hands.
"Ellie shut him up."
"Wait I wanna do something before we kill him. Pass me the knife and keep him quiet." Abby passes the knife to Ellie as she kneels down ripping his shirt to stuff it in his mouth and holding him down. She watches in utter disbelief as Ellie yanks the guys trousers down, she blinked and all of a sudden Marcus was squirming and writhing and screaming so hard blood vessels burst in his eyes. When Abby looked down to see Ellie covered in blood dropping Marcus' dick to the ground she was mesmerised, the blood painting Ellie's body looked as sweet as honey as her eyes raked over Ellie's shadowy figure. She only snapped her attention away from the woman when she felt Marcus writhe in her arms. She held out her hand for the knife and swallowed a groan as Ellie's hand brushed hers and she felt the blood coating Ellie's hands. Her body felt like it was buzzing as she closed her grip around the knife, she looked down into Marcus' eyes and saw the pleading look that she saw in Dans.
She paused, seeing Dan's face on Marcus' for a second but a twisted grin grew on her lips as she plunged the knife into the man's chest. She heard laughing and as she looked at Ellie she realised they were both laughing, laughing at the dead man they had just savaged, laughing as his body goes cold and his eyes glaze over, they just laughed. Their laughs were only cut short when you piped up from the shadowy corner you had watched the whole ordeal in. You had turned around from your position as you spoke to your associate about some deals he had done recently and saw them hassling Marcus out the door. You excused yourself and followed in excited curiosity. You had already messaged for people to come deal with the body so now you were just watching them in awe.
"Wow. Just wow."
Abby and Ellie freeze at the sound of your voice unsure of how you're going to react. "That was truly beautiful. You are both saints."
"Hardly." Abby mumbles under her breath.
"Saints to me." You walk over to them, grabbing them by their jackets bringing you all closer together. "Come on, I want to dance."
As Abby watches you and Ellie, Ellie's hands roaming all over your body as you wrap a hand around her neck, she feels something in her change, like a switch flips, it felt like a release of so much tension as she stops fighting. She stops fighting you and the darkness you're surrounded by, her moral compass had been muted, the empathy she once possessed turned to stone and any factor in her life that ever swayed a decision she made was replaced by you and only you. You were the blood running through her veins, the air in her lungs, the beat in her heart. Abby felt it, the moment she became yours, the second she gave over her free will to you. She looked at Ellie and felt like she was looking in a mirror. They were standing there in matching suits, Marcus' blood soaking through their clothes and staining their skin, the same dazed look in their eyes as they followed your every move. Abby knew Ellie was under your spell too, she was just as deep as Abby and for that she felt sorry for her despite also feeling exhilarated for the girl. She understood, she knew it was bad and she knew it destroyed her every sense of self but you were too good to let go, she understood how Ellie felt. You were glowing under the red spotlight that you found yourselves under, shining as you swayed to the music, small smears of blood dotted over your skin and dress. Abby could've sworn she saw horns on your head but as she gazed at your face the horns were no longer atop your head, instead you sparkled like an angel in sunlight and she felt the tether that was tied to her heart tugging her closer to you. You read both their matching expressions and you felt your whole body burn as you grabbed them both by their chins pulling them close.
"We're going home now."
AHHHH i feel like people are gonna love or hate this, feel free to scream at me to u-turn and not go down this route bc have ideas for either way. I LOVED writing this chapter bc i find like the obsession/infatuation angle so interesting
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loseredits · 1 year
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something new (gpsanaxreader)
ask?: yes :) thanks anon for ask!
im still inexperienced writing smut so be nice(*´-`)
kind of rushed this so im sorry in advance if it’s a little here n there and everywhere loll, i didn’t get to proof either ;-; just a little busy this week but i wanted to squeeze something out !
warning: 18+, minors dni, nipple play, orgasms
genre: angsty n smutty, jealous-ish? lol
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finally convincing yourself to go to the party one of your friends was throwing, the deciding factor being that sana your long time crush was going. you had only talked to her a couple times as she was sometimes in the same friend group as you, but she was more like a friend of a friend to you. you both would catch each other staring at one another at times. hanging out at the same places, and people, it would be hard for you both not to notice each other right? but ultimately nothing would really be said. you overheard a rumor that she had a liking towards you but that simply vanished after a day or two as she would be seen kissing someone else. if she had done that purposely to avoid the true rumor or if she actually didn’t care for you, you would never know. you even heard stories about her big-
“y/n, what’re you wearing tonight?” a friend sitting next to you in class had interrupted your thoughts. “im, im not sure. it’s a surprise”
“well i can’t wait, i’ll catch you later then!” your friend took off to her next class. clothes, you forgot that you needed exceptional clothes for the party tonight.
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arriving to the party in a thin red dress you’d been saving to show off. the thin straps hanging perfectly on your shoulders, you showed more skin than usual. making everyone surprised you showed up in something like that, taking looks from a few people around the party. good or bad you couldn’t have guessed.
walking through the front of the house into the kitchen where most of the drinks and buzzed people were. to your dismay, you had seen that pretty face you were there for standing along side another person that had an arm around her. you couldn’t help but turn red as sana noticed you right away as you walked in the room. “y/n? you look amazing!” the friend responsible for this party greeted you with surprise. “oh thank you” you said shyly, turning into even more of a cherry tomato. sana still had her head turned towards you, not daring to look away as she was afraid to even miss a glimpse of you.
“let me grab you a drink so we can get you going with us” your friend said as she poured multiple shots, handing one to you and everyone that was in the kitchen as well. you all stood around the island and took your shots in sync with each other. the burning sensation in the back of your throat was terrible, you had never taken a shot or consumed anything of the sort before. taking a couple more shots you didn’t realize sana was already standing next to you. “y/n, should we go somewhere else” sana asked while grabbing onto your arm. you didn’t question her, you probably would’ve done anything she told you to do. the warmth you felt whenever she talked was like no other. it made you feel calm.
you both walked out to the back of the house where the back porch was. she closed the door behind you, the music and voices fading away more and more. where it was much more peaceful and quiet, you leaned over the railing. you were alone with a view, sana being the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. you didn’t know how to tell her the truth about your feelings. you didn’t know if you should ask who that was back there in the kitchen. who was the supposed mystery kisser. was it real? the alcohol was really making you think about every thought and wanting to know everything going on about her. you didn’t want to start off so strong on her.
“why did you bring me back here sana?”
“i just wanted to talk to you, i feel like we’re never alone together”
“that’s because we’ve never been around each other without other people in between”
sana couldn’t look up at you at this point. as if she had something to say to you, but nothing came out.
“sana, i really like you.” you finally said without a thought, you were tired of waiting for her. her heart jumped. but she didn’t really react to what you had said, and kept her stare towards her feet.
“what’re you even doing here? ive never seen you at a sighting like this” she finally asked.
“i decided to try something new,” you said hoping it was a justifiable answer. “what did you even bring me out here for? don’t you have someone to go back to” you had given her some attitude, you weren’t to pleased to see her here with someone else already. but you still had an ache in your stomach. that jealous feeling you felt almost every time you were around her. you were begging for her to give you anything to cling to. it was embarrassing to know that she had this power over you. even just one word.
“that’s no one to me, just my friend who has a problem with personal space” she chuckled hoping to break the awkwardness.
“look lately ive not been about pretending, that i don’t want you.” her true feelings had finally made an appearance, sana began to look into your eyes. she had the most beautiful brown eyes, they looked much softer and innocent once you were actually up close to her. almost forgetting her statement beforehand. knowing now she had caused angst in you, it was all on purpose?
“well you could’ve fooled me” you preoccupied yourself by fidgeting with your hands, anything to not look at her again. knowing you’d probably get lost again. she grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at her. “im sorry for not letting you know sooner, i just didn’t know if you felt the same. seeing as you never reacted to me or the rumors of me being with someone else. i thought you were uninterested”
“you know i would believe anything you say sana” you said softly. you were more afraid to believe her than make yourself think she wanted you. “so you getting with other people was all an act? even about the kiss?” she nodded.
“of course it was an act, and the rumor of me being spotted kissing someone was created by a friend of mine to not reveal this secret of mine” you could tell, she was embarrassed.
“but nothing ever made you come out and say something. thought you had gotten away from me” she admitted, but you didn’t reply having a hard time to process everything she was saying.
“how would i make you believe me?” sana asked closing in on you. your feet stayed planted, your faces only a few inches away now. “perhaps a kiss?”
“perhaps”
both your lips pressed against each other, in such a soft manner. your adrenaline taking over, you could barely comprehend the kiss. you instinctively thanked her. she began to laugh, not in the way she usually did when a friend of hers would crack a joke but a genuine laugh. “why are you thanking me?”
“im not sure really” you began to laugh yourself, “i really enjoyed the kiss so i wanted to thank you”
“well there’s more where that came from” you both giggled to yourselves again, it went back to the quietness from before once more.
“i hope you will be on the way home with me then?” you were caught off guard from the unexpected question.
“o-of course” your thoughts were no where to be found, all you knew was that you wanted to be the one going home with her tonight this time.
interrupted from the porch’s back doors opening to reveal the party that you were both originally there for. people began to stumble out to the porch where you both were. you and sana looked at each other, wanting to keep the personal feelings you both were sharing to each other in private.
“okay we should get out of here, my place is not too far” she grabbed your arm like once before and pulled you with her out of the party.
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you entered the door to her house, it was very dark and you both kept stumbling over things on her floor. finally reaching her bed room.
straight away getting handsy with each other, kissing each other passionately. sana pushed you on top of her bed and watched you undress yourself. sana did the same as she slowly stripped off her clothing revealing the mesh bra she had been wearing. her hard cock was showing through her white undies. slowly slipping them off letting her erection fully show. you couldn’t help but watch in amazement as she began touching herself in front of you. clearly liking what you were seeing, you could feel yourself getting wetter.
finally bringing herself into her bed, you almost immediately sat on top of her. grabbing her by the face and kissing her hard. your hips in her hands, while you were grinding on top of her raw dick. rubbing her dick against your wet panties made her ecstatic. thrusting her hips towards you to get even more of a feel for you, but she wanted the real thing already, making you take off your pantries and and flipped you over so she was now on top of you. the feeling off her member rubbing against the outside of your lips was making you crazy. sana licked her lips, the sight of you groaning below her was everything she wanted from you. she was waiting for the day to finally have you under her control like this. inserting herself into your pussy you both struggled to contain your pleasure.
“ah fuck, sana y-youre so, so big inside me” you whimpered. she pushed it all the way in, you felt so stuffed it felt so good. sana sped up without any warning, instantly making you moan out. she pinned your hands above your head, thrusting in and out of you. the suction that you had in her cock felt insanely good, sana never wanted to miss out on this again.
“only i can make you feel like this right y/n?” she thrusted in you harder, “y-yes” you barely could make out that one word. eventually sana made good pace with you, grabbing onto your waist, you were pretty sure you would have bruises by the next day from how hard her grip was.
grabbing on to her stomach trying to fathom how fast she was going in on you. she played and pinched your nipples so hard you thought you were gonna come right then and there. you began to pull your hips closer to yours as you wanted her to thrust even harder in you. the shaking of the bed made the pillows fall off, and making the bed frame rumble all around. the gushing sound was getting even more prominent now.
“sana im gonna co-come” you stuttered, sana could help herself but go even faster and began to suck on your breasts making you moan even louder. you were pretty sure the neighbors could hear you now. that is what sana was aiming for, your moans were making her ears ring in pleasure. “come baby, come all over my dick”
you felt yourself coming down now, your legs visibly shaking. letting go of your boobs, leaving big hickeys all around your nipple. sana didn’t stop for one second, still jamming into your cervix as fast as she could. until she finally came herself. her hip thrusts slowing down in the end. throwing her head back and groaning with a reposed face. the feel of her cum inside you made you want her even more.
pulling herself out slowly, lying down next to you, and pulling a blanket over each others bodies.“i would’ve fucked you a long time ago if i knew you’d feel that good” sana joked.
“same goes for you ms minatozaki” she laughed at the nickname. you cuddle up against her chest and wrapped your entire body on her. she felt perfect sized next to you, you both didn’t want to let go of this night.
“are you okay, did you want any rags” sana asked as she was about to get up, “no im too tired, let’s leave it for the morning” you held her back down. she couldn’t have agreed more, you both were still trying to catch each others breath.
“im glad we both know that we feel the same now, i don’t think i could have kept it up for too much longer” sana sighed. you nodded in agreement, words were too much of a bother at this time. you yawned on to her chest, hugging her tightly one more time. tonight felt like such a dream, you didn’t want it to end.
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rainstops · 6 months
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thank you for saving me
alhaitham x reader angst/comfort
summary: you and alhaitham clearly liked eachother. but fate did not have in store for you what you had hoped for.
a/n: M-A-M-A B-O-Y MAMAS BOY, MAMAS BOY.
warnings: arranged marriage, you argue with your mom
words: 2.4k
you and alhaitham always got along really great. some people would say that youre the only one who he ever really got a long with. always kind and respectful to you.
kaveh was the first one to notice alhaithams blatant favoritism towards you. whenever he tried to bring it up, alhaitham quickly shut him down. but this time he wasnt going to let that happen.
"so? when are you going to ask [name] out?", he immediately asked when alhaitham walked through the door of their shared apartment. "ask her out? why would i do that?", alhaitham was quick to answer. "come on dude, everyone knows that you like her. "like her? sure i like her as a friend", alhaitham hung up his coat.
a moment of silence followed.
"oh so you wouldnt mind if i asked her out?", kaveh asked. alhaithams head shot into his direction. no words needed. the expression on alhaithams face was far more than enough for kaveh. "Ha, see you do like her!" "whatever im going to sleep"
kaveh was right though. alhaitham did hold feelings in his heart that he didnt understand very well.
you on the other hand also just arrived at home. you took off your shoes and were immediately confronted with a "[name] we have to talk", of course from no one less than your mother. you tried to avoid her as much as you could, but with how controlling she is, that was more than just hard.
you both sat down at the kitchen table, and your mother immediately started talking. and you wished you wouldnt have come home that night.
"so you know that the fact that our family keeps on living, and keeping up our status is important, right?", your mother started. she had been giving you the same talk lately over and over again. she kept reminding you about how you had to get a boyfriend soon and get married soon. for archons sake, you were 19!
your family had a fairly high status in sumeru, and your mother lived for continuing the family. she had an early marriage and an early pregnancy, just to ensure that the family reproduces.
"mom get to the point", you sighed. you couldnt hear the same talk over and over again. she would just tell you how its important that you have children and its for the family and-
"i've arranged a marriage for you"
what? she what?
"you did WHAT?", you slammed your hands on the table and stood up from your chair. "[name] you know its just so-" "i dont CARE what its about!" "now how about you sit back down and listen to me. ive found you a lovely guy whos just a year older-" "no, how about you listen to ME for this first time in your life? all the time you were trying to control my life and manipulate me and you kept telling me over and over again how its 'for the family'!, well in all honesty fuck this family!", all your pent up anger from your nineteen years of living was now let out at the person who caused it all.
"young lady that is no way to talk to your mother, and especially no way to talk about your family!", your mother stood up from her chair as well. "youre not fucking listening to me! i am not getting married!", you screamed while putting your shoes back on.
you stormed out the door, although you were very aware that she was going to get whatever she wants one way or another.
it doesnt matter. she never even mattered. you needed to go somewhere, somewhere else than that place you lived in. and you knew exactly where.
kaveh opened the door for you. "alhaitham theres someone here for you!" he shouted through the whole apartment. its not like you were never here for you. whenever your mother got too much, you slept at alhaithams place. kaveh also told you a million times already that youre the only one who alhaitham allows to sleep in his room.
"same fights as always?", kaveh asked. you shook your head. "worse" "worse? what did she do?", alhaitham was suddenly standing right in the hallway. it took you everything you had to stop you from ugly crying right then and there.
you were still mad. you were always gonna be mad, but the fact that you almost sprinted all the way to the shared apartment, took away a little of the rage.
"its kind of really hard to say", you really didnt want to say it. it for some reason felt even more wrong to tell alhaitham, but you didnt know why. "i dont think theres really anything that we dont expect from your mother by now", alhaitham said looking at kaveh, and then back at you. your eyes started watering. not at the thought of having to say it out loud, but at the thought of having to spend most of your life with someone you didnt even know.
"she arranged a marriage for me", you said. your words were followed by a long silence.
alhaitham looked irrated at you. or maybe he was angry. who knows. kaveh on the other hand was shocked. his eyes wide, and lips slightly apart. never of them knew what to say.
"youre kidding", alhaitham said, more wishing than actually asking. his voice was barely above a whisper. you could only shake your head.
a shaky, long sigh escaped your lips, and even though you didnt want it, the tears started falling. your body tensed up, and you could feel alhaithams arms wrap right around you. all you could do was lay your head onto his chest, and kaveh went to grab some water for you.
the rest, you dont remember.
you woke up, in alhaithams bed. the apartment sounded empty. what time was it? you honestly couldnt care less about going to school today. you didnt want to go anywhere today. but you also couldnt stay here another night, that was decided. one way or another you had to confront your mother, and who knows, maybe you could also convince her to stray from her plan.
but you knew, you could not convince her.
you discussed and fought with her for quite a long time.
"youre getting married to that man, and if i have to drag you to that wedding. besides everything is already paid for"
"wait- already paid for? when is the wedding anyways?", "next month"
without another word, you stood up from the kitchen table and went to your room. you threw yourself onto your bed.
your body felt so heavy, and especially your heart. your eyes felt as if they were going to close any second, but you didnt feel like you could sleep. you were angry, but you were also disappointed and sad. disappointed in your mother, that she saw you as nothing else other than an a way to extend the family. and disappointed in yourself, for not being able to convince her.
well at least you still had alhaitham. he was the best friend you could ever ask for, although you ever wondered if you felt more towards him than just friendship.
your question was answered pretty quickly. you had no idea what had caused it. if it was the upcoming marriage, or just because he was always there for you. but recently you wanted to be closer to him than before. you wanted to always stay by his side, but maybe you just wanted to avoid being home.
but alhaitham... was it just an illusion or was he getting more and more distant by the minute? he used to always make time for you. if you were struggling with something, he stopped what he was doing just to help you. he wanted to talk to you over all of the people he knew. he talked to you daily, but now the days you two talked were moving apart further and further.
what was happening?
"alhaitham can we talk?", you carefully asked, not wanting to disturb him. this was one of the first time you felt like you were walking on eggshells around him. "not right now [name], im busy", he replied, not even bothering to take his eyes off the paper he was working on.
"but its kind of important...", you tried again. suddenly he slapped his paper down onto the table. "what is it?", he finally looked at you for once.
you sat down right across from him. "well... how do i start this" "just say it, i have important things to do"
... were you not important to him anymore?
"alhaitham, i feel like we are drifting apart", those were the best words you could find to describe what you were feeling. "so what? its not like we're a couple or anything" "so i dont matter to you at all"
a moment of silence. thats not true, is what alhaitham wanted to say.
"alhaitham dont ignore me" "im not ignoring you" "then answer me"
"fuck [name] just- JUST FUCKING FINALLY LEAVE ME ALONE"
huh wait what? did he just say that?
"did i just say that...?", he mumbled to himself, kind off hoping you would hear it, but you were already out of the room, heading home. your mind was blank. where did you go wrong? what did you do that couldve possibly made him act this way?
alhaitham got home, closed the door, and sunk into the couch. his hands were traveling through his hair, and he was rubbing his face as if he was trying to rub away the words he said.
"woah what happened to you", kaveh asked as he walked past him, just wanting to get a glass of water.
"nothing", alhaitham mumbled, his hands still in his face. "doesnt look like nothing to me", kaveh replied. honestly he shouldve just dropped it right then and there.
"kaveh what do you think gives you the right to nag me like theres no tomorrow?" kaveh just stared. "seriously man what is up with you recently? is it because of... you know, [name] getting married?", it almost felt hard to say. his heart dropped to his stomach and a shudder went down his spine, hearing kavehs words.
the reminder that you were getting married takes him right back to the day when you told him whats happening. he couldnt help his heart feeling like it was getting ripped apart, like its nothing more than just a piece of paper. from that day on he couldnt concentrate on anything. everything felt like a reminder of you, everything reminded him of the daggers that were send through his heart of the mere sight of you.
so he did the only thinkable thing, which was to distance himself. maybe his heart and mind would go back to the way things used to be. but everyday where he would be spending less time with you, felt like someone was taking half his soul away. he was even less focused on things, and was living in a trance, like a depressed man. but in no way was he trying to hurt you. no that was even worse than anything he could think off.
everything felt like it circled around you. it almost felt like...
"it feels a little like youre living for [name], doesnt it?", kaveh suggested. yeah exactly that.
kaveh sat down next to him. "alhaitham, do you remember the exact date [name]'s wedding is?" alhaitham looked at kaveh. "its tomorrow, alhaitham"
wait wait, no, when did time pass so fast? you cant get married. no way.
you were standing there, in your white dress. it wasnt really yours. it was your mothers old dress, meaning you did not choose your own dress. but maybe it was better like that, since you didnt want to get married anyway. the reception wasnt very pretty, it almost looked like a church. but maybe only you felt this way. you didnt want to be here. you didnt want to be anywhere. well there was one place that couldve been nice. you wanted to be wherever alhaitham is right now, but he didnt seem to want you arround.
you were staring at the bouquet you were holding. everything felt so surreal. you looked up at the guy you were marrying. he looked absolutely happy to be where he was. it almost made you uncomfortable to look at the wide grin on his face.
you looked at your mother, who seemed to be crying. everyone seemed so happy, except for you.
you were not picking up any words, until the question was asked.
"do you take [name], as your wife, your partner, for all eternity?", the sentence almost made you throw up. "yes", the guy so quickly replied. he smiled at you. and you felt the urge to slap him. and maybe your mother while you were at it.
"now, do you take [guys name], to be your husband, your partner, for all eternity?" "I.. uh", you wanted to say no so bad, but it seems you didnt have to.
you looked up from the floor you were staring at to avoid any gazes, when suddenly the doors to the reception slammed open. "stop... the fucking wedding", alhaitham stood there, out of breath, his hair messier than ever, and he looked like he had been... crying?
he walked up to you and took your hand. "you dont want to marry this guy right? forget this, forget everything, and just come with me"
he looked at you like he had never seen anything he loved more. and in that moment, you indeed forgot everything. like nothing was important, nothing other than the happiness of you and the one who was holding your hand.
you dropped your bouquet right there and ran. your mother shouted something, and the guy was standing there all confused.
as soon as the both of you had left the reception, you started stumbling. "alhaitham im wearing heels!", without hesitation, alhaitham picked you up like you weighed nothing.
a few more steps and you both hid in an allyway. to some people this might looked weird, but they dont know what was happening. to you you couldnt be happier than this.
but yet, tears were streaming down your face. and you arms wrapped themselves around alhaitham, quicker than he could react. your head was already pressed into his chest. and he hugged you back.
"im so sorry, im sorry for shouting at you and im sorry for not helping you earlier. i love you, [name]", his voice was wavering, but it had an odd certainty in it. without someone having to tell you, you knew from this day on everything was going to be okay.
a/n: sorry that this is kinda rushed, but i just wanted to get a genshin fic done before im flying to england :) thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed
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vcikera · 3 months
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gojo satoru x black f!reader
when you’re sexually frustrated your roommate offers to help you out
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contains smut and other stuff so expect whatever
if you see any grammar errors no you didn’t 😊
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lately you’ve been feeling.. how would you say, sexually frustrated? yeah, that. you’ve tried pleasing yourself with your hands and even your toys but nothing seems to be working. after everything you still don’t feel satisfied enough
you were thinking about ways you could try releasing that frustration later tonight when the door to your apartment opened. you looked over your shoulders from the couch to see satoru entering your shared apartment
“daddy’s home” he yelled as he entered through the door. “do you have to say that every time?” you chucked as you got up and walked over to him. “yes, i feel the need to announce my presence whenever i enter a room” he replied back
“yeah alright satoru” you sat down on one of the barstools at the island in the kitchen as you watched satoru put whatever he bought in the fridge
“i thought i said call me gojo” he turned to look at you as he leaned forward against the counter and looked at you. “i know, but-“ he cut you off “no buts, just gojo, alright?”
the way he spoke to you made you squeeze your thighs tighter together and rubbed them slightly for some kinda friction. the way he leaned forward against the counter, the way he looks at you made you wanna jump over the counter and jump on him
“wanna continue that show we were watching the other day” gojo spoke up, interrupting your scenario you were having about him in your head. “yeah sure” you agreed as you got up and walked back over to the couch as he followed you, not noticing that he was looking at your ass move in your shorts
you sat down as he sat next to you and took his shoes him and put them to the side then he took his hoodie off, as you got a little peak of his v-line and his happy trial
so it is white after all
his knee rubbed against your thigh as he leaned back and did his man spread like he always does. you took the remote and changed the movie you were already watching to the one he wanted to watch with you
few minutes into the show you started to shift uncomfortably and squirm
why now
you knew what that meant, you needed to go pleasure yourself or at least try to. you hated that you would randomly get horny out of nowhere, especially at the most random times ever. like now, why did it have to be now, right next to satoru too
“you good y/n?”
“huh? oh yeah i’m good, im just fine” you said as you squinted while nodding your head and squeezing your thighs together again
“you sure?” satoru looked at you unsure as he turned to you
please please please don’t look at me
but too late, his whole body was already turned to you, it’s like he can sense when there’s something wrong with you. his leg still touching your thighs, that alone made you wet. you were like a animal in heat at this point
just wanting him to touch you in all the right places and please you with those lips
“yeah i’m sure, i just-“ you stop to think for a second
should i tell him?
yolo
“y/n?” he called out to you as you were lost in a train of thoughts thinking about what he’ll say or what will happen if you tell him you’re sexually frustrated
“i’m sexually frustrated” you bluntly said, just to get it over with. whatever the consequences will be you’ll deal with it
you look up to see satoru looking at you and then he suddenly bursts out laughing as he held his stomach as if it was so funny that you were sexually frustrated
“alright now nigga, it’s not that funny” you crossed your arms as you waited for him to finish laughing. “oh lord, oh god-“ he started laughing again, not finishing his sentence
“satoru im literally gonna punch you in the throat if you don’t shut up” you said to him
“okay okay okay, i’m sorry it’s just-“ he was gonna laugh again but stopped and cleared his throat and looked at you. “sorry for laughing it just caught me off guard”
“wasn’t even funny” you looked away from him
“aww come on y/n don’t be mad, i was just kidding” you feel his hand on your thighs. you flinched slightly, not expecting that. “who said i was mad, im not”
you were just embarrassed right now because he laughed
“are you embarrassed that i laughed then?”
it’s like he can read your mind and body language. “yes, yes i am” you said, still folding your arms across your chest. “look..” satoru said as he reached out and grabbed your wrist to uncross your arms as he looked you in your eyes
“im sorry for laughing alright, just don’t be embarrassed about something like that, it even happens to me too” he apologized
you looked at him and then you bursts out laughing too, doing exactly what he did to you too. “ohh alright i see, petty much?” he spoke as he still held your wrist. his huge hands holding on your wrist as you notice his veins
“alright my bad for laughing, it was definitely not funny” you smiled at him teasingly
he laughed too and smiled at you, both of you looking in each other’s eyes. if you move just a little closer and kissed him, would you be in the wrong right now? nope
gojo spoke up, “i think i know a way i can help you with sexual frustration”
“how?” you asked, interested in whatever idea he was thinking about
“like this..” before you could ask what he kissed you
you kissed him now as he hums into the kissing, pulling you onto his lap as his hands instantly moved to your hips then your ass as he grabs and squeezes it
you wrap your arms around his neck and tilted your head to the side a little to deepen the kiss. he licks your lips as you open your mouth slightly so he can slip his tongue in
both your tongue dance together, the kiss getting heated and sloppy as a little saliva rolls down your chin
you feel satoru’s hands move down your body as he puts his hands in your shorts and rubs clothed pussy. he then puts his hands in your panties as he runs his hands through your folds, groaning at the feeling of how wet you were
“fuck y/n”
the pmway he says your name makes you even wetter
you moan as satoru inserts a finger inside you and moves it in and out slowly, your mouth opens slightly, not being able to kiss him back. he kisses your jaw as he makes his way down to your neck and starts kissing it. leaving marks on it
he then inserts a second finger, his pace speeding up as he pumps his fingers inside of you. you moan and whimper as you grip the back of his hair
he curls his fingers inside of you as he hits your g-spot just by doing that. you feel a familiar feeling inside you as it starts to build up
satoru goes back to kissing you after leaving bite marks and hickeys on your neck. his tongue slips back inside you mouth as his fingers move faster than before inside you
the feeling finally reaches its climax inside your stomach as you moan into satoru’s mouth as you came on his fingers, but he doesn’t stop fingering you as he lets you ride out your high
“god damn y/n” he whispers against your mouth as you laugh and put your face into his shoulders
you feel him pull his fingers out of you as he brings them up to his mouth and sucks on them. he grabs the back of your neck with his other hand as he lifts your head up and puts his fingers in your mouth to suck on. you obliged and sucked on them, tasting a hint of yourself on his fingers
“we’re not done yet y/n, i still need to taste that beautiful pussy of yours”
you were sitting on the couch with your legs around satoru’s shoulders as ate you out after you just finished cumming again for the second time
he was so pussy drunk right now, not stopping for anything or anyone, your legs were beginning to get sore and your mouth was dry as you let out breathy moans and whimpers from time to time
“mm gojo” you moaned out, saying his name
“mhm just like that, say my name again” he hummed, sending vibrations to your pussy as his fingers made their works inside you with his mouth around your swollen clit, sucking and licking it
“gojo” you let out a whimper as your grip on his hair tightened, feeling yourself about to come again for the 4th time
“you taste so sweet, like honey, i can’t get enough of this beautiful pussy, my beautiful pussy”
“oh fuck” you let out your last moan as you came all over his fingers and tongue again. he still continued fucking you with his fingers as he draws out more of your juices
after he was done he took his fingers out and cleaned you up with his tongue and looked up at you as he smirked
“now anytime this beautiful pussy needs pleasing, just know i’m here to praise it and please you”
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agnessharknes · 9 months
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The One At Brunch
Summary: A continuation of The One at the Bar. Melissa and you go out for brunch. But she realizes something about her situation and halts the relationship.
Warnings: Some angsty bits I suppose. A few profanities.
A/n: This isn’t a series really bc im gonna keep it as the one with chapters but like…i’ll let you know/whenever we’re in the au that reader owns a bar…you’ll know it’s some sort of continuation of that first chapter.
General: @maximoffcarter, @lilfartbox1, @inlovewithmiddleagewomen , @cordyandbilliehavemyheart , @eatkobi, @inlovewithgreta , @sapphicdbc
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Going on dates was not something Melissa did often. The sound of her ex’s rang through her ears. The sound of laughter and yelling as they mocked her. She’d never had luck with romance. The bar was never a good place to pick someone up. But meeting you felt different. You made her feel safe. Comforted.
“I’ll pick you up around 11,” you texted her.
Are you sure you want to…
She deleted the text.
You want to be seen…
She deleted the text.
The cursor of her messages blinked at her. It made her anxious. All she had to do was say “okay.”
(All she ever had to do was say okay.)
“Okay,” she finally typed out. Her finger hovered over the blue send arrow. She felt it wasn’t a long enough sentence.
Okay is a full sentence. No is a full sentence.
“No rush. Are you sure you want to go?”
She pressed send before she reread the text. More thoughts came into her mind. What if you said no? What if you said nevermind or what if you said…yes?
The thought made her body shiver. Someone wanted to go out? With her? Nonsense. She didn’t deserve that.
She waited by her phone like a puppy. Not daring to get up and change until you confirmed your arrival time. There was no point in changing until she knew you were serious.
Minutes went by. You yourself were changing for the date. Your phone wasn’t near you as it sat on a charger in the kitchen.
She sighed after ten minutes passed. You didn’t think she’d have hesitation. You didn’t think to check your phone as you moved about to do your makeup and hair.
By 10:30 she was convinced you’d dropped off the face of the planet. Now you were avoiding her.
“I’m sorry,” she texted. “We don’t have to. Really it’s fine if you don’t.” Each sentence, a new text. It wasn’t until you put your smartwatch on did you notice her multitude of texts.
“What are you apologizing for? Of course I want to go. I’ll be there soon,” you responded.
Her breath hitched seeing your text. She threw her phone down and ran up the stairs. She’d lost 30 minutes sitting there, waiting for the text.
“What do I wear?” she asked herself. A dress? Pants? Pleather? Cotton? Long or short? Should she wear her print?
She lost track of time trying on outfit after outfit. Each item feeling uglier than the last. Although, it wasn’t the item, it was how she wore it.
“You’re just a lame duck,” she said to herself. A woman who was publically humiliated by her fiancé. At a stranger’s bar. Who just so happens to be single.
“An idiot,” she looked at herself in the mirror. How she wanted to cry. To sob. Alone.
But the doorbell rang and she stopped in her tracks. She looked around, her clothes strewn about. She ran downstairs, barefoot, to let you in.
“Hi, I’ll be right down, um…feel free to sit and wait or…um…,” she pointed to multiple chairs in the living room.
“Hey,” you smiled. You could see the fear in her eyes and the fact that she had no makeup, or shoes, or jewelry on. She stopped and looked at you, her eyes bouncing back and forth between yours.
“It’s okay, I can wait,” you smiled. “Take all the time you need.”
She smiled back at you before running upstairs. She threw on quick makeup and brushed through her hair. She put on a pair of wedges, adding four inches to her height, and ran back downstairs.
“So sorry, I-,” she stopped, seeing you looking at her photos that hung on her wall.
“You were cute as a kid,” you smiled, pointing to a photo of her and her father. She smiled, embarrassed.
That was taken before you were born.
She blushed as you turned to look at her with a giant smile across your face.
“What?” you giggled.
“Nothing,” she said, shaking her head and looking down at the ground.
“What?” you asked, your tone more serious.
“We should go,” she whispered. Before I change my mind.
“Okay.”
You gently placed your hand on her back before walking towards the door.
She watched you, the glow from the sun making you look like an angel.
I want to kiss you. I think.
“Where do you want to go?” you asked, opening the door. She shrugged, joining you. She didn’t expect you to open the car door for her. You were more of a gentleman than any man she’d ever been with. It almost made her speechless.
“I know this cute brunch place downtown. They have mimosas,” you said getting into the car.
That’s what she needed. A drink. Or coffee. Maybe it would wake her up from dream world and push her into the present. Maybe she would stop thinking. And just be.
The drive was nice. You tried to make conversation. You could tell she was wound tightly. Tiptoeing around everything. Or something on her mind.
When you sat across from each other, she looked uncomfortable. Her hand played with her napkin in her lap and turned her fork as you waited for your food.
“Melissa,” you said. She was looking around. Everywhere but at you.
“Is there something wrong?”
She finally looked at you. She didn’t realize she was being so obvious. Yes, there is. But I can’t tell you. It’s my issue.
“No, no. Sorry, I’m just…a little nervous, I guess,” she said.
“That’s okay, me too,” you smiled.
“You seem very calm to be,” she said.
You laughed.
“I’m a bartender. I have to keep my cool no matter the situation.”
The food came after a while and you both ate. She drank her mimosa and ended up with another one before the bill was paid.
“No, let me,” you said, watching her grab the check.
“No, you gave me all of those drinks last night and-,”
“Okay, okay,” you stopped her. She smiled at you, giving you eyes.
“What are you doing for the rest of the day?” you asked. You had plans. But if she had none, you could arrange to have none as well.
“Just…well,” she thought. “Some grading I suppose. Lesson plans,” she responded.
“Oh,” you hummed. You chugged some water, your mouth suddenly feeling dry.
“That’s at least what I need to do. I don’t think it will happen, more likely, I’ll crash and do nothing,” she smiled, signing the receipt.
“Would you…be interested in going on a walk? In the park?”
Melissa blushed. Of course.
“That sounds nice,” she smiled. A look at the clock at it was 2. They’d been dining, brunching, for three hours. Melissa was nowhere close to being drunk. Maybe tipsy. Maybe just happy.
An idiot who is jumping into the water too soon. Who was just left at the altar. Basically.
-
Walking through the park was nice. The sun in your face, her hand brushing against yours as you tried to figure out if she would allow it. Her eyes looking at you, and then the ground, and then back at you.
I wanna kiss you.
Stopping under a tree to marvel at how the sun shines through the leaves and how her hair glows of red and orange. Like the fall leaves.
“You’re beautiful,” you smile, standing behind her. Her ears peak hearing the word. Beautiful.
“Thanks,” she smiles, turning around. She trips over a root in her heels, wobbling against the dirt. Your arms rush to grab her, hers gripping on your muscles.
“Shit, maybe these weren’t the shoes to wear,” she laughs.
Your hands are on her waist and hers are clinging to your arms when you catch her eyes. Her green eyes that seem to hold mystery and breath in them. Eyes that have seen things that no woman should have to see. Eyes that have watched deceit and still held on to the imaginary world that she so badly wanted in her orbit.
“I wanna kiss you.”
Your pupils dilate. Did you hear that correctly? Did that just happen?
She looks away, steps back, faltering again on the roots and rocks.
“Did I just say that out loud?” she asks. “Shit- I’m sorry…that-,”
But your feet move forward as your hands land on her hips. Her eyes watch as you move closer and closer before soft lips meet. She tastes sweet. She tastes…
“No,” she whispers, stepping back. There is embarrassment and self-loathing attached to that word.
No is a full sentence.
But she feels the need to explain herself so her mouth opens with a cry “I’m sorry.”
There is a beat. You shake your head, confused.
“I’m- sorry I…” you begin. But she stops you.
“It’s not smart. For me to- Gary just left me. Not even 24 hours ago. I’m- I’m not thinking straight. You don’t deserve this,” she whispers.
Left me and I found the first person who would talk to me. The first person I felt comfortable with. That wasn’t Barbara.
“I’m so…,” she huffed. She’d not thought about it yet. The man she loved, the man she said yes to, the man who knew her intimately had left her. “Mad,” she finished her sentence. Angry. Pissed.
“This is just reven- you know what. Thank you, for brunch. I…I really like you,” she said. You watched as her fists clenched. She bit her cheek, drawing blood. The taste of metal and the burn reminding her to keep her feet on the ground.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she said. “I don’t want to use you like this. This isn’t right.”
Her eyes jolted up at yours at the feeling of your thumb on her cheek, wiping away a rogue tear that she didn’t know escaped from her eye.
“It’s okay,” you whispered. “I can wait. I’ll wait.”
She’ll wait.
“I’ll drive you home,” you smiled. Your arm took her by the waist and she involuntarily leaned into you. You liked that. The feel of her head by your shoulder.
All you could think about was the softness of her lips. How she pulled you in before she pushed you back. How you wanted all of her. How you would wait. Because something about this Italian-American, South Philly, redhead made your heart flutter the moment she walked into the bar. Even with that man on her arm.
“I’m sorry,” she spilled out of her lips as you walked back to the car. But she clung to you like she clung to him. For stability. For safety. For…
“Melissa, it’s okay. I’m fine being with you as a friend to help you through this,” you said, driving down main street.
“I appreciate that,” she said. She felt sick. She felt like she had wasted your time. You could have been serving and working at your job and instead you were taking a pity party out to brunch.
“Hey,” you said after a few minutes, turning to see her furrowed brow, her hands gripping her thighs and tears teetering on the rims of her eyes. “Stop thinking for a moment. Just breathe.”
She looked at you before nodding and following your suggestions. She found herself present. Smelling the vanilla and smokiness of your perfume. Smelling the sweet scent of your car and the cup of iced coffee that sat in your cup holder. She found the view of a street she rarely gets to take in as she drives to work every morning. The wonderful glow of the afternoon sun and the sweet breeze that came from the trees through the window on your roof.
“Breathe,” you hummed.
Suddenly everything melted away. Suddenly she didn’t remember the pain and hurt that she was choking down from the day before. Suddenly the tightness in her chest subsided and she could fill her air with fresh, cool air.
I want to kiss you. Again. Please.
She didn’t realize that you’d pulled into her driveway until you turned the car off. Snapped back to reality. Back to home, back to a place where she no longer felt at home.
She would in due time. But for now it felt foreign. It felt empty though full of memories buried in books and photographs that littered the walls and shelves.
“Call me if you need anything,” you said. She didn’t move.
Please kiss me goodbye.
You slowly unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the car, walking around and opening her door. She stepped out, embarrassed she couldn't do a simple task. She was fine this morning. She was fine.
“Thank you for a lovely date,” she said at her door. “I’m sorry I ruined it.”
“You’ve ruined nothing,” you said. You gazed into her eyes. She looked for a second too long. She held your hand for a second too long. she yearned for a second too long.
She leaned in. She leaned in.
Don’t.
What are you doing?
You’re going to send mixed-
Lips folded into each other, as hands wrapped around backs. Eyes shut. Breath halted. Noses tap. Foreheads press.
“I’m sorry,�� she whispers. It’s so quiet that it’s almost softer than the wind.
“Don’t be,” you say, your hand cupping her cheek. “Don’t be.”
And you kiss her again and the world stops. It stops revolving around the sun because it now revolves around her. Because she is the sun. She is your sun.
Lips. Tongue. Teeth.
No. No is a full sentence.
You stop. Step back. And retreat.
“I should go,” you say. She nods agreeing, though her heart years for more.
“Call me if you need someone. I’m here. Stop in if you want. It’s on me.”
And with that, you turn on your heels and leave. You just leave her standing on her front porch, the taste of your lips on hers. The feel of your hair against her face as the wind brushes it past her cheeks. The smell of your perfume and shampoo. The look. Your eyes. Staring softly into her mind.
You see that she isn't ready. She can’t be. And that’s okay. You will wait.
You will wait.
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She trudges up the stairs and remembers her closet is now on her bed and thrown about on her floor. But she’s too tired to clean it up. How she wanted to cry. To sob. Alone.
She sat on the edge of her bed, and began to remove her earrings. Her necklaces. Her makeup. Her clothes were peeled off with tears that fell before she could catch them. And she dressed for bed.
It was 5pm.
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onmyyan · 1 year
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Hi I just wanted to make a request to ask if you could make a Drabble to ask if you could make a gabe x reader as you when you talked about caspians family you mentioned how gabe is compared to his brother caspian or possibly someone else I would like to know more about him in general and about what would he do with a clay maker s/o who secretly knows about the family business and is an insomniac and also likes to sleep a lot but tries to do the most that they can and won’t fall for the manipulation tactics he uses and just says “ you know if you wanted me to stay home you could’ve just said so?🤨
sorry if your burnt out also have as much fun as you can as a 22 year old !!! You don’t have an obligation to answer this but thank you.
A/N: Ello bby i am soooo happy you asked about Gabe omfg im kicking my feet rn!!! I tried to check all the boxes of the request i apologize if i missed any, Also I'm not burnt out thank you for your sweet words i wanna give u a forehead kith anyway!!!! Heres Gabe! NOT EDITED
T/W: YANDERE, MURDER, GABE IS FUCKIN CRAZY LMAO,CURSING
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Gabrielllll Mi Amor omg where do I even begin?!
Standing at a proud 6'4 this mf is big. He's the strongest of his brothers physically, and has always used it to his advantage.
Early on in his life he was being compared to Caspian. They looked so alike it wasn't hard to see why people brought it up the way they did but it still bugged him.
Subconsciously he began to act anyway his brother wasn't. Be it avoiding the kitchen like the plague or gluing himself to the workshop downstairs.
Has a voice like warm butter and can sing stupidly well.
Sings/hums little tunes whenever he's working.
Love languages are acts of service and gift giving, he just wants to take care of you.
Terrified of spiders, he will call you crying to come get it.
Loves tinkering with things, surprisingly delicate hands for such a rough guy.
He laughs with his whole body, the kinda loud boisterous one that made other people start.
Snorts when he finds something especially funny.
He has a hard time reading social cues so he's constantly making dumb jokes, especially when he's not supposed to but he's so funny it's hard to stay mad at him.
Charm up the wazoo, the kinda guy where no matter where he goes, someone's coming up to say hello to him.
He's really good at pattern recognition and it makes him come off a bit psychic at times
Like how he'd clock someone's bad mood the second he seen them, notices details most people wouldn't.
Himbo.
The kinda guy where if you accidentally burn yourself he'll do it too just so you could be in equal amounts of pain, is it dumb as hell? Yeah. Is it also the sweetest thing ever? Absolutely.
Wants the kind of love Mortica and Gomez have, unfiltered raw passion.
Morbid sense of humor.
He's always warm no matter the temperature, comes in mad handy during the colder months and means he wears the smallest amount of clothing when it's hot out which is just a win for everyone.
Scorpio male I repeat Scorpio male. Do with that what you will.
Believes in love at first sight, he's such a big softie.
Had his tongue pierced in his friend's dingy kitchen when he was 18, a secret to this day his mom doesn't know about it.
His canines are a little longer than most and he absolutely had a vampire phase.
Likes to bite. A lot. It's a love language.
He confides in Caspian for everything, expect his envy of him. For that he talks to Ricky.
He can knock someone out with his right hook and has many times before.
He grew up working for his dad's approval and that meant getting his hands dirty.
At first his was a bit weary of using his strength to hurt people but that all changed when his Father put things in perspective for him.
"Everything we do- it's to keep food on our table, to keep us safe- your mother safe." And it all clicked.
Violence for the sake of violence wasn't okay. But violence for the sake of love? That shit was poetic.
He's essentially the family's guard dog. If anyone fucked with them? You told Gabe and suddenly the problem was gone.
He loves the color red, specifically the shade of red that came outta' the first guy his Father sent him after.
He was just supposed to rough him up a little but had too much fun caving in the dude's face.
Thinks killing in the name of love is the most caring thing you can do for someone.
Lil bit of a masochist streak. Likes when he gets to fight someone who can actually keep up with him cuz that little jolt he gets down his spine when he gets hit is addicting.
Animals love him, like you got a cat that hates everyone? Loves him.
Likes preening himself, takes about an hour in the shower everyday, since he dyes his hair so often he takes extra special care of it.
He has a beauty routine and he never skips it, definitely sets up self care spa days with the two of you once you're together.
Really good at videogames, like don't let him goad you into any sort of bet around gaming bec you will lose.
He's the second oldest but carries a lot of the weight of the older brother title since Cas wants nothing to do with the family business
Loves taking things apart to see how they work then putting them back together. He's done this to his PC a lot.
Really such a sweetheart but he has a dark side that feels a lot like a caged animal.
He's not afraid to show you this side because he's proud of it, it's kept him and his kin safe time and time again, why wouldn't he want you to know he'd do anything for you?
Does not like large public spaces, he needs to have a clear way in and out of any area.
Has mad anxiety, takes meds for it.
Works out every day, his favorite way to do so is jogging, he loves being able to just turn off his brain and go.
He meets you on one of those jogs!! Runs right past your art studio but stops when he sees you about to drop this heavy ass box you're attempting to move in a truck.
"Woah- I got you don't worry." He said in an attempt not to scare you as he was some random man running at you from across the street.
You'd peak your head out with the sweetest smile he's ever seen. The honest gratefulness in your eyes warmed him to his core.
"Oh thank you!- I appreciate it." Sure the words were simple but paired with that sheepish little laugh brought heat to his cheeks, he had the sudden to urge to fix his hair, make sure he looked presentable because holy shit were you gorgeous.
You're in a dust covered pair of overalls, your hair is windswept, and you still knocked the breath from his lungs.
"Whatcha' got in there?-god sorry if it's personal you don't need to, I'm sorry." He was very obviously flustered but he was so cute it only added to the charm.
"It's some clay my friend asked for- I had some extra from this project I'm working on- anyway thank you so much.." She trailed off waiting for his name. "Gabriel, you can call me Gabe." His voice was deep and warm like molasses on a hot cookie.
He asks for your number then and there and your fate is sealed.
He runs home faster than he's ever run before, like straight to his apartment, straight to the laptop, doesn't even close the front door kinda rushing.
You only gave him your first name but since he knew you most likely worked at the pottery studio he met you outside of he could find what he needed easily.
He wasn't the most technology savvy man out there but he managed to find a few of your socials and made a quick call to a friend, he has a lot of connections and it was nothing to get the info he needed.
He's a straight shooter and texts you asking for a coffee date that night.
You accept, and despite not usually entertaining men you'd only met that day, he had this captivating energy that had you accepting before you could talk yourself out of it.
The date would be dummy cute, he shows up with flowers and what was supposed to be a quick cup of coffee turns into an all day adventure where you just talked and talked about everything and nothing.
He has you laughing the entire date, blushing from the sheer intensity of his gaze. He was blunt in the way where he said whatever was on his mind.
"I'm sorry- Ima be real I didn't catch a word you just said- the sun hit your face and I had to take a second. Holy shit- you're stunning." His genuine disbelief along with the way he shyly inched his hand to interlock your fingers had your heart skipping a few beats.
He's so into love and the idea of being entirely wrapped up in it.
Before you know it it's getting dark and if he's not walking you to your door he's politely demanding you let him know when you're safe and sound.
The kinda person who makes sure your seatbelt is on or if you're walking on the sidewalk he'll always take the street side just in case.
Would jump out of his coat if you gave the slightest inclination you were cold.
He once balled up his hoodie and threw it at you from across the room like a basketball, like he jumped and dunked.
If you wear fake lashes first time you take em off he the type of dude to be terrified thinking you're just yanking out your real one's.
If he has stuff in his hands and you jump at him he will launch the items if it means catching you better.
Definitely the type to randomly come up to you and silently demand affection.
He wants you to go with him to the gym just to see him be hot. N like maybe give him a reward kiss every time he completes a set.
Surprisingly graceful for such a big dude.
He's an all or nothing type, makes that abundantly clear on the phone one night as he'd gotten in the habit of falling asleep to your voice.
"I want you. Entirely. And I've never been good at denying myself." He'd sound so sure, so certain in his words it made your brain go a bit fuzzy.
Possessive in a hot way not an icky controlling way.
Like if someone hits on you in front of him he has to physically distract himself so he doesn't commit a crime in broad daylight.
Instead whenever his jealously is triggered he becomes a koala, latches himself to your back like a demon, his massive form hovering behind you whenever you went.
"My girl can dress however she wants. I can fight."
Does not tolerate any disrespect towards you or your relationship.
Some girl tried to grind on him at the club and he threw his drink at her.
Petty as HELL when mad, he has a shit list and you do not want to be on it.
Protective as hell, if you indulge his little tendencies (putting sunblock on you if it's warm out, always bringing extra snacks incase you get hungry when you're working) he will start talking about marriage lmao
Speaking of he loves to linger around your studio whenever he can, be warned he will distract you by being adorable so working will be hard but it's totally worth it.
Nicknames for you are : Baby girl, Ma', WIFEY,(almost always followed by a kiss) Darlin', Mi Amor.
He's struggled with insomnia before so he knows a thing or two.
Once you start sleeping over more he notices your nocturnal habits and quickly adjusts.
If you ever get up because you just can't sleep and need to get some energy out he always wakes up.
He can't sleep without you so if you're gone longer than a minute sirens go off in his mind and he's wide awake.
If you wanna watch TV until you can finally rest you know he's right there with you, likes to have you resting in his lap so he can wrap himself around you entirely.
If you simply want to exist in silence he can do that to, so long as he's with you he knows peace.
It wouldn't take long for you to realize his family's secret.
Gabe can keep a secret from anyone.
Except you.
Sometimes his Father would call for him at odd hours of the night, and he'd have to shoot out of bed with little explanation.
You'd wake up to the lightest pressure on your forehead as he kissed you goodbye.
"Shit- go back to sleep Baby, somethin' going down at the shop, they need me." He'd say this cradling your still half asleep face, gently thumbing over your cheeks before stealing another kiss.
He'd come back hours later, the sky still dark and he always showered and put his clothes in the washer before he came to lay back down.
After a while these constant exits would have you a little worried, while yes he was the single most loyal man you'd met and the idea of him cheating seemed laughable, especially considering how seriously he took you, you knew he was hiding something.
Eventually our boy slips up and leaves some blood on his shirt, it was splattered on like paint and yeah at first you were a bit terrified at the concept of your boyfriend being violent then you really started to think about it.
The way he talked about people he didn't like, that look in his eye whenever you told him someone had upset you, how he seemed almost eager to fight at any time.
It made sense.
Then there's the way he talks about his family's shop.
"It's kinda' fun working down there- yeah it can get messy but that's my favorite part."
"I mean Jimmy knew what kinda' businessman pops is- no wonder he die- retired. No wonder he uh, retired. 👀"
It's embarrassing how slick he thinks he is.
It all comes to its boiling point when one day you two are out and bump into a smaller, who at the sight of your loving boyfriend, goes pale as a sheet, nearly dropping the bags in his arm.
"H-Hey Gabe! Boy it's been a minute huh? Listen tell your pops I ain't ducking him or nothing I swear!-" The man said practically vibrating in place, sweat pooling down his flustered face. He was petrified.
Gabe cut him off with a look, his eyes glancing between you and the vermin across him.
"It's Gabriel. Only my friends get to call me Gabe. Do you think we're friends Joey?" You'd never heard this tone from your boyfriend before, it was cold and dry, as if was an entirely different person speaking.
His hold on your waist would tighten when the trembling man looked to you.
"Aye don't look at her look at me, I'm the one talking to you right?." He sneered down, he didn't move and still had the stranger flinching. "Your mama never taught you manners or somethin'?"
"My apologies- really Gabriel, I didn't mean nothin' by it." And with that he'd practically run away, checking over his shoulder every few seconds as if he though Gabe would be following.
"Forgive me, Amor. Some people-" he sucked his teeth before shaking off his nasty look. His fingers began dancing against your side.
"He owe your dad some money?" You'd ask figuring the interaction far too intense to be about a late car job or something.
Gabe would respond honestly before thinking, "Yeah, little bastard has been dodging me all week now he wants to come up to us- nevermind that, let's go were gonna miss the movie!" His flustered response would break all tension, but you'd gotten all the confirmation you needed.
All in all this big bad bastard just needs someone to hold his leash and accept his particular brand of love.
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jellyclogs · 1 year
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How op men react to an s/o with really bad periods
Triger warnings: period and Simi fainting
this is kinda a comfort fic for me, im suffering through my period and its ruff. sorry if y/n falling to the floor in pain seems over dramatic but its just how my period like to roll so here we are.
if you have any requests feel free to ask me or if you want a part 2 with more characters
quick edit forgot to list up here who festers in this fic: Shanks, marco, law, Mihawk, Kid, zoro, Sanji
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Shanks
This man is very  patient with you. He sits there with a smile on his face,well you bitch and moan about how shity it is . He can't help but think it's adorable when you get so over dramatic about your period. He has seen you grin and bear it through pain, you usually act calm, cool and collected when you're suffering, so it takes him by surprise when you're a big cry baby about this. He's glad that you don't feel like you have to suffer through it alone and trust him enuff to go to him to just complain or if you need help.
The first time you had your period around him He didn't quite understand how much pain you were actually in. He thought you were just playing it up. It only hit him how much it hurt when you crumpled to the ground hissing curling up on yourself. He froze in that moment, watching you just breathe in and out slowly trying to breathe through the cramps. Then he rushed forward and picked you up holding you to his chest whispering sweet nothings to you as the wave of cramps listened up.
 He adores you so much and hates seeing you in pain. He will tease you a little bit about it but the moment he sees that you're not having any of it he drops it. He won't make a big deal about giving you special treatment when you're like this. more cuddling, getting you sweets, making you laugh whenever he can, and staying close to your side as much as he can. He wants to be right there if you topple over again. He won't say it out loud but you scared the shit out of him when you did that.
He kinda finds it funny when he finds you in weird places and or positions that help your cramps. Whether it's laying on the kitchen floor because the cold feels good on your back or sitting with your legs up against the wall and back on the floor because it's the only thing that's helping with your cramps in the moment. He usually just joins you and begins talking your ear off to distract you from the pain.
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Marco
You always try so hard to keep the fact you're on your period a secret. The men of the Moby dick find periods gross and don't get what's the big deal since it happens once a month you should be used to it. You do your duties and do your best to be your normal self. You would not just up and tell Marco or realy anyone what you were going through.
Marco would notice the little cracks in your facade, the wincing when you thought no one was around or the fact you took longer to do your chores. He'd start getting really concerned when you started spending most of the time in your room. His first thought is not that you're on your period, it's that you got hurt and weren't telling him. He'd be pissed that you hadn't come to him to get patched up.
He would try to wait for you to come to him but after a day of watching you suffer in silence He'd confront you. When he saw your face flush and start to fumble with your words he would think he caught you. Before you could realy explain He'd be dragging you to his clinic, calling you an idiot and a moron the whole way there. He would adamantly state, "I'm the doctor on this ship you can't go around hiding wounds from me, how am I supposed to patch you up if I don't know your hurt yoi"
Once their He'd grab his med kit and damned you show him your stomach. Watching you he was pretty sure that's where the Injury was.
You would lift up your shirt and say, "I'm not hiding a cut or something," you would sigh looking anywhere but his eyes, "just on my period." You'd mumbled.
Marco would face-palm, ofcores that was what was up. You weren't the type to definitely hide injuries out of embellishment. He'd reach out his hand and set it over your stomach letting his flames like over your skin. "Still you should have come to me." He'd huff.
After he knew what was going on He'd be just the sweetest. Getting thatch to make you chocolaty things and soothing your cramps with his phoenix fire. He would tell you that, "I'm a doctor, your period isn't gonna gross me out, please let me help you." He will make sure you're taking pain pills as often as you can and help you with your duties if you were in too much pain to do them.
As a doctor he would understand how bad your period could get and he would make no complaints if you demanded to stay near him since his phenix fire was the best way to treat the pain. This man would secretly be bragging to the other crew members that he is your favorite and that's why you were hanging out with him so much.
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Law
He would know that you were on your period the day you started, he wouldnt mention it but keep an eye on you. He would not be the kind to pamper you, not at first at least. He would think she’s had thes for years she can handel it. He would definitely slip you chocolate’s and make sure you had enuff pain killers.
He would probably keep his distance from you. He cares about you but the fact he couldnt help you would piss him off. He hates seeing you in pain, and hates that he can't help. He would get snippy with the crew and work himself harder.
His work would be disrupted by bepo rushing in a bit of a panic, saying you had walked into the kitchen then just crumped to the ground, sitting their for a minet befor geting up and acting like nothing happened. Law would sigh and get up from his desk befor telling bepo hed hadel it and you were fine or atleast going to be.
He would find you in your room curled up on your bed with almost nothing on, just a shirt and some panties pants just felt like a hassle pulse it isn't like you were gunna be wondering around the ship like this. You were a though cookie and usaly just worked through pain so seeing you like this did worry law. He would bite his lip and curse himself for being so caught up in his own emotional pain to properly take care of your physical pain.
He would slip into bed with you and hold you in his arms. He’s not a very cuddly person so this would be a big display that he was worried about you. He would just hold you and apolagize for not being abel to take away the pain. He would love to take the pain on himself, he knew he could handel it, but that just wasn’t the way his powers worked. He thought about swapping harts with you for awhile, but hew knew how long it would take you to lern his devil fruit to revers it.
After that he would keep you close to him, sure it hurt that he couldnt help her as much as he wanted but being around you made you feel better so it was worth it. He would still be quite snippy with the other crewmembers but would treat you gently.
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Mihawk
He would have no clue how to act around you. He was wit you because you were strong and he respected you, so seeing you reduced to a shambeling mess kinda upset him. He would at first act like he didnt notce any thing was wrong. He tought it would save your pride. He would flinch any time you let out a pained noise. He cared so much about you that you being in pain was awful.
He would wait for you to ask for comfort, its not that he didnt want to comfort you, its that he didnt want to insult your pride or your strength. He knows you are a tough girl, he also knows you arnt afraid to ask for help when you need it. Prona would think hes being an ass, and would let him know.
When you finaly came to him you wouldnt exchange words, all you would do is climb into his lap. He would set his wine glass aside and hold you to his chest, gently rubing circles on your lower back. He would whisper praise to you in spanish calling you brave or strong, he knew you didnt speek a lick of spanish so you couldnt yell at him for being to soft.
You would know that he was being soft and gentle and were willing to be treated like glass at the moment. You need it and you wold just sit and take it in. 
After you came to him like this he would start to pamper you, running you a bath every night, rubbing your back, bringing your favorit foods. He would certainly be a little over protective to, hoovering around you when you were doing pretty much anything.
Porrona would have no clue why he had so drastically changed his attitude. She would cross her arms and puff out her cheeks calling him an unconsiderat jerk. Why was he like this?
If you ever dropped from the pain you better believe hed hold you for the rest of the day. He would never admit it was because he was scared of getting hurt, he would give you excuses like, “can i not just hold you, miamore?” or “ but if i put you down who wil worm my chest?” 
He secretly loves when your like this, when you are relying on him so much. He knows your stong and fully capsule of taking care of your self but he liked having the chance to pamper you and remind you that you can alway lean on him.
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Kid
He is completely grosed out by the whole thing. He can't handel the sight of bloody tampons or pads so you better wrap them up tight with toilet paper. He will kinda avoid you, your relation was not just sex but a hell of alot of it was, and he dosent like that he can't fuck your brains out.
He would order his crew to get you what ever you need or wanted. He will make them treat you like a princess. If he so much as herd them complaining about it they would be in a world of pain. This guy sees you as his so you can't disrespect what belongs to him.
Kid is a ruff guy but would not like seeing you in pain like that. He is the only one aloude to cause you pain. He would kill any one who put a hand on you it was bull shit that he couldnt just rip your uterus out and see your pain go away. He knew that you werent playing up your pain up. You never once would show the full force of how bad anything was, so seeing you show any display of pain ment you had to be in sirius pain.
He would honestly freek if you ever just dubbeled over infront of him, the look of pain on tour face the tears in your eyes, would feel like a stade wound to him. He would pick you up off the floor and not put you down. He would not sugar coat why, “Your falling over like your a fucking nobel who got dirt on their clothes, like hell i'm putting you down. If i did youd probably keel over and die.”
If you ever asked for him to cudel with you hed make a big fuss but would give in pretty eazy. He probably wouldnt fight you at all if the two of you were alone but infront of his crew he had to much pride.
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Zoro
He has no clue whats going on with you. He dosnt like the fact that you seemingly pulled away from him and started talking to that damn cook more. He would defntly be cross wiht you and draw away from you. He was a stubborn man. If you were gunna pull away from him then hed do the same. He wouldnt notice the pain you were in at all.
He would make a bitchy comint about you around nami and robin. Nami would punch the shit out of him. She would be pissed that he thought you were two timing him with the cook. Shed say, “If this is how you act when shes on her period then maby she should leave you for snaji.” 
 zoro would look at her so confused, “What the hell is a period?”
Both Nami and Robin would be on their asses laughing. Once they calmed down enuff they would explain what a period was to him. They would also explain that you have some of the worst periods they’d seen.
He still dosnt realy get it but is no longer mad at you. He starts harassing the cook for chocolate since robin and nami said girls like that when their on their periods.
If you just dropped from the pain hed panic a littel. Hed pick you up and rush you to chopper. He would not listtel to you when you told him, “Its ok, i just got hit with some realy bad cramps.” he would set you on chopper’s exam tabel and damned he fix you. 
Chopper would ofcores know about your situation, hed ask if you hade taken your pain pills on time or if you need more. He would get you  a heating pad and tell zoro that you fine, with tears in his eyes. Chopper feels awful he can't do more.
Zoro would be so ok with more cuddles. You may not look at him and think hes a cuddly guy but he can't get enuff of sungeling up with his s/o. He loves being abel to hold you and feel like hes protecting you from the world.
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Sanji
This wonderful cook instantly knows when your on your period. He honestly dosnt mind when your on your period, he sees it as a chance to pamper you like the princess he knows you are. He loves cooking your favorit food’s fore you. He will whip up what ever dessert you want. He also try’s to feed you foods that will reduce inflammation. 
He always want to hold you so you wanting to be held more is a win for him. He gives you back maseshes as often as he can. He loves being abel to bring you relife, though it may seem like some of his actions are sexula they arnt all he wants is to take your pain away. He will barrow books from chopper and read up on the best ways to treat periods. He would probably be willing to let you bathe in his blood if it ment you were no longer in pain.
Sanji would full on scream the first time the pain sent you to the floor. He would have a hratatck. He would rush to your side and pull you to his lap begging you to be ok. You ofcores had worned him this could happen but it didnt realy prapar him fore it. Once he was sure you werent going to die he would pick you up and bring you to the bath.
Hed run you a bath and sit with you in it. He would hold you and just be with you. He loved you and wouldnt dare leave your side when you needed him.
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Hey! Can I request adult misty quigley x fem reader? And also can they kinda have an age gap? (Teehee)
Basically Misty obviously has a thing for needing people to want her and need her and feel important so her very codependent partner comes up with a way to make her feel better by letting Misty treat fake injuries on her? Like idk putting ketchup on her arm and misty bandaging her up and all that to keep herself feeling sane
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Bandages
Older Misty x reader
AN: hiiiii im so sorry this took so long. I’ve be busy with school and stuff in my personally life but it’s finally out yay. Misty’s text is in yellow I think that’s the colour I originally picked for her. Divider made by @arachnid-wife
word count rounded: 1k
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You and Misty first met when your grandmother lived at the nursing home that Misty worked at. You would visit your grandmother once a week. Misty was usually the nurse that helped with her, so you would see her often.
The both of you got very close, so close that you would go out for coffee together every other weekend. It was mostly about your grandmother, but after a while, the conversations turned flirty. You would spend more and more time with her. Soon, she finally asked you out. You went on a few actual dates with her. After a while, you made it official with her. She asked you to move in with her and Caligula. You accept, of course. That was a few years ago, and after all that time with Misty, you started to notice little things about her.
The first time you started noticing was when you accidentally cut your finger while chopping something with a knife.
You were in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and chatting with Misty. You guys were going to have a holiday party with the yellow jackets. You and Misty were chatting and making jokes when you looked over your shoulder, and that's when you felt it. A sharp, searing pain in your pointer finger. You wince and gasp, turning back to see your finger. You drop the knife and lift your hand. 
“Oh my gosh!!!” Misty rushes over and grabs a towel, wrapping your finger in it as you let out a huff in pain. “Fuck.” You sigh, groaning, as you lean against the counter.
You ended up having to go to the hospital to get it stitched up. Misty offered, but you were not going to let her sew up your finger at the house. You ended up being alright, and the party ended up actually happening, but instead you ordered some pizzas.
Misty spent the next few weeks keeping you in a bubble. Feeding you even though you cut your non-dominant hand. She would basically do anything for you if you needed to use your hands. She would check on your stitches every day and help clean them.
You really don't mind that she wants to take care of you. In fact, it's quite fun having her do things for you because she won't even hesitate. You want a glass of water? She’s on it. Food? Right away. Misty even spent a week helping you get dressed.
After your finger fully healed, you would notice a slight change in Misty. She wanted to keep helping, but there was nothing to do anymore. She felt like she was unneeded. You decided to talk to Misty one night while cuddling on the couch.
“Hey? You alright?”
“ Wha? Oh yeah, I'm alright, most alright ever." Misty says it sounds obnoxiously cheerful for someone who was pouting because you didn't need help making yourself toast this morning. You look over at her, giving her a smile that says, “I know you're not alright.” 
“It's, well, you know, I really loved taking care of you and feeling like I was useful.” 
“You're my girlfriend, Misty; you don't need to be "useful." I love you.” You say, kissing her cheek as she smiles back. “I know, but I guess it's my love language to help and to make you better.” She says she is pulling you into her arms and giving your healed finger a little kiss. 
“How about this? I'll let you patch me up and “nurse” me back to health whenever you want.”
“But I don't want you to hurt yourself.”
“What if we just pretend? You know, bandage up my fake cut or whatever else you want to do. If it makes you feel better, I really don't mind.” Misty's eyes light up, and she pulls you into a kiss.
From that day forward, it became just part of the two of you. Sure, it's an unusual way to cheer her up, but you don’t really mind. It always goes the same way: she “comforts” you and gives you kisses. Then she “disinfects” your “cut” and puts on a patterned bandage on it before “kissing it better." Misty claims that it's the most important part of the whole process.
One day Misty came home from work upset; it was just a very stressful day, and she needed to come home and see you. You're in the kitchen cooking after Misty finally lets you touch a knife without intense supervision. You hear the front door open and yell out. “Hi baby, how was work?” You say, looking over your shoulder to catch her taking off her jacket with a silent huff, not like herself at all.
She walks into the bedroom without saying a word and changes out of her scrubs. You put down whatever you were doing and follow Misty into your bedroom. “Hey? Baby? You ok? Bad day?” You ask, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her into a hug. “Long day.” Misty mutters, relaxing into your arms.
You pull away and smile softly. “I got a scrape on my knee earlier, babe, Wanna help?” You ask, sitting down on the bed and rolling up your pants to show her your perfectly fine, unscraped knee. Misty raises a brow. “There is no scrape on your knee, babe” Misty says, a little confused. 
“What? Misty? My knee hurts. Can you patch me up?” She finally smiles as she lets out a sigh. She understands what you're trying to do, and she grabs her little med kit. Misty kneels next to the bed, rolling up your pants until your knee is fully exposed. She grabs a little alcohol wipe and rubs it on your knee. 
“It might sting a little, babe.”
She grabs some bandage wrap, lifts your knee a bit off the bed, and wraps your knee up snugly. She finishes and gives you a little kiss on your bandaged knee. “All better, you get hurt a lot; you gotta be more careful.” You both smile and laugh a little as she pulls you into a kiss.
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sqturns-blog · 5 months
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“CAN I COME TO?”
Summary: In which you are Nathan does older sister y/n! who is in a secret relationship with one of Nathan’s best friends, no one will ever find out ! or will they……
Tw’s: Cursing, kissing
A/n: Green is Nate, Orange is Chris, Purple is Nick, Blue is Matt, Pink is you ofc! and ‘ and italicized text around words signify thoughts! and this wasn’t proof read
(Story Below ⬇️ )
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NATES POV:
Y/N my older sister is sitting on the couch right now, doing god knows what on her phone but i’m not worried about her. i’m really worried about my friend Chris he’s been acting really weird like we can’t see his phone or whenever me, his brothers and him hang out he always at the bathroom, ‘maybe he has some issues where he always has to go to the bathroom 🤔’.
Well i’ve decided how i want to spend this weekend is by inviting Chris Nick and Matt over! Nick usually hangs with Y/N anyway they get along the best.
‘why is y/n always giggling at her phone🤔’
Y/N’S POV:
‘He’s so cute 🥰’ i think as i snap back Chris, i really hope Nate hasn’t caught onto us he has been asking if i have noticed anything weird about Chris. speaking of Chris he just texted me!
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Baby🥰:
‘Hey your brother just
invited me, Matt and Nick over!’
You:
‘Yay!! i hope there not starting
to get suspicious of us… we
have been being reallly secretive’
Baby🥰:
‘i know .. they won’t get off my back
at home there always asking
“why are you being so weird” ‘
You:
‘well i’ll see you when you get here! drive safe!’
Baby🥰:
‘i will can’t wait to see you ma 🩷’
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CHRIS POV:
oh i can’t wait to see her, yeah i should be excited to see my friends but ‘something about that girl… she’s perfect.’. now i realize i’ve been standing by the door practically in a trance. “ GET IN THE DAMN CAR CHRISTOPHER. “ “chris get in the damn car dude stop acting like a weirdo.” “sorry guys” damn maybe i have been acting weird… but yolo !
TIME SKIP!🐺
NATES POV:
the boys made it to me and Y/Ns house finally felt like they took forever. now i’m in my room playing fortnite with Matt and Chris while Y/N and Nick do whatever they do in her room, “Yo i’m kinda hungry” “okay? go get something it’s not the first time you’ve been here” “dude just come on” “fine i’ll come with, Chris you want something?” he’s blank again probably thinking about something idk what tho. “yo Chris ?!” “oh yeah sorry man i’ll come” now we are on our way to the kitchen
Y/NS POV:
“Y/N/N you want something to eat i’m getting hungryyyy” “SURE!” “damn girl why are you so excited to get something to eat in YOUR house 😭” “oops sorry” maybe i was a little excited to get food… oh who am i kidding i just want to see Chris hopefully he’s already out there hehe
ANOTHER TIME SKIP CAUSE IM LAZY
NATES POV:
we’ve now all gotten our food nick and y/n are eating some chicken nuggets and me and the guys ordered canes cause why not (where i live i don’t have a canes so idk if you can order it or whatever) now we are all sat down on the couches y/n and chris are sat next to each other… ‘very closely that’s kinda weird.’ me and matt are sat next to each other and nick is going on a rampage about god knows what at this point then Chris gets up and says “i’m gonna go to the bathroom” ‘of course he is’ but before he gets up to go to the bathroom he grabs y/ns face and plants a tender kiss on her lips “DUDE WHAT THE FUCK” “MATT WHERES MY MONEY YOU OWE ME 50” “FUCK I LOST THE DAMN BET” “WE KNEW IT!” “y’all had a bet on this?!””OFC WE DID YOU 2 WERE ACTING SO WEIRD” “oops….”
“well i guess we don’t have to hide it anymore”
THIS WAS PROB REALLY BAD CAUSE I RUSHED IT SO SORRY BUT I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!
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odxrilove · 2 years
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☆ ENHYPEN AND HOW THEIR FRIENDS FIND OUT ABOUT THEM HAVING A CRUSH.
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pairing: hyung-line!enhypen x f!reader
genre: fluff, idol!au
author's notes: i like doing these 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
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☆ HEESEUNG
he tries to keep it a secret as long as he possibly can but jungwon gets suspicious when he notices the longing stares heeseung sends your way whenever you walk through the corridors. so naturally as the good leader he is, he wants to talk aboutt it.
it's in the late evening when heeseung congratulates himself for keeping it a secret with his favorite pastry when suddenly jungwon mentions your name. "hyung, how is yn doing today? i heard she fell down pretty hard today during practice.". heeseung is nervous, why would jungwon suddenly talk about you. "she did? i didn't know."
"oh, i thought you would since you are pretty close to her." the other members are now looking at the two curiously, listening to their conversation as they wait for any explanation.
"im not that close to her, we only talked a few times." heeseung is sweating buckets, eyes widening in fear. did jungwon found out about his crush on you?
"really? i thought you were close to her, you know, since you like her"
heeseung chokes on his pastry. sunoo lets out a gasp as he covers his mouth with his hand and the rest of the boys look at heeseung with wide eyes as a concerned look takes place over jungwon's face. the room falls silent for ten solid seconds until jungwon clears his throat awkwardly. "was i the only one to know?"
jungwon never gets his answer because as soon as the words leave his mouth, the other members' voices fill the room. "hyung! you have a crush?!" "yn?! the pretty girl with the cool dance moves?" "you were going to tell us right?"
it's safe to say that heeseung walked out of the kitchen quickly, trying to hide in one of the rooms with the members running after him, throwing questions after questions about "yn, the girl who stole heeseung's heart"
☆ JAY
jay manages to keep his crush on you a secret for around a month and a half, which is a lot and considered an achievement when you live with six noisy boys. but jay's not proud about it, since he knows the only reason why his brothers hadn't find out yet was because of their busy schedule due to their recent comeback.
so while they are all busy preparing for upcoming events, jay isn't the slightly worried about them– or you, finding out about his preference for you. that is until he catches one of your group-members eyeing him suspiciously when your group bumped into his in the hallway after your group's performance. he just hopes that she didn't catch him staring at you with heart eyes.
your group leader is very good at reading people, so one look at jay and she knows exactly why he's more flustered than usual after you complimented him on his outfit and performance. unfortunately for jay, she also loves to gossip and is very close to sunoo. less than an hour and a few whispers later, sunoo's strolling to jay in the dressing room.
when sunoo drags his stool closer to jay's until their shoulders almost touch, the latter gets suspicious, looking at the younger boy in confusion. sunoo is the first one to speak up, "do you like yn?". jay can only look at sunoo's innocent expression in shock before he shakes his head, "yn? no i don't like her." and thus begins a series of back and forth.
"so you don't think she's pretty?". jay sighs, "i didn't say that". "so you think she's pretty?" sunoo pries. "well i can't deny that", jay mumbles. "so you like yn", sunoo exclaims. "sunoo, i didnt say that", jay sighs again. "so, you don't like her?" "oh mY GOD SUNOO STOP! OKAY YES I LIKE YN AND WHAT ABOUT IT?!" jay finally admits, putting his face in his hands when he can sense the other members' stares.
sunoo only giggles devilishly, a small "got you" falling from his lips as he watches jake throw his arm around jay's shoulders, smirking when the room fills with questions and cheers from the other members.
☆ JAKE
it's seven in the evening when jake retreats to the dorm's dressing room to call his mom. he explicitly tells the other members not to come in so that he could have his weekly interaction with her. usually, jake would call his family at least two times a week.
she probably knows jake has a crush on you since the first time he talked about you because of her mother instinct and because of how happy jake sounded upon talking about your group and you. after that call ended, she had googled your group and listened to a few of your songs.
"you know, i'm quite impressed by yn. she's a very good dancer." her voice echoes through the room as jake's preparing his bag for that week's photoshoot, phone on speaker. he chuckles a bit before his mom continues, "also a very pretty girl, i understand why you have taken a liking to her."
the moment the first words leave her lips, niki barges into the room unannounced, stopping dead in his tracks when he catches on what was being said. jake panics at the sight of the youngest member and goes to grab the phone but niki's faster, snatching the phone away in front of his eyes before running off.
he listens to how his mother accidently reveal his crush, continuing to blabber about yn as she thinks she's talking to her son. niki's jumping excitedly to the living room, interupting jake's mother by yelling a loud "jake has a crush on yn! his mom told me!" through the dorm, attracting the attention of the other boys and jake thinks he might pass out as he's dramatically slumped over the dressing room's couch, whinning when he hears the footsteps of his members in the hallway.
☆ SUNGHOON
at first, none of his group members were suspicious of sunghoon. but that was only at first, and when he didn’t actually know you or meet you in person. let’s say that sunghoon was able to hide it pretty effectively since he only admired you from afar. in summary, sunghoon just doesn’t talk about you or your group to avoid any suspicions.
however, his plan backfires when his group meets yours backstage an award show and jake openly jokes about how each member is a fan of yours but sunghoon, as the latter never even pronounces your name around the dorm.
he sees you playfully cross your arms before he’s rushing over to you and jake, interrupting the conversation immediately to correct jake’s words. with a flushed face and lots of stutters, he manages to convince you that he is indeed a fan too but that he is just a bit on the quieter side and doesn’t always express his admiration for your group in front of other people.
after the show, sunghoon swears he could kill jake as he sends him death glares during the ride back home. but when they step into their dorm, he doesn’t expect his friend to turn towards him with a smirk.
“so, you got pretty irritated back there, didn’t you?”
the desire to slap jake is strong but sunghoon remains calm. “obviously, that was disrespectful of you to say.”
“we were joking, besides, how am i supposed to know you’re a fan when you act like you didn’t even know their group existed.” jake snickers at his friend’s words, having caught on why he reacted like that. he continues, throwing him a wink “don’t worry bro, i won’t talk about it.”
at the same moment, jay steps into the room, “won’t talk about what?”
jake doesn’t even spare the other boy a glance as he smirks, running a hand through his hair when he grabs himself a bottle of water. “won’t talk about sunghoon’s crush on yn.”
jay stops in his tracks, gaping at his two friends as the other members join them in the living room, having heard the last sentence of the conversation. jake leans against the kitchen counter with a big smile on his face as he watches sunghoon getting punched in the arm by a happy jungwon.
poor sunghoon can only groan in despair, scrunching his nose as he falls back onto the couch with a loud thump, hiding as much as possible in the cushions.
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boyfhee · 1 year
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DISTANT MEMORY · pjs
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synopsis · jay seems like a stranger, you wish you were dreaming ( ~ 1k )
genre · angst :/
notes · for my lovely @homelycat bff again. btw im still on hiatus i just wanted to drop this promised jay angst, i hope u all read this suffer a lot
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silence fills your kitchen, a wisp emerges from your coffee and vanishes into thin air. your fingers tip press a little harder around your cup; there's something wrong with jay today.
you notice the way he hasn't looked at you since you've sat at the table for breakfast, you've been noticing for a while; his actions— antics, watching him do things he usually doesn't, making decisions he generally wouldn't, say things he doesn't mean otherwise. you've been noticing for over a month, and it feels that the jay you knew has simply became a distant memory. the more you think about it, the further it drifts away, morphing into ancient history.
sometimes, you think you're dreaming.
"jake asked if we're down for movies this saturday, with everyone else," you break the silence, but your eyes are fixed on the ceramic plate in front of you. "told him we have other plans for the day, you know, my highschool reunion, since you're supposed to join me,"
"i see," he nods, and those words mark the end of your small talk. frankly, you miss the days none of you would shut up, no matter what time of the day it was. it doesn't matter now, not really, jay talks about whatever he wants, whenever he wants, and other times, it's just silence communicating with itself. "are you done shopping for the reunion?"
just like now.
for some reason, the empty plate in front of you seems more tempting than the question he asked. you remember winning the whole crockery set at a couple game around two years ago, or three, maybe. you're not sure, the timeline is getting blurry inside your mind. you leave his question unattended like the coffee in your cup, to see if he cares about a response.
a second passes, then another, one more, jay grabs the newspaper kept on the further right corner of the kitchen counter. it's as if the question doesn't mean anything— your response doesn't mean anything, perhaps, would be a better conclusion. you hope you're dreaming, because the jay sitting in front of you doesn't seem like the person you fell in love with.
"you know, i think we shouldn't attend the reunion either," you give in either way, putting your plate aside, leaning on the counter with a forced smile in an attempt to make yourself feel better.
and jay looks up. "oh," but, he's looking somewhere else. your hair, shoulder, the paining behind you, anywhere, but your eyes. there's a certain look in his eyes, grief, guilt— remorse, and you want to ask him, what is it that turned you into someone so unfamiliar?
his eyes shift back to the newspaper. "suit yourself. i have a few other stuff scheduled for that day, either way,"
you wonder if he cares, you realise he doesn't.
and you can't take it anymore.
actually, there's a question you've been wearing on the tip of your tongue for days now, finding the right moment to ask him. it would be a lie if you said life didn't give you any opportunities, you just weren't able to bring yourself ask it. you aren't brave when it comes to such things, never were, never would be, talking about love scares you. you never know how the conversation would turn out. there are too many risks.
falling for him was the first one you took, confronting him would be probably be the last one with him.
"i think you don't love me anymore,"
a pause; you notice the hesitation laced in his expression, it doesn't faze you anymore.
jay nods faintly. his eyes don't leave the sight of the empty cup in front of him, as if it's staring back at him. his lips press into a thin line as the unsaid words intoxicate the silence spinning in the air. he sighs; the empty cup reminds him of something, of himself, his heart,
and so, jay finally musters up the courage to look into your eyes. "i know, i've noticed."
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ihavemanyhusbands · 24 days
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hihi, it's me back in your inbox to give you more will graham (because you deserve it, i deserve it, we all deserve it). and, i don't know how you are about song requests (ish request, kind of not really) but! shackles by steven rodriguez is...omg so good. like, will is just so utterly in love with her he doesn't know what to do with himself. all she has to do it ask for it. anything, anywhere, anytime (anything) and it's hers.
Hiii! I dont get a lot of song based requests (and im not entirely sure how they go about) but hell yeah i need devoted Will soooooo bad!!!! (Also im so sorry i dont know that song but i’ll listen to it and get a vibe!!)
Also sorry AGAIN but somehow Hannibal sneaked in there too 😭😭😭
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It was Hannibal who teased him about it the most, but that wasn’t to say nobody else noticed.
Jack was too polite to say anything, mostly because he needed to be on Will’s good side. Beverly, on the other hand, didn’t hold back when it came to using the word whipped.
For the most part, Will brushed it all off. Why should he care about other’s opinions of all he did for you?
All that mattered to him was making you happy. You didn’t really ask for gifts, but as soon as you expressed interest or desire for something, he would immediately get it for you.
He doted on you like no other, going to great lengths to please you. It was all worth seeing you smile, and the mix of gratefulness and adoration in your gaze.
You tried to spoil him as much in return, in any way you could. That included getting the people in his life off his back whenever you could. Especially Hannibal.
He watched in amusement as Will went to fetch you more tea from the kitchen, without you having to ask for it.
“You have him well trained,” he remarked, eyebrows raised. “Tight leash?”
You shrugged, but gave him a slight warning look from the corner of your eye. “I don’t have to do much else but love him in return.”
Hannibal inclined his head, acquiescing. “I have to say, I haven’t seen him so taken by someone in some time.”
“Is this your attempt at flattery, Hannibal?” Will said, stepping back into the room with a steaming cup in hand.
You kissed Will’s hand as he handed it to you, willing him not to get defensive.
“I think Hannibal’s just jealous he hasn’t experienced being so devoted to someone,” you said placatingly, grinning slyly in Hannibal’s direction. “Can you blame him?”
“You might be right,” Will said, squeezing your hand. “Hadn’t thought of it that way… he sure brings it up a lot.”
Hannibal raised his hands in surrender. “Fair enough. I will make no mention of it… quite as much.”
You rolled your eyes, but snorted in amusement. Will, for his part, didn’t seem to mind, for he was too focused on you looking up at him.
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gayerthanevertbh · 1 year
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content..? | i want you pt.4
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pairings: dad’s best friend!natasha x fem!reader
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summary: your father doesn’t know it yet, but you’re in love with his best friend. and what makes it better is that you’re sure enough that she feels the same way. the sad part is, neither of you can word out your love for each other properly.
warnings: angst, age difference (natasha is 38 and reader is 19), implied sexual themes, just a sad sad chapter.
notes: yeah im back idk why but im here did ya’ll miss my juicy stories
“You’re too old for her.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Natasha. She’s too young for you, think about how the people would react to your relationship with her.”
That night, I couldn't sleep. Those words haunt me, as I was thrown into a circle of hallucinations from which I couldn't escape. I needed some space. No, I needed her. I needed Y/n to take those thoughts away from me and reassure me that what we were doing was okay. But Wanda’s words were beating me up, I couldn’t breathe.
I noticed the skies were perfectly blue as I lit up my cigarette and dragged it to my mouth. The clouds were perfectly aligned, and everything was in order. My concerns faded as I silently hoped that someone higher up would solve my problem. I looked down and noticed that the grass on my feet was starting to burn me. I needed to o back inside, but I had no energy to.
She’ll never love me, I thought to myself. She thinks I’m too old for her, an old woman begging for her love.
As soon as I finish my cigarette, I hear murmuring sounds coming from the pavement area. I looked closely, unable to take my gaze away from the scene. Bucky clung to Y/n's waist, smiling and giggling at her words. What is she saying? Was she purposely making him laugh? I thought, almost crudely, if I have to be honest. She gave him a gentle smile as she looked at him. That was the same expression she gave me whenever we made love in her bed. However, I could be mistaken. I had two glasses of beer today, so maybe I was overthinking it.
No.
Y/n walked towards me and smiled at me. “Hi,” she says. “I thought you were at the market?”
“Change of plans,” I replied, my voice deepening with sadness. Or anger. “You weren’t asleep?”
"I left around 8 a.m. this morning," Y/n yawned, her smile faltering as if I didn't treat her the same way. “Wait, did I do something wrong? What happened?” I wish she didn’t notice that.
“I’m just having a stressful day, that’s all.” I sighed. “Where did you guys go?”
Bucky took in before Y/n could respond. “We went to a pet store,” he said, smirking at her. “She wanted a dog so much, so we decided to talk to Steve about it.”
“Are you sure he’d like that idea?”
"Yeah," he scratched his chin. If I was given a chance to tackle him, I would. "In any case, is he here? We'd like to speak with him for a few minutes." I wanted to lie about his absence, but what was the point if they were going inside? If I don't tell a lie, Y/n will spend more time with this boy. I couldn't stand him, especially considering how much he dominates Y/n. My Y/n.
I sighed defeatedly, standing up from the ground with a pack of cigarettes in hand. I’d save this for later. “Yeah, he’s just in the kitchen.”
“Great. Thanks, Nat.”
Before I could even reply, Y/n took him to her home and left me all alone in their garden. I looked away from the scene of them laughing, wishing deep inside that I could make her laugh like that. But that could never happen, we were just a secret after all.
I lit up another cigarette before going to the market.
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YOUR POV:
“You think she’s not upset?” asked Bucky while he eats the egg sandwich that my father made for him.
“I don’t know,” I replied. That was the truth, I don’t know whether she was upset with me or not. Either way, I have to speak to her as soon as she comes back home. “Maybe she’s just having a bad day.”
“Or maybe she hasn’t been laid.”
I cringe at his words. The thought of her having sex with someone else makes my stomach churn badly, almost as if I needed to vomit the toxicity in my fluids. I looked at him briefly, then back at my sandwich that I lost appetite for. He ruined my lunch.
I replied, obviously out of my mind, "Maybe." I closed my eyes and took a bite of the bread as I visualized Natasha kissing my lips. She seemed to be everywhere, and I was powerless to let her go of my thoughts. “Natasha is a lonely woman, she doesn’t want anyone in her life.”
“How do you know that?”
“I’ve been her godchild ever since.”
“Yeah, I know that, but how do you know that she doesn’t need someone in her life?”
Because she has me.
“We’re pretty close,” I said, drinking from a glass of water near my plate. “She tells me everything.”
“Everything?”
"Why are you asking as if you need to know everything?" I've become irritated, it’s like he has to know every step I make – like a baby learning how to walk. “Me and Natasha are just close, period.”
“Does it look like I’m bothering you?”
“If you keep asking about her life, yeah.”
“Well, I’m sorry,” Bucky placed his beer on the table and hung his head low. I suddenly felt guilty for using my higher voice at him, so I reached for her wrist and comforted him – not wanting to cause another fuss. “I just… she looks at you differently.”
“How differently?” I sat up straight in my chair as my interest in our conversation grew. This did not make me feel good whatsoever. "How different, Buck?"
“I don’t know,” he sighed again, pinching his nose bridge. “It’s like whenever I would come to see you, her eyes would linger on you. On your hair, nose, everything about you. She’s…”
“She’s what, Buck?” I beg you, finish your sentence.
“She’s interested in you.”
I recall being with Bucky when Natasha was present, and I admit to catching her staring at me - almost as if she's in love with me, which I highly doubt. Or perhaps she is. We've never confessed our feelings for each other because we believe what we're doing is just for fun, if not more. Now that I think about it, maybe her lingering stares are more emotional and vulnerable, but I can't explain what I'm trying to say out of my mind.
“I don’t think that’s possible—”
He cuts me off, looking at me with a blank stare. “But she is,” he whispers. “And I don’t like it.”
“Why would it matter, though? I’m not yours.”
It stung him, and it did for me too.
"But I-" he pauses for a moment, calculating what to say, and looks to his right at the wall. He started flexing his hands as if trying to contain his rage. His assumptions would wash away like a sea if I held his hand now. But if I don't, he'll start looking into her, which I don't want to happen. “...I love you.”
I looked at him with a spacious face and sat back on the chair where I could rethink what he had confessed. Love me? I thought. How could he love me when I don’t love him back?
“W-What?”
“I love you and I hate how she has you.”
“I don’t think you’re understanding what you’re trying to say.”
"I don't love Natasha," I said quietly, my heart pounding with sadness and fear. I can't tell him about us because it would ruin my relationships with everyone. And, while it may appear selfish, I'd be alone. I couldn't even have Natasha all to myself. “Buck, can you please look at me?”
“If I look at you now, I’d never get out of your way.”
“What do you even mean by that?”
“Meaning that I’ll never leave you,” Bucky looks at me again with glistening tears in his eyes, biting his lip so hard that it might draw blood. “And if she gets in the way, I might have to hurt her.”
I shook my head, grabbed my hand, and placed it on my chest. He looks at me deeply and gets closer – until our faces are inches apart. I could feel his eyes lingering on my lips, and I begged not for him to kiss me. If he did, I’d feel guilty. I feel as if I’m hurting the one I truly love. But no one could know about my love for Natasha, not even God above.
Before he could kiss me, I watched as Natasha appeared in the scene, looking at us with wide eyes. We stared for a moment, not knowing how to react in a way that it doesn’t explode everything. But as soon as I stand up, she walks upstairs with a grudge in her heart. I’ve hurt her, I’ve hurt her, I’ve hurt her.
“See what I’m talking about?” he looks at me once again before standing up from his seat. “I’ll go home for now, there’s a party tomorrow night. I’ll meet you there.”
“Bucky, wait-”
"Make up your mind," he said, wrapping his unbuttoned yellow blouse around his torso. He walks up to the doorframe and gives me a sad smile. "You just can't love her. You know you can’t.”
Deep inside of me, I knew he was right.
I finally broke like a dam.
"I know," I said almost to myself, covering my mouth with my hand as if I'd been hit by a bus a million times, "but she's lovable."
Bucky sighs and nods, his head dropping once more.
“I know.”
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I walked inside Natasha’s room and saw her having a cigarette while sitting at the foot of her bed – She didn’t look up and saw me walking in. Instead, she said: “He knows.”
I nodded, licking both of my lips.
“Yeah, he knows.”
Natasha chuckles, scratching the back of her head and flicking her cigarette on the ashtray beside her. I didn't know what to say or do, so I stood by the door, watching her smoke herself out of her misery. How can love be so demanding? So exhausting? But I'd rather go through that with her than with Bucky, who I couldn't fall in love with.
“You love him?” she asked, her reddish eyes looking at mine. She looked so… tired.
“Nat, I don’t love him.”
“You’re only saying that because you don’t want to pity me.”
I scoffed quietly to myself, but I had a feeling that she heard me.
“I didn’t say that I want to pity you.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
What was more to say than are you in love with him? Did she not trust me with my actions? Was I not obvious enough to show my love for her? I bit my lower lip with anxiety, and whispered: “I’m not in love with him.”
“Then who are you in love with?” As I watched her stand up from the bed and walk towards me, her voice was ridged with irritation. She placed her index finger on my chest, the cigarette smoke entering my nostrils. “Tell me, malyshka.”
My thoughts of being caught raced through my mind as I began to speak. Let me be in peace, I thought to myself. Let me express, let me show her how much I love her.
“Please,” Natasha begged quietly, as she kissed the tip of my nose. “Who are you in love with?”
“Tasha…”
“It’s not that hard of a question, Y/n.”
I sighed, nodding at her statement. It wasn’t so hard, but why can’t I breathe whenever she’s in my presence?
“You.”
It took me a minute to respond to her, and I watched as her eyes glinted with the hope and desire that I'd been longing for from her. She moved her gaze up and down my face, then to my lips. I could feel her thumb running across the lower one before she kissed me with a moan.
We kissed like there was no tomorrow.
She held me from behind, her hands lowering down to my waist until I was turned around from the other side, pushing me slowly back to her bed. Natasha drew her lips away from mine with her eyes closed, whispering: “I’ve always known, baby. I just needed to hear it from you.”
We stripped naked and began passionately kissing each other as if my father wasn't at home. She kept one hand on the headboard while the other ran up and down against my ribcage, moaning every time her cock brushed up against my core. I felt her pulling away all of the sudden and looked down at my chest, which was slightly heaving – she smiled wickedly.
“You’re really beautiful,” she stated, out of breath. “I’m going to make you mine today, my love.”
That she did. Every gesture and touch she gave me that day was felt everywhere. She clung to me like a bear to its prey, grunting and whispering words I'll never understand until I let it overpower me. But I knew her words "I'm in love with you" couldn't leave my head or my soul. I felt her exploding in me, claiming me as someone she cared about and clung to. And I recall stealing every inch and every moment from her. I didn’t complain.
She lays beside me, holding my hand on her chest, as she looked at me deeply with those shrilling green eyes. She smiled, and kissed my forehead.
“I love you,” Natasha claims. “I’ve always been in love with you.”
I chuckled, resting my head against her left shoulder.
“Since when?”
“Since the day I realized I’ve fallen in love with you.”
We are both interrupted by silence, but not in an awkward way. I could feel the vibration of her humming on my cheek, which always brings me comfort and warmth. So, this is love? I asked myself in my head. It feels… good.
“Do you think Dad knows?”
She pauses for a moment before responding, "If he does, you know I'll take you away so we can be happy together."
“But what if our wants don’t meet?”
“Then I’ll let you go.”
That didn't sit right with me. The thought of her leaving and not seeing me hurts me on the inside, especially in my heart. I tightly closed my eyes, attempting to push away any negative thoughts that might arise. He'd let me love her, wouldn't he?
But knowing my father, I know he would never allow this to happen; my love for Natasha is unstoppable.
“I don’t like that,” I said. She only sighs and held me tighter in her warmth, still humming a song that I couldn’t process in my head. A person once said, if you love someone, you let them go. But is that nearly possible? Could they be wrong with their advice? She answered, “We don’t like that thought. But at some point, you do need to experience being an adult. I can’t take that away from you, especially when you’re still youthful and free. All I can do is support you and… wait for you.”
“But what if I don’t want that?” I asked, fighting back her thoughts as I looked up at her. “What if I don’t want you to let me go?”
She looked down at me and shook her head, I could feel her hand holding my jaw as she brought me closer to her face. She kissed my lips, then took a deep breath.
"I don't want to, baby girl," she admitted as she rested her brow against mine. "I really, really don't want to. I know I have to if he finds out or if you ever need to leave this relationship that we have."
I couldn't fight back because I didn't have the energy. Instead, I turned away from her, tears streaming down my cheeks. Natasha kisses my nape and holds me close, hushed and whispering sweet words to take my mind off my problems. But unfortunately, that didn’t work. I still cried that night.
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crushingonevery1 · 2 months
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Im okay (part 1)
Warning: nothing really, slight mention of anxiety, reader has a chip in her body, i think that's it
Pairings: Peter Parker x girlfriend reader
School just ended and Peter and you were sitting in detention after being caught talking in class. You were both guilty of getting detention on purpose more times than you would like to admit. Your uncle and aunt were never home during this time so you got the most freedom to spend time with Peter. And currently, they were both on a business trip and had locked the mansion basically leaving you on the streets to fend for yourself for the week. You weren't complaining tho May and Peter had very generously offered for you to live with them whenever that happened, cause it happened way too much. Your uncle would come to find you through the tracker installed in your shoulder once they were back. You were sure he knew about Peter but just didn't care or didn't find a 17-year-old too dangerous for his "asset".
You were both just exiting school and going back home when Peter got a call from Mr Stark of course you knew about him being Spiderman so after reassuring him that you will be fine and that he should hurry up, you made your way towards Peter's while he left for the avengers tower.
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At the tower, it had been a few minutes since the quinjet had landed and everyone was scattered in the living room and kitchen filling up. Peter was texting you every detail of his mission and happily smiling when you told him you were proud of him. Obviously everyone noticed that the usually talkative teen boy was smiling and blushing towards his phone and not talking to anyone or even replying when Tony called out to him. so Tony after getting ignored for the second time finally pulled out Peter's phone out of his hand looking at who he was texting.
"TONY!!" Pepper shouted clearly unimpressed.
"Relax pep I'm basically his dad" he replied very confidently looking through the texts before finally clicking on your pic. All the while Peter just sat quietly trusting Mr Stark with anything and deciding it was about time he told them about you despite you saying no.
"Who you texting kid??" asked Sam all the way from the kitchen clearly entertained knowing Tony was in for an ass-whooping later.
"umm... my girlfriend..." that got everyone's attention. It was TOO quiet for a good 2 mins before Tony finally pitched in.
"She's cute. Although I'm not sure telling her every detail of our mission to impress her is a good idea, you are not THAT ugly kid."
"WAIT WHAT!!!"spoke the one and only captain america " Peter how could you be so reckless!!". He was clearly disappointed and usually peter would instantly apologise when he saw someone upset. not this time tho, he felt the need to defend you.
"no shes not like that i swear, she would never... She's already got so much of her own stuff going on she can't and she won't."
Seeing the usually too obedient kid argue against cap everyone understand whoever you were, you were important to Peter and they will figure out whether you were a danger or not before passing anymore comments to hurt the kid. They all kept quiet and Peter was about to apologise for being rude when Scott spoke up from the couch next to him. "so hey, when do we get to meet her?? How long has it been? How'd you meet? Give us the deets kid."
Seeing all of them waiting impatiently for his answer made him a lot more calmer before he decided to answer a few questions they might have.
"Her name's y/n. She's in my maths class, and she's like super smart, like more than me. We started officially dating like a month back but we were best friends before that too. She's really close with Ned and MJ too!!" He was practically shouting out of excitement by the time he finished. They smiled widely at the whipped teenager remembering their own first loves and congratulating the spider. When everyone was done sharing their first love experiences Tony finally spoke "As much as I loved hearing about Manchurian candidate being a complete chick magnet, circling back to the exciting part of today, Underoos,when do we get to meet the spider girl?" This made Peter blush profusely before he finally spoke
"Mr stark, you know how my birthday is next week ??" At this tiny doubtfully nods, clearly dissatisfied that his question was ignored. Ignoring the expression on the older man's face Peter continues "Do you think you could throw me an early birthday party...like today?"
Completely forgetting everything at the name of a party Tony very happily replied "You got it Underoos, EVERYONE!! TONIGHT AT 8!! MY KID'S TURNING LEGAL!!"
"next week stark, the kid turns legal next week, you're not letting him drink today"
Ignoring the fight in the background between Tony and Steve everyone went back to whatever they were doing while Peter made his way to the kitchen where Sam, Bucky, Pepper and thor and loki sat. He quickly took a seat at the table dialing your number extremely excited to hear your voice.
"hey honey, did you reach home safe??" "Yes I did Pete I texted you remember?"
"Right!Is may home?" "No she went to help aunt Betty she told us yesterday at dinner"
"oh that's even better! Hey Mr stark is throwing me a birthday party tonight can you please join us it would mean the world to me" "ofc Pete anything. But...your birthday's next week isn't it ?"
By now the convo between Bucky and thor had calmed down and they were all very much listening to your conversation with zero shame.
"Yea! Yea ikr! I told Mr stark but you know him, he's so ...extravagant!!so he just wanted to have a early celebration" the lie made everyone hearing cringe very evidently but they awaited your reply not expecting you to buy that.
"right... I'll be there ofc but umm...you think u could meet me at the gate...I don't want to have to walk in among all the supers completely alone... actually nevermind I'm being a baby I'll be there, you enjoy with your frien-" "hey relax, breathe for me, I'll be coming home in a bit we'll get ready together and come to the party together don't worry, okay ? Rest well honey I'll be home in an hour"
They were superheros for godsake your unusual anxiety instead of excitement over your boyfriend's birthday was wayyyy too obvious in your voice, but there was currently a bigger issue at hand...
"YOU'RE LIVING TOGETHER?!?"
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