#oh my god your painting style is always so beautiful

[lyssaluvs]

Just Play the Part

(Luke Castellan x Fem!Dionysus!Reader)

Summary: A makeover from Silena and the Aphrodite girls gives you the confidence boost you need.

A/N: this took me so bloody long it's borderline embarrassing. also luke is so out of character it almost makes me sick but whatever. god this is so short, i'm so sorry.

Warnings: Use of Y/n, reader is described to have curly hair but that's about it.

Children of Dionysus are rare, daughters even more so. As a matter of fact, you were the only one. To your knowledge… Before you came to Camp Half-Blood, you were an only child, and when you arrived, you suddenly had a much larger family that you did before. A father, brothers, it was fantastic, it felt amazing to have the family you had always dreamed of. However, with a somewhat absent mother, apparently no sisters, and not a whole lot of friends, let alone female ones, you had had little to no feminine influence in your life. This resulted in you becoming a bit of a tom-boy. It’s not that you didn’t want to embrace your femininity, you just didn’t know how.

“Oh goodness, those curls are a mess.”

“That outfit certainly isn’t doing her any favours.”

You heard the whispers as you walked past the small group of Aphrodite girls. As a child of Dionysus, you had quite a talent for theatrics, as well as being prone to sarcastic remarks, so you just couldn’t help but snap back.

“Can I help you?” You asked the group of girls, hands on your hips with your brows furrowed.

“Actually, we were wondering if we could help you…”

---

You now found yourself sat in a surprisingly comfortable barber-style chair in the bathroom of the Aphrodite cabin.

“Sorry I got defensive; I’m not really used to talking to girls much.” You apologise to Silena once again. 

“Stop apologising! We love having a new girl to give makeovers to. And who knows, maybe this will give you the confidence boost you need to finally talk to Luke, since he’s obviously too shy to talk to you first.”

You cast your gaze downward as a warmth spread across your cheeks.

“Don’t worry, you’re not that obvious. I just have a knack for these kinds of things, comes with being an Aphrodite kid. Luke, however, is about as subtle a sledgehammer. Please don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.” She paused combing your hair to look you in the eye.

You just shrugged.

“The lingering touches when he corrects your stances, yearning stares…” She awaited your reaction and when she was met with a befuddled expression, she continued.

“Oh my god, you’re oblivious. Here’s what you’re going to do. Once we’re done here, you’re going to walk right up to him, and ask him out. There’s no way he’ll say no, so don’t try that excuse. And I’ve seen you on stage, you can certainly play an outgoing character, so if you’re going to use the shy excuse, I’ll tell you to just pretend you’re on stage.”

---

It had been almost two hours and your makeover was finally over. Your curls were healthier than ever, your nails were painted, light makeup had been applied, and you had never felt more beautiful. You looked at your outfit in the mirror, taking note of the way the new flare jeans were much more flattering than your previous daggy cargos, and your camp tee now a size smaller and no longer drowning you.

“You’re lucky orange suits you, now go get your man!” Silena pushed you out the door, giving your butt a playful smack on the way out.

---

Feeling more confident than ever you approached Luke while he was practicing his swordsmanship in front of the setting sun, alone, as he usually was at this time of day.

“Luke”

The brunette boy turned around so swiftly he almost lost his footing. He looked you up and down and swallowed heavily.

“Y/n, you look ama- “

“Do you want to go out with me?” The words shot out of your mouth before you could stop them. Regardless of Silena’s reassurance, if he did end up rejecting you, you wanted to get it over and done with as soon as possible.

His jaw dropped and he looked as though he wanted to say something, but his voice wouldn’t cooperate.  The two of you stood in silence for a few moments as you waited for an answer.

“It’s fine if you don’t. I’ll just go.” You began to turn around.

“YES! Sorry, yes, I want to go out with you. Please. I really want to go out with you.���

It seemed his voice had finally caught up with his mind.

Hmm… He’s cute when he rambles…

@elz-zalarrr this one's for you!

credit to @cafekitsune for the divider!

#percy jackson x reader #luke castellan x reader #pjo x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan #pjo tv show

[justmeinadaze]

Little Girl Gone (Steddie X You)

A/N: This is the story I mentioned yesterday! Trying something new for me but I hope y'all enjoy it. I've always found Mafia Eddie incredible sexy <3. This is an AU with a mixture of Stranger Things you will definitely recognize :). I wrote with the idea that Hawkins is a big city so keep that in mind lol

Warnings: Mafia Gangster Eddie/ Officer (slightly mean) Steve Harrington/ Doctor Fem Reader, SMUT, use of the color system, degrading if you squint, spanking, dirty talk, etc.

ANGST, Obviously (and not just because I am me lol), Eddie runs a rival gang in Hawkins and is in love with Steve (Romeo and Juliet style), Steve mentions being jumped and Eddie retaliates getting hurt in the process, mentions of murders by Eddie, Reader takes care of them both performing surgery on the gangster, guns are pulled and our boys are threatened, cliff hanger ending because I can.

Word Count: 8284

"Little girl gone, got a gun from a gangster Run little girl, run little girl, bang, ha."

“Officer Steve Harrington.”, you read from his chart as you enter the exam room before flashing him a big smile. “I’m Dr. Y/L/N. How can I help you today?”

“My, uh, Captain said I needed to come get a checkup. I was wounded in the line of duty a few days ago.”

“Oh no. I’m really sorry to hear that. May I ask what happened?”

“Does that matter?”, he snapped.

You dealt with sassy patients on the regular. It came with the territory especially in the area your office was located in. In this part of the city, your clinic usually catered to people who didn’t want to check in at a regular hospital because their name could get dinged for other offenses. You always felt like everyone deserved care so when you opened your clinic, you made sure to do what you could within the means and resources you had available. 

Officers normally never entered your building but within these past few months you had seen them more and more frequently. You had heard rumors of a new gang in the area trying to make things more…democratic…so there was less chaos in the streets but in turn that brought more of a police presence because most of the people around here hated being threatened into submission reacting violently if need be. 

Thankfully, you weren’t easily shaken so this admittedly good-looking man of the law raising his voice didn’t frighten you one bit. 

“It does if you want me to assess you properly.”

“Then why did you ask?”

“I like to be polite at first. Now, are you going to tell me what happened or should I mark in your file here that you refused to answer so your Captain can deal with you?”

Steve’s amber eyes scanned you over briefly before a small smirk painted his beautiful lips. 

“I got jumped by one of the rival gangs in the area. Beat me up pretty good.” 

Sitting in your wheely chair, you slid toward him and carefully lifted off his shirt, his face wincing as he lifted his arms. Large purple bruises were splattered along his ribs and around to his back. Just from the wounds alone, you could tell he was kicked and punched repeatedly. His face had some scratches and swelling but it looked like nothing compared to his upper torso. 

“Oh wow. I’m so sorry. Did you go to the hospital?”

“I did. They did some X-rays and shit. Thankfully nothing was broken but, obviously, moving around has been hard.”

“Beside the bruising, have you experienced any other pain? Like a sharp stabbing pain in your side or anything like that?”

“Uh, no. Just emotional pain.”, he chuckles as his eyes look past you into a memory. 

“Ok, I’ll get you some medicine I think will help as well as some cream to sooth the pain of those bruises and swelling. I’ll be right back.”

You weren’t gone long but as you were returning you could vaguely hear his voice through the door between you both. 

“Naw, she said she’s going to get me some meds and shit…Baby! Seriously, you worry too much. I’m fine… No, NO. Don’t you dare go over there or I swear God—” Hastily, he hung up his phone when he heard you knock and reenter the room he was in. “Sorry. That was my, um, my boss checking in. Just reiterated what you told me.”

“Good. Now this will help with the pain…”, you instruct as you hand him some medication before flashing him the cream. “…and this will help with the swelling. Just put this on your bruises every six hours and you’ll be good to go in no time.”

Opening the bottle, you squeeze some of the medicine in your hand, and gently rub it along his admittedly muscular abs. 

“You’re, um, going to feel it tingle a bit and feel warm but after a few moments it will cool down.”

That smirk you saw previously appeared on his lips again when he caught you staring as your hands slowly rubbed along his skin. 

“That feels really good actually. Your hands not the cream.”

“Hm. I’m sure your girlfriend touches you enough.” Steve raises an eyebrow at your insinuation. “I mean unless you call your captain ‘baby’.”

A slightly nervous sigh leaves you as the officer’s grin grows and his eyes meet yours. 

“Hm. Bad girl listening in on my phone calls. Do you always misbehave like that?”

“This is my clinic, Officer Harrington. I can do whatever I want especially when I have signs everywhere that say, ‘No Cell Phones in the Exam Room.’”

His palm abruptly takes hold of your wrist, pulling you closer to him till your nose was just above his own.

“This may be your clinic, honey, but these are my streets. I keep order here.”

“I think the gangs here would disagree.”

“Pfft, like you know anything about what goes on out there.”, he spits as he lets you go.

After throwing a scowl his way, you pretend to be preoccupied with washing your hands.

“I know that when I first moved here, the fatality rate in this area was extremely high until that new gang leader took over the Munson crew. I believe, if the rumors are correct, the new boss is actually the son of the old leader Al Munson. Since the son has taken over, oddly enough, the streets have become safer. More kids come out to play and I’ve seen less addicts in the last couple of months.”

As you dry your hands and turn to face him, you notice the hardened look on the officer’s face as he listens to you speak.

“I also know there have been more of a police presence on this side of town as well. I’ve seen a lot of innocent civilians put in ambulances or worse due to the push back of change. Tell me, Officer Harrington, which side are you on? Which gang did that to you? The Munson’s or The Carver’s?”

“I’m on the side of peace. That’s my job.”, he seethes through gritted teeth.  

“Yeah… you’re good to go, officer. Have a nice day.”, you growl in annoyance as you leave the room without waiting for him to retort.

##############

Today had been an incredibly long day. After your appointment with Officer Harrington, you had back-to-back visits from so many clients just needing a little bit of help. Your mind was racing as you and your staff did what you could but the truth was you desperately needed more funding. You were running low on supplies and the equipment you had wasn’t the best. It killed you to see your patient’s sad faces when you strongly recommended they head to the nearest hospital for certain tests that you just couldn’t provide at that time. 

Your mind was still racing as you began to gather your things to head out for the evening which is most likely why you didn’t even hear him till you exited your office and were met with a gun pointed at your face. 

“Don’t be scared. I’m not…I’m not here to hurt you. We need help.”, Steve panted with a heavy breath as the weapon shook in his hand. He was still dressed in the uniform he was wearing when you last saw him but now it was stained in blood and sweat.

“I-I-I…”

Roughly, he took hold of your bicep and dragged you to your waiting room where another man was sitting with his head leaning against the wall. You knew he wasn’t a cop because he wasn’t dressed like the man beside you but instead in an expensive looking black suit with the white button up shirt underneath his jacket now stained with red. You noticed immediately his palm was holding his side and that area of his clothing was a darker shade than all the rest. 

“I can’t help with a wound like that. He needs a hospital.”

“Oh you don’t say?”, he snarled as he tugged you to his chest. “If I could have taken him to a fucking hospital I would have! But I brought him to you, now HELP HIM!”

“Steven!”, the long-haired man grumbled as he looked your way. “Be nice. She’s just being…honest. Right, sweetheart?” He sighs when you nod and tries to get to his feet but the officer is quicker, running to his side to help him stand. “See, the thing is, princess, if I go to a hospital I’ll die anyway…because they will put me…in jail especially after they find out…what-what I did tonight.”

“What did you do?”

“That doesn’t fucking matter right now. He’s losing blood and fast!”

Swallowing nervously, you step forward to unbutton his shirt and examine the cut you found. He needed stitches as soon as possible and most likely a blood transfusion unless someone got to his wound fast enough. Gesturing them both to follow you, you power walk to an exam room and begin searching for supplies as Steve carefully places the man on the table. While he removes the bloody clothes from his top half, you prep a syringe.

“Is he allergic to anything?”

“No. What is that, that you’re giving him?”

“It’s a pain killer. It won’t be as strong as ones at a hospital but…”

As you stick the needle into his stomach just above his cut, he flinches causing Steve’s expression to flood with worry as he moves the man’s hair out of his face. After quickly cleaning the area, you let out a long sigh as you glance their way. 

“Even with the shot, this is going to hurt a lot I’m afraid. I’ll try to go as fast as I can but, officer, if you can distract him that may help.”

The man on the table chuckles as he turns his head towards his friend. 

“She keeps calling you ‘officer’. Did… you not tell her your name? Or did you… scare her too much to use it?” He cringes as he hisses once you begin sewing in his stitches. “You like to…pretend to be so badass…but we both know you’re a…sweetheart.”

“Pretend to be a badass, huh? You’re one to talk.”, Steve scolds in a light sounding tone as he softly places his forehead against his own. “Eddie, I told you not to go over there.”

“They tried to hurt what was mine…”, he growled low in his throat even making you pause for a moment before focusing again on your task. “They wanted to send a message, well, message received.”

“I could have handled it.”

Grabbing Steve’s cheeks roughly, he brings his lips to his own. 

“No one takes my things and NO ONE hurts what’s mine. You belong to me, baby, and I promised I’d keep you safe.”

Finishing his sutures, you bandage him up and wrap some gauze around his lower waist. 

“Thank you.”, he whispers exhaustedly as he extends his shaky hand towards you. “What’s your name, pretty girl?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N. You’re safe and I promise neither of us are going to hurt you. I’m Edward Munson but you can call me Eddie.” Your eyes widen as you slowly back away from them causing Steve to rise to his feet. “Ah. I see you’ve heard of me. Then you know you can trust me.”

Eddie tries to stand as well but sways before Steve steadies him. 

“You…you should be in a hospital. That wound needs to be looked after and you need to rest.”

“I can take care of him.”

“Steve…”

“No. No you can’t. That’s why you brought him to me.”, you sass in frustration as you try to display an air of confidence. Both men scan you over as they try to get a read on you as you continue. “If you refuse to go to a hospital, then give me your address and I can come—”

“No. No addresses. We can’t have you giving it to the police.”

“Oh you mean you?!”

You and Steve square off, tightening your stances as you glare at each other until Eddie laughed beside you both. 

“Brave girl with attitude. I like it.”

“I don’t. Little girl needs to be put in her place.”

“I highly doubt you’re the man to do that.”, you sass.

“Yeah well good thing there’s two of us, honey, and trust me, whatever I start Eddie can definitely finish.”

Sighing, you fold your arms as you argue with the internal dialogue inside your head. 

“You can come to my apartment but I have one condition. After he heals, I never want to see either of you again.”

Their eyes meet for a moment before Eddie finally nods. 

“You have a deal, princess.”

############

“Um, I don’t have a spare room or anything but the couch is comfortable. Just make sure to stay on your back if you can.” Eddie nods as Steve places him down and hastily begins removing the gear attached to him. “Let me grab some blankets and pillows.”

Disappearing into your bedroom, you grab any extra bedding you had and began to head their way but paused when you heard them talking. 

“Why are you being mean to her? I thought you said she took care of you.”

“She did. I just… I was worried about you. It’s my job to take care of you to, honey.”

“And snapping at the woman who’s trying to help will do what exactly?” Steve laughs through his teeth at Eddie question. “I think it’s because you like her.”

“Pfft what?”

“Oh, look at Officer Harrington blushing.”, the long-haired man teases as he reaches out to touch the boy’s face. “I know I just met her and she was busy saving my life but I can see why…”, he chuckles before wincing as he grabs his side. 

“Are you alright?”, you ask as you come back to the living room and kneel down on your knees in front of him. 

“Yeah, I’m alright. I’ve been through way worse than this.”

You take quick note of his wound before handing Steve the things you found, watching with fascination as he tosses the things for him to the side before placing the pillow on his lap and guiding the man back to lay down. 

“If, um, if you notice it bleeding through or he starts getting a fever, come and get me immediately.” 

The officer nods as he throws the blanket over Eddie and comfortingly rests his hand on his chest, his thumb gently running along the man’s tattooed skin. 

***

Your alarm goes at 4am that morning, startling you as you shoot up right. Groggily, you shuffled to your bathroom and grabbed the items Eddie would need so you could change his bandages. Both men were fast asleep when you entered the living room, Steve still clinging to him with his other hand very close to where his gun was resting on the little table you had beside your couch. 

“Mr. Munson?”, you whisper as you sit on the coffee table across from them. When he didn’t stir you couldn’t help but take the opportunity to visually take in one of the most notorious gangsters in the city. You had never seen a picture of him and he definitely wasn’t what you pictured when you heard the rumors from people in the clinic. 

He did have an air of control surrounding him but his voice and face were incredibly soft especially when it came to Steve. You heard him get upset though so you imagined that amplified out in the streets and you hoped you never met that version of him. He had a lot of tattoos painting his upper torso that seemed completely random except for the symbol of his gang that was tattooed on many other men and women you had seen previously minus the tiny initials “S.H.” inscribed within the design. 

Eddie was fairly muscular appearing more toned in his abs and upper arms. Slightly blocking your view was Steve’s massive palm over his chest, almost as if that was his way to make sure the man was still breathing. He had been exceptionally rude with you but with the gangster, he transformed before your eyes, becoming softer and listening to everything the other man said without question. They both obviously seemed to care strongly about each other which you found slightly amusing given their slight Romeo and Juliet story; one being a cop and the other a criminal. 

“Mr. Munson.”

Extending your hand, you tried gently shaking his upper shoulder and in one swift motion, he grabbed your wrist and held you tightly as he raised his fist in the air prepared to defend himself. Swallowing nervously, you froze as his intense eyes scanned your own. 

“Fuck. Fuck, I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t…” Eddie promptly let you go and winced as he sat up in front of you. 

“No, no. It’s ok. After what happened, I completely understand. I just need to check you out and rewrap your wound.”

“Would it be easier for you if we went to the table?”

“Oh, no, this is ok but I do have to turn on the light.”

Eddie follows your eyes as you glance towards Steve. 

“Trust me, it won’t bother him one bit. I don’t think he’s had a consistent night’s sleep since he was hurt.”

“How long have you two been involved?”, you ask as you begin the task in front of you hoping to distract him as well from the pain. 

“In my business or each other?”, he smirks when you breathily laugh. “Both answers are more or less the same. He had the balls to arrest me on a charge we both knew wouldn’t stick. I knew he was different when he tried to get me to flip sides and sell out my friends. Usually, cops knew better than to do that especially with me.”

The gangster paused when you tried to clean his cut, flinching as he gritted his teeth. 

“What happened? Did he take you in?”

“No, I did when I let him fuck me handcuffed in the back of his cruiser.”, he chuckled, slightly surprised when you did as well. “We’ve been watching out for each other ever since. He’s actually not as big of an asshole as he seems. Steve just has a big heart and wants to take care of everything himself. He likes to be the big, strong man, you know? That’s why he’s been so short lately.”

“What happened there? He didn’t tell me; just said he was jumped.”

“I don’t think that’s something you should know. The less we tell you the better.”

“Mr. Munson, you, a well-known Mafia style gang leader, showed up at my clinic after hours with a police officer bleeding out. I think that line has been crossed.”, you grin up at him finding his eyes watching you again. “I assume it was someone from Carver’s side. You told Steve something about them sending a message.”

“Yeah… Jason Carver isn’t exactly a fan of mine even more so since I took over. My dad was always a…shoot first ask questions later which is why he’s in jail right now. He was sloppy and greedy like Jason. I don’t want to hurt people I don’t have to.” Leaning forward, you start wrapping the gauze around him but you can’t help to inhale the strong scent of cigarettes and cologne. You don’t see it but his own head tilts slightly, inhaling your shampoo from the night before when you finally had time for a shower and the regular smells of your office that attached to your skin. 

Eddie’s lips ever so slightly grazed your shoulder that was exposed due to the tank top you were currently wearing causing you to shutter softly as you pulled back to cut the bandage. 

“Are you afraid of me, Y/N?”, he asked in a low tone that had you exhaling as you tried to maintain your composure. 

“Mr. Munson, I work in a city filled with crime and scared citizens. I don’t really have the luxury of being afraid.”

“That’s not what I asked you.” Calloused fingers reached out to grip the bottom of your chin and forced your eyes to meet his. “Even though I take no pleasure in it, I have hurt and killed people. I killed two people just last night. Carver got the idea in his head that roughing up the man I love would have me submitting to him and his whims. I’m not the submissive type and I made sure he knew that by slitting the throats of the two men that put hands on him. I don’t regret it and I’d do it again.”

“How did you get hurt then?”

“Unfortunately, Carver isn’t an idiot. He had more men appear and try to take us out. Steve showed up and someone pulled a knife… Let’s just say that someone got in a good attempt before I snapped his neck.”

The way he spoke about such violent things was so even, almost as if he could be reading from a grocery list. This was his every day and you could tell by his tone he knew it would continue to be. But there was something about him… something that made you feel safe. 

“No, I’m not afraid of you, Mr. Munson.”

“I think under the circumstances, you can call me Eddie.”

A cell phone ringing pulled you both apart but didn’t stir the man it belonged to as he continued to snore with his head leaning over the back of the couch. 

“Steve. Steven.”, the man called as he shook his arm rousing him from his deep sleep. “Your phone is ringing.”

Without opening his eyes, the officer reached into his pocket, producing his device, and placing it to his ear as he answered with gravelly “yeahs” and “mhmms”. 

“I have to go in. Someone called in about the shooting on the eastside and they found Carver’s guys.” Rubbing his eyes and as if he forgot you were there, Steve tenderly kissed Eddie’s lips before rising to his feet and putting on all of his gear once more. “Please keep an eye on him and I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“I have to go to work.” Pausing, he exhaled heavily as he turned and flashed you an annoyed look. “I have to. It would look weird if I didn’t. I’ve never missed a day but if we leave early enough…I can bring him with me and keep him in my office.”

“Is it ok to move him that much?”

As if to prove a point, Eddie rose to his feet. 

“I’ll be ok. I’m a quick healer. Don’t worry about us.”

###############

Thankfully, you didn’t have too many patients today so you were able to keep yourself locked in your office with the gangster you were attempting to hide. As soon as you brought him in, he fell asleep on your office couch, allowing you to leave him be so you could do what you needed. 

As you were reading a chart however you heard giggling in the exam room beside your office and quickly went to investigate, finding Eddie sitting next to a child on the exam table making her laugh. 

“Look, princess, you can’t trick me like that.”

“It’s thumb war! You have to be stronger.”

“Ok, best two out of three.”

“Kylie, sweetheart, what are you doing here?”, you beam trying not to startle either of them. 

“Hey Dr. Y/L/N! My mom told me to come down to see if you had any more samples of my inhaler.”

“Oh, honey. I don’t. I’m so sorry. I usually try and save one for you but I had another patient who had an emergency so I had to give it to him.”

“Why do you need an inhaler? Is it for the other people whose breath you take away because you’re so adorable?”

Kylie giggles as she turns towards Eddie and blushes. 

“No! I have asthma. My mommy brings me here to get my medicine because we can’t afford the stores.”, she sighs as her head hangs.

The man’s eyes meet your sympathetic ones before softly smiling and giving the little girl his attention again. 

“Hey. Can you keep a secret?” The small child nods in earnest making his smile widen. “Have you heard of a little convenience store called Cunningham’s Corner? It’s about a 5-minute walk from here. Go to that store and ask for Chrissy. Tell her Eddie sent you and you need an inhaler. She’ll give it to you for free.”

Kylie’s eyes widen as if this man just told her a fairytale.

“Free?”

“Mhmm. But you can’t tell anyone! Because then other people will take advantage.”

After giving him a hug, she jumps down from the table and starts to head for the door. 

“Hey! Here. Give Miss Cunningham this paper when you tell her what you need, ok?”, you instruct as you hand her a prescription with the name of what she needs. 

“Ok. Thank you, Dr. Y/L/N!”

“Thank you. That was really nice of you.”

Rising from his seat, he waddles with you back to your office. 

“It’s not a problem. I heard her coughing and crying so I wanted to make sure she was alright. Is she a regular?”

“Yeah and, unfortunately, it’s not uncommon for her to come by herself. Her mom is a single mother who works 60hrs a week trying to make ends meet. They came to me when she started having her symptoms but there’s only so much I can do here with my resources.”

“Are you underfunded?”

“Yeah. I do what I can but because of where I’m located…”

“Why don’t you move to a better location?”

“I can’t do that. I can’t leave these people. They need someone to help them since a regular clinic would immediately turn them away since a lot of them have no money or no insurance.”

“You’re a very kind woman, Y/N.”

Flashing him a smile, a knock makes you jump as you quickly get up to see who it is. 

“It’s Hawkins PD Detective Jim Hopper. I’d like to have word with you for a moment.”

Right as you scan your room, Eddie hides himself in front of you against the wall so he wouldn’t be seen when you finally open the door between you and the gentleman.

“May, uh, my we come in?”

“We?”, you ask as your eyes flick to the wide, stern eyes of Steve behind him. “What’s this about, detective?”

“I don’t know if you heard but we had a gang related fight in the area and we got some intel that Edward Munson may have been severally wounded.”

“Ok? And what does that have to do with me?”

“It wasn’t far from your clinic so we thought, maybe, you heard something or saw something?”

“What time was this?”

“Around 7-8pm.”

“My clinic closes at 6 so—”

“I mean, as a doctor though I’m sure you work late hours—”

“Not last night.” Out of the corner of your eye you see Eddie mime with his hand for you to calm down a bit and you close your eyes as you sigh before responding again. “I’m sorry, Officers. It’s just been a rough week. I left early last night to come in early this morning and do some work. I haven’t heard or seen anything but I can be on the lookout.”

Hopper nods, tilting his hat as he begins to walk away. 

“I’m just going to give her some details and information so she knows what to be on the lookout for exactly.”, Steve informs his colleague who confirms before disappearing to lean against the waiting room desk. 

Pulling out his notepad, he steps closer to you pretending to write things down. 

“Where is he?”, Steve whispers, smirking when your eyes flick to the side. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“You like it.”, Eddie murmurs. “Should we be worried?”

“No, a few of Carver’s guys are in the morgue.” 

You had seen many people come and go during your time as a physician so when the officer shook his head looking away down the hallway, you could tell he was lying. 

“What aren’t you telling him?”

Steve’s angry, amber eyes met yours as an annoyed grunt left his lips. 

“Nothing. Stay in your lane, doctor.”

“Hey.”, Eddie growled low beside you. “Watch your tone. You wouldn’t keep anything from me would you, Steven?”

“I was questioned this morning seeing as how I was jumped and then suddenly men from Carver’s gang show up dead.”, the cop sighs. “I told you not to go over there.”

You could feel the tension rising between them but you were still being watched and couldn’t risk the gangster being seen. Eddie was slipping to far in his own frustration to think that far as he began pushing off the wall to scold his partner but you quickly placed your hand on his chest lightly pushing him back down. 

“Did you get in trouble?”

“No.”, he responds to your question. “But I am being watched a lot closer hence the detective.”

“And your bruises?”

“Huh?”

“You were hurt to. Is the medicine helping at all?”

Steve’s eyes take in your face clocking in your genuine concern. 

“It is actually. Thank you.” When you smile back at his answer a tooth filled grin paints his features. “I, um, I should be done here by about 7 or so. I’ll head to your place, come get him, and then…we’ll be out of your hair.”

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“Ok, so, make sure to keep this clean and if you find yourself in any excruciating pain or like I told Steve if you get a fever come back to me so I can take a look.”

“Hm. I thought you never wanted to see us again.”, Eddie teased as he carefully put back on the shirt you gave him. 

“I don’t but that doesn’t mean I want you to get sick or die or whatever.”

The gangster’s smile grew as he watched you blush. 

“How come you don’t have a boyfriend or husband or whatever?”

“What makes you think I don’t?”

“Because if you were our girl, there’s no way I would have gone two days without calling or checking in and I’d definitely have something to say if I found two men sleeping here.”

“Our girl?”

“Oh, sweetheart. Any woman I date is with Steve as well and most can barely handle my attitude and temper let alone both of ours.”

“You seem nice enough to me.”

“I can be mean when I want to be.”

“I’m always busy…to answer your question. A lot of relationships I’ve had can’t handle my schedule.”

“Hm, I understand that. Steve and I have conflicting schedules all the time.” Eddie’s eyes watch you as you gather the trash from cleaning his cut and head towards the trashcan to avoid his gaze. “But we make time for each other. That’s what you do when you care about someone.”

“Yeah, well, I guess no one really cares about me.”, you sassily smirk as you sigh and wash your hands in the sink. 

Feeling the energy shift, you turn coming chest to chest with the man himself.

“I care about you. Steve cares about you.”

“I’m pretty sure Officer Harrington hates me.”, you giggle but it tapers off when his face remains stoic.

“He doesn’t. He wouldn’t have brought me to you if he didn’t trust you.”

“You don’t know me, Eddie.”

“I know enough.” 

Shaking your head, you laugh again trying to lighten the intense atmosphere as you begin to walk back towards the living room but his hand promptly grabs your bicep and moves you till your standing in front of him once more. 

“You saved me and helped him. I just watched you all day take care of people who can’t normally afford care. You have a kind heart and you’re extremely beautiful. Do you know that? Do you know how beautiful you are?”

A knock on your door startled you but not him as he continued to stare down at you waiting for an answer. Silently, you allowed Steve entry who immediately took in your rattled appearance. 

“Everything ok?”

“Mhmm. I was just asking Y/N if she knew how beautiful she was.”

His gorgeous, honey hues widen slightly as if he was surprised before turning his attention back to you. 

“You know you are, right?”

“I-I think you both should leave.”, you whisper with little to no confidence in what you were saying. 

“Is that what you want?”, he mused as he strolled further into your apartment. “Because we can leave right now and like you asked, disappear from your life forever. Or, maybe, you can let us thank you properly.”

“I thought you didn’t like me…said you wanted to put me in my place.”

They both chuckle making your face turn a deep crimson in embarrassment.

“Baby, that doesn’t mean I don’t like you. It just means that I think I’d have a lot of fun playing with you.”

“Playing with me?”

Steve subtly nods his head as Eddie slowly moves closer to the living room where you two were standing. 

“Teasing you, kissing you, taking care of you…taking control of you and your gorgeous body till you’re begging me to let you cum.” Tilting his head, his eyes meet yours as his fingers caress your face. “When’s the last time you had someone take care of you?”

The other man comes up behind you, sandwiching you between them as he gently places his palm on your stomach under your blouse. 

“I asked you something, honey.”

“It’s been a while.”, you jest making Steve smirk as Eddie stepped closer to you till your back was to his chest. His hand continued to run along your skin with his fingers just barely floating under the waistband of your pants before coming back up to rub your stomach. “I’m scared.”

Everyone freezes in place at your words but as the gangster tries to drop his hand, you quickly catch it and hold it in place back on your tummy. 

“Of us?”, he asks.

“I don’t want to get in trouble.”

Resting his head on your shoulder, his palm wonders again this time going further as you feel him slide into your underwear and cup his hand around your heat. 

“You won’t, sweetheart. I promise, you’re safe with us. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

“And neither will I. I can protect you from getting in any kind of trouble with the law or anything like that. You have two men here who control both sides of the coin…” As Steve’s voice dropped into a more and more seductive register, Eddie’s lips gently pecked your shoulder and up to your neck as his finger graze your clit while gliding them through your folds.

“You just need to let go and let us control you.”

“Fuck.”, you groaned as he slid two of his digits into your core.

“Is that a yes?”, Steve chuckles sassily as he watches your eyes close as you lean your head against his boyfriend.

“I think so, Harrington, because pretty girl here is just dripping all over my hand.”

“Yeah? We need to hear her say it though. Do you want us to take care of you tonight, honey?”

“H-He—mmm—Eddie can’t with his…with his cut.”

“Oh trust me, Y/N, that won’t be an issue. Now answer my question, please.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want you to take care of me.”

As if they could read each other’s minds, Eddie’s hand slipped out of your pants and Steve picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and carried you to your bedroom. 

“Ow! Something in your vest is stabbing me, Officer Harrington.”, you giggle before he tosses you onto your mattress. 

“Sorry. I forgot to take this stuff off. I was blindsided by a stupid question when I came in.”, he grinned as he began removing his equipment and placed them on your bedside table. 

Eddie carefully climbed in and you hastily set up pillows so he could lean back comfortable against your headboard. 

“Thank you. I don’t think that question was ever answered. DO you know how beautiful you are?”

“Sometimes I need reminding.”, you sigh as your nervous eyes meet his soft ones. 

“We can do that, sweetheart.”

Taking hold of your cheeks, he brought your lips to his and your body ignited with an electricity you had never felt before as his lips carefully but firmly mingled with yours. Steve’s laugh echoed through your room as he looped his arm around your waist and pulled you away from the gangster to bring you in front of him at the edge of the bed. 

He had taken off his shirt and out of habit as a doctor you scanned his bruises to make sure he was ok. Clocking your care once again, his fingers gripped your chin and brought your mouth to his own.

“It’s ok. I’m still a bit sore but you helped me a lot.”

As he continued to kiss your lips, you allowed him to undress you making him pause when you were fully naked in front of them. 

“Jesus Christ.”

“I told you, princess…beautiful.”, Eddie grinned.

Smiling widely at their compliments, your hands roamed Steve’s chest, kissing a trail along the way till you reached his belt and fumbled with the barrier before fully pushing down his pants. You gasped when his cock sprang free causing them both the chuckle again as you practically gapped at the size. 

“I know. It was a shock to me to.”, the gangster teased as the officer stuck out his tongue playfully. 

“You liked it. And I promise, honey, you’ll like it to.”

Gripping the base, he held his mushroom tip towards your lips and moaned when your tongue darted out to lick the small beads of precum that had begun to leak. Steve pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail so he could watch as you slowly wrapped your mouth around him and gradually began bobbing your head.

 “Shit. Atta girl. Flatten that tongue. J-Just like that.”

Another set of hands softly ran down you back and over your ass before the cool sting of metal hit your behind. 

“Did you like that, pretty girl? Did you like Eddie spanking you?”, the officer asked when you moaned loudly. 

Fingers glided ever so slightly through your pussy lips and even you couldn’t deny hearing the squishy sound of your slick that obscenely filled your bedroom. 

“Oh Stevie. She definitely enjoyed that.”

“Yeah? You like it a bit rough, little girl?”

Eddie guided his middle and ring fingers inside of you eliciting a mewl from your throat that had the man inside of your mouth grunting with pleasure. 

“Fuck. I think…I think you can take me a bit deeper.”

Thrusting his hips a bit, you gag around him spilling drool and spit down his length as you mentally take note of the fact that that wasn’t all of him you choked on. 

“Come on, honey, take more. I know you can, baby.”

Tears stream down your face as you try but barely take more of him in. Gripping your jaw, he pulls out of your mouth and leans his face in front of yours as his eyes search yours. 

“Green, good. Yellow, slow down. Red, stop. What color are you at, Y/N?”

“Fuck… green.”

“Ok, then why are you crying? We haven’t even fucked you yet.”

“I-I-I wanna take more. I want to make you feel good to.”

You heard your tone as it came out of your mouth but you barely recognized it. You sounded like a child who was told she couldn’t play outside because it was raining. What was it about these men that transformed you in this way? In relationships or even one-night stands, you never cared about this kind of thing. Usually, men never complained and you were never fully satisfied after they left resorting to your vibrator to get you the rest of the way. 

But for whatever reason, you wanted to impress them. You desperately wanted them to feel good because some part of you had a feeling that they were going to do the same for you. 

Steve’s eyes softened as Eddie’s fingers slowed inside of you. 

“Be nice to her, babe. She’s got a good heart and she did take care of us.”

“Can you keep your mouth open for me, pretty girl?” He grins when you nod your head, wiping your tears with his thumb before kissing your cheek. “And you are making me feel good. Your mouth feels fucking amazing.”

You beam with pride as you do what he asked, whimpering when Eddie began building you up again. 

Holding your head still, Steve guided his cock back between your lips, doing the slow thrusts he was doing before as you kept your mouth closed around him. Your eyes squeezed shut as his pace began to quicken, his tip occasionally hitting the back of your throat. 

“There you go, baby. T-That’s it. See? Doing—fuck—doing so well. Now, stay still.”

As he began fucking your face, the gangster matched his pace making you groan as obscenities flowed from the officer’s mouth.  

“Shit. Take it, little girl. That’s right. You love the taste of my cock in your throat, don’t you?” Reaching over you, his hand calm down hard on your ass and your palm pushed at his legs signaling you needed air. “Are you gonna cum? Ask him, Y/N. Ask Eddie if it’s ok.”, he commanded as he forced your head towards the other man. 

“Eddie, please. Please… can I…”

“Yeah, princess. Cum on my fingers.”

You collapsed as you came, moaning loudly into the mattress as you tried to catch your breath. You weren’t given much time however as Steve manhandled you till you up on your hands and knees again with your face hovering over the bulge in the other man’s pants. 

After unbuckling his belt, he pushed them down just enough to free his own cock from his denim confinement and you didn’t hesitate as you wrapped your tiny hands around his thick girth. Hands clung tightly to your waist and you braced yourself when you felt Steve collect some of your arousal with his length before gradually pushing into your entrance. 

“Oh, fuck me.”

“How does she feel, Harrington?”

Your eyes fluttered closed as you tried to focus on the man in front of you, letting a long glob of spit land on his tip as you stroked it with your hand. 

“S-So…So fucking tight.” His palm came down on your ass and you groaned as he continued to push further inside of you. 

“I like my view here. Make—mmm—make sure you fuck her nice and deep. Beautiful girl deserves it after everything she’s been through.”

“Oh, don’t worry, honey. I plan on ruining this little pussy.”

Eddie chuckles as he watches Steve lick his lips as your cunt tightens around him at his words. 

“What about you, princess?”, he murmurs as he tenderly pets your head.

“He’s…so BIG.”

“Yeah, he is. Does he feel good?” You nod as your head hangs and he promptly grabs your jaw forcing you to look his way. “Say it.”

“Fuck, Steve, you feel so fucking good!”

“That’s a good girl.”

You mewled when you felt him bottom out, his hips connecting with yours, allowing you to feel every inch before he pulled back and slammed back into you. Eddie’s mouth fell open as you bobbed your head on his cock. While he wasn’t as big as his boyfriend, he was definitely thicker and you felt like your mouth was full of him. 

He was much gentler with you, continuing to play with your hair and mutter praises as Steve pounded into you, rocking you further down the gangster’s length as you choked and spit around him. 

“God, honey, this pussy is too…fucking…good.”, Steve grunted, smacking his lower half into yours between each word. Leaning over you, he rolled his hips, pushing him impossibly deeper into your cunt as your eyes rolled back. “His dick tastes amazing, doesn’t it? Mmm—fucking love when he shoves it down my throat.”

Moving out of his way, Steve envelopes Eddie into his mouth making the gangster moan as he extends his hand to tangle in his hair. As his boyfriend continued to fuck you, your own groans vibrated against the long haired boy’s balls driving him crazy as he growled through his clenched teeth. 

“Fuck! You’re both so fucking sexy. That’s it, baby boy, take my cock.”

After pumping his hips a few times, Eddie let him go and Steve pushed up onto his knees pounding into you till you were seeing stars. Taking the man’s length in your mouth again, you mimicked the other boy’s movements trying to keep a steady pace as you hurdled towards the edge. 

“A-Are you about to cum? Fuck, Y/N, you better fucking ask one of us, little girl, if you want to fucking cum!”

Your glassy, needy eyes met the chocolate ones of the man in front of you, pleading as you began to shake.

“Ask, Y/N.”

“Please, Eddie! Please, I need to cum!”

Taking a hold of your hair, he firmly tugged you till your face was fully visible. A small smile flickered across his lips, watching you struggle till he finally nodded granting you permission. 

Steve reached around and took hold of your throat, lifting you till you were pressed against him, squeezing you tightly as he fucked you through the most intense orgasm you had ever had. 

“Good girl. Good fucking girl. Are you on the pill?”, Steve roughly growled in your ear, his rhythm and intensity increasing when you said yes. “Good because I’m going to fill up this pussy and you’re going to take it like a good little girl. You’re going to take everything I give you and be fucking thankful.”

He grunted in your ear as he held your lower half against him as he rolled his hips aggressively, pumping his release into your cunt.

“Steve.”, Eddie called in a firm tone you barely heard through your haze.

“Excuse me, honey.”

Carefully, he pulled his softening cock out of your aching hole and gently laid you on your side before crawling up the gangster’s legs and taking him into his mouth. You watched with hooded eyes as his boyfriend took him all the way down his shaft, massaging his balls with his palm, as Eddie groaned.

“That’s my good boy. You wanna swallow my cum?”

Steve nodded as his eyes met his own and with a few thrusts of Eddie’s hips, his head fell back as he released his spend down the man’s throat. After sharing a soft but passionate kiss, they turned their attention to you.

“Are you ok, babe? Do you need anything? Water?”

“Will you lay with me?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, of course.”

You didn’t even hesitate when you scoot to Eddie’s side and wrapped your arms around your stomach, placing your head on his chest. The last thing you remember is feeling warmth behind you and the sound of Steve’s steady breathing on your skin before you fell asleep.

***

“DID YOU SERIOUSLY THINK THERE WOULD BE NO CONSEQUENCES?!”

Your head shot up when you heard shouting in your living room. Eddie and Steve were missing but the voice you heard definitely wasn’t theirs. Quickly throwing on the officer’s shirt you listened as the voice continued.

“Did you really think you could come on to our territory, break into one of our stash houses, and kill a bunch of our guys?”

“I think the real question you should be asking is how easy it was for me and my guys to break in.”, Eddie responded angrily. 

“Shut the fuck up, trailer trash! You think because you moved out here and took over Al’s business, you’re different but you aren’t. You’re still that garbage that he left behind with his brother before you suddenly decided you wanted in. Ah ah ah! Don’t make me shoot you, Steve. I have no problem killing a law man.”

“If you’re not here to kill us, Andrew, then what do you want?”, Steve spat.

Glancing quickly around the room, you realize his gun was still in its holster near your nightstand and as quietly as you could pulled it from its home. Tip toeing out into the hallway, you held it in front of you as you peaked around the corner. 

The person you didn’t recognize had his back to you as he pointed his own pistol at Eddie and Steve who both had their hands raised where he could see them. 

“Jason just wants Edward so we can make an example of him and what happens when you cross the Carvers.”

“I think you underestimate the Munsons, Andy.” Slowly, you creeped up behind him, praying he wouldn’t turn around. “Unfortunately for you, I’m not going anywhere. I hope Jason understands that this wasn’t a good move.”

“Yeah well, you can tell him yourself. Now come on or I will shoot him.”, Andrew threatens as he points his weapon Steve.

“Not if we shoot you first.”

At Eddie’s words, you cock the gun and pull the trigger.

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headcanons: marriage and domesticity with acotar characters ♡

↳ includes rhysand, feyre, azriel, cassian, morrigan, lucien, tamlin, and amren. unfortunately, those are the only characters i know well enough to write for but more will come in the future!

↳ fluff to the max and then more fluff. children, pregnancy, marriage, family, home dynamics.

rhysand:

-strives to have a very welcoming, comforting home. buys luxurious throw pillows from stories in velaris even though you scold him for each one he adds to his already huge collection. he just wants every surface to feel comfortable so he also buys the best mattresses and couches and will spend hours in a store picking them.

-loves to have an occasional meal cooked entirely by your family. he puts on a silly apron and dances around the kitchen, sprinkling spices willy-nilly. "accidentally" gets food on your cheek which he will happily kiss away.

-feels so proud to have his own family that loves each other unconditionally and would do anything to protect that. you and your kids are the most important thing to him and he could be a very scary person if he ever feels that you're being threatened. is much more careful in his day-to-day life because he knows that there are people who wait on him to come home.

feyre:

-if you were pregnant, feyre would be as caring as she could be. she'd wait on you hand and foot and massage anything that hurt. she'd find you the best calming and soothing lotions for your tummy. every so often, she'd lay on your tummy and tell your kid all the the great things they'll be born into.

-feyre's paintings all over the house :(( she has a little art studio which is constantly messy but you proudly hang everything she does in special little spots everywhere. she loooooves doing portraits of you and the two of you together.

-her life is already very grand so she loves nothing more than having a peaceful night indoors with you. she holds out for the weekends when you can sleep in, cuddle all day, and read together. she makes the best teas and surprises you with them on cozy sunday mornings!

azriel:

-his home is immaculate, cleaned spotless, and a little minimalist. if this isn't your style, he will gladly give you the ability to decorate the space as long as it's clean. azriel scrubbing the kitchen in bright latex gloves is not a rare sight. he just likes the comfort it brings him after the gory things he does for his job.

-he gets you the prettiest, most personalized engagement ring ever. he listens to you so closely and is so attentive that he knew exactly what you would like. he had it designed by a jeweler in velaris and it's probably engraved with something incredibly sentimental.

-he loves matching clothes in the privacy of his home! like matching silk pajama sets? yes please! listen, i've said it before and i'll say it again, azriel lives for the fancier things in life and he just wants to share that with you! he encourages you to wear the same soft and comfortable pajama pants that he is.

cassian:

-destroys the house with his kids! makes a big mess while playing with them. like pillow fights and paints and water and intense acting with toys. you continuously scold him for it and he always cleans up all nice but he can't help it! he just wants to give his kids the most fun childhood ever.

-would lose his SHIT if his kids had wings oh my god. wants to show them how to fly and take them on flights above beautiful landscapes. is probably the dad to push the kid into the water to get them used to it and this applies to flying. "it's just how illyrians learn, baby!" "he's not even a full illyrian!"

-his house is colorful and full of memories everywhere. pictures of the inner circle, of you, of the kids, anyone. keeps anything his kids make him. keeps any gift you give him. tapes notes and invitations to the fridge. he's just so sentimental like that!

morrigan:

-cried like a baby at your wedding. no matter if you walked down the aisle or if she did, she was crying instantly. rhys nudged her shoulder and cassian and azriel laughed at her afterward but you only smiled at her and helped her touch up her makeup!

-is a little hesitant to begin a family. it's more to do with her past and her family than anything else. she doesn't want to give anyone that power over her. if you are really excited about starting a family, she would certainly hear you out and if it did happen, she'd be the best mother ever.

-comes home to you with gifts every day. you keep telling her you don't need them but you gotta let her spoil you! one day it is a new ring that perfectly matches the stone in your engagement ring and that you should totally put on your right hand pointer finger because it would look best!

lucien:

-would totally thrive with a big family. like he would know everyone's interests, what they're up to, their friends, their food preferences, everything. gives them all equal attention and can wrangle them all together with expertise.

-i feel like he really loves showers and baths with you. like unless he was super stinky or unless you were gone, he would just not shower unless it was with you. he loves the intimacy and the closeness it brings!! and he loves washing your hair for you or brushing it or braiding it for you!

-one of his hobbies is mixology! i can't explain it but just imagine lucien having this home bar cart with all kinds of syrups and fancy alcohols and he cares about the dates on them and pairs the perfect wine with his meals! you can give him any three words that'll describe the drink you want and he'll mix it all up and it will taste amazing!

tamlin:

-GIRL DAD! imagine him taking her out to buy dresses for anything she needs, putting little flowers in her ear when they go on walks together, doing tea parties with her. tell me you don't see this. i dare you.

-usually gets up pretty early to go and do his high lord duties but he will come and check on you throughout the day, giving you kisses and treats and notes! he always wants to spend meals with you and will stop anything he's doing if alis tells him that you're ready to eat lunch! you've never seen a man set the table faster and pat the seat next to him.

-any room in the house that you want will be yours! if you want one of the guest bedrooms to be turned into a craft studio, done. if you want a section of the library dedicated to romance books, done! i'm serious when i say he'd give you anything you want to make sure his home is just as comfy for you as it is for him.

amren:

-values alone time just as much as she values time with you. she likes when the two of you can spend time inside doing your own thing but then can come back together at night and talk about your days! she's not ashamed to ask if she can spend the night in her bed because she's had a long day! but she's always reassuring you that it has nothing to do with you so you don't worry!

-probably isn't a very big kid enjoyer but wouldn't mind adopting someone older! or, even better, a cat! amren would spoil the hell out of a cat that you raise together. "am, i don't think she needs another sweater. she doesn't like wearing them anyway." "but this one says be paw-sitive!"

-people don't believe you when you talk about how soft and sweet amren is when you're at home! they don't think that she's capable of hugging you tight and covering you in kisses but she is! she's a private gal and you respect that entirely! but you also can't help telling mor about all of the sweet things she whispers to you as you're falling asleep.

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Date With Your Lieutenant

Simon Ghost Riley X Afab Reader

Note: This is my first smut, so it's not as good as I'd like it to be. Apologies if it isn't good!

As always, if there's anything you'd like me to write, feel free to send a request!😊

Warnings: swearing, p in v sex, oral (m and f receiving), fingerings, cream pie----MDNI!!!

To say that you were nervous was an immense understatement. You found yourself pacing around your bathroom, constantly checking back to your reflection in the mirror. You were wearing minimalist makeup, had loose curls cascading down your the middle of your back, and had a floral blouse with tight jeans on. Every time you looked back to your reflection, you ended up touching up your makeup or fixing a stray hair. Any minute now, your Lieutenant would arrive at your home to pick you up for a date.

You and Ghost had danced around each other's feelings for nearly the entirety of your years working together. Both of you had mutual feelings for each other, but neither one of you had the courage to act on it. Until one night, when he had a little liquid courage (and Soaps incessant pestering), Ghost decided to make his move and ask you out on a proper date.

A knock at your front door had pulled you from your thoughts. If you were nervous before, that paled in comparison to how you were feeling now. It's just Ghost, you thought to yourself. I have no reason to be nervous. However it was not Ghost who was standing at your door, it was Simon Riley, someone who hadn't shown himself to you fully, save for the small moments here and there throughout your working relationship.

You walked to your front door, and wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans. "Grow a pair, Y/N." You told yourself, as you opened the door.

The sight that welcomed you, had melted your insides. Simon was standing in front of you, in a nice sweater, jeans and combat boots. What had really got you, was the fact that he wasn't wearing a mask. You had yet to see him without his signature balaclava, but you were not disappointed in the slightest. His light brown hair had been styled neatly, his face cleanly shaven. He had freckles that littered his slightly crooked nose, and his eyes were even more stunning now that they were unobscured by the black paint he usually wore.

"You alright? You look as if you've seen a ghost." Simon's cheeky remark had pulled you from admiring his features.

"Heavens, Riley. If that's your opening line, I'm in for quite the night." You rolled your eyes playfully, your nervous giggle betraying the confidence you were trying to convey.

" 'm teasing love, you look beautiful by the way." He said bashfully, as he stretched his hand out to you. In your deep admiration of his features, you had failed to notice he was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand the entire time.

"Oh! They're so pretty, Simon. Thank you!" You exclaimed, grabbing the bouquet from him. You had never been given flowers on a first date before, and needless to say, you were even more enamored with the man in front of you because of it. "Soap had lied to me, said you looked like E.T. under your mask."

Simon had let out a hearty laugh at your statement, as your eyes widened at what you just said.

"Oh my God! I didn't mean to say that. It was a joke on his part, but saying it out loud sounds so insensitive, I'm so sorry."

"I ought to ring Johnny's neck for that one, haven't I." Simon waved away your apologies, with a shit eating grin on his face.

"You and I both." You agreed. "Come in! I'll go put these beautiful flowers in a vase, and we can head out?"

"Sounds good." He hummed, as he walked into your flat. As you went into your kitchen, Simon took in his surroundings. Your flat wasn't small by any means, but it was undeniably cozy. You had updated furniture and appliances, pictures of family and friends lining the walls, and it appeared to him that you took very good care of your home.

"It's not much, but it's home. My friend always does a great job looking after it when I'm on duty." You said softly as you entered the living room, noticing him looking around.

"It's nice. It's exactly what I'd expect your home to look like." Simon replied, turning around to meet your eyes.

"I hope that's a compliment?" You giggled.

"Of course it is. Shall we head out?" He asked, offering you his arm.

You nodded meekly, taking his arm. A blush had come to heat your cheeks as you were reminded again, that you were about to go on a date with the man you've been in love with for years.

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Simon had taken you to a small fancy Italian restaurant about 15 minutes from your flat. You were frankly shocked that he had chosen this place, as it was often incredibly busy, and nearly impossible to get a reservation unless you booked a month in advance.

He had proven himself to be the utmost gentleman, as he held open your car door, held the front door open for you, and had even pulled your chair out for you inside the restaurant.

After you had both ordered your drinks and food, you found yourself staring at Simon with a smile on your face. You were still in awe of how he looked without the mask, and you couldn't deny you were even more attracted to him than you had been before.

"Stare any longer, and your eyeballs may just fall out." Simon chided, earning a chuckle from you.

"Sorry, I can't help it. You're quite handsome." You replied, nervously tucking a hair behind your ear.

"That so? What would you have done if I looked like E.T., as Soap called it?" He joked, his playful tone drawing a smile to your face.

"Well, then I would've said it's a good thing I liked you for your personality first."

"I've been told my personality is.. lacking some desirable traits."

"Well they just haven't got to know the man beneath the mask. I'm sure anyone who sees what I do would be as pleasantly surprised as I was when I first started peeling back some of those layers. I'm excited to see what else I can learn about you." You admitted, taking a sip of your wine.

Simon smiled at your admission, as he reached across the table to stroke your hand with his thumb. “I’m just glad you’re giving me the chance to show you.”

“So what do you get up to, when you’re on leave?” You asked.

“Little bit of this, a little bit of that.I usually do some housework for my neighbors, like to go to the local farmers market every once in a while. I suppose my life outside of work is pretty mundane.”

“Anything is mundane compared to what we do on the field. You’ll have to take me to the farmer’s market one day, I’ve always wanted to go to one.”

“Sure. The one by my place always has a great selection, depending on what you’re looking for.”

“I don’t know why, but it’s hard to view you walking around a farmer’s market.” The thought had made you giggle.

“Oh, let me tell you. The old ladies there love me.” He grinned.

“Now that I have to see. Simon Riley being doted on by little old ladies.” You covered your mouth to stifle your amusement.

“What about you?” He asked.

“Oh! Well, I consider myself pretty crafty. I’ll knit, I paint sometimes when I have an itching to do it. Usually I just try to surround myself with friends and family.” You said, as the waitress came over with your food.

“Ah, forgot about your crafty side. Never thanked you properly for fixing my mask a few weeks ago.” Simon said.

“I think this is thanks enough. This food looks great, I can’t believe you got a reservation here! It’s been here for years, and I’ve never had a chance to try it, it’s always too busy.” You replied, your mouth watering looking at the pasta in front of you.

“I have my ways.” He chuckled, meeting your inquisitive gaze.

“Oh now I have to hear this!” You laughed.

Dinner had gone on for what felt like hours, conversation flowing naturally for the two of you. The small tidbits that Simon had given you about his personal life had you falling harder for the man than you had anticipated you would, especially after your first official date. Once you both had had your fair share of food and drink, Simon had driven you home. During the ride, you had shown him a few different bands you were into, and he had made a mental note to try listening to them on his own.

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As you walked up to your doorstep, you turned to Simon with a small smile. "I really had a nice time tonight Simon. I'm glad we did this, really."

"That makes two of us, love." He bowed his head, trying to hide the redness in his cheeks at your words. "I'll see you soon?"

"Absolutely, I'd love that. You still owe me a trip to that farmers market." Your smile grew bigger at his shyness.

He gave you another nod, and returned your smile, then turned back to walk to his truck.

"Simon?"

He turned around at the mention of his name, meeting your sheepish stare. "Yeah?"

"I thought first dates usually end with a kiss." You said softly, so softly Simon was glad he was actually able to hear it.

Simon's smile had grown ten times at your comment, and he strode up to you, your faces inches apart. "That so?"

"I mean, only if you want. I don't want to for-" you were cut off by Simon's lips pressing against yours. His lips were rough, but the kiss was surprisingly gentle. Once you had regained your senses, you reciprocated the kiss and wrapped your arms around Simon's neck.

"I've been wanting to do that for awhile, just trying to be a gentleman." He said as he pulled away breathless.

"Well lucky for both of us, I'm no gentleman." You replied, shocking yourself at your sudden confidence.

Simon looked at you with the cheekiest grin you'd ever seen on him, and he pulled you back into a kiss. The kiss was deeper this time, as he grabbed onto your hips and pulled you closer. Your arms which were still around his neck had squeezed together, and your hands had moved to his hair, threading the strands softly.

As the kiss continued, Simon's hands started to move slowly down to your backside, and he lightly squeezed the flesh there. "Perhaps we should go inside, don't want to give my neighbors a show." You said breathlessly, pulling away for just a moment to look Simon in the eyes, hoping he'd pick up on your hint.

"As you wish m'lady." He said, grabbing the backs of your thighs and lifting you into his arms.

You squealed in delight, wrapping your legs around his toned midsection, as he walked into your flat closing the door behind him.

The two of you had resumed your heated makeout, pulling away only to instruct Simon where your bedroom was.

He gently tossed you on your bed, smirking slightly as he watched your form bounce a few times from the impact.

"Are you gonna stand there and stare at me, or are you going to come over here and kiss me again." You said, still shocked at the confidence that was emitting from you. You weren't sure it was the wine flowing through your system, or the fact that you were desperate for Simon to touch you.

"Someone's bossy, maybe I should make you wait." He chided, climbing over your form on the bed.

"Please, Simon." You looked up at him, your eyes not betraying the lust you were feeling.

"Since you asked so nicely." He cooed, leaning down to capture your lips in his. You wrapped your arms around his neck again pulling him down closer to you. Simon took the opportunity to run his tongue along your bottom lip, and you had opened your mouth to allow his tongue to slip in. As the kiss deepend, his hand slid from your head, down to your clothed breast and gave it a squeeze. You threw your head back and let out a soft moan at the contact.

"Y/N, love. I need you to look at me, and tell me that you want this." Simon said, the sternness in his voice grabbing your attention immediately.

"Simon, yes. I want this. I want you." You begged, looking deeply into his dark brown eyes.

Seeing that there was nothing but the truth in your eyes, Simon lifted your form slightly off the bed to remove your shirt, leaving you in your bra and pants. He leaned down and kissed the valley in between your breasts, using both hands to palm at each breast. You arched your back, whimpering slightly at his touch, and he slid his hands behind your back to unclasp your bra.

“Fucking hell, you’re perfect.” He mumbled as he threw the bra into a random corner of your room. He bent his head down, and latched his mouth onto your breast, while his hand massaged at the other. He gave your nipple a soft bite, and promptly moved onto your other breast, continuing the same movement he had on the other.

Your hands latched onto his head, as you struggled to keep your composure at his actions. He moved his head back up to nip lightly at your neck, and you were sure it would leave a mark by morning. Satisfied by the mark forming on your neck, Simon slowly moved his way down your body, kissing every inch of exposed skin he could. When he got to the waistband of your pants, he looked up at you, his eyes far darker than they were a bit ago.

“May I?” He asked, his fingers lightly tracing the skin above your pants. You simply nodded in response, giving him the okay to continue.

He smiled at this, and started to unbutton your jeans, moving them slowly down your legs, leaving you in the lace underwear you had put on only hours earlier. You weren’t expecting for this to happen tonight with Simon, but you were glad you threw these on as a just in case.

“Cute.” He chuckled, admiring the panties. He hooked his fingers on the band of them, and proceeded to pull them off of you, leaving you completely bare to him.

You suddenly grew shy, as you were completely naked, and he was still fully clothed. You subconsciously squeezed your thighs shut, and your heart rate increased tenfold.

“Nuh uh. None of that. You are beautiful Y/N. Let me show you that.” He spoke, as he came up to give you a soft kiss.

You unclenched your thighs, and took a deep breath, letting him look at you. “Fucking beautiful thing you are.” He said quietly, moving to lay in between your legs.”You’re so wet for me already.” He kissed the inside of your thighs, making you grow even wetter by the second. You looked down to see his eyes already on you, and the moment you made eye contact with him, he pressed a kiss to your core.

“S-Simon.” You gasped, throwing your head back onto your pillows.

Pleased with your response, Simon ran his tongue alongside your folds, painstakingly slow, savoring your taste. “Jesus, you taste amazing.” He groaned. He then picked up his pace, licking at your heat fast, not giving you a second to breathe. Your back arched from the sensation, prompting him to put an arm on your midsection to hold you still.

“Oh my god, feels so good.” You cried, throwing your hands into his hair and tugging. Simon groaned at this, and moved a finger down to your core, to stroke your folds as he caught his breath.

“Yeah? I won’t stop then.” He said with a cheeky grin, slipping his slender finger in you, as his mouth latched back onto your clit with a fervor he didn’t have before. Between the movement of his tongue on your clit, and his finger pumping into you, you were seeing stars. You had never felt this good just having someone go down on you, no, Simon knew what he was doing. He was unraveling you with just his mouth and finger.

The closer you felt yourself to release, the harder you fought against Simon’s hold. The pace he had set was brutal, it was like this was his first meal in years, and he couldn’t get enough. The noises that your pussy was making, mixed with the sounds of his mouth were obscene, and was pushing you closer to your first orgasm of the night. It amazed you that this was your first time with him, and yet he knew exactly where the right spots were for you. His tongue relentlessly flicking your clit, and his finger curling at just the right spot to make your brain go blank.

Just as you were focusing on trying to last a little longer to enjoy the sensation, Simon had added a second finger, and you were gone. You cried out as your orgasm had hit you hard, fully fighting against Simon’s grip and squeezing your thighs around his head. This did not deter him however, from finishing out your orgasm. He took everything you had to offer, licking up every ounce of arousal from your heat.

You were trying to catch your breath, your head thrown back to your pillows, when Simon finally pulled away, wiping his face of your remaining juices. He chuckled at your form, as you were still trying to come down from your orgasm. He leaned up to press a kiss to your lips, and you returned the kiss deeply.

Finally regaining your senses again, you rolled the two of you so that you were on top. You smiled down at him, and instructed him to take off his shirt. As he did, you caught yourself slack jawed at his torso. There were scars that had littered his chiseled abs, painting the picture that this man had been through hell and back. You ran your fingers along the raised skin, and leaned down to place a kiss on each scar you could find. You could feel Simon relax under your touch, and he leaned his head back with an arm tucked behind his head to watch you.

You met his eyes, as you started to fumble with his belt. In one swift motion you had his pants off leaving him in nothing but his boxer briefs. You could now see the imprint of his hardness through the material, and it made your mouth water. He was bigger than you had anticipated him being. You looked to him while toying with the band of the fabric, silently asking for permission. He nodded and his breath hitched as you pulled them down his legs. Your eyes widened, now able to see him entirely, and he grew flustered under your intense gaze.

Smiling to yourself, you muttered "pretty" before taking his length in your hand, and swiping your tongue at his tip, collecting the pre-cum there. Simon tensed at this, and let out a breathy moan. "F-fuck."

Taking this as your cue to continue, you sank your mouth down on his length as far as you could go, using your hand to get what you couldn't with your mouth.

Simon's hands flew to your hair lightly grabbing it, guiding your head. You could hear soft grunts emitting from his mouth, and you were loving it. You decided to pick up the pace moving your hand and mouth faster, swirling your tongue around his tip each time your mouth moved.

He pulled your head up suddenly and pulled you up to his lips. " 'nough of that. I gotta feel you." He breathed on your lips, flipping you both so you were underneath him.

"You're sure?" He asked, his tip prodding at your entrance. His forehead was touching yours, and you felt his warm breath on your face.

Instead of replying verbally, you nodded and pulled his face down to yours to kiss him again.

He reached down to guide himself into you, and the both of you let out moans at the feeling. He was barely in, and your walls were already burning from the stretch he was causing. He sank slowly into you, pulling away from the kiss to watch your expressions.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to take a deep breath. You had never been with someone his size, and you've never felt this full before. The stretch was heavenly, and as the pain started to fade, you felt yourself squirming underneath him, trying to get him to move.

Simon had taken the hint, and slowly started moving his hips. "Fucking hell, you feel so good sweetheart." He groaned in your ear.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to go at a deeper angle. At this, Simon picked up the pace. His thrusts started to become faster, burying himself to the hilt with each snap of his hips.

"Simon, oh- oh my god." You cried out, tears forming in the corner of your eyes from the pleasure.

"That's it, taking me so well." He cooed, not relenting the brutal pace he had set. He looked down to see your heat swallowing his cock whole, and the sight nearly set him over the edge.

Your nails raked down his back, and you were sure you drew some blood with the force. You were so close, any moment now you knew you'd find your second orgasm.

"Simon please, so close." You whimpered.

"I'll get you there love. Cum with me yeah?" He asked reaching down in between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing it harshly.

"Fuck!" You moaned out, digging your nails further into his back.

"Jesus, I'm almost there. Fuck." He grunted, picking up the pace even more, leaving you nearly unable to catch your breath.

"Simon!" You cried, the coil in your belly snapping, as you found your second release of the night.

Simon wasn't far behind, "Where sweetheart?"

"Inside me, please. I'm safe." You gasped out.

He growled at that, and with one final thrust you felt him spill out inside you with a long breathy moan. "Fuckkking hell."

As he caught his breath, you let out a chuckle and laid your hand on his cheek. Simon looked down at you with a tired smile, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

He slowly pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty. "Be right back love."

He went into the bathroom and returned with a damp cloth, carefully wiping around your heat taking extra care to not rub too harshly.

He tossed the rag aside and pulled you into his arms. "You okay?" He asked, pressing his lips to your shoulder.

"Never better." You said , turning your head to plant a kiss on his lips. "Will you stay the night?" You were hopeful he would, but didn't want to push him past what he was comfortable with.

"If you'll have me, I'd love to."

You smiled to yourself, and curled yourself into Simon's chest, the tiredness taking over quickly. “Always.”

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You awoke the next morning, still locked in an embrace with Simon. You blinked the sleep away, and turned your gaze to him, to already find him looking at you.

“Good morning.” You murmured.

“Mornin’, sleep well?” He asked, brushing a stray hair from your face

“Best I have slept in months.” You admitted.

“Tis a good thing then, I was thinking maybe we could grab some breakfast, and I can take you to that farmers market?” He looked down at you, a hopeful look on his face.

“Yes! I can’t wait to see these little old ladies who supposedly love you so much!” You exclaimed, jumping out of bed to go get ready.

Simon chuckled at your excitement. As he watched you get ready, Simon Riley knew that he was madly in love with you and couldn't wait to see what was in store for the two of you.

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Thanks for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it😊😊

#cod imagine #simon riley imagine #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #mw2 imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #konig x reader #konig mw2 #ghost imagine #simon ghost riley

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Hello, please go ahead with writing something with goth reader and One Piece!...Well, let's say my teenage self from the past would've been very curious (I may had or may had not a phase)😅.

Oh my god! I would most definitely right now! As I was just thinking about doing one cause I just thought why not😁

Masterlist

Sanji and Zoro with a Goth S/O

• Sanji is quite interested in your sense of style

• he just literally love watching you while you do your makeup for the day

• he probably would offer to help with your make-up

• the music is probably not to his taste but will listen with you

• He is like Gomaz but isn't a goth,

• he is fascinated by your love for skulls and Spooky stuff but he loves you for who you are

• he always make sure to bring you beautiful black roses for you,

• he absolutely love having you by his side as he is proud to have you as his girlfriend

Roronoa Zoro

• This man absolutely thinks your cool

• I mean this man always want to wear black so you and him are matching in a way

• he is shocked at first with the makeup (if you make your face pure white, but with me I only lightly paint my face white)

• he would buy you jewellery with skulls and crows on them

• I think he probably wouldn't mind the gothic rock music

• he shares your love with certain spooky stuff and finds it adorable when you get excited about Halloween

• he brings you out on dates to the most spooky of places

• he loves how confident you are just being yourself

#zoro roronoa x y/n #zoro roronoa x you #zoro roronoa #zoro roronoa x reader #roronoa zoro #opla zoro #opla x reader #sanji opla #opla cast #one piece sanji #one piece zoro #one piece #one piece netflix #sanji vinsmoke #sanji x reader #sanji #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji

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How to Say I Love You [Five Things Trope]

Pairing: Frank Castle x AFAB Reader

Trope de Sept Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Five Things style 1. Snippets of interactions between characters, with a common theme, showing five instances that follow the pattern and one that doesn't. "The four times Frank thinks 'I love you' and the one time he actually says it."

Warnings: 18+ (don’t interact if your age is not in your bio). No use of Y/N. AFAB Reader, Fem pronouns. No direct sexual action/SMUT, but it’s mentioned enough that I’m marking this as 18+. Mentions of pregnancy and miscarriage, mention of a hospital, mention of blood. 

WC: 2,500

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The first time Frank realized he loved you was in the afterglow of a particularly raunchy round of sex. How cliche, he thought to himself.

You laid beside him, all doe-eyed and radiant looking, staring into his eyes as though you were trying to stare into his soul. And oh god, how you did, and you didn’t even know you were doing it.

“What’s going through your head, big guy?” you asked, stroking his face and trying to smooth away the crease that had formed across his brow. How easily you could clock when his brain was working too hard and his thoughts were a million miles away.

“Thinkin’ about how beautiful you look.” 

Which was partially true. After all, your beauty was one of the many things that made him fall in love with you.

You wouldn’t have suspected Frank Castle was one for pillow talk, but every time you fell in bed together, he managed to surprise you.

And like always, you saw right through him.

“That right?”

You both decided it was best not to put a label on this, whatever this was. Talking about feelings teetered a tightrope that was dangerously close to that. Especially talking about feelings like love right after sex. Not to mention the amount of his stuff that had begun taking up home in your place and vice-versa. No, you wouldn’t mention the hoodie he left every time he went on a long job so that you’d have something of his to wrap you in comfort, or the little notes and snacks you’d slip into his duffle before he left in the morning. Or the more and more frequent sleepovers that involved no sex, just wanting to be near each other. Nope, neither you nor he wanted to bring it up. He especially didn’t want to let on that the L-word was dancing on the tip of his tongue.

He shook his head and held back a smile.

“Okay, well whenever you’re ready to spill, I’m all ears.” you said, coy smirk painting your lips as you leaned in and rested your head against his chest, falling asleep to the steady sound of his heartbeat. 

Goddamnit, he was down bad.

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The second time Frank realized he loved you was in spring. The trees in Central Park were all in bloom and you danced down the path beside him, reveling in the recent break in the weather and the sunshine.

He had to chuckle, how pretty you looked when you turned your face upward to the glow of the sun and asked,

“Frankie, can we get ice cream?”

“Darlin, it’s still under 60 degrees.”

You took his hand and led him through the park, despite his protestations that it was too early in the season for frozen treats. 

You almost looked like a real couple, hand in hand sauntering along, not really in a rush to get anywhere and stopping every so often to admire the park.

You paused, suddenly turning about face on the path and pulling him along with you.

“Sweetheart, what’s up? Ice cream’s this way.” he pointed over his shoulder

“Ah. You’re right. It’s still too cold.”

You never admitted he was right. About anything.

Frank glanced behind him, making sure he clocked anything you might even think could be a threat. Then he saw it, the reason you so suddenly changed course.

Central Park Carousel, the sign read, big arrow pointing in the exact direction you had been heading. 

You knew what happened to his family and though he didn’t talk about it (because again, talking about feelings wasn’t what this was supposed to be) you saw the toll it took on him emotionally. 

You wanted him to have a day clear and free of worry and memories. 

You were being thoughtful and proactive about his emotions. Damnit, he was so in love with you.

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The third time Frank realized he loved you, much like the first time, was late at night. This time, there was no steamy sex involved, just a lot of blood and bandages.

Damnit, he never wanted you to see him like this, see who he is on the job, what it turns him into. Sure, you knew he was the Punisher and you knew he killed people, but it’s different to see it up close.

He went to your place. Rationalization rattled around his head that your apartment was closer and getting to you to stitch him up instead of trekking all the way to his place would greatly decrease his chances of bleeding out. 

But deep down, he knew that wasn’t the truth. Maybe it was because he missed you, maybe he really just wanted the comfort of your body beside his after an exhausting night, or maybe he realized how deep in it he was and wanted you to see this side of him before it was too late for both of you, so you could shun him away and break his heart like he deserved.

“Happiness is a kick in the balls just waiting to happen” he once told Curtis, so here he was, trying to self-sabotage and kick his own balls before life could do it for him.

But you didn’t even bat an eye when you swung open the door to your apartment and found him standing there, mangled and bruised.

“That one might scar.” you commented as you tied up the thread on the stitches

“Never too worried about em lookin pretty.”

“That's okay, your face is pretty enough.” you said, beginning the process of cleaning up the wipes and blood and bandages littering your bathroom counter 

He shook his head with a chuckle, trying to hide the blush growing across his face.

“Besides, it gives you character.” You kissed him on the temple as you exited the bathroom.

He placed his elbows on his knees and bent over with a sigh, biting his tongue until you were out of ear shot.

“Love you too” he whispered under his breath

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The fourth time Frank realized he loved you was on Mother’s Day. It had become his ritual, visiting their graves on important days. Mother’s Day was one of them. Afterall, some of his favorite memories of Maria were of her being the most amazing mom to their kids. 

You insisted on going with him, not wanting him to be alone and drowning in the Frank Castle pity party.

“Stop being so fucking thoughtful cause it’s making me love you more.” he wanted to shout, but he didn’t. Instead he just nodded and smiled and held your hand in silence the entire drive from his apartment to the cemetery, not letting go until you’re well out of the truck and up the familiar path.

You gave him space once you came within reach of the grave. Peonies for Maria, daisies for Lisa and carnations for Frank Jr.

You sat together on the damp earth in silence for a long while. Your hand absent-mindedly rubbed and scratched his back and you wiped away a few tears that fell from his eyes.

He thought about saying it right then and there, admitting to you finally how much he truly loved you. He opened his mouth to speak, but decided against it, instead just keeping the silence that hung between you.

On the off chance you didn’t run screaming in the other direction when he finally told you, he didn’t want to do it here. To taint a special new moment with the ghosts of his past and meld a new beginning with the old life he was so desperately clinging onto. So he didn’t say anything, eventually rising to his feet and taking your hand once more to walk back to the truck.

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The first time Frank Castle laid eyes on Karen Page was in a hospital. Here he was again, stalking the halls of a hospital with the same laser focus on his mission. And there was Karen, standing stone-faced, arms crossed in front of her chest.

“She doesn’t want to see you.” 

“The fuck she does,” he tried to push past her

“Frank,” Karen shoved against his shoulder. Goddamnit, why was she nearly as stubborn as you?  “She doesn’t want to see you.”

“The hell you mean, she doesn’t want to see me? She’s not answering my calls and I haven't heard from her in days so I go to her place and she's not there but there's blood on the bathroom floor and I gotta call everyone in her contacts just for you to give me a cryptic ‘she’s in the hospital’ with no details.”

Karen looked to the ground, avoiding his gaze.

“Then I gotta go to every hospital on the west side just so you can tell me she doesn't want to see me? What the fuck happened?”

Karen just shook her head.

“Go home Frank. She’ll call you when she’s ready.”

If there was one person who could get Frank to stand down, it was Karen, which was precisely why you called her.

“Well he’s gone. For now. But you know he’s gonna come back and you’re gonna have to tell him eventually.” she said with a sigh, plopping down in the chair next to your hospital bed

“I know. I’m just scared of how he’ll react.” you replied, gnawing at your bottom lip

She nodded knowingly. 

“I’m gonna go hunt down some coffee. We both look like we need it.”

You almost fell asleep in her absence, until a loud crash came from behind the curtain drawn around your bed.

“Shit,” a gruff voice rung out amongst the beeps and whirs of the medical machines you were connected to.

“Frank?”

Sheepishly, he poked his head around the curtain, seeing you in your pitiful state for the first time.

“Hey sweetheart.” 

You swore you’d never heard this giant, tough man be more timid in his life.

“How are you here?” you asked with a sigh, rubbing at your temple

“Snuck in the window.”

“Okay, you’re never allowed to call me stubborn again.” you joked, causing a smile to crack along his hardened face

It broke the tension enough that he closed the gap between you, gently sitting on the edge of the bed and taking your hand in his.

“You gonna tell me what happened, or why you don’t wanna see me?”

A sigh escaped your lips, tears threatening to spill over as you dreaded having this conversation with him.

“I didn’t want you to be mad,” it came out as almost a whisper.

“Why would I be mad?”

“A couple weeks ago– I realized my period was late. So I took a test and it was positive.”

Frank’s face went stoic, brown eyes usually so full of warmth when they looked at you now steely black.

“You didn’t tell me?”

You shook your head and continued,

“I was scared to tell you. And I didn’t know what I wanted to do about it anyway, so I figured there was no point in telling you until I decided. I didn’t know if that was something you ever wanted again and especially with me.” 

He listened as you rambled, not once taking his gaze off of you as he continued to grasp your hand in his. 

“But then yesterday,” you continued, “I started bleeding. I knew it probably meant I miscarried. But then the bleeding just didn’t stop. So I went to the ER. And they said I hemorrhaged. And I had surgery this morning.”

“What was your plan? Just never gonna tell me?”

“I don’t know Frank, I wasn’t really thinking things through, okay? I didn’t want you to be with me just out of obligation!”

“You think I’m here out of obligation? You think I snuck through a third story window out of obligation?”

“I knew you and Maria got married quickly because she got pregnant. You’re just so fucking noble and I didn’t want you to feel like you had to do something that was ‘correct’ and end up miserable and resenting me. I know this isn’t the kind of life you want anymore. I know I can’t replace her.”

“Hey!” he retorted, leaning in to get closer to you “Look, I loved my wife. Even before she got pregnant, I knew she was the one, yeah? There was not a single moment I regretted my life with her. And there is not a single moment I’ve regretted with you, except whatever the hell I did to make you think you had to hide this from me.”

The tears were now flowing down your face and you had to look away from his intense stare. Taking a moment to choke back a sob before you spoke again, your words came out hushed.

“But there’s the difference Frank, you loved her. Even before she got pregnant, you loved her. But because you loved her so much, I don’t know that you’ll ever love me. Or anyone else for that matter.”

“I didn’t think I could either,” he sighed “but then you came along. And no matter how much I tried to push you away, your stubborn ass just kept comin.”

“What are you saying Frank?”

“I’m sayin that I love you.”

“You’re not just saying that cause I’m all sick and pitiful?” you asked

“Nah. I’m sayin it because you being all sick and pitiful scared the shit outta me enough to finally say it out loud. But I been thinkin about it a while.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Frank?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

The widest smile you’d ever seen grew across Frank’s face. He leaned forward slowly, cupping  your jaw and placing the most gentle kiss on your lips. You had to smile as he pulled away, so elated that you almost forget where you were and that you were in a very unglamorous hospital gown in a very unromantic hospital room.

“So what happened with your surgery? You gonna be okay?” he asked, giving you another look up and down

“Yeah. They got me all fixed up and as long as the next blood transfusion takes, I’ll be out of here by tomorrow.”

“Hey” he took your chin in his large hand, making you look at him “Don’t you ever keep something like this from me okay? I promise, I won't be mad. I just wanna be here for you cause I love you.”

The monitor beside you beeped, indicating your heart skipped a beat when he said it again.

“I love you too, big guy.”

#frank castle x reader #frank castle #the punisher #jon bernthal #trope de sept #five things fic #nmcu

[taylorsv3rsion13]

we never go out of style || c.f.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

words: 3.0k

synopsis : things were always rocky for conrad and you. after the whole break up, will everything be the same the year later? or will it all turn to shit.

"Good morning, Y/N" Susannah said as she entered my room.

I got up almost instantly, "Oh god, am I late?" I asked.

She laughed a little, "No, you're fine, don't worry."

Susannah hopped onto my bed, looking at me with a cute smile, "Are you ready for your big day."

I shook my head no, "Nope."

"Oh yes you are." She said to me.

"But what if I trip? Or I step on Jeremiah's foot?" I asked.

"You won't, just hold onto Jeremiah." She said, laughing a little, "He won't let you fall."

I laughed a little as well, "That's true."

"You know..." Susannah began, "I still don't know how you got him to be your escort. He swore up and down that he'd never go to any of these things."

I laughed a little.

"Well, he'd do anything for you." She tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "They both would."

My smile faltered a little, as I looked around my room, avoiding eye contact with Susannah.

"Everything okay?" Susannah asked.

I nodded quickly, "Yeah."

"Did I push you into this?" Susannah asked, "You can tell me the truth."

"Um... maybe a little at first, but. I really don't mind, I just want to make you happy."

Susannah sighed a little, "Look, honestly, we don't even need to go tonight if you don't want to, okay?"

"No, no, I want to go." I said, smiling up at her. "And I'm kind of excited for people to see me."

Susannah smiled as she placed out foreheads together.

"I love you so much beautiful girl." She said as she held back tears. "Okay um. When they take your photograph, remember to say prune! It'll make your cheekbones look divine." Susanna said.

"Prune?" I asked, trying to see if it would work.

"It's an old trick I learned from Madonna... or was it the Olsen twins?" Susannah said, trying to figure out where she had learned this from.

She hopped off my bed, "Okay, meet me downstairs. There's a surprise for you." She smiled.

I sighed looking at the dress hanging up on my door. It wasn't exactly what I wanted, but if Susannah wanted me to wear it, I was more than happy to.

I walked downstairs, not really knowing what to expect. In the living room, stood Susannah, Laurel, and Belly, showing off a beautiful dress. No, they were showing off the dress.

"You got me the dress I wanted?" I said, almost speechless as a large smile grew on my face.

I looked at all of three of them, my mind blown.

"Thank you!" I laughed as I walked up to them.

I gave all three of them the biggest hugs I have ever given anyone in my life.

I finished getting a somewhat more normal outfit on as I made my way into the kitchen where Belly was.

"Hey, Good morning. Um, I picked up some of the muffins that you liked." Conrad said immediately as I walked in, placing them on the counter.

"I-um, I'm not really hungry actually. Thank you, though."

"Oh, girls, you should get going." Susannah announced. "Oh and everyone, stay out of the family room. I've done all of the paintings and tonight we'll have the big unveiling."

Susannah gave the boys a number of things to carry to the Laurel's car.

"Laurel, aren't you coming?" I asked as I put my shoes on.

"I'm going with Susannah, I was thinking Belly could drive you guys?"

Belly and I turned to each other and screamed loudly as she took the keys from her mom.

Belly ran out first as her mom gave me orders to have Belly follow. I raced out of the kitchen.

"Hey." Conrad called out to me.

I stopped in my tracks, "Yeah?"

"Break a leg."

I gasped, "That'd be horrible. I'm supposed to be dancing all night."

Conrad stammered, "I just.. I meant, um, I just mean good luck. It's like, a thing, people, um, say." He rambled.

I laughed a little as he tried to fix his sentence.

"For what it's worth, Jere was the right choice." Conrad said.

"Yeah, uhm, I know." I said awkwardly, before leaving.

Jere leaned against Laurel's car as Belly had already started the engine.

"Don't be nervous, we'll be the best waltzers out there." He joked.

"I'm not nervous. But also, I'm sorry about the volleyball game, I just was really competitive."

"No, It's fine, I understand." He laughed.

"Thank you, Jere." I gave him a big hug before walking into Bell's car.

Belly and I walked into the room together, and it was hectic.

Girls running around trying to get their hair and makeup done. Some not as shaved as they would like and others giving up and resting in their bra's.

"You guys are here!" Shayla exclaimed, her hairs in large rollers.

We hung up our dresses as we said hi to Shayla.

"Come, I've saved you guys spots."

My chair was besides Nicole's who didn't bother to say anything to me.

"You guys should really talk." Shayla said as she looked between us.

"Nicole, I'm really really sorry." I said.

"For what? Conrad? I'm over it, I'm here with someone else." She said. Though, her voice did sound a little passive agressive.

"Nicole, I never meant for that to happen and I know it's dumb and it means absolutely nothing, but I've liked him since I was a little girl. And I thought I got over him last year, but I guess I didn't fully and I distanced myself from him as much as I could. I'm really really sorry." I explained.

"We can't help that Conrad's a fuck boy." She said as she was slumped in her chair.

"Look I'm over him." I said, giving her a soft smile.

"No one get's over their first love, really." Nicole said before returning back to her makeup.

Belly and I were one of the last ones to finish getting ready. We had helped each other with our hair and dresses and then makeup was brutal.

"I don't know how much longer I can stare at myself." I sighed, getting a headache from just being in the small room.

"You look gorgeous, if I was you I'd stare at myself all day." Belly said from beside me, making me laugh.

"You look amazing Bells, I don't think I'd be able to do this on my own."

I had curled my hair, adding braids to the sides for a more crown affect or so, while Belly's was in a low bun with a beautiful pearl headband.

"I think it's time, Bells." I said getting up as she followed.

Neither of us picked up the red rose bouquet, just staring at it.

I sighed looking up at her and grabbing her arms. "We're growing up, I love you."

At the same time, the two of us grabbed our bouquets, walking out of the dressing room.

I stood behind Belly as we waited for our names to be called.

"Prune. Prune." Belly whispered to herself.

"Oh god, did Susannah teach you that as well?" I asked.

She nodded as we both laughed silently.

"Isabel Conklin, daughter of John Conklin and Laurel Park." They said as Belly and Cam began walking the stage.

They met in the middle and I watched as Belly's face began to contort in multiple ways, attempting to say prune which I laughed at a little.

I looked straight ahead though, remembering the next person called would be me.

Jeremiah smiled at me from the other side of the wings.

Before I knew it, it was my turn.

"Y/N L/N, daughter of Amanda L/N and James L/N."

I walked and met Jeremiah in the middle.

I looked into the crowd, immediately making eye contact with Conrad. God his stupid smile. It just made me smile even more.

I could feel his eyes on me as I walked down from the stage and onto the dance floor.

"You look beautiful." Laurel mouthed to me.

I went to Susannah, hugging her from the back and giving her my bouquet.

She got up as well and gave me a full hug.

I gave a small curtsy as I made my way back to Jeremiah.

"How was the curtsy?" I asked.

"The queen would be proud," He joked.

It hit me now, that when I was with Jeremiah, it felt like there was no one else. All I had to do was look at him.

I watched Laurel get up from her seat quickly. My eyes met Belly's and she mouthed 'what happened'. I shrugged in response, not understanding what had happened either.

"Where is she going?" I asked Jeremiah.

"I don't know."

The escorts began their dance shortly after as the debs walked off the dance floor and sitting at their assigned tables.

The dance began and Belly and I wooed over the applause as we laughed as well. They looked hilarious, but the guys also looked like they were having the time of their lives.

We all stood up as their dance ended, applauding them and screaming, but I could see Jeremiah's face dropping with every second.

Paige clanked a knife to her glass, announcing to us that it was time for the big dance.

"Where'd Jeremiah go?" I asked Belly as I looked around. He never came back to the table.

Cam and Belly looked at each other, and now we knew our night was fucked.

"He'll be here in a minute, I'm sure." Susannah reassured me. "But go! Get ready."

"Okay," I said laughing nervously.

I looked around awkwardly, trying to find Jeremiah, but he wasn't anywhere. Most of the girls were paired up with their partners by now.

"Have you guys seen Jeremiah?" I asked as I approached Gigi and her group of friends.

"I think I saw him go outside." Gigi said to me.

I hated this feeling. Everyone standing and staring at me. Judging me almost.

I looked over to my right and Conrad was standing there, looking straight at me and I was staring straight at him.

I could feel the stares from everyone else as they stared at the two of us as well.

I smiled a little as he walked over to me.

It was like the pieces clicked when I was with Conrad. Like we were always meant to fucking be.

"I think I remember most of the steps." Conrad said quietly.

And at that moment, I knew this was happening all over again. Me. Conrad. Us.

The two of us got into our different lines, our eyes never leaving each others.

The music began and the two of us turned as I turned into his arm. It wasn't what I had expected, but deep down I knew this was the moment I had waited for all of my life.

I was Conrad's sun. And I helped the night disappear. I helped the world disappear from everything around him.

The whole time Conrad and I were on the dance floor, we never looked away. No matter how hard we tried, we just couldn't.

When it came time for the dip in the dance, it lasted longer than it was supposed to as our eyes glanced up and down from our eyes to each others mouths.

"Oh, um. Thank you." I said as the dance ended and the crowd applauded.

"I think I messed up some of the steps." Conrad said nervously.

"No, no, you were fine. You were great." I said.

"I'm glad... I'm glad that it was me." He said seriously.

I smiled up at him as he fidgeted with my fingers. I was glad that it was him as well. When I was with Conrad it was like all of my worries were gone.

"Hey." Jeremiah said as he came up to Conrad.

"Hey, Jeremiah." I smiled, "Where ha-"

"Conrad. We need to talk, all right?" Jeremiah said. His eyes were wet. "It's important. It's about mom. I found something out."

Conrad just stared at Jeremiah. "Um.. yeah, we'll talk about this later, okay?"

"No it's important." Jeremiah urged.

"It's okay." Conrad said as he placed his hand on Jeremiah's chest. Something the boys had done whenever the other was on edge.

"You already know... Don't you." Jeremiah's eyes were bloodshot by now.

"Conrad knows what?" I asked, curious.

"You've known this whole fucking time and you didn't even tell me?" Jeremiah asked, his voice raising.

"Jere." Conrad said to try to calm his brother down.

That didn't seem to work as I watched Jeremiah punch Conrad in the face with all the strength he had in him.

Jeremiah rammed into Conrad as he tried to beat his brother up. Though, I watched as Conrad tried his best to not hurt his brother.

Susannah rushed over, "Stop it. Both of you, stop it." Her voice was raised, which was a rare occurance.

Both of the boys let go of each other as they rolled on the floor.

"What is going on?" Susannah asked sternly.

The boys stood in front of her. And all I could do was wonder.

"Mom..." Jeremiah croaked.

"We know, Mom." Conrad said. "We both know."

Belly and I turned at each other, quietly mouthing what was going on.

"Know what?" Belly and I asked in sync as Susannah's face dropped.

And here I was, crying on the floor in my room. I didn't have anyone to go to. Susannah was with the boys, Laurel was with Belly and Steven.

All I had was the fact that Susannah had cancer yet again.

I don't think I've ever cried that much in my life. Not over a broken bone, or a heartbreak. Not over Conrad.

But here I was, in my shiny white dress, a mess on the floor as I sobbed uncontrollably.

I felt dumb, stupid even. Susannah had been going through this all summer, and I never noticed, to worked up over boys and friends.

I could hear the mixed cries from Belly's room. Some were hers and some were Laurels. With each one my heart broke even more. Now I understood why Susannah kept making comments about this summer.

She was right, this might be the last summer we're all in Cousins together.

I walked down the hall slowly out of my room. Steven was outside of Belly's room, looking as if he was to scared to knock.

Our eyes met and I sobbed even more as he held out his arms for me.

"It's gonna be okay, Y/N/N" He mumbled.

Susannah, Conrad, and Jeremiah all sat on the couch in the living room. None of them were crying. They saw me emerge from the doorway though.

Susannah motioned for me to sit next to her, in between Conrad and her, which I did.

"I'm so sorry, this was not how I wanted you guys to find out." Susannah said sadly.

"Susannah, you're gonna do the trial, right?" I asked through muffled sobs.

She hesitated as she looked at me, "Uh... No, love, I'm not."

My heart broke at her words as I stared at her for a moment longer. What did she mean? Was she insane? She needed to fight. For me. For the boys. For Laurel. For all of us.

Conrad seemed to break down slowly as well from besides me.

"Chances are very slight. Well, nonexistent really. And I can't just go through that again."

"But you have to try." I said, a tear escaping from my eye.

Susannah sighed, "I want to be me when I go." She stared at me with a soft smile, "Does that make sense?"

"No, no. None of this makes any sense." Jeremiah said.

"I know, I know, I'm not good at this." Susannah said through tears as she pushed aside some of Jeremiah's hair.

There was a bit of silence as we all were still processing what was happening. I didn't want to accept the fact that Susannah had cancer again. I just couldn't.

"If there's any chance that you can live you have to take it." Jeremiah pleaded. "Come on, Conrad. Tell her. Y/N?"

I just looked at Jeremiah and Conrad. I wanted to say something. I wanted to say everything.

"Why aren't you guys saying anything?" Jeremiah asked, his eyes red. "You have to try. You can't give up on us."

"Mom." Conrad's voice was hoarse and as he lifted his head up, the tears poured from his eyes. "Can't you just try? For us, Mom. I need you."

Susannah grabbed the boys as she hugged them tight. I didn't want Susannah to go

Our crying had subsided and Laurel began making food for us. Which meant this situation was horrible. Her cooking wasn't the best, especially for dinner. She had certain dishes she would make that tasted good though.

So here we all sat at the dinner table. Belly and I in more comfortable clothes because Susannah didn't want us to spill on our dresses, eating Chinese takeout, pizza, spaghetti noodles, and ice cream. It wasn't the ideal dinner, but it tasted good. We all bonded, as if nothing had ever been said.

Life has endless amounts of possibilities, but with whatever comes next, I know I can always return back to this place.

The waves rushed up against the shore, and it was a bright and colorful early morning. Conrad sat beside me, he was happy.

"I can't believe she said yes." He said happily.

"You did it. You changed her mind."

"It wasn't just me. It was Jere who did it as well." Conrad said.

I looked out at the waves as I felt his gaze still on me. I didn't want to turn around whatsoever.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being so shitty all summer."

I turned to him, "No, I know it's weird, and you had been going through all of this. I just wished you know, that would you communicate half of these things with me."

"Believe me, I wanted to talk." He said.

There was tension between us as our gazes traveled.

"We should go in." I said, looking around at the sand beside us

"There's so many things I want to say to you."

I sighed getting up, "Don't do it."

"Why?" He asked as he got up as well.

"'Cause you need someone right now, Conrad. I don't know what I am going to do to help when you do need help. We haven't even talked about the other relationship. Conrad, it's just messy."

"I don't just need somebody." He stared down at me, "I need you. Y/N, when I was with you I was the happiest I could of possibly been. Everyone knows that."

"You shouldn't have to need me. That's what you did last time. You needed me to just fix you out of your hell hole. I want you to want me, Conrad. You have to want me like I want you or it doesn't fucking work."

"I do want you. I've only wanted you."

There was silence between us as we just stared at one another.

His arm moved slowly up to the side of my cheek before he pulled me in, kissing. It felt alive, not needed, not desperate. It felt natural.

We kissed again, with much more passion this time. Everything was falling into places. Everything was just how it had to be.

Everything happens for a reason. Whether it's failing a test, or it's a stupid break up. The butterfly effect makes it come back around. Anything can happen, anything and everything. Just if you let it.

Not everyone goes out of style.

A/N : hi! after i know like a month of not being active, here is the last chapter of the series! i made sure to finish it before s2. thank you so much for the support recently.

i'm also so sorry if this isn't as good as the other chapters 😭

Also!!! if you have any prompts or ideas, feel free to message me and i'll write as soon as i can! thanks!

#conrad fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher #conrad x y/n #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #belly conklin #conrad fisher #steven conklin #tsitp season 1 #summer

[astranva]

How We Met.

Word Count: 4.4K

Category: Fluff

Warning: some swear words

Summary: In which Chris was a nervous mess when he met his A+ list celebrity crush, highest-paid, and the most iconic actress!YN at Vanity Fair’s 2014 after party.

Pairing: overprotective!chris x pregnant!actress!yn from Planet Evans when they were younger.

Can be read independently x

Planet Evans Universe

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“I absolutely love it,” you said to Laura Mercier, your makeup artist for the night as you looked at your makeup through the mirror before turning, your cheeks touching in a kiss, “Always giving me the best treats, love.”

“You’re just easy to work with,” in her lovely, enunciated accent, Laura replied, smiling at you.

“You look amazing, Y/N. Absolutely beautiful,” Ted Gibson, your hairdresser, commented from the side of the hotel suite with a wide smile on his face.

“It takes a village, doesn’t it?” You chuckled, approaching him to press your cheek to his in a kiss, “Thank you, Ted. You know I trust you the most with my hair.”

“And it’s such an honor, you have no idea.”

“Y/N, ready for the dress?” Evie, your personal assistant, asked, “Kate’s coming up.”

Getting ready for events wasn’t always your most favored time, but at moments like that, you were grateful to be working with professional people whom you enjoyed spending time being stuck in a chair for a minimum of 3 hours with. 

Kate Young, a trusted young stylist you trusted and enjoyed working with for a couple of years, was sporting an eager grin the moment she stepped inside the suite, immediately approaching your open arms for a greeting hug and a kiss on your cheek, “You already look so beautiful.”

“Aw stop,” you waved her off with a giggle, “Did you have a nice trip?” 

“I did,” she replied, “Thank you for letting them pick me up. That was a very nice car.”

“Only the best for my friends, yeah?” You gave her a sheepish shrug, “Are we ready?”

“Whenever you are.”

As your dress was pulled put of its protective bag, a wide grin was painted on your lips, looking at the gorgeous black and orange dress in awe. 

“God, I can’t wait to wear you,” you mumbled, running your hand over the soft material. 

“Was the Oscar’s one uncomfortable?” Kate asked.

You shook your head, “Was perfect. You know I can never thank you enough for making sure I wear comfortable clothes,” you said, “Nothing beats that pink Valentino gown from last year though.”

“You loved that one so much that you actually kept it,” Kate replied with a laugh.

You hummed with a nod, “It was so good.”

As you stepped out of your robe and into your dress with Kate’s help, she was hesitant to ask you the one question she was very curious to ask.

“How do you feel? I can’t believe you don’t have an Oscar nom this year.”

You smoothed down the front of the gorgeous dress before giving her an assuring smile, “You know I don’t care about that, right?”

“I know, I know, but still. It just doesn’t make sense to me that you didn’t win anything this year, I don’t know.”

“I’m just glad the reviews about The Spectacular Now were good,” you said, “Miles is over the moon about it, and I think–I don’t know really, I’ve been enjoying his reactions to it all more than anything.”

Kate sighed, shaking her head at you as she adjusted the dress, “If you can just be a little selfish and petty for a minute or two.”

You laughed, “Oh yeah? Would you want to work with me still?”

“Well duh, you’re Y/N Y/L/N. Do you realize how much work I’ve been getting ever since I started styling you?”

“It’s because you’re talented.”

“It’s because you’re effortlessly beautiful and the world loves you,” Kate said.

You smiled sheepishly, not replying back as you let her do the final touches before she helped you put on your heels. 

Kate stepped back, her hands going to cover her mouth as she took you all in.

“No, stop that,” you laughed, “How do I look?”

“I can’t believe-Y/N, look at you!”

“Best dressed?” You teased her, remembering how she always told you that you were going to be labelled as best dressed whenever she styled you.

“For sure,” she nodded.

You walked back to the living room in the suite, a shy smile on your face as everyone who was helping you get ready gasped and gazed at you.

“You deserve an Oscar for best dressed.”

The ride to the Vanity Fair After Party wasn’t at all eventful, as in its 13-minute glory, you, your driver and personal assistant were jamming to ABBA songs in between Evie taking pictures of you.

“Are you ready?” She asked as soon as the car came to a stop.

“Does it matter?” You joked with a chuckle before Evie gave a nod to the bodyguard standing outside your door.

An awaited entrance was what everyone described it as, because the moment your foot stepped out of the car was the same moment that everyone went wild.

Deafening screams and shouting of your name were heard, the frantic camera shutters in the background as you stepped out of the car with a smile on your face.

“She’s here! Y/N Y/L/N is here!” Multiple interviewers and reporters announced to their cameras.

“I just know that Y/N Y/L/N arrived,” Jennifer Lawrence said in the midst of her interview, attempting to step back and catch a glimpse of you, “God, I’m sweating at the thought of her being here.”

“There’s a photo booth inside, who’s someone you’re excited to take a photo with?” Another interviewer asked Emilia Clarke.

Giving a laugh, Emilia replied, “I’ll be trying my best to impress Y/N Y/L/N to take a picture with her. I’ll be working o-Oh, is that her? That’s her. That’s her.”

You waved to the crowd of eager paparazzi and interviewers, walking down the carpet in a composed strut and giving them your infamous small smile as you followed the carpet’s coordinator before standing in spot and beginning to pose.

Further down the carpet and in a classic black suit stood Chris, hands in his pockets as he smiled at the paparazzi, unaware of the fact that his celebrity crush was breathing the same air as him. 

In your orange and black gown, you looked at the snapping cameras, posing to all angles. It wasn’t until you looked beside you that you had spotted Stevie Nicks, whose eye instantly caught yours and with open arms, you both approached each other.

“You look absolutely wonderful,” she said, looking at you from beneath her dark sunglasses.

“No, look at you,” you shook your head before bringing her in another hug, “Let’s take a few pictures together.” 

With linked arms, you and Stevie posed together, making other celebrities pause and look so they could witness two icons of different industries just effortlessly make everyone lose their cool.

As you posed, with a calm and collected stance that masked his growing anxiety and butterflies in his stomach, Chris approached an interviewer who instantly beamed at the opportunity of interviewing Captain America.

“You’re looking absolutely amazing,” she began.

“Thank you, thank you,” Chris smiled, giving his suit a quick glance before looking back at her.

“We wanted to know who’s someone that Captain America wants to see tonight? Maybe talk and mingle with inside?”

“Uh, there are a lot of people-a lot of people,” he nodded, looking beside him for a fleeting second before looking back at her, “So many incredible people I want to see. I’m meeting Hemsworth inside though,” he smiled, pointing behind him.

“A little Avengers reunion,” she joked.

“Yeah, just a quick get-together,” Chris chuckled.

“If you can be introduced to one celebrity here tonight, who would it be?”

Chris hummed in thought, looking up as he did before bringing his index to his chin, “Just one?”

“Just one.”

“Probably-Alright, alright,” he nodded, “It has to be Y/N Y/L/N,” he answered.

“Ooo, you went there.”

“I went there,” Chris laughed with a nod, “That’s-That’s the dream.”

“You know, we were just talking to Michael B. Jordan and he gave us the same answer.”

“Oh, oh, guess that’s a challenge now, huh? A competition?” Chris joked with a laugh.

“You need to have a word with him,” the short interviewer joked, pointing at Chris.

“Let’s get to it,” he nodded, playing along.

“Well Chris, thank your for the nice chat and have fun inside.”

“Thank you,” Chris smiled.

As celebrities posed and talked, you were escorted to your first and only interview of the after-party’s red carpet.

With sweaty palms and a frantically beating heart, Vanity Fair’s interviewer had a tight hold on her microphone as you approached her, “Y/N is here,” she announced to the camera.

“How are you?” You asked, sensing her nerves, making you reach forward to give her a brief greeting hug, “You look lovely.”

With a flushed face, she grinned, “Wow, thank you so much but look at you,” she motioned towards you, “Who are you wearing?”

“This is Schiaparelli,” you answered, glancing down at your dress, “It’s such a nice dress, we’ve been working on it for a while now and they did an amazing job.”

“They really did,” she agreed, “You look absolutely stunning.”

“Thank you, thank you so much,” you smiled.

“So, you have two new movies coming out later this year, Gone Girl and Interstellar,” she began, “What should we be expecting?” 

“I mean, it’s David Fincher and Christopher Nolan,” you chuckled, “You know better than to have expectations, really. I feel like with Gone Girl, you’re going to need to stay focused when you’re watching it, especially if you haven’t read the book first.”

“Do we need to read the book first before watching it?”

“I feel like it’s a matter of preference here. Some people prefer to read first, others like the surprise of it,” you gave a shrug, “So I can’t really give you a definite answer, you just do what you think is best honestly. There are no rules to how you decide to enjoy the movie.”

“And how was working with Christopher Nolan on Interstellar?”

“Phenomenal,” you smiled, “I admire Nolan and I-I have always wanted to work with him in any way, so I’m just honored to be part of something I believe will be so big—So promising. It’s definitely been an amazing experience that I’d love to go through again.”

“Everyone’s so excited to watch it, it’s all we’ve been talking about,” she smiled, “How does Miles feel about the movies? Is he excited?”

If there was anything you were sure of, it was that after going public a year ago with your relationship with Miles Teller, you were always going to get asked about him. 

“He’s very excited,” you nodded with a smile, “He’s been so supportive. He’s-He’s incredible.”

“Awww,” she cooed, “Alright last question, anyone we expect to see you partying with inside?”

You laughed lightly, “Well,” you looked around for a moment, “So many friends here,” you said, “I think I’ll be floating around,” you answered, “There are so many people I want to see inside. There’s the incredible Serene Williams, there’s Jennifer Garner, Anne Hathaway, Taylor Swift,” you listed, “So many people, so many people.”

“It’s going to be a busy night.”

“Busy night for sure,” you chuckled.

“Well, thank you so much, Y/N. We hope you have a great night.”

“You too, love, thank you,” you gave her a smile, inching forward to give her another brief hug before moving away.

After what seemed like forever of posing to flashing cameras and screaming grown women and men, all voices of shouting were replaced by the sound of music and chatter as celebrities of all statuses mingled, danced, and talked.

There you stood, your big gown looking smaller after you had taken off your big orange train and were left with the black fitting dress, the orange on the front not being the only vibrant thing about you–it was you as a whole.

Nervous celebrities eyed you, wishing they had the courage to approach you. Envious celebrities ogled at you, wishing it were them whom people worshipped the ground they walked on.

And then there was Chris.

You seemed engrossed in the conversation you were having with Jennifer Garner; back straight, eyes set on Jennifer, nodding to what she was saying, and Chris couldn’t help but keep glancing at you.

“Join the line,” Hemsworth joked, elbowing him with a quiet chuckle before bringing his drink to his lips.

“You can introduce yourself,” Liam Hemsworth said from beside his brother, “She’s lovely. A fucking gem.”

“You talked?” Chris asked.

Liam nodded, “A couple of years ago at The Hunger Games premiere,” he answered.

“He almost shat himself,” Hemsworth said, laughing when Liam jabbed him in the ribs.

“Coming from the guy who fucking cried when she shook his hands during Snow White and the Hunstman premiere.”

“Oh fuck off,” Hemsworth scoffed.

“I can’t blame either of you,” Chris said, “She’s–Look at her,” he discreetly motioned towards you, “She’s successful as fuck, right? She is. But she’s–She’s so fucking beautiful, look at her.”

“Join the fucking line,” Hemsworth repeated, laughing when Chris flipped him off, “She’s intimidating, I admit.”

“But she’s also so sweet,” Liam said with a slight shake of his head, “But I think-Look, don’t get offended but imagine you go up to her and she has no idea who you are.”

“Thank you, Liam,” Chris replied sarcastically, “Thank you so much. That-That honestly makes me feel so much better.”

The older Hemsworth chuckled as his younger brother raised his hands up, “Sorry, mate, just-You probably thought about it.”

“Of course I did,” Chris replied, “She’s Y/N Y/L/N for fuck’s sake,” he discreetly motioned towards you.

“And if she did know you? Then what? You date? Get married?” Hemsworth joked.

“That’s as if she’s single,” Liam chuckled, “Miles is one lucky fucker.”

“Is so,” Chris nodded, glancing at you, “It’s not like I want something. I just-Don’t we all just admire her? Like, look at that,” he pointed, “Here’s Orlando Bloom looking at her, and here’s-I don’t know who the fuck that is but she’s been taking a step forward then backward for the past, like 15 minutes and trying to talk to her,” he said, making the brothers watch, “There’s no way I can set a foot near her without making a fucking fool out of myself.”

“Aw come on, mate,” Hemsworth patted him on the shoulder, “That’s some negative talk.”

“Oh yeah?” Chris raised his eyebrows, “Go talk to her then.”

“Nah,” Hemsworth, with a feigned nonchalant expression, scrunched his nose and shook his head with a shrug, “I’m-I’m good.”

Unaware to the conversations happening about you, you laughed with Jennifer Garner, only beaming when you were joined by Anne Hathaway, greeting each other with a kiss to the cheek.

“How was filming with Nolan?” Anne asked.

“A breeze,” you answered, “And Mathew’s just amazing to work with. They brought this kid,” you began, “I think he’s eighteen or nineteen, I can’t really remember. His name is Timothee Chalamet.”

“Is that French?” Jennifer asked.

You nodded, “American-French,” you stated, “And you heard it from me first but give him a few years and everyone and their mother is going to want this kid.”

“You always do that!” Anne laughed, pointing at you, “You always predict these things!”

“Exactly like what happened with Jennifer Lawrence,” Jennifer laughed, “You have a radar.”

You laughed, giving your friends a shrug, “I don’t even know, I just-His role is pretty small, but I have a gut feeling about him, I can’t explain it.”

“You never do,” Anne said, “But hold on now,” she held her hand out, “Where’s Miles?”

“Things have been a little messy with his movie’s release date,” you said, “He hasn’t been sleeping well, hasn’t been, like, dealing with it all so well. Just tired, you know? So we figured it’d be better if he sat that one out,” you said.

They both nodded, “How does he feel about the movie? Was it draining?”

You nodded, “It was, but I have a good feeling about it.”

They smiled at each other, “That’s when you know it’s a good movie,” Jennifer said, pointing at you.

“Speaking of good movies,” Anne began, “Did any of you get invited to that new Marvel movie coming out next month? The Captain America one?”

You nodded, “I did, but I’m not sure I’ll be going.”

“Why?”

“Because Marvel’s been on my ass since 2008, I don’t want them thinking that by going I’ll be giving them a shot.”

“What do you have against them so bad?” Jen laughed.

“Because I don’t want to belong to one universe,” you answered, “It’s different when it’s drama—when it’s a series, but with movies? I like to experiment with those, and that’s just not something I can do with Marvel.”

“Good point,” Anne said, “Man, fuck superheroes.”

“But-wait, wait,” Jen held her hands out, inching closer, “Have you actually seen Captain America? Like the actor?”

“Isn’t he-The blond?” You asked, “Big body?” You puffed your chest.

“He’s not looking very blond right now,” Anne said before bringing her glass to her lips, tilting her head slightly to the right.

“Don’t look because he’s been looking here,” Jen told you.

“I won’t,” you said, “I have a boyfriend. Stop that.”

Anne gasped dramatically, “You can’t deny it when someone’s good looking.”

You rolled your eyes, chuckling, “Doesn’t mean I need to look.”

“Just a tiny glance.”

“No.”

“A glimpse.”

“No.”

“A little peak.”

“No.”

“A-Holy fuck, he’s coming over.”

“N-what?”

The 3 of you cleared your throats, straightening your postures as you put up a nonchalant front, beginning a random conversation of “wow, that happened?” and “and what else did you do?”.

It wasn’t until you heard someone clear their throat that your head turned to the sound, coming face to face with a bearded, not blond, and anxious Chris.

“Hey, um, I’m really sorry if I’m intruding,” he began, looking at you before glancing at Jennifer and Anne, “But I’m a huge, huge fan and just-I just-um, I thought it would be okay if I came and said that. That I’m a huge fan, I mean.”

Chris felt like the biggest loser.

Between being in your close proximity, to your eyes on him, to him fumbling over his words, he wished for nothing more than for earth to swallow him whole right there and then.

But then you gave him a warm smile, eyes glistening under the lights and face welcoming to his nervous, shy aura.

You held your hand out and Chris almost melted. 

Warm and delicate are two adjectives he’d use to describe your hand as you shook hands.

“What an honor,” you began, “We were just talking about your movie that’s coming out next month.”

And then he felt like crying because holy shit you knew he was an actor, you knew his movie, and you knew its release date.

The moment your hand left his was a moment that Chris would never forget because if he had a last wish, it definitely was to keep your hand in his for the longest while and that was something that your boyfriend didn’t need to know.

“Were you?” In surprise, Chris asked.

You nodded, “I loved the first part,” you said.

Unbeknownst to Chris, you did love the first part and you did want to watch the next one but there was one thing you couldn’t remember.

His name.

“Oh, oh wow,” he laughed, “Thank you, that means a lot,” he put a hand to his heart, “Means so much,” he said, “I can’t wait for your movies either. I’m-I’m sure they’re going to be incredible.”

“Right? She never disappoints,” Anne said, smiling at you before looking back at Chris.

Jennifer nodded, “Only Y/N can have Nolan and Fincher movies coming out in the same year.”

“Only Y/N,” Chris agreed, “Let’s not forget Peaky Blinders.”

“Peaky Blinders!” Anne exclaimed with wide eyes, “I physically can’t wait for the second season.”

“It’s a good one,” you said with a smile, “We were talking about you, how did this turn to be about me?” You asked Chris, “Have you been enjoying the title? The Captain America title?”

“I’ll go check on Ben,” Jennifer said, “Excuse me,” with a smile, she walked away.

You hummed at Chris, letting him know that he had your attention.

“I-“

“I need to use the restroom,” Anne then said, “Sorry. Excuse me,” she smiled at the both of you before walking away.

“Sorry,” you smiled at Chris, “Go on.”

At the fact that it was just you and him, Chris grew more anxious. He wasn’t sure if it was respectful to put his hands in his pockets as he talked to you, deeming you as royalty, but his sweaty palms chose otherwise by letting him stuff them in his warm pockets.

“Um, it’s-it’s been a positive experience at most, I’d say. Maybe-It’s definitely stressful,” he said, you nodding as you intently listened, “You know, having to-having to always look a certain way, behave a certain way because there are children who are-children who are taking Cap as a role model, that sort of stressful, you know?”

You hummed, nodding, “I understand,” you said, “It’s definitely stressful and I can’t say you’ll be getting over it any time soon,” you chuckled slightly, “But I feel like you have so much power to set a right example to kids right now.”

Chris nodded, “Definitely, definitely,” he agreed, “That’s the half full cup right there.”

“The half full cup,” you nodded with a smile, “Are you excited about the world seeing your new movie? How does it feel?”

Liam was right. You were a fucking gem.

If it weren’t for Hemsworth bribing Chris by telling him that he’d steal the Captain America shield for him, Chris wouldn’t have been standing with you, that was for sure. But what Chris didn’t expect was that you were going to keep the conversation flowing, wanting to make him feel seen and heard in a way he didn’t expect someone of your status to care about.

“I’m excited,” he began, “Nervous for sure,” he laughed, making you nod with a laugh, understanding where he was coming from, “But I’m trying to mask that with excitement.”

“Fake it till you make it,” you gave him a shrug with a smile—an innocent act that shouldn’t have made Chris swoon. 

“That’s right,” he chuckled. Chris knew it was risky. He knew that he’d be kicking himself in the balls later, but nevertheless, he still asked: “Would you-Would you like a drink?”

It wasn’t the first time that you were asked the same thing by those who feel adventurous enough to ask, and in a way, it was easy to answer.

“Um, I don’t drink,” you said, not wanting to bruise his anxious ego.

It was one thing that you didn’t want to be grabbing drinks with people who might misinterpret your agreement to you being interested even though you had a loving boyfriend, and it was another that it was your history with an abusive, alcoholic, sick excuse of a father keep you away from putting alcohol anywhere near your lips.

“But I did hear that Bill Murray has a special order that everyone’s been getting,” you added quickly, not wanting him to get embarrassed, “I’m sticking to my lime soda,” you chuckled, raising your empty glass.

His cheeks were already flushed red, giving you a smile as he nodded, “Yeah, yeah, I-I understand,” he said, “I mean I understand that you don’t drink. I respect it. Not that I understand Murray’s order,” he rambled before his face fell a little, “I understand that Murray has a special order though, I just-I don’t know what it is, but I get it. I-Fuck,” he said the last part under his breath, embarrassment almost seeping through his skin.

You gave him an assuring smile, “I don’t know what the order is either,” you said.

Before Chris could further embarrass himself, he watched as Lady Gaga approach you, putting her hand on your shoulder before you turned, letting out an excited “Oh!” before hugging her.

He couldn’t hear what Gaga said to you, but he could see her pointing behind her before you nodded and turned to him, “Would you excuse me?”

“Yeah, of course, sure. Yeah,” he nodded, “Go ahead.”

Reaching your hand out, “It was nice talking to you,” you smiled, “Good luck with your movie.”

“Same here,” he smiled, shaking your head, “Thank you.”

“Get that special order, will you?” You joked before turning with Gaga and walking away.

Walking back to the Hemsworth brothers, Chris tried to maintain a calm and collected stance, pursing his lips as to not laugh at their reactions; Chris Hemsworth bit his fist in feigned worry, Luke covered mouth as he laughed, and Liam was calmly clapping and nodding his head at Chris.

“How was it?” Chris H. asked as soon as Chris approached them.

“I-I might have made a fucking fool out of myself but I’m pretty sure that was my ‘I made it’ moment,” he pointed behind him.

Like a bunch of high school kids, the tall men were giggling, laughing and clapping each others on the backs as Chris acted out his brief conversation with you, being everything but professional actors at a high-profile after party. 

It wasn’t until Evie, your assistant, approached you later to make sure your makeup and hair were all set that you managed to ask:

“Who’s the guy who plays Captain America? What’s his name?”

“Chris Evans,” Evie answered with an eager smile, “Saw him looking like a nervous kid and talking to you.”

You chuckled, “He was nice,” you said, “Just felt bad for not remembering his name.”

“Poor guy,” she said, brushing back a piece of your hair and lightly patting it into place, “He’ll probably remember this moment all his life.”

You only hummed before thanking her, going back to your night of mingling, unaware that until the very last moment of his night, Chris was as bright as a kid on a Christmas night over talking to you.

#planet evans universe #planet evans #chris evans imagine #pe blurb #chris evans x reader #chris evans #chris evans one shot #chris evans series

[criminalskies]

You and Aaron on a Museum Date Together HC's

Photo credits after the cut.

Aaron buys your favorite cup of chai and you go to The Met together.

You spend all day roaming the galleries enjoying the blend of old and new art.

You tease him for not having a favorite artist, but he reminds you that you don't have one either. So you both decide to try and pick a favorite painting.

In the wing with the statues Aaron tries to find the statue that looks most like you. When he finds one, he tells you that you're more beautiful than any work of art.

Aaron goes full dad mode in the ancient art galleries and he has to read all the little signs with information on them. He makes you look to because he's holding your hand.

When the museum gets a little too busy for his liking, you lead him out of the grounds where you stroll around leisurely taking in the pretty day.

Aaron can't help but look at the security measures at the museum and tell you how he'd change them.

The next week, Aaron gets a package from you, it's a print of his favorite painting. He hangs it in his living room and thinks of how you are the most beautiful thing in his life. That you are the living embodiment of perfection.

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Photo Credits:

Center Row: Middle (@catsadams)

Bottom Row: Left (@doomed-introvert Center and Right (@reading-books-in-the-moonlight

Holy smokes Levi I am so sorry time got away from me in replying to this but !!!!!!!!!!!!! Awwwwwww I love this 🥺. Let me run through these oh my goodness it's just so cute.

I should have known something was up when you were asking me about my favourite drinks 🥰 but awwwwwww that's so sweet. whenever people greet me with a little treat in hand I am reduced to a blushy lump.

The way Aaron would be so so educated on all these artists, old and new, and their styles and the works meanings, meanwhile I'm looking at it and saying it feels like a warm blue blanket and hes just like ??? yeah okay so they actually had to feed their family and-

favourite painting is so much more doable. I was that kid that couldnt even have a favourite toy bc the others would feel left out, so talking about favourite artists in a museum full of art??! awful, I can't do it. A favourite piece, I might be able to manage 😅

STOP IT AJHJDFKHDSJFHS YOU CAN'T JUST DROP SOMETHING THAT SWEET ON ME?! god i'd kiss him until he got dizzy for that one. Or i'd just go beet red. Hopefully both.

He definitely has to read every word on the plaques bc we both know he prides himself on being so well-read and well educated. Like sure he's no Reid but by god Aaron is so fucking knowledgeable on damn near everything and it is so so sexy. Meanwhile if it doesn't have a pulse I know nothing about it. But of course if he's going to hold my hand I'm going to do absolutely anything he wants to.

MUSEUM GARDENS ARE SO SEXY AND HE DEFINITELY KNOWS HOW MUCH I FUCK WITH CUTE PLANTS fjsdhfjshkjfh I would 100% force him to spend equal amounts of time in the fresh air outside just sitting or walking and holding his fricking hand (i forget how badly I just want to hold his silly frickin hand)

He watches the guards swap shifts and he's like pfffft one of them checked in his firearm to the safe before the new guard had even retrieved his, and they had an almost EIGHT minute conversation. That's plenty of time for any thief to- and I'm like aaron aaron it's okay. they're just paintings. It's okay.

LEVI YOU ALWAYS WANT ME TO CRY AND YOU ALWAYS GET ASTONISHINGLY CLOSE TO ACHIEVING IT. what do you meeeeeannnnn he hangs it and thinks I'm the most beautiful thing in his skfjskljsldfkjkflsddjshfjjhgkjfhdkjghdkjfghd what if this killed me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Also also also, may I please note that all of these images are just so elegant and set such a tone like they''re so perfect for this little date you're picturing. Gosh I don't know how you do it honey but thank you for sharing these headcanons, they have really brightened my day. Thank you sweetheart 🫂💖💐✨

#rome’s wonderful moots! <3 #the lovely levi! #rome’s got mail! #love mail 💌 #Aaron mail! #hotch mail! #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner imagines #aaron hotchner thoughts #hotch imagines #hotch headcanons #hotch fluff #hotch x you #hotch x reader

[missatan]

📩 Simblr question of the day: Who's your biggest inspiration/s on Simblr? Mention them! Tell us why you like them!

oh god, i have so many and i know i am missing some! i sat on this for a min so i could remember!

@gleamer: Their renders are fucking gorgeous, but I also LOVE how their sims interact with each other! I love how much depth and emotion they put into their faces! They have inspired me to do that for my sims just to show who they are as people. Also, their sims are so beautiful!!

@crsentfairy: INDIE!! Gods, where do I start? Her sim style is beautiful and instantly recognizable. I don't need to see Indie's username up above to know that she made them! I love her way of storytelling instantly grabs you at the heart and I love how in depth each oc is! I LOVE how she writes dialogue. Each character SOUNDS like their character if you get what I mean.

@diactrl: MY WIFE!!!! ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS!! MY POOKIE!!! <3333 Dia is ridiculously talented with how she creates renders and sims. The way she styles her sims and it adds so much personality to them too!! Not only does she make the hot ass sims, but just her presence forces me to finish my own shit!

@rosymiel: JESUS CHRIST THEY ARE SO GOOD AT EDITING!!! I remember years ago when I first followed how much I was in awe with how they render then paint over it. Their edits are pure art and so beautiful!! I have always wanted to get to that level!!!

@yngblkarawak: THEY ARE SO MUCH TO SAY!!!! THE WAY THEY STYLE SIMS! THE WAY THEY MAKE SIMS! THE WAY THEY RENDER! THE WAY THEY PUT TOGETHER IDEAS I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED TO CAPTURE! THE WAY THEY CAN MAKE A SIM LOOK EXACTLY LIKE A PERSON! THE WAY THEY PUT 2+ HAIRS TOGETHER! JUST EVERYTHING!!!! ABSOLUTELY STUNNING ALWAYS!

@vampiremilfs: Nez was one of the first people I came across on tumblr that made me want to get into renders and editing! Their renders feel as if they're from a movie or a video game! I am ALWAYS in awe when they post a render of their sims. they're also so fucking hot and get me foaming at the mouth!!!

@blackskorpi0n: JAKLFJFSKJ STORM!!! They are my blender queen!!! I am always in awe when they create a render and how they put together ideas. I truly feel as if I'm part of their sim's words. The way they do textures, their editing skills, how they move hair perfectly to go with the motion (does that sentence even make sense?? idEK!)

there is so much more and i know I'm blanking. But so many people on this app inspire me SO much!!!! it's a lil art gallery here

#tysm for asking!!! #asks

[theloveablesociopath]

Mistress of darkness

Where all my goth bitches at?? Yeahhhhhh baby this is for you. 🦇got to represent my fellow, gothic Eddie simps. (Please tell me what you think!)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x goth! reader

Warnings: swearing, bullying, not much else.

(She/her pronouns used. (I think)

Summery: moving to a new school, you try to find your crowd, feeling lost, when you stumble upon a strange candlelit room.

Description: think 80s goth. Wild, teased, and hair sprayed black hair, the perfectly, imperfect Siouxsie Sioux, eyeliner. And don’t forget the beauty that is fishnets, leather, and studded belts.

Let’s not forget the very queen her self, Elvira. An iconic inspiration for style.

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You’re not sure if you where all that nervous about this new school. Sure, your style was less then typical, but in your old school their where plenty of other people who shared your love of all things dark and mysterious.

There would defiantly be people here that where the same right?

Boy how you where wrong.

The morning of your first day, your hands where still frantically pushing and pulling at a teasing pick, entangled into your dark hair and puffing it up before snapping it in place.

Hair spray misting through the air in thick clouds.

You stared at yourself in the mirror of your vanity, trying desperately not to panic when you realized one half of your eyeliner was significantly longer then the other, intern making the brows that connected them incredibly uneven.

You sat for another grueling hour, shoving face cleaner and eyeliner in and out of your pours.

Ok. Ok ok. That’s good enough, no one will notice will they? You thought surely everyone’s been there and they’ll understand

You tapped your foot violently on the floor, jittering your legs in anxious muscle spasms.

I hope they like me. Your mind flooded again. What if they think I’m just a wanna be? What if they don’t want me to join their table? Or worse What if…. Oh god… what if they think ultravox is goth?!

So maybe music was a bit important to you, more importantly the very mention of music being placed in the wrong gene categories.

You took a step from your vanity smoothing out your tinkled, fishnet sleeves. You had already gotten dressed, which was always the first thing you did. Specifically to protect the poof of your teased hair, against a flatting shirt collar.

Lastly, you jammed your foot into tall leather boots, lacing up the miles of laces against their zigzagged hooks and tightening the strap right above the knee. Insuring the right jeans you wore where tucked Nicely underneath them.

You stood up, grabbing your old cross body bag adorned with patches of your favorite things, Elvira, Siouxsie Sioux, and the evil dead. shuffling for your keys among the clatter of items they where stuffed within it.

Calm down, it’s go time.

Ripping open the door and cautiously stomping down the staircase to head to school you heard you mother call from the kitchen.

“Have a good first day! Love you!” She yelled happily, her colorful polka dotted apron smeared with flour.

“Thanks mom! Love you!” You yelled back, jolting out the door and down the sidewalk to your car.

You wished you drove a hurst, or an impala or even just any nice sleek looking ride.

Instead, you threw your bag across the sun cracked seats of an old amc pacer. The paint chipped and rusted from the outside, adorned with dents from your ‘not so easy’ driving lesson. And the worst part of it all, was the loud mustard faded yellow that covered the entire thing.

You reached in, jolting the car alive after a ton of rapid ticks and rumbles of a struggling engine.

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You swear if your speakers weren’t blown out you would have jammed all the way to school, letting your first day jitters melt into the seats.

Since that obviously wasn’t happening all you could really do was park quietly and open your creaking rusted door.

It’s fine, everything’s fine, and this is gonna be a great day.

As you walked across the parking lot, seeing the bustle of students crowding the pavement, you quickly noticed the eyes on you.

You where used to it, it’s not like stares have ever been surprising, it happened everywhere you went, but today you where having a lot harder time ignoring them.

Especially when their hushed comments were never as quite as they thought they where.

You’ll find your crowd. You told yourself. Theirs always a crowd.

Walking through the doors of school you began looking for your locker, checking a million times that it’s number matched the paper in your hands.

“766, 766” you repeated quietly, eyes trailing the metal numbers amidst the blue.

You suddenly felt yourself slam into someone, realizing in your hunt you had failed to keep your eyes on the bodies walking the opposing direction.

You stumbled in your boots catching your self on the floor as you bag skidded to the side.

“Sorry!” You shouted behind the roar of students. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Oh it’s ok I-“ he began before chuckling loudly. “Wow….Didn’t expect more freaks to roll in this year.” He jutted.

You looked up at him, green letterman jacket hanging on his body like an attention craved rag. You stood up, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder.

“Hmmm yeah, haven’t heard that one before.” You rolled your eyes.

“Do us all a favor and get a new hobby, your concern with others style is more desperate then you think.”

He scoffed, laughing with a firm scowl dampening his face.

“Style” he said sarcastically

Before pushing past you, giving a shoulder check that made your bag slump to the ground again.

Of course. Their in ever school.

You went on your way finally finding your locker and quickly fumbling through the combination.

Once you had your books all settled you happily tapped your ‘siouxsie sioux and the banshees’ magazine clipping to the inside.

My queen, may she guide me through the year.

Heading off to class you began to notice quickly you had yet to see a single person like you. Your gut starting to twist. You really missed your old friends, it was a lot easier battling snide comments when you had like minded people beside you.

The day dragged on, bringing more and more insults and back handed compliments.

“I like your costume.” A classmate sarcastically said, her lips practically dripping in malice.

Sure because that was really a compliment…

By the time lunch hit you finally came to the realization that out of all the groups, clubs,and cliques there was not a dark music lover one.

The nerds, the sporty, the plastics and the normals but even through the geeks, not one looked like they’d share your interests.

Don’t be shallow. You thought. Maybe theirs gems among you.

You pumped up your courage, letting your boots clack and clutter heavily as you walked, the chains around your belt dangling and slamming against the metal studs, as you approached a table.

You sat down in an empty seat in a low crowded table, a couple of people listening to their walk man’s and some playing chess. They looked up at you, quirking their brows befor scoffing and getting up to move.

“Wait I-“ you started before realizing it’s useless. You really shouldn’t judge people especially when this is what your met with from those who judge you.

Your not sure why people assumed the way you dressed effected your personality.

Not all nerds where shy, not all cheerleaders where bitchy, and not all goths are depressing.

You mostly thought of yourself as the snid, funny type. Sometimes mean, sometimes sarcastic, but most of the time funny and fun loving.

You sighed loudly at the empty table, pushing your tray Aside as you began to people watch.

One group stood out to you, but after hearing the screaming comments of their leader you got a little nervous to approach them.

Still you did admire that at least a couple people looked like they where outside the realm of the casually dressed.

He looked like a metal head, adorned in denim and leather, chains and patches. A twing of punk and thrasher slewed into his attire.

I’ll buck up the courage… you thought. Hmm maybe tomorrow? I just can’t Walt’s up to them, that didn’t turn out so well last time.

Your courage was smashed a little when the boy glanced at you, a confused and puzzled looked on his face before turning back to his friends and muttered something, laughing lightly.

You really hoped he wasn’t judging you, he really had no room to talk.

When lunch was over you continued with the long drowning day, finally reaching the end.

Ready to head out, you stopped at your locker before noticing your science textbook was no where to be seen.

Fuck. I can’t loose it on the first day. You thought. Iv got to keep my grades up this year.

You pondered for a moment, scanning your brain for places you’d been. Right after science was drama, a class you never wanted to be apart of but was told it looked good on your record. You sighed heading to the other side of the building, hoping the doors where still unlocked so you could grab it and get the hell home.

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Eddie slammed his fist down on the table, knocking game pieces away in his excitement. Raising his hands in the air.

“The heroes where trapped! Scanning the darkness around them in terror as the floor boards creaked.” He began.

“Undead moaning lurking in the darkness around them.”

He let out a loud guttural howl, as the group watched intently at their dungeon master.

The candles bringing soft light around his theatric form.

He put his hands in the air notching his fingers into claws as he creeped towards the table.

“Before they could run, they saw a figure emerge from the darkness-“

He was cut off, as the door to the room opened, and a dark tall figure walked in.

“MISTRESS OF DARKNESS!” He yelled, motioning to the door frame as the door slammed shut behind you.

“Ahhhh!!!” The group yelled, eyes wide with fear. As Eddie began to laugh wildly. Before quickly gaining his composure, trying to work with the sudden uninvited guest.

You stood there frozen in place hands stopped in front of you with mouth wide.

What the fuck did you just walk into. Oh god where’s your book, should you run? What the hell is this. A room filled with candles and man screaming names at you while laughing? Shit shit shit.

“The mistresses approached the table towering over the heroes as her undead fangs snarled.” He yelled out motioning you to come into the light.

You had no idea what to do, running seemed like an embarrassing option, but so did standing their silently. so you complied, taking a couple of loud echoing steps towards the boys. As they visibly tensed.

The candle light washed over you, revealing your extremely puzzled face.

“I uh- uh..” you stuttered. Say something say anything!

“Hero’s! Nows your chance! Will you banish the mistress to the shadow realm! Or let her suck your soul from your body!” Eddie continued, never breaking character and honestly you where kinda amazed that he just played along with this distribution. But you half wondered what the hell this whole charade of stories was.

Sucking souls from bodies??? What the hell. I mean cool but also why you?

“Banishment!!!” Dustin yelled! Pretending to hold a sword up in his hands as he stood.

“Roll for initiative young barbarian!” Eddie yelled back as Dustin through a d20 on the table.

Seemingly devastated as it bounced onto a 2. He slumped back in his chair as the others groaned.

“Mistress! How will you fight back against the forces of light?!” He asked motioning a hand to you.

“I uh- well I-“ you started.

Pull yourself together. Your fine (y/n). It’s some sort of game. Play along! Who knows maybe you’ll make friends!

“I’ll- uh- suck out his soul from his nimble body!” You awkwardly shouted. Pointing at dustin and raising your hand into a fist.

Eddie stopped for a moment, eyes fixed on you. She’s really playing along? He thought. No one ever plays along. He smirked

“Right! Roll for initiative!” He yelled tossing you a dice from the table.

You awkwardly fumbled with it in your hands, and threw it across the surface, landing on a beautiful 18.

You pumped your fist. Not sure what this means but you knew 18 was higher then 2 so that’s a good sign.

“The mistress extended her arms, grabbing the barbarian as he screamed. ‘Your mine now!’ She screeched pulling the soul from within his body. Delivering the finely 10 points of hit damage.” Eddie yelled

“No!!! Come on man I was so close!” Dustin yelled.

“Your the one who kept bugging the orc in the first room dustin! You have no life points left!” Mike jutted.

“Saving throw Eddie please!” He begged

“Silence, defeated hero! Your eagerness was your downfall!” Eddie finished bowing and looking up to you.

He slapped his hands together laughing.

“That was fun mistress! Didn’t think you’d play along.” He said watching as your still embarrassed form fiddled with the straps on your bag.

“Uh yeah it was kinda neat, I uh, just needed my textbook.” You said sheepishly.

All eyes where fixed on you.

“Ah! Thought it was yours.” Mike spoke up grabbing a book from under the table and handing it to you.

You noticed the bat book mark sticking out of the top and figured that might have given it away.

“Thanks.”

“Your the new girl right? Just moved here?” Dustin asked starring up at you.

“Yeah, yeah I uh, just moved to Hawkins from Indianapolis.” You confirmed scratching your neck nervously.

“Well welcome to the worst town of the state.” Eddie pipped up smirking. “Pretty brave of you to show up dressed like that your first day”

“Uh. Brave? Like that?” Your eye twitched, he may have been fun a second ago but it really ticked you off when people said stuff like that. “If I’m ‘brave’ for wearing,’this’” you motioned to himself “then your brave for playing this game… who cares if it’s what you like. I don’t think it’s all that weird to have a different wardrobe.” You scoffed.

“What’s next your gonna tell me I’m wearing a costume?” You jutted.

He laughed. “Feisty thing aren’t you?”

“Bitchy thing aren’t you?” You shot back, turning to heads towards the door.

He smirked. “Thanks for visiting mistress of the night! I look forward to your next attack!” He yelled across the room.

You put your hand on the door pushing lightly.

“Anytime metal boy.” You scoffed sarcastically. “Look forward to eating your soul!” You yelled back as you walked through the door.

((Let me know if you want a part 2 or a series form this I have some ideas))

#fanfiction #theloveablesociopath #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #Eddie munson x goth reader #eddie x reader #stranger things fanfiction #eddie stranger things

[slither-in-gryffindor]

social media is a horror to explore

A/N: I totally have no idea how ig live works but uhh here's a valentines mini fic! btw the character's posts aren't necessarily related so this is scenario 3 with Wednesday having no socmed... or does she?

#3: Happy Valentine's Day!

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Enid’s followers immediately flocked to her stream when the notification popped up. They were greeted with the camera pointed upwards at a beautiful glass ceiling — showcasing the dark clouds and lightning that were in the sky

[woah! hvd! enid where you at?]

[happy valentines day enid!]

[dude that’s fucking awesome! perfect and is so me this vday]

The phone panned downwards and around the mansion. Dark wooden walls that created obscure corners,  tall windows that loomed; paintings of people in all black, still, yet looked as if their eyes were following you.

The comments were freaking out to what was happening to their beloved wolf as they expected a bright and cheery greeting this February 14. A greeting they always get every year

The camera flipped and Enid finally showed her face.

“So I am totally freaking out. It may not look like it, cause I am trying really hard to contain my excitement but —” she moved closer to the camera until only the upper portion of her face was in the screen “I am at my best friend's house cause she invited me to the Valentine’s ball her family always throw”

[asdklskglhs enid bby r u and ur roomie finally gonna get married]

[e dude! ur loyl invited u to a ball????]

[ahhhhh im so happy for youuuu]

“She’s not the love of my life” Enid hissed, turning absolutely red at the comment and looked around as if Wednesday was gonna pop out of some corner and kill her for saying something romantic. The girl doesn’t know about her  love and she plans to keep it that way. Thank the gay gods the goth doesn’t have any social media.

“Anyway as I was saying, there’s a ball in a few hours and want to see what you guys think of my top picks.”

The screen shook as Enid walked towards the guest room. The werewolf steadied the phone on the bed and the camera only showed an empty background while shuffling came from her trying on the first dress.

The top three dresses she chose were flattering. It’s not like she’s trying to make Wednesday see that she’s attractive, no.  Because she’s long accepted that Wednesday wouldn’t ever see her as more than a friend. She’s just dressing for herself, totally.

“Okay guys what do we think of outfit number 1”

[girl you look great i love it *chefs kiss]

[oh wow! You look so gorgeous that looks great on you]

[If that’s only choice number one I wonder how the others look cause that’s already hottt]

“Really? It’s not too much?” Enid asked, and nodded as more comments flooded, “okay, lemme know how number two looks.”

[Hmmm. You look gorgeous, but I dunno something seems off about it]

[What are you talking about??? This one looks cute!]

[marry me marry me marry me marry me]

“Right?! Like it's cute but not really. Okay last one. Maybe this is the dress.”

[ENID THATS IT THATS HOW YOU GET THE GIRL]

[omg enid so pretty]

[asgklasdhfwsdf mommy im gay]

[OOOH I KNOW WHY THE OTHERS LOOK KINDA OFF EVEN IF THEYRE GREAT. ITS CAUSE THEYRE NOT YOU. THIS IS YOU ENID IM SURE YOUR GF WOULD LOVE IT MORE]

“I don’t know about love it, but yeah. This really is more my style.” Enid brushed her hands over the smooth fabric and twirled, trying to look at herself in every possible angle. She bit her lip, it’s sexy but not too much. And the color totally agrees with her skin tone. Yeah. This is the one.

“Okay, I’m gonna get ready. I’ll try to show you guys the after-look and maybe even a pic of Wednesday. Happy Valentine's Day! I love you all thank you for the help!”

[stream ended]

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#wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #social media au

[viviaxia]

cherry red curtains.

note: this is my first ever fanfic here, this is also in AO3! if you want to read it there and I hope you enjoy this, please be nice hihi and I would absolutely love feedback!

Cherry red curtains drape over his window, leaving the sunlight to paint the room red. You glance to your side to see the man beside the window, admiring as the sun sets. A shadow fell across the room because of his broad shoulders blocking off some of the sun's rays. “Oh God, how beautiful even his shadow is.”

𐙚⊹₊⋆☆

Felix Catton, the man who caused you to doubt your own existence. The first time you laid your eyes on him, was also the start of your world revolving around him. You're someone who values high morals and has so much self respect, a “good girl” as they say and despite your best efforts— it'd be bad to deny it right? that you unconsciously do things to please him.

“I like the bow.” Felix compliments you as he gets off his bike.

You looked wonderful wearing a tight brown shirt that hugged your curves and went great with your favorite belted jeans that brought attention to your round cheeks. Your gold moon-shaped earrings and a watch that Felix gave you long-ago, paired well with a Pandora bracelet with chic dark blue accents, completed the look. Finally, a dainty baby blue satin ribbon finished your half-updo.

You came to a halt as you walked past him. “I'll take it off then.” you joked as you turned around to face him. Gosh, you always seem to forget how tall he is, you were already tall enough but still, you have to look up to him.

“You don't have to.” he shrugs, then approaches you and gently grabs your waist to give a quick kiss on top of your head. It's his luck that he can do this with little to no effort because of your ideal height.

Really?!? First thing in the morning? you just internally rolled your eyes. Despite this, you don't find it annoying. It's what you guys do. It's all too familiar for you, Felix can name where your freckles are at and wouldn't miss a spot, even the ones that you didn't know you have. While you alone can name every part of him by a simple touch of your kiss, a knack that you wanted to try on him but only if he'd let you.

ᯓ★

You and Felix caused a big stir on the students as you entered the school. Startling all of them to glance at you, some even daring to stare as your red-bottomed heels echoed throughout the hallway. You couldn't help but let out a faint chuckle, pleased at how they stiffened up when they saw you and Felix together. Your hair was perfectly placed— it always has to be, God knows how much you hated how you had to wake up a little extra early just to style your hair— and is even more beautiful as the warm wind lightly brushes it. All eyes were now on you and Felix as you both walked through the hallways, some even bold enough to give you two the death stare— you haven't even touched him and yet, they're already acting like some animal marking their territory but Felix wasn't theirs and will never be.

Felix is loved by everyone— worshiped like some sort of Greek God and rightfully so. He is affectionate and tactile with those around him like he doesn't have a damn clue how it looks to others. He has this enigmatic aura around him, something that every woman and man wanted to be around with, even if it meant to be around a potent and intoxicating aura, leaving them till their breathless but despite all of that they'll be begging and chasing for him.

For you, everyone says the same thing. Everyone you come across with wants you— honestly? how could anyone not desire you when you are from the richest of rich, did they also mention that you're gorgeous, and intelligent? What a dangerous fucking combo. You know what to give and what not to give, always leaving them to fantasize about you— giving a little room for imagination but you're never too less and that's why they love you.

Making you and Felix to be a lethal mix, intertwining together. They never truly knew what you two do behind closed doors but everyone knew your Felix's, even if he decided to share you on some occasions. That's why they so much envy your pair, you two were untouchable.

You don't even mind the secrecy of it all. The light touches he leaves you behind— a kiss on the shoulder, his hands on your back, the way he gives you sweets when you're grumpy— you love it, you love the thrill it gives you.

𐙚⊹₊⋆☆

You looked at the building in front of you making sure it was Felix's flat, even though you've been here a hundred times already and have probably memorized all the nooks and cranny the building could offer but it's just a natural habit that you do. As soon as you found a good parking spot, you then grabbed the very much oversized racer jacket Felix left at your flat and wore it because you only wore your sleeping clothes, a tight white shirt paired with some booty shorts and you'd rather be in hell than get caught wearing house clothes outside. You internally laugh at yourself as you open the car door and drop your heels to wear it, as you get out of your car you grab your sunglasses and car keys, twirling it around your index finger.

“This is ridiculous.” you chuckle at yourself as you put on your shades and walk up to the entrance of the building.

Dangling bells rang as soon as you pushed the glass door open, alerting all the front desk staff to look at you. At least you looked decent right? with your hair still tucked inside Felix racer jacket.

“I'll sign later madam.” you smiled at the lovely receptionist behind the desk.

“It’s fine dear.” she smiles back at you and gestures for you to go to the elevator. She already knows you're headed for Felix's flat, you've been here countless of times that she already recognizes you and due to her old age when Felix brings an unfamiliar girl here she accidentally calls your name leaving the girl probably thinking who’s name she just called them.

But who doesn't know your name? when you're the most beloved model in the industry.

ᯓ★

You opened the door to Felix’s flat and pushed it softly, revealing Felix to be in his swivel chair— man spreading in his boxer. He was already expecting you.

He let out a faint chuckle seeing you— ugh you already know you looked insane enough. You then went inside and closed the door, you smiled in defeat walking up to him. Suddenly, he grabs you by the hips as you are arm's reach for him. He beams a smile at you, and you can't help but notice how his eyes sparkle in the sunlight, making them appear even more intense. He's too lovely to look at.

“You look ridiculous,” he pauses for a moment, as you were placing your sunglasses on top of your head, pushing the front of your hair back. “I love it.” he finally says, gripping your hips even more tighter.

“of course you do.” you rolled your eyes at him, grabbing your tucked hair as you were removing Felix's jacket, then throwing it at the desk besides you two.

You can't help but get weak in the knees as you look back to see him. An eyesore, honestly— too beautiful to look at. Looking down on him makes your stomach swirl in knots and as the sun paints the room red you can't deny that your body's getting hot. Your hands on his shoulder and his hands on your hips, a picture flashed before your eyes.

It all felt so surreal, like it's your first— but this was never the first, but it always seems to feel like it though, misty air covered the room making your body even hotter. A naked figure stood in front of Felix, you. While his hands touched your body he was worshiping you like a goddess. He kissed your abdomen while you grabbed your boobs, you wanted more— you needed more and as Felix, the attentive man that he is— only around you though, grabbed your hips to take your pussy into his mouth. You let out a faltering gasp, grabbing him by the shoulder at the sudden move. You then looked at his face as he laps you like the first time, you were already making faces that he liked— no, he loved it. Making him laugh whilst sucking you dry, you can't help but hitch at the knees as his laughs send vibrations to your body— he then forcefully grabs you closer to him as you are fighting back, already overstimulated by the feeling of his tongue swirling around your clit. At that moment, you just let your head roll back and feel, even though your knees were about to give in. However, he just tightened his grip around your hips, you don't mind the fucking bruise it'll leave you the first thing in the morning. He loved that you were already so wet for him and when you grabbed his hair— pulling him closer to your pussy, moaning his name like there was no tomorrow.

“Do you wanna come?”

“shit.” you cursed as you let out a long sigh.

“I said, do you wanna come to saltburn?” He asks you again, with concern in his voice, making his eyes shine more.

Oh fuck, you looked at him dazed, cutting off your little fantasy and you didn't even realize that you were gripping on his shoulder like a damn leech. But he just gave you a mischievous smile and of course, he already knew.

“Yeah, I'll go.” You timidly respond, you then shake your head softly— slightly embarrassed at what you have just thought. Felix then stands up to sit on the desk, to which you grabbed the swivel chair and sat.

“You sure?” a tint of uncertainty in his voice as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear because the first time he invited you to saltburn, you had to decline due to a busy schedule with fashion week so you couldn't come.

“Mhm, I already cleared my schedule this summer.” You nod at him, he then grabs your face and plants kisses all over your face.

“You don't know how glad I am to hear that.” He gives you a smile and continues to plant more kisses on your face. You couldn't help but just laugh at how he is right now.

𐙚⊹₊⋆☆

It was time to leave already, as you were wearing the ridiculous outfit again. Felix was leaning against the door frame, with his arms crossed in front of him and fixing his gaze upon you.

“You’re really sure that you don't want me to come with you?” He asks you again, frowning his eyebrows at you.

“Yep,” you gave an assuring smile at him “and besides you have paper to do.” you peeked at his flat one more time, seeing all the paperwork stacked besides his computer.

And before you could even leave he said one more thing.

“I bet you thought of me nicely earlier.” He gave you a mischievous sneer and watched you intently to gauge your response.

And you grinned back at him, sneering, “You bet I did.” You then gave him a quick kiss on his lips.

ᯓ★

#felix catton #felix catton smut #felix catton saltburn #felix catton fanfic #saltburn #he so fine #he so hot #hyperfixation #smut #fantasy #sexy content #first fanfic #the brainrot is real #writers on tumblr

[noctumbra]

       𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐩𝐨𝐩 

summary ─ bucky looks so good on his knees, and steve might just keep there.

pairing ─ steve rogers x bucky barnes

warnings ─ blowjob, kissing, light dirty talk, sassy bucky, implied bottom bucky, they’re in love your honor

It was an obscene sight: Bucky’s beautiful mouth stretched wide around Steve’s cock. His cheeks were painted crimson, hair bobbing softly as his head, eyes closed and eyelashes fanned over those artistically high cheekbones.

He looked so pretty on his knees, sucking Steve’s cock, that Steve wanted to keep there forever. The thing was, if he were to tell Bucky that, he’d accept it without a hesitation. That was why he loved him so. Their love was beyond psychical: They knew the way the other thought, what they might have been feeling or what they actually meant. One look into each other’s eyes, and they knew.

Steve loved this deep connection.

Now, though, Bucky was having a deep connection with his cock, which was equally loved and welcomed.

Steve moaned when he felt Bucky swallowing. His throat muscles were wonderfully tight around his hard cock; the back of his throat was wet and warm and Steve was very close to lose it. He hummed instead. His large hand slipped into Bucky’s hair and formed into a loose fist. Bucky moaned as loud as he could with his mouth full.

Steve smirked. Bucky was always a slut for pain, and the only thing Steve could do was to give him what he was craving for.

He tightened his fist and pulled on his hair as Bucky struggled to bob his head up and down. The deep, vibrating moan Bucky let out enveloped Steve’s cock, made him shiver and moan loudly. Steve cursed.

“Goddamn, baby,” he rasped. His mouth was dropped open, now both hands were in Bucky’s hair and pulling the strands. His hips were moving gently, thrusting into the welcoming heat of his lover’s mouth. Bucky was moaning and whimpering non-stop. The crimson on his cheeks had deepened. The arch of his back made his ass look amazing from where Steve was sitting. Steve gasped softly.

Pulling hard on his hair, he caused Bucky to pull off of his cock with an obscene pop sound. Bucky looked at him with glassy eyes, mouth open and red and swollen.

God, fuck him, his baby looked so damn sexy─

“Buck─” Steve gasped. Bucky just grinned at him lazily.

Steve pulled him up and kissed him on his slack mouth roughly. Teeth colliding, he licked inside his mouth and swallowed the moan Bucky let out. One of his hands were at the back of Bucky’s head, pulling his head closer to his own as he kissed the daylights out of his lover. Bucky moaned and threw his arms around Steve’s neck.

“This mouth,” Steve growled quietly when they parted for oxygen. “Gonna be the end of me one day.” Bucky grinned. He plastered his bare chest against Steve’s.

“Nah, I’ll just blow you until you come back from dead,” he said. Steve responded to his sass with a gentle slap on his ass. Bucky squeaked. Steve gathered Bucky in his arm in bridal style and walked towards their bedroom.

“Let’s fuck that sassiness outta you, huh, Buck?” He asked. Bucky’s grin went from lazy to excited.

“Oh, fuck yes, let’s,” he said. Steve laughed. Nuzzling on Bucky’s temple, he placed a kiss there. Bucky hummed happily. “My ass is ready for that Rogers poundin’, babe,” he added because he was a little shit. Steve dropped him on their bed unceremoniously as a response. Bucky chuckled.

“Hands and knees, now,” Steve ordered, and just like that Bucky mewled and took the position.

As Steve took his own position behind Bucky, his body trembled lightly with anticipation. He was going to ruin his baby so thoroughly that no nightmares would be able to touch him tonight. He smirked lightly and got to work.

Soon, Bucky was a moaning and panting mess beneath him, and Steve was far from being done with him.

The night had just started for them.

#steve rogers x bucky barnes #stucky fanfiction #steve rogers imagines #bucky barnes imagines #stucky imagines #stucky smut #stucky fluff #stucky angst #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers angst #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #steve x bucky #pop

[tothepointofinsanity]

the new pmmm movie trailer has brought back my Brainrot for the show so ive been re-exploring the pmmm corner of tumblr and

oh my god???? oh my fucking god???? oh holy shit???? oh my goodness gracious your art is so pretty??????? hello???????????

the way you draw sayaka is just fhfhfhfhhfhfhfhfhfhfhfhfhfhfhfhhfhf. yk? the english language does not have the words to articulate how much i love you art and the style of your art. i am going insane. i am losing my mind. every piece you've made featuring sayaka just captures her essence so well and it makes me feral.

sayaka's not my main favorite of the show (sorry sayaka, you rock but kyoko is just too cool with her Christian Guilt) she's a very close second and it makes me so happy to see an artist who just understands her character so well. she's a foolish girl blind to her own fate, desperate to do something special and be someone worthwhile but she's ultimately just a footnote in the grand plan of the universe, she wants to be just and righteous and kind so badly but she's too wrapped up in her own despair to truly be selfless, she can be selfish and callous but that's just because she's human, a human who realized her existence is ultimately an exercise in futility and that fact burns and it hurts so she does whatever she can to make the pain go away but it never does because she's just A Normal, Flawed Girl and that hurts so goddamn much-

i have so many Thoughts about sayaka. she makes me insane on a daily basis and your art just feels like it captures all the screeching in my brain and puts it in the form of some beautiful images. they're so great. you're doing great.

Ah, thank you for the kind words [♡] I appreciate the time you had taken out to write and send this long scroll of a compliment.

I have been told by others that the way I depict Sayaka is "so real" and that it captures her essence most of the time, even though I am not sure what particular elements about her that people in the audience like unless specified. I suppose, personally, whenever I am drawing her, I have to enter her shoes of not just "the frustration of a lovesick teenage girl", "my perceived sense of justice was flawed", but also to accept that resignation is a highlight of her character. A young girl who believes she is unloved despite her desire to do everything Right. A mermaid who cannot swim - futility and uselessness contribute to why Sayaka is a realistic and compelling person to a lot of people watching the show. Whenever I draw her, my brain paints a sketch of her sadness before anything else. The despair of "no matter what I do, this is the outcome" is true to the canon of Sayaka turning into a Witch in every timeline she tries to accomplish this Goodness by being a magical girl, reflecting the reality at large the helplessness girls in general experience on a daily basis.

It is why I find people who hate Sayaka to be...strange, since their prescribed reasons for dislike are mainly how "foolish" her wish and outlook in life was, and how she became irritating to those around her as though Sayaka isn't literally a paragon of not just deteriorating mental health, but to me, people with personality disorders as well, given that there is always a "sense" that the inevitable ending involves everyone actively avoiding you and you will eventually just...fade away into non-existence; a bad memory that no one wants to speak about. It makes me sad. Sayaka is sick, and everyone can smell the rot of magic off her.

Everytime I draw her, I want to capture, perhaps, this exact feeling of resigning to this disease. I don't want to always make the drawings beautiful since her struggles are ugly and difficult and tiresome, and shouldn't be trivialised as a result. She's always trying her best to regain control of her own life, thus being so unmatched in terms of how relatable she is to a lot of people.

I am glad that someone appreciates my works, even if they aren't always consistently quality. •́ ‿ ,•̀

#ASKS 💌 #the most girl ever

[asvterias]

𝖲𝗈𝖿𝗍!𝖬𝖺𝗑 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌

Tag List: @clarkegriffinslever

a/n: Basically season 4 but without its actual plot. Kinda long.

Soft!Max x Black!Byers!Girlfriend!Reader

• You are Joyce's daughter (adopted and same age as Will)

• When she first came to Hawkins, you immediately intrigued her with your dashing cocoa brown skin and your amazing sense of style

• Would often see her at the arcade and sometimes she would invite you to play with her

• You became her first friend and she was ecstatic

• Until she started to realize her feelings for you two months later in the friendship

• She would distance herself away from you to question her sexuality

• The Mayfield girl came to terms that she was a lesbian

• “Why are you avoiding me?”

• “Because, I just discovered something about myself and I don't know…if you'd accept me for it.”

• “Whatever it is, I'll always accept you, foxy.”

• “…I'm a lesbian.”

• “So am I.”

• “No, you don't get it [name], it's more than that. I think that I'm falling in love with you.”

• “Oh….”

• She let out a defeated sigh, “That's what I thought. You know, can you just forget about this so it doesn't ruin our friendship — even if we still are friends.”

• “Me too…”

• “Wai- what?!”

• “I'm falling in love with you too and I didn't confess because I didn't think that you would ever reciprocate those feelings.”

• “So does this mean that we're dating now?!”

• “Relax, mayfield, at least take me out for dinner first.”

• So that was how your loving relationship with max blossomed

• Your redhead girlfriend is such a cute smol bean

• Whether it's protecting you or loving you, she is a goddamn multitasker

• Max would never want to admit it but she got dating advice from Robin and Steve

• Mostly she ignored Steve and listened to Robin's advice (which was pretty good)

• So since you're friends with Vickie, Max tries to set Robin and Vickie up as a thank you

• Safe to say that they worked out so now you go on double dates occasionally

• She is the adventurous type and would make you try new things with her

• During summer break, you both took up photography, pottery, and painting class

• As soon as max was given that camera, she would non-stop take pictures of you

• Unexpectedly, Max was pretty amazing with art

• Mainly her focus was on you because you were her beautiful masterpiece after all

• Her beautiful melanin princess

• So most of her paintings were mostly you

• Now onto pottery

• I feel like max would hug you from behind and kiss your neck, desperate for your attention while you were doing pottery in the comfort of your home

• Or she would come up from behind and pepper your cheek with kisses while helping you shape it

• Max would definitely teach you how to ride her skateboard

• Like she is a helicopter girlfriend

• By that, I mean that her arms will be wrapped around your waist

• Now this is exclusively rare because she lets no one on her skateboard but herself

• Instantly, when you first got hurt riding the skateboard, the redhead completely freaked out

• So now you wear a helmet, elbow and knee pads

• The whole party was completely shooketh

• “So you’re telling me that max let you ride her skateboard and you live to see another day?”

• Meanwhile, you teach her how to bake

• She would steal cookies as they were cooling down

• “Maxy, did you steal one— FOUR cookies!!”

• “No, baby I haven't seen any cookies,”

• Your nicknames for her would be: maxy, my redhead, foxy

• Her nicknames for you would be: baby, darling, sweetheart

• One time she wanted to surprise you by baking you a cake just for being the best girlfriend to her

• That was a complete catastrophe

• Max + Baking = Horrible Match

• You literally had to call the fire department

• If max was aiming for an unforgettable birthday, she surely took the cake

• If you were sick even if it was just the flu

• May God help you

• “Do you need soup? Do you want me to fluff your pillows? Do you feel like vomiting?”

• Refuses to give you kisses while you're sick

• “No, baby. You need to get better then I will give you all the kisses that you desire.”

• Max would definitely want to wear matching Halloween costumes

• During Christmas, Max loves it when you put extra marshmallows in her hot cocoa and she loves it when you lay on her chest, all cuddled up with her arms wrapped around you, watching Christmas movies

• When you went on summer vacation for two weeks, it was like torture for her

• Even though she had Eleven and Robin to talk to, it wasn't the same

• Regularly calls you to just hear your angelic voice

• Becomes instantly flustered when Jonathan or Will teases you

• “[Name], it's your girlfriend again!”

• She would send you poems and love letters but wouldn’t admit it to anyone else but you

• I reckon that she draw cookies and skateboards on the header of the letter so you know it's from her

• Rarely gets jealous cause she trusts you but if someone takes it too far

• You WILL be going to school the next day, your neck covered in hickeys

• Is definitely the small spoon

• There were times when you would rest your head on her shoulder, falling asleep but the boys would ruin the vibe

• “Be quiet, you shitheads, can't you see she's asleep?” Then she would put her arm around you and kiss the crown of your head

• She adores it when you wear her hoodies

• For some reason, your girlfriend ALWAYS loves when you have your hair in an afro

• Tries to help you unbraid your hair when summer is over

• If you two fought, max would normally be the one to apologize first

• The redhead would buy matching lockets

• So during your 2nd year anniversary of dating, she gifted you a photo book with photos of you both and has them labeled with all of the dates as well

• “I'm gonna marry you one day.”

• “And I can't wait till that day comes.”

• You two are the dream couple in Hawkins

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