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Whumptober 2023
Welcome to Whumptober 2023 — the sixth year running!
COMPLETIONISTS/PARTICIPANT BADGES CAN BE FOUND HERE
To those of you who participated last year, welcome back! To everyone joining this year, welcome!
Please make sure to read the Event Info carefully, as most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.
This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.
And this years playlist can be found here.
There are 139 prompt options in total this year - this is including the alternatives list! A special thanks goes out to those who took part in our trope vote back in July. From the 1526 responses to our list of 223 tropes, we looked through the popularity results, as well as your honourable mentions, and were able to produce this years prompts list. Stay tuned, as we will be posting some of the results at a later date!
We’re very excited to see the community come together once more and be a wild, chaotic bunch of creators and consumers of whump. Go wild with the prompts, and support your fellow creators - we wish you all the fun!
Best of luck and happy whumping,
Mods Vanne, Yenn, Kitty and Surro
(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information and FAQs are posted below the cut!)
Whumptober 2023 Prompt List
No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”
Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”
No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”
Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”
No. 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.”
Journal | Solitary Confinement | “Make it stop.”
No. 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”
Cattle Prod | Shock | “You in there?”
No. 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.”
Debris | Pinned Down | “It's broken.”
No. 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.”
Recording | Made to Watch | “It should have been me.”
No. 7: " “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”
Alleyway | Radio Silence | “Can you hear me?”
No. 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”
Overcrowded ER | Outnumbered | “It’s all for nothing.”
No. 9: “Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days.”
Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | “You're a liar.”
No. 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”
Broken Phone | Stranded | “You said you'd never leave.”
No. 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”
Animal trap | Captivity | “No one will find you.”
No. 12: “I haven't slept in days but who's counting?”
Red | Insomnia | “I’m up, I’m up.”
No. 13: “It comes and goes like the strength in your bones.”
Cold Compress | Infection | “I don’t feel so good.”
No. 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.”
Flare | Water Inhalation | “Just hold on.”
No. 15: “I don't need you to help me I can handle things myself.”
Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | “I’m fine.”
No. 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”
Gurney | Flatline | “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”
No. 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.”
Collar | Touch Aversion | “Leave me alone.”
No. 18: “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened.”
Blindfold | Tortured For Information | “Hit them harder.”
No. 19: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.”
Floral Bouquet | Psychological | “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”
No. 20: “People don’t change people, time does.”
Blanket | Found Family | “You will regret touching them.”
No. 21: “See the chains around my feet.”
Vows | Restraints | “Don't move.”
No. 22: “They never saw us coming, ‘til they hit the floor.”
Glass Shard | Vehicular Accident | “Watch out!”
No. 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.”
Shadows | Stalking | “Who’s there?”
No. 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.”
Goodbye Note | Neglect | “I thought they were with you.”
No. 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”
Storm | Buried Alive | “They’re not breathing!”
No. 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.”
Seeing Double | Working To Exhaustion | “You look awful.”
No. 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.”
Matches | Scars | “Let me see”
No. 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”
Bloody Knife | Sacrifice | “You'll have to go through me.”
No. 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.”
Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing | “What happened to me?”
No. 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.”
Borrowed Clothing | Bridal Carry | “Not much longer...”
No. 31: “I thought that I was getting better.”
Emptiness | Setbacks | “Take it easy.”
Alternatives List:
Betrayal
Aftermath of Failure
Brass Knuckles
Decoy
Body Modification
Playing Cards
Examination
Hunting
Drugging
Shaking
Panic
Broken
Miscommunication
Lab Rat
Reluctant Whumper
Event Info & Rules
~ Please read our extensive event info posts before sending us an ask ~
WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. The 'theme' of each day is the line of lyrics.
The prompts are merely to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don’t have to include the exact wording of prompts into your work). Feel free to run rampant on interpretation. For example, if the prompt is "flame", you could create something with reference to a candle/campfire, your character could have suffered a burn, or the flame could be related to the 'spark' of a relationship. It's truly up to you!
In total, there are 4 prompts for each day: there's lyrics, an object, a trope and a line of dialogue to choose from. We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks.
Creators can PRODUCE work in any media they choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, photo/video/audio edits, paper crafts and elaborate recommendation lists (not just a list of links). Creators can PARTICIPATE as much or as little as they want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.
When uploading Whumptober content to your blog, be sure to tag the with:
#whumptober2023 …..(the event tag)
#no.1, #no.2, #no.3, …..(day number)
#lyric, #bruises, #stabbing, …..(the theme or specific prompt you chose)
#fandom or #OC, … (ironman, originalcontent, oc …)
#medium …..(gifs, fic, podcast, art, etc.)
#teeth, #gore tw, #etc …..(trigger warnings & any additional tags. Add "tw" AFTER the trigger/content warning. )
#nsfwhump …..(only for nsfw content)
#your own tags go here
PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING. Only properly tagged posts are considered for archiving on the official @whumptober-archive blog. They must be tagged in the order above. An elaborate post about our tagging system can be found [here]
Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of participants in recent years, we cannot guarantee your work will be archived. A random selection of properly tagged posts from all genres will be reblogged each day.
Whumpers who produce content for 31 total theme days are considered event completionists and will be tagged in a masterpost at the end of the month. A form will be published at the beginning of November asking you to tell us if you completed the event. You do not need to post anything you have created, we rely on trust and we will not check this.
Questions not addressed in one of our many event info posts can be directed to this blog. We will not answer any questions that have been answered in the FAQs or rules already.
Frequently Asked Questions
Q. How does this year’s prompt list work? What do I have to choose?
You can create something based on:
The overall theme/lyric of the day
Prompt 1, 2 or 3
One or several of the alternative prompts
A combination of the above
Q. Is [specific anything] allowed?
When in doubt: JUST DO IT!
Q. Do I have to do all 31 days?
Participate as much or little as you like! Just be sure to tag your posts properly (ex. #no.7, #radio silence). If you create works for 31 total theme days you will become a completionist. But apart from that, there are no repercussions if you don’t fill prompts for each day.
Q. Can I post early/late?
Yes, you can post whenever you want. We will only reblog posts during October, but you can use our prompts all year round. The day you post will only affect your probability of being reblogged.
Q. Will you reblog my post?
Due to the sheer number of content posted during Whumptober we can’t promise to reblog every single post. We will make a random selection trying to capture a wide variety of content. The following will increase your chances at being reblogged:
tag your post properly
post within 2-3 days of the theme you want to fill: if you fill the prompt for Day 1 your chances of being reblogged during October 1st to 3rd are highest and will go towards zero afterwards.
Q. What if I don’t understand a prompt/theme?
Send us an ask! We’re happy to help with wild, unhelpful clarifications or brainstorming. That being said, the themes are entirely up for interpretation. Don’t take them too literally. For example: You can be choking on a cherry, someone else can choke you or you could be choked up on emotions, etc.
Q. What kind of content can I make? Can it be NSFW?
This is a MIXED MEDIA event! You can write fic, post meta, doodle or paint, create a gifset or photo edit, link a song, or get crafty with video - anything goes. As for NSFW, make what you like, we just hope that you’ll tag your work accordingly so that others participating in the event can stay safe.
Q. Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges?
Absolutely, as long as the other challenges allow it too.
Q. Can I upload/repost my Whumptober content to other social media platforms?
Of course! You can post your own content wherever you like (or you can opt to not publish it at all). Additionally we’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any fics posted there. It can be accessed here. The tumblr blog @whumptober-archive is the official archive, so please respect the boundaries of any closeted whumpers in your social circle.
Q. Can I use prompts to write a new chapter for an existing fic?
Yes.
Q. An existing fic I am currently writing contains many of the Whumptober prompts, can I use it?
If you are actively writing this fic at the moment with the Whumptober prompts in mind, yes. If you’ve previously posted something that checks the boxes, we ask that you not include it retroactively for this current year. You can, however, add new chapters relating to one or more of the prompts.
Q. What kind of characters can I write for?
Fandom characters, OC characters, human, furry, alien, cyborg, RPF, whoever you like. You can use the generic “whumpee” character or have specific ones.
Q. Does it have to take place in a specific fandom?
No, you can create works for your own worlds or for fandoms or for both. You can also create more generic or pan-fandom works. You can do cross-overs or use OCs, whatever you want.
Q. Can I use a prompt multiple times?
Yes, but it only counts once towards being a completionist.
Q. If I’m not comfortable with one day’s prompts can I use a prompt of a different day as a substitute and still be a completionist?
No, you can’t exchange prompts for different days. However, if all four prompts of a specific day make you uncomfortable, we have created an alternate prompts list that you can draw from. You can exchange any prompt with these, but please make sure not to use them twice.
Q. Where can I post my work?
Post where and how you want. You don’t have to (cross)post it to Tumblr or at all. Just keep in mind if it’s not on Tumblr we will not be able to add it to the blog archive.
Q. Can I start posting early?
You can, but this is an October event and wouldn’t it be more fun with everyone doing it at the same time? That being said, you can post early, but we won’t be reblogging any work predating October 1st.
Q. Do I have to finish a fic I started/can I post WIP’s?
Yes you can post WIPs. And you’re not obligated to finish it in October for it to count towards being a completionist.
Q. Is co-writing allowed?
Yes, absolutely, and it would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you.
Q. Do I have to create 31 standalone pieces to be considered a completionist or can I write one continuous story?
One continuous story is fine. The challenge is to write something for 31 prompts. If that’s spread over 31 fics or just one, you are still considered a completionist. (The same goes for every other media you choose.)
Q. Is there a min/max limit on word count?
There is no limit.
Q. Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many?
No limit and combine as many as you’d like.
Q. Is a hc/angst/emotional whump focus ok?
Of course! We are not going to establish a threshold for whumpiness. If you think it’s whumpy enough, then it’s whumpy enough. It can be physical, psychological, emotional, or any combination of the three.
Q. What’s considered nsfw?
See this post
Q. What is whump?
Typically the genre includes situations where a fictional character is hurt, be it emotionally, psychologically, or physically. Fanlore provides information here.
Q. My interpretation of the prompt isn’t whumpy at all, does that count?
If you don’t think your interpretation is whumpy, then it doesn’t count for Whumptober. Remember that whump comes in many forms, though, and that we don’t have a whump-checker or a threshold for how much whump needs to be included. If you think your interpretation contains enough whump to count, then it does.
Q. Can I start working on the prompts before October?
Absolutely! That’s why we post the prompts a month in advance. We recognise how difficult it can be creating for 31 days in “real time” so feel free to start creating early!
Q. How do I tag triggers?
tw at the end of the word, ex. #gore tw
Q. Do I have to use your tags?
Yes, if you want your work archived on the blog. If not, feel free to use whatever tags you want.
Q. Does combining prompts count towards completion?
Yes
Q. Can we @ you?
Yes but we mostly rely on the #whumptober2023 tag.
Q. Is there anything we are absolutely not allowed to write?
There are no rules, but please make sure to properly tag your trigger warnings. And keep in mind Tumblr’s policies if you are posting it here (or the policies for whatever site you use).
Q. Where can I go for brainstorming help?
Here on Discord or come into our ask box.
Q. My characters are minors, is that ok?
Yes, but as with everything else, use clear and descriptive tags.
Q. Can I cross post on other blogs?
Yes, multiple platforms and blogs are perfectly acceptable. You can also post different works to different accounts under different names, without posting them everywhere at once.
Note: This is a creation challenge, please don’t repost your old work under our tags (unless it’s been changed or edited for the event).
Thanks for reading, and happy whumping!
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Max Verstappen and Secret Santa [no warnings]
Day 2 of the Vetteltea Advent Calendar
“Is this my one?” Your voice carries through the small barrage of producers and videographers, a camera transfixed onto your face as you lift the package, attempting to figure out what content was inside of the box.
You were exhausted; despite wrapping up the championship a month ago, simply focusing on obtaining more and more points for Red Bull Racing’s reputation, the tracks had been tough and jet lag increasingly aggravating. Abu Dhabi was the end of the road, one step closer to falling back home into your own bed. However, you could not hide the elation which fell onto your face as the Formula One media team had pulled you aside, letting you know it was time to film the reveal.
You had been so excited to purchase your present this year; Yuki was always a fantastic pick, having selected him a set of chef knives and a hat, printed with a photo of himself and Pierre. Now, as the deep blue box was handed into your grasp, you couldn’t help but feel your heart race, gently shaking the box, determined to figure out the content.
“It sounds…heavy?” You try to give the best description possible to the woman standing behind the camera, urging you to unwrap the present in your hands. The temptation overrides, slipping your fingers through the silky bow and beginning to unwrap the formal packaging. “Whoever wrapped this…” you trail off. “Got it wrapped professionally. I don’t think any of us could wrap a present this good.”
The paper eventually falls away, the camera adjusting as you place down the box upon the table, lifting the lid. Immediately, your eyes furrow together, and then soften in confusion, grasping around the item which you had been gifted.
There, laid upon a pile of soft purple tissue paper, rested a Polaroid camera. It was small, coloured an off-white and was almost identical to the previous one you had owned.
“What did you get?” The woman behind the camera had prompted, urging to get the content required for the Secret Santa video. Your trance upon the item is snapped away, blinking rapidly and looking up the lens trained on your reaction.
“It’s a Polaroid camera and a bunch of film!” You lift the camera, showing it to the team, the smile on your face ever-present. “I bring a Polaroid to every race and take a photo but…someone broke it.” Your mind flickers back to your teammate, how he had insisted he could take a photo for Zandervoot; it was his home race after all. He had been nothing but apologetic, though that wouldn’t bring back your camera.
“Who do you think got it for you? It must be someone who knows you well?” The woman prompts you to continue whilst your fingers trace over the device, elated that somebody must have understood the importance and value held to the memories you capture.
“I mean…” you trail off. “A lot of us are close. It has to be someone who knows I do it…Daniel, maybe?” You think about the smiley Australian; how the two of you had bonded over your love of taking photos during global travels. The synchronized shake of the team signified you must have been wrong. It wasn’t Daniel. “Maybe Pierre?” He was almost always insistent on being in your photos, after all.
“Think closer to home.” You misunderstand the woman for a moment, thinking of your neighbor in the city of Monte Carlo.
“Valtteri?” Though, you’re almost certain he wouldn’t have got you this. You’re so certain it’s time to give up, lifting the camera out of its box, your attention being drawn immediately to the small Polaroid card being left underneath the device.
There was a photo, a photo of a man holding up a white piece of card, his scrawling hand-writing undeniably recognisable. In lettering, he had spelt out one word, ‘date?’
There’s two more underneath, one with the driver holding a thumbs up, the other a thumbs down. You can’t help the grin returning to your face as you look up from the box, seeing his figure sitting a mere meter away from you, eyes trained on you, a smile on his face at the realization you had finally clocked.
“Max.” You finally solve the problem, subtly slipping one of the Polaroids into your hand as the team take a few establishing shots, thanking you for being part of their marketing and turning their attention to your teammate, adamant on filming his segment next.
Before they can, you subtly slide past his table, tracing his knuckles and resting the Polaroid in his lap, moving away before he can realize what has happened. Instead, he focused on the photograph in his hand, seeing his own figure staring back with a thumbs up.
The last thing he sees is you turning the corner, still clad in Red Bull Uniform, a subtle wink thrown in his direction as you leave him to unwrap his own present, undeniably thinking of unwrapping something better later.
#Max Verstappen#MV1#MV33#Max Verstappen x Reader#Max Verstappen Imagine#Max Verstappen One Shot#Max Verstappen x You#Reader Insert#F1#Formula 1#F1 x Reader#Max Verstappen Blurb#Max Verstappen x Y/N
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merry christmas, lieutenant | simon “ghost” riley
words: 2k
plot: soap runs into his lieutenant off-duty and meets the girl he’s been keeping secret (you).
tags: pregnant reader, fluff, domestic simon, fem!reader
a/n: I was really inspired by the holiday season and this fic by @wttcsms.
part 2 & 3
Soap has seen you before.
Not in the flesh, but in a photograph. A small little Polaroid that he noticed his lieutenant thumbing in his pocket when they went out to a bar in Prague once with the team.
"Got something worth sharing there, Ghost?" Soap had asked him, mouth humming over the pint he was indulging in.
Ghost had just gave him a lidded look, as if to say "drop it". But later that evening, when Ghost stepped out for a smoke, pulling the little photograph out to look at when no one was around, Soap managed to catch a glimpse. He didn't realize Ghost was outside by himself, thinking he'd run off to the bathroom, so Soap was surprised to see the lieutenant when he'd stepped out for a smoke himself.
Not announcing his presence, Soap saw the little picture of you for just a few seconds. Enough to notice that it was a woman. A pretty woman, at that.
After that, Soap made a few attempts at getting Ghost to tell him about the girl in the Polaroid.
"Taking a little vacation when I get back," Soap had told him once, weeks after the bar in Prague. "Hope I meet a cute bird. What about you, Lt? Got a bird waiting for you back home?"
"Not your business, Sergeant."
It didn't take long for Soap to give up on trying to learn anymore about you. His lieutenant was as secretive as he was admirable out in the field. Soap decided that secrets were secret for a reason; most of the team was quiet about their personal lives, only dropping vague bits and pieces. It made sense that someone like Ghost wouldn't drop any pieces at all.
By the time Soap happens to see you, in the flesh, he's almost forgotten about that little Polaroid of you.
They're on a two month break. It was around Christmas time, the time of year when Soap tried to see as many old faces as possible, so he'd been driving down south to visit some friends before he got holed at home with the family for the holidays.
He knew his skull-faced teammate was from Manchester, which was readily available information given the man's thick accent. But he didn't even consider that he might run into the lieutenant there.
Soap stops by a holiday market on his way to see an old roomie. Hot wine, trinkets, warm food. He's not usually impressed by the Brits, but this market is something out of a movie, he thinks.
He's got a warm cup of Grenache in his gloved hands when he sees a set of familiar broad shoulders, tucked inside a black winter jacket and attached to the familiar skull-covered face. There's no way. No fucking way, he thinks to himself, narrowing his eyes to squint across the crowd of people. But it was most definitely his lieutenant; Soap knew it from the way he walked like a tank, sticking out like a sore thumb among all the civvies.
Soap is smirking the whole time he makes his way over.
He's expecting a look of surprise on Ghost's face. He's expecting the lieutenant to scowl at him before pulling him in for an awkward, half-hug. He's expecting a small chat before they part ways again.
What Soap isn't expecting is to see a young bird next to him.
You're walking next to Ghost, just barely touching his side, and a glowing smile is on your face. You've got on a knitted dress that reaches your ankles and a warm coat, but the layers do nothing to hide the visible baby bump.
Ghost is carrying various shopping bags, assumably all belonging to you, and he keeps looking down at you as if worried you're going to get lost in the crowd or run off to another stall without informing him.
The sight of it causes Soap to stop.
Instead of surprising the lieutenant like he'd planned to, he suddenly feels like he is intruding on a private moment. He's got a girlfriend? Of course he bloody does, Soap thinks, remembering the photograph from all those months ago.
He is ready to backtrack and pretend he never spotted Ghost at a holiday market of all places, when the lieutenant is suddenly looking right at him. Eyes widen at first, but then they narrow considerably. The brief moment that Ghost looks away from you is enough to make you follow his gaze, landing right on Soap about five meters away.
Ghost tries to keep walking, eager to pretend he never saw the Sergeant. But you're already putting two and two together. Soap can see the mental math you are doing, looking between him, then looking at the hulking man beside you.
Your eyes flicker with excitement.
You start waving at Soap.
Christ, I'm sorry, Lt.
He's got no choice but to walk up to the two of you now that he's been spotted.
"Hi!" you chirp, tucking your arm through Simon's so he can't start walking away. He groans to himself- this couldn't be happening. "Gosh, you must be Simon's teammate?"
"Yes, ma'am," Soap gives a nod. The three of you are standing amid the people. Soap's got a better look at you now and he realizes you're not just a girlfriend. The slim band on your finger, the prominent bump under your dress- the lieutenant's got a wife.
"I've never met any of Simon's friends before," you exhale excitedly, and the use of the word friends makes Ghost want to gag. "Simon," you whisper and give his arm a small squeeze. "Why don't you introduce us?"
Soap pities the lieutenant in this moment, but he can't say he doesn't enjoy the way Ghost instantly obeys your request.
"Johnny," he gives Soap a stiff nod. "This is Y/N. Y/N, this is Johnny."
You start chatting with Soap, asking him about what he's doing there and how he's enjoying the wine. Small talk. But all the while, Soap is trying to wrap his head around the bizarrely mundane sight of it all. The fact that Ghost is spending his free time walking around a holiday market, carrying the shopping bags of his pregnant wife. His beautiful wife, at that. Soap never imagined he'd witness something like it.
"Well, I don't want to keep you two," Soap says, but mostly he is referring to Ghost, who has said maybe two words. "Better get going."
"You're not keeping us," you shake your head. "It was so nice to meet you, Johnny. Are you... are you busy this evening?"
Ghost immediately knows what you're thinking. He also knows that once you get an idea in your head, and you get excited about it, it's extremely hard to say no to.
"Well, I-"
"We'd love to have you for dinner," you beam at him, leaning into your husband's side. "Right, Simon? We rarely have guests over."
"Is that such a bad thing?" Ghost clicks his tongue and grumbles under his breath.
The pointed look you give him almost makes Soap laugh out loud.
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And that was how Ghost ended up agreeing to have his teammate over for dinner. Even more bizarre than the initial encounter is the home you two share, Soap figures. When he arrives later that evening, he brings in a bottle of bourbon and a small wrapped gift. He steps into the warm house, immediately met with an interior that is cozy above all else; dim lights and flickering candles, a small tree already up in the living room, a couch covered in Christmas-themed blankets.
And Soap is surprised to find that his lieutenant is the one in the kitchen, while you're the one greeting him.
"Simon will like this," you say, taking the bourbon.
"And this is for you," Soap rubs his neck, handing you the gift. "Well, both of ya, I suppose."
You don't open the gift until after dinner. Soap learns that Ghost did most of the cooking since it's been hard for you to be on your feet for too long lately. He learns that you're due in 8 weeks, and Ghost has already put the nursery together. (He nearly smashed the crib when he couldn't figure it out for two hours, apparently). You almost offer to show Soap, but decide against it, knowing that your husband was already out of his comfort zone as it was. Some things were best kept just for you two.
And Soap tells you about all the fun times they've had together. The near-death experiences, the times that Ghost almost killed them both whenever he was behind the wheel, all the different cities they've been to.
Simon only speaks up to add comments like, "That's not how I remember it" or "You're a worse driver than me".
Soap notices the lieutenant gradually start to relax, soften up a bit. What he doesn't notice is that it's mostly due to your hand on top of his thigh under the table, rubbing gentle circles.
You open the small present once everyone is done eating.
"It's really not much," Soap says, "Just somethin' I managed to pick up on the way over."
But the contents of the box pull at each string of your heart. You tear off the bow and open it to reveal a small, knitted romper, the color of cream. It's soft to the touch and it invites a moisture to your eyes (because everything made you cry these days).
"Johnny, thank you," you tell him earnestly. You'd only met the man a few hours ago, but already you were fond of him. Trusted him with your husband's life, even.
"Didn't know what the sex is," he explains sheepishly, catching a glimpse of the lieutenant's unreadable gaze. "Thought this would work for either one."
You look at Simon. You wish he'd say thank you, but instead he clears his throat. "Gonna clean up the kitchen," Ghost says gruffly, and stands from the table.
When he's gone, you offer Soap an apologetic smile. "He has a hard time accepting gifts," you explain on your partner's behalf, rubbing the swell of your belly.
"I figured," Soap shrugs. "If I'm honest, I can't believe he's got a family like this... like you. Bit surprising."
"It took him awhile," you hum thoughtfully, recalling the years of patience that your relationship demanded of you. "It took him two years to tell me he loves me. Another three to propose."
"Sounds about right for Ghost."
You nod in agreement and sigh. "I'm grateful he has someone like you. I know he's got a funny way of showing it, but Simon is secretly grateful, too."
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Ghost is the one to see Soap to the door. You wave your goodbyes, eyes starting to get heavy. Your husband quietly urges you to "slip into something more comfortable, pet", and you were happy to abide. Soap has noticed how gentle the brooding man is with you. Small touches to your waist, little kisses to your hair, grazing his hand over your belly. It’s a remarkable contrast to the demeanor Soap, and everyone else, knows him for.
As you're changing into your pajamas, Ghost is standing in the middle of the front doorframe, arms crossed.
"Nice place you got here, Ghost," Soap tells him with a cheeky grin. "Reckon I should stop by more often?"
His lieutenant doesn't seem to share his enthusiasm, instead grumbling in annoyance, “Fuckin’ hell. Don’t push your luck, Johnny.”
There is a warning in Ghost’s eyes that Soap knows him well enough to read, loud and clear: don’t tell anyone about what you saw today.
Soap simply lays a hand on his tense shoulder. “Merry Christmas to you, too, Lt.”
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Home | Natasha Romanoff
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Prompts: "I've had a bad day, and honestly all I want right now are some cuddles." & "You've always felt like home."
A/n: Could be read as a part 2 to 'Seeking comfort' but also works on it's own :)
Masterlist | Marvel masterlist | Words: 1k
Living with Natasha had been nothing short of perfect. You had been living together for a couple of months now, and the experience had been amazing so far. Your shared place had felt like home from the moment you and Natasha had stepped foot in it. Over the months you grew to love the little habits that started to form.
One of your new favorite things has become coming home to Natasha. The way she ran to the door when she heard the familiar noise of your keys jingling before unlocking the front, always welcoming you home with lots of kisses, was something you would never get enough from. She was always so happy to have you back home, and in return you were very happy to be back in her arms.
Another thing that you loved was Natasha coming home to you. You always tried to make it special, and on your days off you did that by putting some extra effort into dinner. Since the two of you had moved in together, you had picked up cooking, and you tried making new recipes as often as you could. You loved surprising your lover with a home-cooked meal, and a nicely set table, turning dinner into little impromptu dates.
Above all else, you loved creating a home with Natasha. The walls and shelves that were blank upon moving, were now filled with pictures, and trinkets of your life together. Just as you had seen that first day you entered Natasha’s bedroom at the Compound. Natasha loved capturing every moment with her polaroid camera, and you loved looking back on the memories the two of you had created.
You were working on a new recipe for tonight when you heard the infamous, “Honey, I'm home.” Natasha loved being cheesy, and you loved all the domesticity that came with it. The Black Widow was a big softy, she was your big softy, and you wouldn’t change that for the world. “In the kitchen.” You reply. It wasn't long until you heard her footsteps heading your way, and her arms wrapped around your waist from behind. Soft kisses were placed on your shoulder. “Hi detka.” You lean into her body, while you continue stirring the pan. The pasta was boiling, and the sauce you were stirring was almost done.
“Hi baby, how was work?” Natasha grunts from behind you and nuzzles her head further into your back. "I've had a bad day, and honestly all I want right now are some cuddles." You put the heat down under your pans before you turn around in her arms. “Oh, darling, I’m sorry you had a bad day.” You wrap your arms around her, and hold her close. “Do you want to talk about it?” She shook her head. “That’s okay. Let’s get you those cuddles, shall we?”
“But what about dinner? I know you worked hard on it.” She says worriedly. “We can just have it on the couch tonight. Why don’t you take a seat? I’ll be right there.” She kisses your cheek, “You’re the best. I love you.” - “I love you too, darling.” You grab two bowls and set them down on the counter. The pasta dish needed a couple more minutes, so you decided to clean up the table you had set already in the meantime.
Once the dish is ready you shoop the pasta and then the sauce into the two bowls. On a tray you bring in both your dishes and the wine you had poured into two glasses. “It smells really good, baby, I can’t wait to try it.” Natasha appreciated your gesture to skip on the fancy set table and enjoy the food on the couch, however she did feel guilty about ruining your plans of a fancy at home dinner date. “I’m sorry about the change of plans.” She says as you hand her one of the bowls. You shake your head, “Don’t worry about it, darling. I don’t mind where we have dinner, I just want to have it with you.” You sit down beside her and put on one of her favorite movies. She instantly leaned into your side. That was another thing you had noticed, Natasha had become a lot more clingy. She always found your hand to hold, or your side to lean into. You were not complaining though, as you loved being close to her.
When your bowls were empty, you discarded them on the table to clean up later, and changed your position on the couch so that Natasha could cuddle into you properly. “Come here, baby.” You said with your arms wide open. She laid her head down on your chest, and you immediately wrapped your arms around her. The movie continued to play on the TV, and you moved one of your hands to absentmindedly play with her hair, knowing how much Natasha loved it when you did that. “Your cuddles always make me feel so much better.” You place a kiss on her forehead, “Oh yeah? Why is that?” Natasha lovingly places a kiss on your neck, “Because you’ve always felt like home.” Gosh, she really is the most adorable person to have ever existed. “You’ve always felt like home to me too. I am so happy that we have found each other, and that I get to live life with you by my side.”
Natasha didn’t make it to the end of the movie, you heard her breathing change about half way through it. You knew she had a rough day, so you pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, letting her sleep on your chest while you finished the movie. During the movie you often thought back on how Natasha would softly speak her favorite lines of the movie out loud, the memories always bringing a smile to your face.
Your girlfriend was still fast asleep when the movie ended. The remote was still within your reach, so you went to Spotify and turned on one of your playlists there. Soft music filled the room, and it wasn’t long before your own eyes fell closed.
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—HAIKYU!! various ; better in the dark
a/n ; [gn!reader] how deep is your love pt 2???!?!! AND YES!! the title is a tv girl reference :3c please dont let this flop!! praying that all the ppl who found pt 1 found this 🥹🩷 tysm for all the notes everyone!! <3
— characters : akaashi, kenma, kita, semi, kageyama, suna
part 1 ! ♡ oikawa, osamu, tsukishima, hinata, sakusa, kuroo
tea roses !
keiji akaashi ; tip toe - HYBS
THIS MAN. he will take you out on absolutely BEAUTIFUL dates. they are scheduled and well thought out, all without you knowing. knows what you like, can predict what you order, where you will sit or do, and KNOWS how to fluster you effortlessly. UNSPOKEN RIZZ AT ITS FINEST YOUR HONOUR!!
at one point he had to resort to the notes app to write what you're like but had realised he had subconsciously memorised all of it by heart. deleted it and still knows you like the back of his hand!!
weirdly knows how to pick the best candles.
the warm, nostalgic smelling ones. candles that are the perfect dash of nostalgia, that feel comforting and warm. i wonder if its in the brain or an instinct thing
for anniversaries or literally just whenever, he makes paper flower bouquets. they are so intricate and every little detail, colour and fold makes it so perfect. in-between classes or when he finishes work early, he'll be nonchalantly folding another smaller flower for the arrangement. he does it so effortlessly too 😭!!
sometimes likes to fiddle with your fingers especially if you wear rings. one of the only and very sweet moments of PDA!! gently rubs his fingertips over your knuckles and tracing all the lines. i need an akaashi keiji in my life
will send you the most beautiful, heart-wrenching and mesmerising poems at an insane hour. you'll wake up with a couple paragraphs about how important healing or taking one step at a time is, making sure you fall in love with yourself everyday too. (please do)
kozume kenma ; cherry wine - grentperez
facinated by painted nails. on holidays he might paint them black, or maybe get a little cat sticker on his index!! pick the colour he'll love it either way
cherishes your little trinkets so much 😞 polaroid of you two and stickers on the back of his phonecase, keeps some of the random stuff you give him in his pocket. you could find a rock you gave him like 3 months ago but he kept it because you said it reminded you of him??
perfectly able and capable to order things by himself, but you know he isn't the type of guy to actually seem to WANT to do it. he is too lazy to actually get up but not lazy enOUGH when it comes to you. he might hide behind you. "HE SAID NO PICKLES!!"
CRAZY beef with your plushies. or anything you hold dear honestly. he can and will get pouty. BEWARE!! you must give him a lil' kiss to earn his attention back. (loves the forehead ones)
sometimes he forgets or just doesn't want to eat. it will get to the extent where you have to spoon feed him,,please remind and encourage him to ! eating, sleeping... just can't do it without a little push.
does this thing with his hands when you cross the road. i don't wanna say grabby hands because its pretty cringe, but it is definitely grabby hands. has no idea why he does it but its such a sweet and small gesture╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ !
cat parents but not exactly cat parents? 🤔 you found this stray cat once, and started visiting it everyday on the way to school. you cared for it, and when kenma picked that up he was also instantly fond of it too. now you both kinda feed it your leftover lunch when you visit the cat after school.. he's so precious with the little cat ueue.. take pictures before the moment fleets!
has the date you two met written on his controller... (he was so hesistant at first though LMAO)
shinsuke kita ; old love - yuji, putri dahlia
uses your initial for math variables. he'll use x or y sometimes, but his first option is ALWAYS your initial. you found this out on a study date once, math talk blablabla and he uses to what seems to you a 'random letter' NO. it is your initial!! 😞 when you ask he seems unfazed, but his ears are pretty red... idk guys i think he wants you
one of the people that make you stiffen up when they get physical. when he lays his head on your shoulder you instantly freeze up, trying not to move a BONE so you won't disturb him. it's like muscle memory to you LMAO.
really pretty, long lashes... if you've read part one, oikawa and tsuki are very similar :0!! loves when you graze his lashes with the back of your index finger
like akaashi, learnt how to make flowers but they're crochet 🥹 i think growing up his grandma had taught him how to crochet and all the little patterns. overtime, dedicated himself to making an arrangement every anniversary... they come with little heartfelt letters too!! (kita boyfie material COME HOME!!)
very routinal as well!! like kuroo (he is the full package) he never misses a morning or night to say good morning or good night. AND he places sticky notes around your desk or places he knows you'll be in reminding you to smile or something along those lines !!
what took the cake for me was when he left a little bag filled with goodies once he realised atsumu was sick 😣 definitely does the same for you... sends bag with a bowl of hot soup his grandma made at your front door
eita semi ; i wish you roses - kali uchis
weirdly immersed in the painting of nails as well. sometimes he'll ask you to paint his in black but he got dress-coded a week later 😓 SIKE gives NO shat and kept them on anyway. they are way too valuable to him to just erase. nails done in a simple colour he likes?? by his s/o?? wiped off?? very funny shiratorizawa
i think + the neighborhood, he likes tv girl, kendrick lamar, childish gambino but has a duality of laufey and beabadoobee's bedroom pop and fuzzy rock??
sick of people making arctic monkeys his personality 😞 musicians arise!! apart from the VBC, hes probably in a band too. small gigs here and there for school, and a few fun sessions with his friends just to play whatever. come to his gigs! (sometimes he'll magically play 10x better when you're around, he says)
share earphones with him PLEASE. on rainy bus rides or walks home, he'll play something you like hehe c:
takes you out to the mall closest to shiratorizawa to go pick up some fast food or a drink. it usually gets really crowded from all the surrounding schools so he keeps you close by the waist
and obviously the basic, will sit with you and teach you the basics of bass or electric guitar. i think he'd play a bit of percussion too (о´∀`о) sometimes he'll take you into his lap, but thats when he feels pretty clingy but very discreetly!!
tobio kageyama ; what would i do? - strawberry guy
please don't try to flirt with him he WON'T UNDERSTAND!!!! *gunshots*
if you say literally anything that isn't directly stating your point, he will not get it. using metaphors or just figurative language in general he is STRUGGLING. you need to say, "you're pretty." because things like "i fall in love with you every day" or "i'll find you in every universe" he will actually look at you BAFFLED. please help this man
thinks about what YOU would do. like when he is in doubt or feels like he's about to lash out, he will take a moment and literally ask himself what you'd do or say. even in tests or something completely unrelated to you he will literally ask himself what you would put in the answer box !!
face scrunch when he gets jealous ! he kinda has a lil' pout but can't bring himself to say anything. when you finally notice him he'll have this lil' (๑ˋ^ˊ ๑) face... please kiss his eyelid or the corner of lips cuz HE HAS TOO MANY PRETTY BOY PRIVILEGES!! (and he'll get flustered it's the cutest) revoke them THIS instant!!
his favourite type of kisses are the ones where you'll push his hair back and give him a forehead kiss. he'll take you in by the waist and keep you close, he likes to listen to your heart because you have his. when he feels clingy, he'll nuzzle his head into your shoulder. what a dork
will attempt to find you at his games pre and post timeskip. before the game he will try to make it not look frantic but one of his members eventually catch on 😞
rintarou suna ; SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK - joji
camera roll is either 0.5's of the most jaw dropping, majestical sunsets and sunrises that he's experienced with you or literally anytime the sky is feeling a little different (if he's not with you at the time he WILL send them to you at either 5am or 7pm saying it reminded him of you) or the CRAZIEST 0.5's of you losing sanity or of you off guard. its wild blackmail material but he chooses not to LMAO. (because of the love in his heart, he says)
has a little photo album for you and anything you related!! he also takes the best candid photos of you and post them on close friends!! (´∀｀)
no. #1 victim of couple tiktok trends. pretends and looks like he doesn't like it, but doesn't want it to end. once you press post he will stare you down with his beautiful ahh olive hazel eyes (he wants more)
last one on the social med side, he mentions you in posts with your initials all the FLIPPIN' TIME!! his dedication is quite endearing
on days where everything becomes overstimulating, he will notice. will eye you for a while, but once he knows when it gets to a certain extent he will hand you an earphone.
anyone who says suna is an arctic monkey's listener is a LIAR I SAID IT I SAID IT!!!!! *more gunshots* JOKES he probably has a couple of their songs in his playlist, but i personally think he's more tyler the creator coded. people who get it get it (avril lavigne sk8r boi? keshi beside you? definitely)
hot adams apple
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x gender neutral reader#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu drabble#akaashi x reader#kenma x reader#kita x reader#semi x reader#kageyama x reader#suna x reader
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polaroid love ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ vol.2
genre. just fluff "૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა
pairing. bf!riize x fem!reader
warnings. kissing, i think thats it
currently playing. polaroid love by enhypen
author's notes. i'm a little bit whipped for anton :3
hyung line | wonbin's ver ೀ
⌗ seunghan
you're currently sitting in the living room of his apartment. seunghan is watching a movie playing on the tv screen. he had his head laying on top of your lap, and you're scrolling down on your phone while your other hand plays with his hair.
seunghan looked up, his eyes slowly darting to the photo in your phone case. he carefully removed your hand from covering the photo.
you hum at him. "why baby? something wrong?" you ask, still focusing on the phone.
"since when did you put this?" seunghan asked, a smile forming on his face. it was a picture of you and him taken on the first date at the amusement park.
it was a memorable and unforgettable moment. he recalls the moment you pulled him to step inside the photo booth when both of you completely broke that time.
"you still have it?' his voice fills up the room. you put away the phone, staring down at your boyfriend, who's got his head on your lap.
"yeah, i can remove it if you want..?"
"no! why would you think like that?" he replied, sitting up to look at you properly.
you stare at him, watching him slowly come closer, cupping your face in his hands. "i..i thought you wanted me to remove it.."
"of course it's not like that, love, i just, you're cute for that," he said, squishing your face just for you to look like a pufferfish </3. "also, i just noticed it when it's already been a year." he continued, giggling at your cuteness before placing kisses all over your face.
“don’t” kiss. “remove” kiss. “it” kiss. “yeah?”
⌗ sohee
"baby!! we should do this" sohee said excitedly. he jumped beside you on the couch. showing the tiktok's video he had found on one of the videos passed on his for you page.
it was a wallet trend. which they show their significant other's picture in their wallet. you turned to your boyfriend. "but i don't have your picture in my wallet.."
"i have yours in mine!" he stood up from the couch, running to his room. you watched how he stumbled on his way to the room.
later, he comes back with his wallet and the idiotic smile on his face that you love so much.
"look!" he said, showing your picture in his wallet. "sohee.."
"w-why? you don't want to do it? it's okay i-if you don't want to--"
you cut him, giving him a kiss on the lips. "no hee, you had it all the time!"
"what? this photo?" he asks, blushing at your sudden move. it was a missing photo of you and sohee as children that you've been searching for a long time.
"so you are the stealer" sohee stared at you, smiling sheepishly. "it's not my fault, your mom gave me this!"
you chuckle, remembering how supportive your mom is of your relationship with him. "so you wanna do the trend or not?"
⌗ anton
“do you want one?” anton asks, glancing at you before looking back at the woman. you and anton are on a date. right now, you and him are walking around the park, heading to the nearest cafe.
you stopped at one of the sakura trees and found a woman taking people's pictures for free.
“no, do you want one?” you looked at your boyfriend, raising your eyebrow at him.
anton chuckles. “how did you know that?” he looks at you, amused.
“you’ve been glancing at her and me from the first moment we stepped here, chan." you shake your head at your boyfriend's antics.
"can we?" anton pouted, placing his head on your shoulder while you looked at the photos of the scenery.
you looked at him over your shoulder. "go ask her" you said teasingly. you knew he wasn't the best at talking to people, especially strangers.
"you're kidding," he says, looking at you in disbelief. "nope, i wasn't"
"come one!" he whined, shaking you back and forth. to your luck, he was interrupted by the photographer itself.
"hello, young lady, i'm taking pictures of people for free, and i think both of you are a very cute couple," she said, holding her camera while directing her gaze at anton and back to you. "so i'm thinking of taking a picture of both of you, can i?"
you smiled politely at the woman. "of course, we would love to!"
after the picture was taken, she handed you the picture. "i'm so sorry, it's a bit blurry," she said, bowing down apologetically. you noticed how many people lined up waiting for the woman to take their picture.
"i can take another if you want," she said, staring at both of you. "oh no, it's okay, i think other people need it more and," you wave your hands, reassuring her that it's okay. "and also thank you"
she smiled before walking away. you look at the picture. it was a little blurry, but it's still pleasing. "it is a little blurry.." you mumble.
anton stares at the photo. "who cares? you still look pretty" he said, walking away, leaving you in a blushing state.
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What if one Monday after a weekend of crying over her bully!Eddie, he tells her she looks like shit and like she hasn't slept in days and she can't help but tear up so he silently vows to take care of her, and he'd force her to sit on his lap and sleep during lunch and little things like that. He'd leer at anyone who so much as looked her way, he needed her to have a peaceful day. He'd call her his little crybaby and make her give him little kisses as thankyous for taking care of her but she doesn't care, it's better than him pushing her around and smacking her ass in front of anyone who happens to be around.
What Eddie didn't realise is in this constant change of behaviour, he'd conditioned her to need him whenever she's overtired or sad. She'd start calling him in the middle of the night asking for him to come over and help her sleep. He never wanted to- he wanted to tell her no, call her mean names and put her back in her place but he couldn't bring himself to let her down. Every time he would rush to her house, climb through her window and fuss/kiss her until she was so relaxed and cosy she drifted off. He was never there when she woke up but there'd always be a thanku nudey polaroid or magazine in his locker or car as a thankyou for taking care of her
-🐱, sorry if this one is a lil weird- my meds have sent my lil horny goblin brain into mushy gushy subspace, I wanna be babied by a meanie lmao
today is multiverse monday! send me an au you can think of :)
i'll write the second part as a part 2!! it's very cute but i couldn't fit it all in one blurb </3
cw // bully!eddie. nothing terrible, he doesn't ever hurt her or anything, he's just annoying as fuck - don't like don't read
Eddie's grip on your wrist hasn't loosened since you'd walked out of class. Typically, he pushes you around, catching you before you trip and teasing you for being so off-balance. Today, though, he drags you through the doors of the cafeteria, and your stomach drops. Is he going to humiliate you in front of the entire room? Is he going to dump milk over your head, soak your shirt so that it's stuck to your figure? Is he going to shove your face in a plate of mashed potatoes and show you off to the crowd? Is he going to force you to eat something he steps on? Is he going to-
You're sitting in his lap. He's plopped down on a bench, yanking you down by one arm so that you land on his thighs. He has you facing him, your chest pushed up against his as you stare bewilderedly at him.
"Lay down," He demands, pushing his hand against the back of your head so that your face is forced over his shoulder, "You're tired. You look like shit, honey."
Your eyes fill with tears from where you're struggling to fight his grip, and he scoffs.
"Not a bad thing, crybaby. I'm not being mean, I'm being honest. Y'look like you haven't slept for days," He lets the back of your head go, thumbing roughly at the bags under your eyes, "I won't kick you while you're down. That's not really my thing. Just take a nap, get your sleep, so I can go back to messing with you."
Without another word he's pushing again at the back of your head, and you let his words sink in while you rest on his shoulder. You shouldn't let him keep you here like this. You should insist on studying in the library, or some other place he wouldn't dare enter. But he's warm, his shirt is soft, and though the smell of weed makes your nose wrinkle, there's musk beneath it that makes your tummy twist. His hand settles on your thighs, just below the hemline of your skirt, and rubs up underneath it, brushing the globes of your ass where they meet your thighs. You shiver, tucking your face into his neck so that you can drown out the noise of the lunchroom.
He gets strange looks when you finally doze off. Jeff sends him a glance that's far from friendly, nose wrinkled in judgement, disgust, and probably a little jealousy. He makes the decision to chuck an apple slice at him instead of an entire apple, which he's sure the man appreciates. Mike takes note of this, and schools his expression to be neutral, as he avoids asking about you like the rest of them.
When the school bell rings you don't wake, instead still lightly snoring against his neck. He thinks he can feel drool there too, and he'd be lying if he said the thought didn't stiffen his cock.
"Hey," He taps at your side, one hand still flush to your ass, "Come on, honey. Time to wake up, nap's over."
Your eyes flutter open, he can feel the lashes against his skin.
"You feeling any better?" He asks as you straighten from his lap, your hands braced against his chest for stability as everyone vacates the room, on their way to their next class.
"You're looking a bit better," He muses, not waiting for an answer. He once again rubs a thumb over the bags under your eyes, but then his fingers slip down to grip your chin. He pulls your face down, ignoring the way your hands tighten in his shirt in alarm.
"Eddie, what-"
"You owe me a thank you," He speaks only centimeters away from your lips, "I didn't have to be this nice to you, y'know. I could have flipped your skirt up like I always do."
You sniffle once, nodding as much as you can while he holds your face to his.
"Well?" His eyebrows raise, "I'm waiting."
"Thank you, Eddie." You mumble, the tip of your nose brushing his own, "I appreciate it."
He scoffs, "Not what I meant," And kisses you firmly. There's no pulling back, not when his fingers are hooked around your chin and tugging you impossibly closer. He backs away after only a moment, leaning back expectantly.
"Your turn," He explains, "Say thank you, crybaby."
Your hands inch up his chest as you lean in, lips parted to capture his lower one in between them. You feel him squeeze at the fleshy curve of your ass when you do, and there's a devilish glint in his eyes when you pull away.
"That's not gonna cut it, honey." He laughs, and then he's moving back for more. You're not sure how many times he does it, relentlessly jamming his lips to yours, but you're not sure you can stand up straight when he finally gets his fill.
"It's less than I want, but it'll do." He decides, patting the bare skin of your ass, now aching from where he'd kneaded it, "You'd better get to class now, honey. Don't be late, or I won't be this nice to you again."
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[You could be mine...] 🎸🎤🎶
fanboy!König x GN!rockstar!Reader || [Part 1] [Part 2]
[SFW/Wholesome] ; no usage of y/n, gender neutral pronouns, insane rocking out!!!, author has never been a rockstar or to a concert 😔, not proofread, written at 12 at night
[A/N] ; i was just really obsessed with the idea of König absolutely flooring it when he gets to meet his favourite rockstar!!! And then rockstar reader has to sign his forehead or smth
ALSO this is probably one of my first *longer* little drabbles so congratulations to msyelf for writing more than 3 sentences and not taking a nap!! 🎉
You stepped out onto the stage to a roar of fans. Hundreds were in the crowd screaming your name. Many scrambling to get to the edge of the stage and see you in full.
You greet the crowd enthusiastically, a gentle breeze flowing through the locks of your hair and tickling the ends of your shirt. With one strum of your guitar, the crowd goes wild, chanting and waving lights.
Not long after, your band begins playing. Drums, electric guitars, keyboard, and your smooth vocals, all come together to form song after song. Before long, the concert is almost over.
Sweat drips down your forehead as you pant, tired after jumping from end to end of the stage to interact with fans. You scan the crowd, at the front of the pack, barely hidden by spectators is a massive man, donning your band’s shirt and hat. You quickly snap your focus back to the blaring music behind you, more cheers erupting as you play the final song of the night.
You finally drop your mic. Singing a farewell to the horde of people as you leave the stage. Your shirt is soaked, hair damp and cheeks red. You high five your bandmates before disappearing into your area to change. The memory of the man still filling your memory as you wear a fresh shirt and pants, smooth your hair and dry your dewy skin.
Rushing out one final time, you find the long line of tables where your bandmates await you.
The obligatory autographing session after every concert. Tiresome, exhausting, but also something you look forward to.
Mindlessly scribbling your initials on albums and shirts, and thanking fans, you greet the next fan. But, when you look up, instead of seeing his face, your band’s logo crows your vision.
Your eyes trail further upwards before they land on a pair of crystal blue, anxiety-filled pupils staring back at you.
“Oh- Hello!” You croak out. It’s the man from earlier, and he’s so much more massive than you thought.
“Wow, big guy huh?” The words leave your mouth before you realise.
He stares at you silently, nodding frantically after a few seconds of awkwardness.
He’s not much of a talker, huh.
Desperate to ease the tension between you two, you flash your signature charming grin before speaking,
“Name?” You smile at him.
Once again, a few seconds of silence before another frenzied nod.
“König.” He says in a thick accent.
“Sorry? Repeat that would ya?” You turn your head to the side, leaning your ear into him.
His eyes widen before he comes a little closer and places his hand on the sides of his mouth. It was only then that you noticed how large his digits were. Each finger must’ve been at least one of yours and a half. Yet despite their size, he was trembling. Vibrating even.
He yells (or more accurately, speaks at a normal level) into your ear,
“König.”
You blink at him.
“Coonisch..?” You repeat at him confused. How do you even go about spelling that?
“It’s German.” He clarifies meekly.
Well that explains it.
He shakily places an album onto the cloth-covered table, then another, then another, then another, then one from your band’s first show and- holy shit, this dude must be a big fan. Physically and music-wise.
You reach your marker out to begin signing the stack before you freeze as he reaches into his bag and pulls out… guess what, another album! Then some faded polaroids that you faintly remember taking on stage before throwing them out into the crowd… then a small band facts book… exclusive posters, and some CDs still in the wrapping! When he finally stops digging around his bag, you finally notice the wide array of vibrant pins and badges stuck to his leather satchel. Unique pins from the early days of your music and badges that were never made again after the first drop. This man is beyond a fan.
He chuckles nervously as he noticed your wide eyes and slight gaping mouth. You were literally in the band but still you weren’t even sure you had some of the merch he did.
“All right… Coonisch… How do I… spell… that?”
“K-Ö-with the two dots above it-N-I-G.”
Oh.
“You want that on… everything..?” You gesture towards the stack of albums, posters, and pictures.
“Yes.” He responds. You can almost see his wide grin through the balaclava he wore.
You sighed, clicking your pen and getting to work. By the time you finished the last poster, he was practically vibrating.
“I take it you’re a big fan?”
He nods wildly again. Eagerly stuffing the pile of merch back into his bag. Once he’s all packed up, he doesn’t leave just yet. His eyes contemplate before he opens his mouth again.
“Can- Do you- Hand- Is it okay if you… shake my hand?!” The last part comes out a bit too loud. His eyes widen again, tips of his ears turning a light shade of pink as he lowers his head.
“Of course. Least I can do for a fan like you.” You beam at him. His eyes immediately return to their squinted eye-smile state as he holds out his jittery hand.
You slowly wrap your fingers around his (giant) ones and give him a firm, tight, shake.
“That good?”
He nods madly, eyes joyfully squinting. He looks like he just went to heaven.
A string of giggles leaves your throat. You can’t hold it back. He looks confused for a moment before chuckling himself, realising how much of a fanboy he must look like right now.
“Well, hope to see you around again, König.”
He thanks you profusely, bowing and nodding his head. He almost left before he froze, turned and quickly dropped something onto your table. You swear you could see him floating with stars in his eyes as he walked off.
You stare at the tiny red present box for a second before pocketing it and signing the next bunch of albums and posters. Before long, it was an hour and a half to midnight and you were tucked up in the back of your band’s van.
Squirming to your side, your brain replayed the interaction between you and König. Every timid word he spoke, his boyish mannerisms, even the look in his eyes as you shook his hand.
It was starting to get difficult not to think about him.
You felt your pocket for your phone before realising that the gift he left you was still unopened inside of it.
Quickly, you pulled it out, gently unwrapping the carefully lined paper and undoing the small ribbon.
Inside, the most precious necklace laid. Engraved with your initials and band’s logo. It was a locket in the shape of a sparrow, your favourite bird. You clutched the necklace, grinning from ear-to-ear as your cheeks burned.
Then, you noticed something scrawled at the bottom of the box.
A phone number.
You smiled so hard your face hurt.
dividers by @mmadeinheavenn
Tysm for reading!!! Please lmk if you’d like me to continue this silly idea of mine- i think im shaking at the thought of writing this aas a full fic witj multiple parts… 😭🙏
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konig x housewife!afabreader
Part 1 Part 2
warning(s): none
note(s): literally thought about this during class
translation(s): Liebchen - sweetheart, Liebling - darling, Arschlöcher - assholes (please note that I used google translate for these words so please correct me if it's doesn't make sense)
thinking about (y/n) writing cute letters to her dear husband while he's away on missions; lipstick kisses on the corners, handkerchiefs with her sweet floral perfume, little Polaroids of her posing with their Caucasian Shepherd (yes i did look this up) that konig insisted on getting for protection because who can protect his little wifey if he isnt here :( writes long pages of how she spends her days without him, doesn't matter how long the letters are or how boring they might seem, konig will read all of them with longing in his heart. only wanting to cuddle his little liebchen in their comfortable home.
and speaking about home, thinking about how konig built their home in the middle of the woods to ensure no one would kidnapp his wifey because you can resist her cute face (and totally not because he's a war criminal^_^) made sure to build in heating floors so her dainty feet wouldn't go cold in the winter since he won't be there all the time to rub them. built (y/n) her dream kitchen so that she can cook and bake till her heart desires, and of course, konig eating all of her creations without a complain, even if she messed up on any of them because his liebling worked hard to feed her strong husband. once in a while he'll join her with helping her gather any ingredients that she needs, helping her stir the mix so her hands won't grow calluses like his had over the years, and even frost some cute heart cookies. letting (y/n) decorate the house to her liking because if she finds it pretty, then he finds it pretty, and ultimately, it won't really matter to him because he isn't really at home anyways :(
thinking about how (y/n)'s only job is being an influencer because it's the only job that doesn't require to leave home and doesn't strain his beautiful wifey. getting insecure about all the "hot" arschlöcher that want his pretty wife's attention, but she never responds to any of the messages. posting cute tiktoks and reels together, either cooking, of course not showing his face, and trying cute trends. loves seeing his wifey get all glamed up for him to have an intimate dinner that eventually ends in the bed. Seeing how excited she gets everytime he comes home with huge bouquet and expensive jewelry that doesnt come close to putting a dent in his bank account from his mysterious job, only adding more to her collection and later on comforting her once she realize the flowers will die eventually. letting her take shopping sprees if only she models all the outfits she bought with his money, of course she's not allowed to spend any of her money even though she has her own money from her little job. konig still believes his wife's only job is to sit, look pretty and love him unconditionally.
literally kisses the floor his wife steps on because a goddess finds him worthy enough to love.
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Abscond Pt. 2
Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader
Synopsis: Y/N returns back home after living in Arizona for five years. When she’s reunited with the triplets will her feelings still be there for Matt, or will she move on? Does Matt have a girlfriend or does he still like Y/N??🫂
Warnings⚠️: None!! Hope you enjoyed this one! And read Part 1 if you haven’t already🖤
Song for the imagine: For the First Time- Mac DeMarco
It’s just like seeing her for the first
Time again
“When the fuck did you get back?” Matt said walking over to me and pulling me into a big hug
“A few hours ago” I said hugging him harder
“This is a fucking dream” Nick said still shocked
Matt pulled away and Nick gave me the biggest huge
“We missed you so fucking much” Chris said giving me a hug after Nick
“I missed yall so fucking much too, like I’m so glad I’m back home” I said pulling away from the hug
“Are you here for good?” Nick asked
“Yeah! I’m back for good. I left my dad….I had to that place was a hellhole” I said shaking my head
“I bet. When the first holidays rolled around and you didn’t show we were like okay maybe she’s doing it with her dad, but once it was the second holiday and then the third and the fourth. That’s when we knew” Nick said
“That guy kept me locked away from everything and everyone” I said letting out a breath of air
“I just can’t get over the fact that you’re back” Matt said looking at me
“I can’t either….man five years just like that” I said snapping my finger
“Five years is insane” Chris said
“You know actually I found the uh the Polaroids from the night I last saw you guys” I said looking at them
“The Polaroids of us?” Matt asked
“Yup, they fell out of my bag, and somehow landed under my bed….all these years I swore my dad found them and tore them up, but no” I said laughing a little bit
“Insane” he said laughing and looking down
“We’ll leave you guys to catch up” their mom said, and her and Jimmy walked out the kitchen
“Congrats on the fame. It’s crazy never would I have thought yall would be social media influencers” I said smiling
“Thank you. It’s something we picked up junior year right after you left” Chris said
“And honestly we never expected to get as popular as we did” Nick said
“Yall deserve it! You guys are so genuine and amazing” I said smiling
“Thank you” Matt said smiling at me
“Well tell us about Arizona” Chris said sitting across from me
“There’s nothing to tell really, I finished school there and I went to college for three years, but uh I just dropped out. It wasn’t something I wanted to do. I felt like I was living my life for my dad, and not me” I said
“Make any friends?” Chris asked me
“Honestly no….people were kind of turned off by me…I talked to some people here and there, but friends” I said shrugging my shoulders
“Bullshit! You were too cool for them anyways” Nick said rolling his eyes
“I was just so glad to get out of there and get away from my dad and his weird bitchy girlfriend” I said
“Didn’t like step mommy?” Nick asked laughing
“Ew you weirdo! No I didn’t” I said laughing
“So tell us more” Matt said looking at me
“That’s literally it” I said
“What??? No parties, no boyfriends, no nothing?” Chris asked
“Mm there was this one boy” I said rolling my eyes
Matt's body language shifted at that
“Do tell” Nick said
“Well he was coworker at one of my jobs, that was my first mistake” I said laughing
“Boyfriend or just like a boy toy?” Chris asked wiggling his eyebrows
“I don’t even know to be honest. Like one minute he wanted to be with me and then the next he didn’t? I wasted a whole year on his ass” I said rolling my eyes
“A year?” Matt said raising his eyebrow
“Yeah….from 19 to 20. Worse time honestly. He was talking to other girls. He like deleted everything off his phone, but one day left his Apple Watch home, and I looked at it, and there was a fucking Tinder code that was sent from the night before” I said laughing
“Oh god” Nick said
“Honestly good riddance I was never more happy to leave someone” I said
“Enough about me what about you guys” I said
“Well honestly we’ve just been focusing on our YouTube career, and we live part time here and part time in LA” Matt said
“Ouu nice sounds like fun” I said
“Oh it is. It’s amazing the amount of people who support us. It’s a blessing really” Matt said
“What about the dating scene for you guys?” I asked
“Mmm just a bunch of dead end talking stages” Nick said
“Oh what? That sucks yall are amazing, anybody is lucky to have you guys” I said
“Most people just want to use us” Chris said shrugging his shoulders
“Ew shallow” I said making a face
“Very” Matt responded
“Um I wasn’t sure if you guys wanted to hang over at my house” I said offering
“That would be so much fun, we haven’t been there in five years” Chris said
“Come on then” I said hopping off the chair
We left and walked over to my house. My mom was sleeping on the couch with one of her reality tv shows playing
“We can go to my room, but beware it’s still the same from when I was 16. I’m just starting to fix it” I said looking at them
“Oh that’s like a time capsule” Nick said
“It sure is” I said laughing and walking up the stairs
We got into my room, Nick and Chris immediately sitting on my bed. Matt was kind of looking around
“So many memories in here” he said out loud
“Woahhhh” Chris said laughing
“Not like that you weirdo fuck” Matt said laughing
My mom must’ve placed my Polaroids back on my vanity because Matt picked them up
“Oh god I look horrible” he said laughing
“No you don’t! We were 16 what did you expect” I said laughing
“You look the same” he said
“Oh god….I was ugly at 16” I said looking at matt
“Well no obviously you got older, but I don’t know your smiles still the same, and you still have that shine in your eyes” he said smiling and putting the Polaroids down
“I’m shocked after being with my dad for so long” I said laughing
Matt sat down on my bed along with his brothers as I decided to try and clear out some more things
“I hope you don’t mind I’m clearing some stuff out” I said looking at them
“No do your thing” Matt said
I was bent over picking something up when my shirt lifted a little bit
“IS THAT A FUCKING TATTOO” Nick yelled
Flashback
“I don’t like tattoos….I don’t know I feel like why cover your body you know” I said sitting with the three boys
“I think they’re cool, you can express yourself that way” Nick said
“You can express yourself other ways too instead of covering your skin” I said
“I’m sure I’ll be tatted up by the time I’m 20” Matt said
“You better not” I said looking at him
“You’ll never get a tattoo?” Chris asked me
“No never… I don’t like them” I said shaking my head
“Yeah right! I bet when you’re 20 you’ll be covered in tattoos” Chris said scoffing
“Will not!” I said smacking him
“Y/N I KNOW YOU! I promise you, you will” he said rolling his eyes at me
Flashback Over
“Uhhh” I said turning around and looking at them
“The queen of don’t cover your body! I fucking called it” Chris said in a mocking voice
“Oh shut up people change” I said rolling my eyes
“Never expected you to get one” Matt said looking at me
“Mmmm hate to break it to you, but I’m covered in tattoos” I said laughing
“Shut up!” Nick said
I took off my long sleeve sweater to expose my arms, uppper back and collarbone areas peppered with patchwork pieces
“Yoooo whatttt” Chris said getting up to look at my tattoos
“I know…I was such a hypocrite” I said laughing
“Those are nice as fuck” Matt said looking at my arms
“Thanks! That’s actually something that helped me a lot in Arizona. Being able to express myself through art on my skin” I said
“I told you” Nick said
“I knowwww” I said rolling my eyes
They were at my house for a while before Chris and Nick decided to head home, but Matt and I were so deep in convo he decided to stay
“I feel like we never separated. Like it’s crazy how we can just pick back up where we left off” I said to Matt
“I know right. Such a comforting feeling” he said
“It is, I never had anything like you guys in Arizona” I said
“Yeah when you left…it just wasn’t the same at all” he said back
“Yeah those first 6 months were so hard for me” I said shaking my head
“Yeah me too. I just couldn’t stop thinking about you” he said staring at me
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I mean I never really stopped thinking about you” I responded
“I didn’t either. Most nights I would lay awake wondering how you were doing, what you were doing, who your friends were….if you had a new boyfriend” He said laughing lightly
“I wondered too….about if you had a new girlfriend” I said looking at him
“I tried, but nobody was ever you” he said lowly
“I think that was my issue too, I looked for you in every guy” I said giving him a half smile
“As did I with every girl” he said
“Did umm…did those feelings ever go away?” I asked looking at him
“Umm eventually they did after a good year and a half, but you were always at the back of my mind” he said
“You were always at the back of my mind too” I said
“Seeing you today…it uh it brought back all those memories” he said fidgeting with his hands
“Good ones I hope” I said smiling
“Always good ones” he said looking at me again
“It was like seeing you for the first time again” he said swallowing deeply
“Did you feel anything?” I asked him
“I felt whole again, I felt butterflies like I always would when I saw you” he said looking down
“Matt you haven’t changed one bit, such a sweet lover boy” I said smiling at him
“Did umm did you feel anything?” He asked me
“I did…..I felt 16 again…..it took me back to that night we laid in the field and you told me you loved me, and how complete I felt” I said smiling at him
“That was my favorite night” he said smiling back at me
“I missed you” I said to him
“I missed you too” he said back
We looked at each other while we let the silence engulf us. Matt was so beautiful, he had an amazing soul and a kind personality. To say I was still in love with Matt would be an understatement. I have never wanted to freeze a moment more than now…
Matt and I both started to lean in mindlessly…letting the moment get to us. Staring into each other's eyes, our hands getting sweaty, our hearts beating out of our chest. All like we were 16 again…..but we weren’t. So I pulled away
“I uhhh wow I didn’t realize how late it is” I said looking at the clock on my nightstand
“Oh yeah! And you’re probably tired from traveling. I’ll head out and uhh maybe we can hangout tomorrow?” He asked awkwardly getting off the bed
“Uhh yeah that would be great” I said also getting off the bed
“Well um goodnight” he said nodding his head
“Good night” I said smiling at him
He looked at me for a moment in silence
“Oh uh I’ll walk you out” I said
“Ummm yeah sure” he said
God why was this so awkward? He almost kissed me, and I backed away, and was making it horribly awkward for him. Did I want to kiss him? I mean I did…but I couldn’t right? Or could I?
As I was fighting in my own head Matt and I walked down the stairs and to my front door.
I can’t just let him walk out right? Why did I pull away? This was all I ever wanted? For five years I wanted nothing more than to lay in his arms and kiss him. Matt was my everything….what am I doing?
Matt opened my front door, and began to walk out
“Uhh Matt?” I asked shyly, mentally smacking myself
He turned around quickly his eyes lighting up
“Yeah Y/N?” He said smiling
“Uhh it was great to see you” I said awkwardly
“It was great to see you too” he said laughing
“Well uhh goodnight” I said
“Goodnight” he said waving at me
He turned back around and got down to my first step. MAKE A MOVE my head screamed at me
“Wait uhh Matt” I said again reaching out for him
“Yeah?” He said turning around again smiling
“I ummm I love your new look” I said, y/n WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS
The love of my life is standing in front of me, and I’m acting like a shy school girl. I didn’t even act like this at 16. What is wrong with me
“Thank you, I like your new look too” he said giving me a funny look and smiling, and heading to turn back and walk down the steps
Y/N MAKE A FUCKING MOVE NOW, my brain screamed at me
“Matt” I said again
“Yes Y/N” he said turning to me slightly annoyed
I looked at him for a split moment reading his eyes, my heart pounding out of my chest, kiss him or tell him another stupid thing and have him walk away. Uhh fuck it
I walked out my front door, and pulled him in by his jacket smashing our lips together. In a beautiful long awaited kiss….a kiss that could solve every problem in my life. A kiss that could make time stop and heal all the world's problems. This was a kiss I’ve been needing for the last five years.
I pulled away both of us out of breath and looking into each others eyes
“I uh…sorry I don’t know what took over me” I said in a whisper backing away slightly
“Don’t apologize” he said looking into my eyes before reconnecting our lips again, his hands on my cheeks kissing me so lovingly. This was a hallmark movie type of kiss
Pulling away we looked into each others eyes again smiling now
“Fuck I’ve missed you” I said taking a deep breath
“I’ve missed you too” he said looking into my eyes
We pulled away from each other before he waved and started to walk towards his house
“Have a good night” I said to him
“You too” he responded
“Hey Matt!” I yelled
“Yeah?” He said looking at me
“Pick up your pants” I said giggling
He looked at me and laughing shaking his head
“Matt” I yelled out again
“Yes Y/N” he said in a sing song way
“I hate that jacket on you by the way” I said
He laughed “yeah I love you too have a good night” he said before getting across the street to his house
I smiled at him and waved good night before walking into my house and shutting the door. Smiling to myself and laughing
I felt 16 again….
The End
Hiii okay guys I hope you liked this one🥹🥹 I think I have some more ideas, but I’m not too sure😭😭. I’ll cook something up don’t worry 🖤🖤
-J💅🏽
#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo triplets imagines#matt sturniolo fanfic#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo imagines
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I keep thinking abt yandere ticci Toby that started off as childhood friends.
You meet him through his sister as the 2 of you were good friends long before you meet her brother. And sure you’ve heard Lyra mention how her brother is being bullied and about his  Tourette’s through the school grapevine but you’ve never actually met the kid or even really seen him outside of pics or from afar.
Anyways when you meet him he’s this shy and awkward kid who’s a year or so under you and Lyra. But you don’t judge him for his Tourette’s or anything, you’ve always been a kind person like that. As you hang out with the two of them he starts getting this silly little puppy crush on you and Lyra teases both of you - separately - about it. But you blow her off as you just see him as a little brother.
Soon Lyra gets into her accident and dies. Leaving a hole in both yours and Toby’s lives and hearts. You spend more time with each other trying to remember her, you bring him homework he missed from staying home after her death and start to notice he’s more erratic with his behavior. Prone to outbursts or even aggressive behavior towards you. You can’t stand his self harm - even if he doesn’t feel what he’s doing to his hands - and he snaps at you when you press the issue too much. After you leave each time he lashes out at you Toby feels bad and beats himself up, after all he’s lost his sister, he doesn’t want to lose you as well.
But he eventually becomes so overcome with grief and anger he goes through with the murder of his step dad and burning the house down. And Slenderman wipes his memory of everything before his moment of retribution.
You notice the flames on your way to give him the latest bit of homework. Pressing harder on the gas until you stop your car in front of the building house, leaving the car you run up to the caution tape set up by police and the fire department. Falling to your knees in grief as you sob and scream his name, one arm covering your face as the other holds onto your opposite shoulder in a desperate attempt to comfort yourself.
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Years have passed yet you still hold onto the 2 Polaroids of your dearly departed friends. One was yours originally, the second was Lyra’s and the third that was Toby’s was assumed to have burned in the fire. The Polaroids were of a day you all went out and got ice cream and had fun like kids, one of the last times that happened before Lyra’s death.
Anyways you’d be well into college, perhaps junior or senior year? Focusing on studies has been hard for the past few months due to feeling like you’re being watched constantly. And quite honestly it’s starting to affect your grades. So you go out to the woods, to a part where the hiking path leads to a small clearing with one or two picnic tables. Settling down at one with your books and notes you try to let the sounds of the woods envelope you in peace and quiet to focus. Only for it to get a little too quiet and set off that feeling of being watched once more.
After a while you realize you’re not going to get much of anything done like this. You try to leave but as you get to the start of the path that leads home you find yourself stuck to a tree. Back digging into the harsh bark of the tree, a strange man with orange tinted goggles over the eyes and a strange mask covering the lower part of the face. You can hear the man breathe heavy, only one arm of his presses into you and holds you still.
Something in you tells you to keep quiet, an almost primal urge to make yourself as small as possible. You try to shrink into the tree behind you. Noticing the 2 deadly weapons fastened onto his hips, a small whimper escapes you as tears form in your eyes. He reaches down into his pocket and brings out a folded piece of film, unfolding it and showing you it. It’s crumpled around the edges and worn but you can still make out the smiling faces of a young Lyra Toby and you.
“H-how do you have that? It should’ve burned…” you ask in astonishment as tears threaten to fall from your eyes at the memories of your deceased friends.
The man’s neck twitches so hard you worry it’d snap, he doesn’t say anything and just points at young you in the picture. You nod your head and say “ye-yes that’s me..” assuming that’s what the man was asking. Using his free hand he tugs the goggles off his face and lets them rest in the messy brown hair atop his head.
Eyes crinkled in a sort of joy or maybe excitement as he finally speaks up. “F-f-found yo-ou”
#ticci toby#creepy pasta#creepypasta#ticci toby creepypasta#ticci toby x y/n#ticci toby x reader#ticci Toby imagine#tw yandere#I don’t think I’ll ever write a full on thing for him or any other creepypastas until I work through my personal cringe#this is the closest thing you’ll get from me for any of them. I’ve just been having Toby thoughts#not edited
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Call of Duty
...is part of The Bookshelf.
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Keep You Close
Summary: He's pretty sure he's in love with you. Not that he'll admit it, acknowledge it.
Fresh Ink (Series)
Summary: You become Ghost’s artist and therapist in a way.
Polaroid
Summary: You find a polaroid of yourself in Ghost’s vest.
When I Was Your Man
Summary: Ghost regrets breaking up with you after seeing you again.
Little Lady, Big Guns
Summary: A new weapons developer catches the eye of many, especially one balaclava wilding man.
Only One Boundary
Summary: When it comes to his body, Simon is all ears for anything to do for you. However, he only has one boundary that he’s hesitant to compromise with now.
An Old Siren Song
Summary: You're injuried on a mission early in you and ghost careers' and it affects him even 6 years later.
Lonely
Summary: After Simon had left for his next mission, you were faced with the biggest challenge of your life and you had to get through that all by yourself.
Faking
Summary: As the mission goes on, you are forced to fake your death, hurting the man you love most.
Fell Into You (Series)
Summary: Ghost isn’t looking for anything and neither are you. But when a mission goes wrong, throwing you two together, where will things go from here?
The Little Things
Summary: Five times Soap questions the relationship between Ghost and the 141’s Medic, and the one time he gets an answer.
Little Treasures, Life's Pleasures
Summary: Now that Soap knows when to pay attention, he realizes you and Ghost aren’t as subtle as you think you are.
Life's Little Comforts
Summary: Soap finally gets a better glimpse into your relationship with the Lieutenant- even if it’s not the way he wants.
Our Little Secret
Summary: Soap finally gets all of his answers- and then some.
Interrupted Part 1, Part 2
Summary: When your make-out session gets interrupted, you shield Simon's face with your hands.
Zombie!Ghost
Summary: Simon is dead. And you were forced to leave him behind as the rise of the dead took over. When you volunteer to sneak back into base to grab med supplies, you don't expect to run into Simon—alive, but certainly not himself...
Hate You
Summary: Ghost seemed to despise you, making a mission you have to do together much tenser than it ever had to be…
Cat Got Your Tongue?
Summary: Ghost thought you hated him, but he had no idea why. He didn't remember ever doing anything to cross you. When you're stuck doing a mission alongside him, he gets curious enough to finally ask.
Bad Day
Summary: After a bad mission, Simon comes back and takes his pain out on you.
To Be Alive In Summer
Summary: Betrayal had never been in your cards, and you definitely didn't see yourself being the one responsible for the act. When having to go undercover, first comes the problem of staging your death.
If You Bite My Hand Again
Summary: How dare he show his face to you after all of these years? How dare you still find it in yourself to love him?
Untitled
Summary: You, a civilian, kills someone out of self defense for the first time.
'Til It Ends Part 1, Part 2
Summary: You thought that it would be easy - moving on and blazing your own trail, but at every step, memories seem to come back and haunt you. And the biggest memory takes the shape of a man with a skull mask. Can you still deny what you had always felt when he stands at your side once more?
Simon "Ghost" Riley who protects you from your creepy neighbor
Simon "Ghost" Riley accidentally yelling at you Headcanon
Being Yelled At By Ghost Part 1, Part 2
Confessions
Sleepless Night
Don't Make A Habit Of Dying
Call Sign
Kindergarten Troubles Part 1, Part 2
Imagine going to sleep as 09 Ghost’s widow only to wake up next to reboot Ghost Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Captain John Price
The Traces He Left Behind
Summary: You had never expected the dog tags to be so heavy, but, now, as they sit in your hands they’re just about the heaviest object you’ve ever held. M.I.A doesn’t mean John’s dead… but it might as well.
Baby Blues
Summary: The promise of a normal Sunday is lost when your door is torn open, and, you, kidnaped. All you can do is pray that John finds you in time.
Let Me Lean On You
Summary: You have a bad habit of putting yourself in harm’s way, enraging John to no end. But can you survive a wound like this? Or will everything you hate to love about John Price never see the light of day?
First Kiss
Summary: It makes you want to laugh, it’s not how you’d envisioned your first kiss would go; you had hoped it would be romantic or passionate. Instead it was desperate battle of trying to breathe life back into John without ever having told him about your feelings.
Our Remains
Summary: You disliked hiding things from John. Certainly something as big as this.
Cheating Heart
Summary: Your feeling for John were wrong - horribly wrong - but when you see your current boyfriend in bed with another woman, what's to hold you back anymore?
See No Evil
Summary: The flowers came every week - Tuesday, two O’clock, two minutes after your break. The only problem was that you knew they weren’t coming from John.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Shaky Fingers
Summary: The perfect date night begins with a stolen wallet and a goose chase.
Reveries Of A Lost Lamb
Summary: Tempers flare when it hits the seven-day mark. Could they all be sure you were even still alive?
Gossamer Silk Smiles
Summary: You loved your job more than anything, and at the end of the day, even with pricked fingers and cramped muscles, you went to bed happy. It had all been going well, insanely well. You were focused; self-assured... Until he showed up.
A Little Small Talk, A Smile, And Baby I Was Stuck
Summary: When Soap mentions the new medic, Gaz doesn’t think much of it.
Keegan P. Russ
(Don't) Go To War
Summary: Some days it became impossible not to lose your tempers with each other. Being enemies was easier than admitting you cared.
First Strike
Summary: Keegan had always captured your attention. You've found out that maybe that's the best and worst thing to happen to you.
König
The Invisible String Theory
Summary: You didn't expect the man who gave you his coat to be the same one to bust down the door where you and the other women slept - sniper hood scaring everyone within an inch of their life. You didn't expect him to become so important to you, either.
Moths Hit The Window
Summary: Fights with König were always loud, but this time his comments went a bit too far.
Overflow The Stars
Summary: One more abandoned date night later, you're left wondering if the man you're infatuated with is really interested in you at all.
Vladimir Makarov
The Great War
Summary: Deadly, fast and a killing machine. Soldier was trained as a recon sniper and has been trained by allied forces as an insertion specialist. SAS has recognised this soldier as a necessity for most of its joint operations. Decorated with high awards and recognition by all military forces. TF 141 acquired soldier after a mission in Al Mazrah. Capable of killing all those that come between her and the goal, will not hesitate to harm enemies.
No Title
Summary: You have an encounter with a creepy guy.
No Title
Summary: You are pregnant with Makarov's child and someone is stupid enough to mess with you.
Valeria Garza
Back When I Loved You
Summary: It's been years since you had been stationed in Las Almas, returning opens some old wounds you hadn't realized never healed.
Valeria Garza
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Ghostface with Creep!reader Part 2
Ever since you and Danny made your little movie, it went without saying that you two were now a couple
And he's pretty clingy
Like a cat
In between trials he lays his head on your lap at the campfire
Like he owns it
Arms behind his head along with a loud content sigh
He glances to make sure the other killers are watching
"Babe, you're sooooo comfy"
The others either roll their eyes or groan
He chuckles and then rolls over to press his face into your stomach
"Mhhhmmhhmmmhhh"
You let him move into your realm since he never had one
(Think Haddonfield but sunny)
You give him the tour
"And this is where I filmed Jenny's death. She screamed a lot"
"That's hot babe" camera flash
You show him your home
Or at least the Entity's recreation of it
He looks around as you stand proud
There's a long pause
Silence fills the air
"Hey wolfie......your home blows ass"
You slump
siggghhhhh "I know"
Danny helps you spruce up the place while you're at a trial
"Trust me babe, I know what I'm doing. I once killed a interior home designer"
Returning from your trial, you step into the realm once more and enter your "home," the place where Danny had undertaken the task of redecorating. As you take in the changes, you're surprised to find that he's actually done a good job. Furniture has been shifted around to create a more balanced layout, and paintings adorn the walls, adding a touch of life to the otherwise eerie space. You notice it's some of Carmina's work.
You can't help but wonder if he "borrowed" the artwork, considering his........Danny-ness
However, your gaze lands on something that doesn't quite fit the rest of the decorations. A wall adorned with Polaroids depicting his past murder victims catches your attention. It's a stark contrast to the rest of the aesthetic changes he's made.
"Damn it, Danny, the composition is all wrong," you mutter with a hint of frustration, your annoyance stemming from his lack of attention to aesthetics. The Polaroids are haphazardly nailed to the wall, without any discernible pattern or arrangement.
Beside you, Danny simply shrugs and looks at you with an impish grin.
"Well, can't please everyone, can I? Besides, I thought it'd be a fun way to show off my... accomplishments," he responds with his characteristic smugness, his tone unapologetic.
Rolling your eyes at Danny's response, you can't help but mutter a teasing insult under your breath. "Moron," you scoff, your words laced with affectionate amusement.
You both go on stalking dates
Meaning you sneak around the survivor camp and record them from afar
You both giggle like schoolgirls when you throw a pebble at Dwight's head
The nervous wreck of a leader is so confused as he darts his head around
You record everything on your camcorder
"Wolfie, lemme try. Record this"
"Okay, ready"
You focus your viewfinder on Dwight, expecting another pebble
Something suddenly pierces Dwight's neck at full speed
It makes a squelching sound and then a crack as it hits bone
Dwight falls dead
Danny deadass threw his knife at Dwight
The survivor camp erupts into chaos
Danny grabs your hand as you two hightail it out of there
You're both laughing like hyenas
The Entity makes you both walk Demogorgon around the entire realm as punishment
For a whole week
Well at least you're together
As you and Danny navigate the Yamaoka estate, you hold the leash that's tethered to the Demogorgon. The creature's towering form is a stark contrast to the mundane concept of a "dog," yet here you are.
"Hey, Danny, can you hold the leash?" you inquire, a hint of mischief dancing in your voice. Danny simply shrugs and nods as he takes the leash from your hand. You watch with a faint smirk as he wraps the leash around his hand.
Taking advantage of the moment, you calmly reach down to your boot and retrieve a sliver of jerky. With a casual, nonchalant demeanor, you extend the treat towards the Demogorgon. "Here, boy, fetch," you utter, your tone tinged with amusement as you toss the jerky away from you.
In an instant, the Demogorgon reacts, its predatory instincts kicking in as it lunges after the jerky. The force of its movement catches Danny off guard, and he's practically yanked off his feet, the leash becoming a makeshift tether that tugs him along like a ragdoll.
"Asssshoooollllleee!" Danny's indignant yell carries through the air, the word drawn out as he's pulled farther away from you. His insults grow faint as the distance between you increases, his voice eventually becoming a distant echo.
A bout of genuine laughter escapes your lips. Maybe punishment wasn't so bad as long as Danny was there.
Masterlist here
#dbd x reader#dead by daylight x reader#killer!reader#creep!reader#danny johnson#danny johnson x reader#ghostface x reader#ghostface
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TWO WORLDS | MICK SCHUMACHER
“it’s astronomy, we’re two worlds apart”
not my gif :)
summary: where you and mick are childhood best friends and grew up in racing together, and yet mick made it to formula one with nothing but love and admiration from everyone and you left the sport with nothing but scars
pairing: mick schumacher x ex driver!reader
notes: i’m probably going to make a part 2, loosely based off ‘astronomy’ by conan gray and that one line from ‘daylight’ by david kushner, unedited (sorry)
warnings: a little angsty but it kinda gets better, slight talks about mental health issues and struggles, slight implications of struggles with eating, slight implications of self-destructive behaviours
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switzerland always held a special place in your heart. it was your home country after all, having grown up in geneva. and despite having moved to england for university, you still made a point to come back ever so often to visit your family and friends— and most importantly, spend time with your dogs.
and, with christmas just around the corner, it was no surprise that you were back, happy to carry out the christmas traditions you’ve always loved. which was precisely why you were in your childhood bedroom.
sitting on the edge of the bed, you took in the memories and nostalgia which never failed to wash over you every time you stepped into room as you glanced around, each object in your room giving you reminders and memories of the past. each flag and poster on your wall had a specific sentiment attached to it, as did the picture frames and polaroids.
the red ferrari flag that hung on your wall served as the most important reminder of your past woes in racing— it’s iconic prancing horse staring at you almost in mockery for your failure in achieving your dreams whilst the very same people you competed with had, or were at least on their way to achieving.
glancing to your bedside table, you let out a sigh upon seeing the picture frame, picking it up and clearing the dust away. the frame was old, so was the picture inside of it, yet, you still remember it like it all happened yesterday.
“micky!” you exclaimed, glad to see your best friend again, letting out a smile. “how are you? how was italy?”
“it was so fun! i got you a gift as well! i’ll give it to you when you come over later!” he smiled, “i got to visit maranello and the ferrari museum! it was so cool!”
“lucky…” you pouted, “i really want to race for ferrari one day! i’ll get to formula one, race for ferrari and win 10 championships! i’ll beat your dad’s record!”
“not if i do it first,” he let out a laugh, “we’ll both get to formula 1 and we’ll be teammates in ferrari!”
“and we’ll be the best duo on the grid!”
“obviously.”
tears welled up in your eyes as you stared at the picture frame next to your bed, the memories with your ex-best friend coming back to you. the thought of all the plans you had made with each other, from travelling over the world together when you’d grow up to getting to the pinnacle of motorsport and driving next to each other.
both of you had big dreams, for yourselves and for each other, and yet you two had fallen out.
of course you still sent him congratulatory messages whenever he would have a good race and he would still occasionally text you to check up on you, but other than that, there was nothing.
you had went from best friends to almost strangers.
sometimes you find yourself reminiscing about the past and couldn’t help but wonder if he was still the person you remembered him being. and sometimes, you couldn’t help but feel jealous.
you two had gone down the same path— starting your karting journey at the same track, going up to formula 4 at the same time, going to formula 3 together with the same team— and yet he had made it to formula 1 and you were left with nothing but with a mix of memories and a wound that would never stop bleeding.
of course, you had some regrets in leaving the sport, but at the end of the day, you would probably have more regrets in staying in it. it was the fact that you could do it but didn’t and the regret and guilt would haunt you forever. but, at the same time, you were glad that you had stopped.
good memories had been made; the feeling of adrenaline as you battled wheel-to-wheel, the joy being on the top step and the thrill of simply racing would be something you would miss forever.
but the bad had overrode the good.
watching what you ate to make sure you could be as light as you could be just to cut down times for each sector. the constant feeling of never being good enough and expectations for you that were always twice as high as everyone’s. the guilt that would follow you everyday if you didn’t train until you felt like collapsing.
everything you did was for love. everything you did was for victory. everything you did was for excellence. everything you did destroyed yourself inside out.
hearing a knock on the door, your reverie had been broke as you put the picture back in its original place, getting up to open the door. freezing the minute you heard the familiar voices from downstairs, you hesitated for a while before putting your hand on the door knob.
“hi, (y/n)!” the german smiled, “your mum told me to get you for dinner and then we can do some baking!”
it was as if you were kids again the way he had greeted you, and if you had to be honest, your heart ached at the strong possibly your relationship would never return to that.
“don’t tell me you forgot who i was.”
“never, mick,” you couldn’t help but smile as he brought you into a hug. “how could i?”
for that split second, it felt as if you guys were as close as before. unfortunately, your brain was quick to take over your heart as you made your way down.
you hated how your heart would still skip a beat whenever you saw him, you hated how he always made you smile and you hated how you couldn’t help but long for his company.
“hi,” you smiled, taking your seat at the table which was opposite mick’s, taking a look of the food in front of you.
“how have you been, (y/n)? it’s been so long!” corinna smiled, “how’s your engineering degree going?”
“wait, you’re doing an engineering degree?” mick asked, looking to see if anyone was as surprised. “what happened to racing? i thought you were going to elms?”
forcing a smile, you let out a small chuckle, “yeah, i’m doing an engineering degree.”
“oh…okay.”
the dinner table was filled with laughter and chatter, the awkwardness long forgotten as everyone cracked jokes and caught up with one another. your spirits lifted as you talked to gina as you caught each other and talked about horse riding.
that was at least until your dad had asked mick about formula 1.
“…yeah, formula 1’s been going great, i can’t wait to join ferrari next season…”
as much as you tried to sit through the entire conversation as everyone joined in, you simply couldn’t take it anymore as everything came back to you along with all sorts of emotions. averting your eyes to the garden, you were quick to excuse yourself from the dinner table.
sitting outside, away from the sight of anyone, the emotions came like a tidal wave and it wasn’t too long until you found yourself crying silently— out of misery and sadness for your failed dreams with a side of jealousy and anger at yourself.
“(y/n)?”
“go away, mick,” you let out a sigh, recognising his voice.
“what’s wrong? you can tell me,” he comforted, taking a seat next to you.
“you wouldn’t get it.”
“just tell me.”
putting his arm around you, mick pulled you closer to him. “please, just tell me, i hate seeing you like this. i know we haven’t talked in a while, and we’re probably not as close as we were but please tell me.”
letting out a sigh, you wiped your tears. “it’s just…it’s just unfair. god, it’s so stupid.”
it didn’t take a while for mick to pick up on what you were upset about as he quickly put the pieces together, “i’m sorry i didn’t notice what was going on back then. i failed to look out for you. i should’ve realised and been there for you.”
“it wasn’t your responsibility anyways, mick.”
“when you love someone, it’s your responsibility.”
#f1 fic#f1 fiction#formula 1 fic#f1 fanfic#formula 1 fanfic#mick schumacher fluff#mick schumacher x reader#mick schumacher x you#mick schumacher imagine#mick schumacher fic#mick schumacher angst#mick schumacher blurb#f1 x reader#formula 1 x reader#f1 fic recc#f1 fic rec
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# PURPLE LILACS !
[03] - call me riddle rosehearts | prev. | m. list | next
ace trappola x fem!reader smau
! warning(s) : aliven't mentions, "kys" used 2 times, angst hehe
? w/c : 853
the ramshackle ghosts letting him inside the dorm with wary gazes should've been the first red flag, ace notes.
the building is eerily silent until grim appears (equally as wary as the ghosts until he spots the sweets the ginger is carrying in his arms), lifting a paw to point towards the upper floor of the building. ace takes this as a "go" sign and slowly makes his way up the creaking staircase.
you have cleaned the building up well since you arrived in twisted wonderland (ace would know, he was here to help after all) but with the money crowley provides, you barely have enough for food, much less to fix up the building. then again, it’s not like you’re staying here permanently, you’re gonna leave the moment crowley finds a way home for you.
somehow, that thought hurts more than it should.
upon reaching the upper floor, the dorm wasn’t as quiet as before, and ace found himself regretting being here.
the closer to your rooms door he went, the louder the sobs and sniffles became, and now he’s seriously debating whether he should knock on your door or just pretend him telling you he’s coming over was all just an elaborate prank, but then he heard knocking and saw his very own hand pressed against the wooden door.
“shit- shit, ow- um, yeah?”
“.. it’s ace. may i come in?”
the sound of rushed steps and things bumping against each other was heard and the door flew open, bringing with it a sudden breeze that sent his bangs flying. curse autumn weather.
“uh, yeah, sure. why are you here though?”
“i.. told you i was coming..?” he says quizzically as he makes his way into the room, taking a quick look around. there’s several items in disarray, but what stuck out to him most was the wallet on the floor. not the one the guys personally made you for christmas since you said your previous one got lost, this one was unfamiliar to ace, “what’s that?”
“oh, uh.. you know how i said my wallet got lost somewhere when i, uh, appeared here? yeah, that’s the one. someone in diasomnia found it and handed it over to lilia, apparently.”
“is that what’s got you so down, then?” why bring up your relationship with your mother over a found wallet? he came here because of your tweet in the first place, but he doesn’t really see how these 2 things are connected. he grabs the faux leather wallet off the floor before sitting on your carpet next to it, only for a polaroid picture to come slowly fluttering out.
oh.
“not the wallet, no. the picture is.”
yeah, he can see how a picture of your mother would remind you of her.
he checks if it’s okay with you, then he lifts the picture for a closer inspection. there’s what he can make out as an older lady who looks like you, and a man hugging her waist. he finds it nice you keep a picture of your parents so close to you.
“i was on that picture too.”
“sorry?”
he looks up at you, startled, then back down at the picture in his hands. now that he looks closer, there’s a slight blur bubble in the center of the photo.
“it was taken on my 10th birthday. there was a cake and my fathers hand was on my shoulder. now there’s no cake, and certainly no me either,” you start fiddling with your fingers (a nervous habit, ace notes) and he waits for you to continue, “i didn’t really think dying in my world and being transported here would delete all memories of me. i didn’t even know that was possible, but now i have proof.”
“wait, pause, dying? you’re dead? like, dead dead?”
“i should be, yes. i was just hoping my parents would remember me, at least.”
“.. but crowley is looking for a way back for you, isn’t he?”
“no. i told him to stop when i remembered how i got here. told ‘im it was useless and that i would just be 2 meters under anyway– if i would even be there, that is.”
“do the others know about this..?”
you shake your head with a melancholy smile and ace regrets even bringing up the topic at all. perhaps he should’ve just given you the sweets and left. or he shouldn’t have come here at all, left deuce or jack to be the first ones to know.
but then the devil on his shoulder whispers in his ear and he realizes at least he’s closer to you now, which means he’s also one step closer to making his plan work.
“that’s okay. it can be our secret for now– and crowleys. if you ever want to talk about any of this, or just your feelings or whatever, feel free to hit me up. i’m always only one call away, you know.”
“.. why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden? don’t you, like, hate me or something?”
“hate you? i could never hate you,” liar.
## ❝ after the events of the phantom bride wedding, ace started wondering whether he still had the ability to charm girls. he hasn’t thought about anyone romantically in years, hasn’t really flirted with anyone either, what if he’s gone out of it? perhaps it’s time to put his talents to the test; with the person who hates him most, no less. if he can charm her, he can charm anyone.
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Polaroids: Part 3 (NSFW)
Summary: Negan takes a liking to you after finding Daryl's wallet containing nude polaroids.
Word count: 5584
Character(s): Negan
Reader: Female reader
Warning(s): NSFW / 🔥🔥🔥 / Eventual Smut / Slow Burn ??? / Angst / Mentions of Death / Gore / Oral Sex (F Receiving) / Rough Sex / Choking / Spitting / Praising / Creampie (Wrap is up guys) / Negans vulgar language as always
Support Me: Kofi
(AN: OOOooooooo Part 3 is here guys. I love how this chapter came out so I really hope you enjoy it. As always thank you for the wait.)
Part 1 | Part 2 |
Once Negan left you let out a sigh of relief and drifted upstairs taking your bag with you and dropping it on the bed. You emptied the contents out across the duvet and began sorting through the clothes that you'd picked up for yourself. Pulling off tags and peeling off stickers you organised the clothes and tucked them away into your wardrobe before putting the underwear away in your chest of drawers.
Stripping, you place your dirty and bloodied clothes into the wash basket in the corner of your room that was overflowing with clothes that needed scrubbing. Normally a few members of Alexandria would offer to wash your clothes but you turned them down most of the time as you preferred to do your own laundry though seeing the overflowing basket made you think twice about refusing the help.
Walking to your bathroom you quickly turn the shower on and wait for the warm water to flow before stepping underneath the spray. Immediately you worked on washing your face and hair, your arms starting with a dull ache from previously moving the furniture in the abandoned office with Daryl along with carrying heavy bags whilst killing walkers.
The shampoo was rinsed from your hair and the suds were sprayed off your body by the time the water started to go cold. With the amount of people in Alexandria it was becoming more and more difficult to guarantee even a lukewarm shower let alone a hot one but it was an appreciated rarity.
You dry yourself in the bathroom and wrap the towel around your chest as you re-enter your bedroom, though the sight of Daryl pacing in your bedroom takes you by surprise. “The hell are you doin?” He blurts out as soon as he notices you standing in the doorway.
Confusion crosses your face. “I just had a shower, what’s the problem?”
“I’m not talkin’ about the damn shower. You’re going back out there tomorrow, with that asshole.” Of course, Rick told Daryl as soon as he saw him making you shake your head. “I didn’t have a choice Daryl, we need those supplies that got left behind and I couldn't exactly say no to Negan.”
“He doesn’t wanna help, he wants to get you on your own again. You’re one of the best survivors we got and he knows that.”
“Daryl you know more than anyone that I can handle myself. If he tried anything I can handle him.”
He scoffs. “Yeah I bet you can.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You snarl.
“You’ve been gettin’ close to him, bet you’ll be on his dick the minute you’re outta those gates.” He grunts. Closing the gap you raise your hand and strike Daryl across his cheek. “Get out.”
A mixture of shock and hurt crosses his face as he realises what you did. “Y/N I-I’m sorry.” He exhales as he takes a step towards you but in return you take a step back.
“I said get out Daryl. Leave me the fuck alone and don’t come barging in here again.” You sit on the bed, your thumb tracing the stinging palm of your dominant hand as Daryl storms out of the room. You heard him hurry down the stairs and slam the front door behind him as he left muttering under his breath.
You sat, contemplating what to do and whether to go after Daryl and apologise but you shook your head. You had no reason to apologise to him and you were quite happy doing anything you could to avoid him for as long as possible until he apologised first. The rest of the day went by, you did odd jobs around the house and tidied up before climbing into bed and attempted to keep yourself distracted from the inevitable outing with Negan.
Your heart thumped in your chest, you’d managed to suppress your thoughts about him for so long but seeing him today brought so many emotions and feelings to the front of your mind. Feelings that you shouldn’t be having about the leader of the saviours, the very man who had been terrorising your group since he found you, the man who had killed a handful of your friends.
Despite that, your mind wandered as you fell asleep and soon you were dreaming of him, his deep voice in your ear, his hands on your face and his lips on yours make goosebumps rise on your skin. His hands fall to your waist, the hair on his cheeks tickles you as he moves his mouth to your neck sucking a bruise into your skin making your legs buckle. Negan moves a hand from your waist and to the front of your jeans, as he tucks his fingertips into the waistband of your pants and underwear you jolt awake in a hot sweat.
Your stomach was flipping and twisting into knots, your thighs wet and warm from sweating and rubbing them together during your dream. Negan was due to turn up at some point and a part of you contemplated rushing to get dressed and leaving on your own before you had to face him. Loud knocking at your front door made you climb out of bed and throw on your dressing gown. Trotting to the front door you open it without looking through the peep-hole and are greeted with a gorgeous smile from the salt and pepper bearded man. “Come on Darlin’ I thought you’d be ready and raring to go.” He laughs, his voice dripping with sex.
“You’re earlier than I thought you’d be.” You tug the belt of your dressing gown tighter making it close around your body whilst Negan runs his tongue over his bottom lip.
“Well I wanted to be early considerin’ how far we gotta travel. Plus it means I get more time with my favourite gal.”
“Yeah, right.” You stumble over your words. “Um, I need to get dressed and grab something to eat before we head out. You can come in and wait if you want, unless there’s something you have to do first?” You ask.
“Nah I can wait doll, I won't go snooping around don’t worry.”
You give a quick friendly smile and step to the side letting Negan in. Before shutting the door you quickly scan the street in front of you but don’t see any of your group meaning that almost everyone is most likely still asleep. You shut the door and walk to the kitchen putting some water on the hob to boil so you can make a cup of coffee. “I’ll be quick.” You say running up the stairs to your bedroom, you throw on a pair of leggings and a tank top accompanied with a pair of comfy trainers and pick up your emptied rucksack from off the floor.
You step into the bathroom and quickly relieve yourself before brushing your teeth and sorting your hair out. In the kitchen Negan is leant against the island with an apple in his hand having just made two mugs of coffee. “Hope you don’t mind me taking an apple doll.”
Snickering you shrug and pick up the mug closest to you. “You take more than that from us anyway.” You say earning a scowl. “Smartass.” He says before downing his coffee.
Standing in silence whilst Negan eats his apple and you casually sip from your mug you relish the warm coffee as your stomach continues to twist into knots at his presence in your home. In your daze you fail to see Negans eyes scanning your body up and down as well as the slight tug of his bottom lip between his teeth. He’s watching you like a hawk and smiles when he sees your eyes fixated on his hands until your gaze drops
When you finish your coffee you take an apple from the fruit basket in the middle of the kitchen island and go to the living room to scan over the map again. Using a notepad and a pencil taken from your bookcase you make a quick sketch of the road to take to the stores before taring the sheet from the rest of the pad and folding it up ready to take with you “Are you ready?” You ask Negan as he throws the apple core into the bin. He nods whilst you takes your bag and a jacket from the coatrack at the front door.
Since you happened to be someone who was easily approachable, the members of Alexandria that couldn’t go out on runs themselves would often come to you with a list of specific items if they heard that you were going out. As you left your house and pointed Negan to your car telling him to get in one of the women approached you nervously waiting until Negan was out of earshot before asking if you could discreetly grab her a few things whilst handing over a folded piece of paper.
Opening it up you hid a frown when you read the list to yourself, you always tended to get sanitary products and condoms when you saw them as the end of the world didn’t mean the end of sex. Rarely did you ever have to get emergency birth control since you figured people would be a lot more careful but it was not always the case. “I’ll see what I can get.” You say tucking the paper into the pocket of your jacket and zip it up.
“Oh thank you, thank you so much.” She says before hurrying away back to her house. You climb into the drivers side of the car and throw your bag onto the backseat behind you.
“Your boyfriend don’t look pleased to see me.” Negan says motioning to Daryl who is glaring at you both from his position on the lookout post, you huff and Negan laughs. “Damn, trouble in paradise. Can’t wait to hear about this.”
You start the car and pull away from your house and out of Alexandria. In your rear-view mirror you see Daryl still facing you as the gates are closed but soon he is out of view. Stuffing your hand into your pocket you take out the folded piece of paper that you’d scribbled the directions onto and look it over.
Negan reaches and plucks the paper from out of your hand holding it out of reach like he had done with Daryl’s wallet weeks ago. “Keep your eyes on the road, not havin’ you fuckin’ crash cause you’re looking at some paper.”
“I need to know where I'm going.”
“I’ll tell you, just drive straight. Why don’t you tell me what’s going on between you and Daryl.”
You shifted awkwardly in your seat and mumble a complaint under your breath as you grip the steering wheel. “It’s nothing, we just had a little fight yesterday.” You shake your head.
“Hmm, doesn’t seem like nothing. What was it about?”
“Why do you care?”
“Just making conversation doll.” He answers though you don’t reply straight away. After a few minutes of silent contemplation you speak softly. “He doesn’t trust me.”
“What?” Negan asks seemingly forgetting your previous conversation.
“Daryl.” You say. “He doesn’t trust me, that’s why we had a fight.”
“Trust is hard to come by these days, it takes people a long time to learn that not everyone is out to get them. Did he say why?” He asks and you nod.
“He thinks.” You hesitate. “Um, never mind it’s stupid. I turn left here don’t I?” You change the conversation quickly as you reach a crossroad and Negan looks down at the paper then nods.
He didn’t press you for answers and instead silently watched you in the corner of his eye as you drove and followed his directions. You approached the marked point on the map and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw that the crowd of walkers had moved on. “Thought this place would be more hidden, surprised no-one has hit it yet.” Negan says.
“People probably don’t wanna travel more than they need to, especially since there's no guarantee that they’ll make it back. Plus, there’s most likely a handful of groups that don’t have to get supplies for themselves and others.”
“You’re gettin’ on my nerves with that shit doll.”
“Good.” You mutter. Pulling the hand-break up you step out of the car and get your bag from the backseat. “The herd seems to have moved on though I wouldn’t let your guard down. We left the bags of food in that grocery store so that’s where I'm going first, you do what you want.” You say and Negan gives a quick nod as he swings Lucille next to him.
Negan goes into the clothes store next-door as you return to the grocery store to collect the bags from the previous day. You half expected that the bags would be gone but fortunately, as you walked further into the store you saw them next to the counter in the same spot that you’d left them. Dropping your bag next to one of the shelves you fill it up with some more tinned food until it was full and grunted as you lifted the dead weight onto your shoulder, you pick up the bags Daryl had left and returned to your car, opened the boot and dropped them in.
Meanwhile, Negan was walking between the racks of clothes and examining the different fabrics that were scattered around until he found what he was looking for. You entered the store to see him looking through the pile of underwear and putting a few articles off to the side. “I don’t think pink is your colour.” You hold back a laugh as he jumps and almost knocks a display over.
“Funny.” He collects himself. “I was looking at something for my wives.”
“Oh.” You hummed trying to fight the pang of jealousy that bubbled inside of you at the mention of his lovers. “Well hurry up, the bags of food are in the boot and I wanna get going after we’ve hit the Pharmacy.”
“You’re eager to get away from me aren't you.”
“Why wouldn't I be? You force people to join your group and kill or threaten anyone who refuses. Not to mention blackmailing me into giving you head, so I don’t wanna spend anymore time with you than I have to.” You raise your voice at the last sentence and Negan stalks over to you grabbing at your shoulder and shoving you against the concrete pilar behind you.
“Watch your fucking tone with me doll or I'll take your sweet little fuck toy Daryl and break him till he doesn’t know who you are.” He growls whilst towering over you sending an unwanted wave of heat between your legs.
Negan’s face moves closer to yours and his body closes the gap as he forces his lips against your own only to pull away a second or so later when the sounds of groaning and dragging feet can be heard from the entrance. A loan walker had wandered into the store but hadn’t noticed the pair of you yet until it was about a meter or two in.
“Fuck you.” You spit pushing away from Negan you storm to the front of the store and plunge your knife into the walkers head and scan the area for anymore. Deciding to continue with your scavenging alone instead of waiting for Negan you walked to the pharmacy a few doors down and entered with caution. Though it hadn’t been looted you could tell that walkers had been in it since medicines and first aid supplies were scattered across the floor next to toppled shelving units.
Remembering the list that was carelessly stuffed into your pocket you pull it out and scan over the contents again. Using the signs on top of the isles you found the section that you needed and knelt down whilst rummaging through the shelves, grabbing a few boxes, and stuffing them into your pockets.
Negan announces his presence with a soft laugh followed by a question. “You got some private list for yourself there doll?” He asks standing in front of you, resting Lucile dangerously close to your face.
“It’s none of your business.”
His eyes fall on one of the boxes that had fallen from the shelf when you searched it. “Morning after pill.” He states. “Did Daryl forget to pull out?” His hand hits his chest as he laughs.
“They’re not for me.” You stand and push past him with a scowl plastered on your face as you go to another isle to pick up the rest of the items on your list as well as stocking up on the basics like bandages and anti-septics.
“Don’t get pissy doll I’m only joking.” He follows you round and stands at the edge of the isle watching you pack supplies. “Besides, I can’t even count on both hands how many times I've cream-pied my wives by accident.”
“Shut up.” You shout as rage builds inside of you. “God you are insufferable, just fucking leave me alone for fuck sake.”
“Excuse me.” The mocking tone in his voice drops and you take a step back before returning and standing your ground.
“You heard me, or have you gone deaf now too?” You continue, not letting him get a word in. “You know Negan it’s only a matter of time before someone puts a bullet in your fucking head and with the way you’ve latched onto me I just might be the one to do it.”
“I know damn well you did not just fucking threaten me.”
“Get fucked Negan.” You turn to storm off to your car and leave him there but fail to see the walker that had been approaching you after hearing the rising commotion from outside. Falling backwards over the leg of an over-turned shelf you hit the floor and the walker climbs on top of you snapping its rotting mouth at your face. You manage to hold it back by its shoulders so it doesn’t grab or bite at your flesh but you can feel your arms going weaker by the second as it pushes against you.
Blood sprayed over the wall next to you as Negan swings his bat against the side of the walkers head killing it after two heavy blows. Negan drags the walker off you and dumps it to the floor. “You alright doll?” He asks holding his hand out for you to grab, you’re too shaken to speak but give him a nod and take his hand instead and he helps you up off the floor. “Thank you.” You speak, barely above a whisper. Negan opens his mouth to reply but you cut him off by pushing your lips against his.
You pull away and mutter an apology though Negan decides it’s not good enough. Bending to grab the back of your thighs he lifts you up against his body and onto the nearby counter with ease, wasting no time in positioning his body between your legs he traces your bottom lip with his tongue before shoving it between your parted lips.
When Negans hands begin to move from your thighs up to the top of your pants you quickly grab his wrists and pull away to catch your breath. “This is why Daryl doesn’t trust me.” You breathe deeply, your forehead resting against his own. “He doesn’t trust me around you, and to be honest, I don’t trust myself either.”
“Fuck doll, you’re making it out like it’s a crime to fuck me.”
“You’ve killed a handful of our people Negan, if my group found out they would never forgive me. I’d probably be thrown out and left to fend for myself and-”
“Hey is anybody there?” A gruff voice interrupts your reply and you instinctively drop from the counter and behind the shelf. Negan follows your movements and immediately takes Lucille back into his hand as you listen. “We know you’re in here, the engine of that car outside is still warm and the other stores are empty. Why don’t you just come out with your weapons down and your hands up and we can talk.”
You both remain silent and hope that the men leave but when you heard the crunching of their boots rushing into the store and approaching you Negan is quick to speak out. “How many of you are there?” He asks making you turn back and offer a ‘what the fuck are you doing’ look.
“Three, is it just you?”
“Yeah.” He says pushing you forwards in an attempt to get you to make a run for it but despite his efforts you aren’t able to get far. As you walk forwards a man turn the corner and grabs you by your hair dragging you up from your crouching position and wrapping his arms around your chest so you can’t reach for your gun.
“Now where you trying to run from us pretty thing.” One of the men, who you assumed to be the leader, said as he approached you from the centre of the store whilst his friend tightened his grip around you.
“Don’t you fucking touch her.” Negan says standing to his full height between the leader and a third guy that was approaching him from behind leaving the pair of you completely trapped between foreign bodies.
“Is this your daddy?” The leader asks motioning to Negan whilst looking at you.
“No.”
“No?” He repeats with a laugh. “So is he your husband or something?”
“Yeah I am, now release my wife.” Negan says standing his ground.
“I wasn't talking to you old man I was talking to the chick.”
“He’s my husband, please we were just looking for supplies for our group.” You whine trying to seem desperate.
“Your group? How many of you are there?”
“It’s difficult to keep count, we’ve lost a few in the past month or so.”
“You got a camp nearby?” He asks and your panicked eyes flick to Negans and you can see him thinking about what to do. The leader looks between the pair of you before stomping over to you and grabbing your face roughly. “Hey. I said do you got a camp nearby?”
Ramming your head forwards your forehead strikes the mans nose and makes him stumble backwards clutching his face after the sickening crack of his nose breaking. Kicking back you manage to catch the guys shin making him buckle in pain and drop you from his arms. Within an instant you spin around and force your knife into his neck and twist it in deeper which makes a scream fall from his mouth.
The leader wipes his nose and spits blood onto the floor before quickly stalking towards you. Meanwhile Negan had taken the opportunity to swing Lucille up and into the third mans face when he was caught off guard sending him backwards into the floor.
When the leader approaches you with haste you quickly gather all your strength and lunge at him knocking him onto the floor, as you climb on top of him you manage to narrowly avoid the bullet that was fired from his gun that he tried to aim at you and instead plunge your knife into his chest. Knelt over the man you slam the knife into him again and again until you feel Negan tugging at your arm and shouting. “He’s dead, we gotta go there’s a herd of walkers coming.”
You panic, you have barely enough time to grab your bags whilst Negan is roughly dragging you to the car and forcing you to get into the passenger side as he climbs behind the wheel and starts the engine. He reverses and you hear the car collide with a few walkers before speeding off down the road leaving the massive crowd to descend on and devour the three men that were dead inside the pharmacy.
By the time you pull into Alexandria the sun was already setting and the streets were almost empty with only a few people chatting on the pavements outside their houses. Aaron was stood on the guard tower and opened the gates when he saw your car approaching allowing Negan to drive in with ease.
“Do you wanna come in for a drink?” You ask when the engine stops. “I’ve got a couple of beers in the fridge. Figured we could both do with one after today.”
“Sure.” He throws you the car keys as he climbs out of the vehicle. Since neither Rick nor Daryl seemed to be around you decided to head inside your house instead of alerting them to your return, though you assumed Aaron would inform them anyway. You shut the door behind the both of you and lock it then take your shoes off. Negan follows you into the kitchen after discarding his own shoes and waits for you to remove the cap from the bottles and hand him one.
Taking a swig he moans at the coldness of the liquid and wipes the little drops of condensation that had rolled onto his lips. “Damn, you were right, I needed that.” He says with a smile exposing his dimples behind his beard. You agree and stand with your back pressed against the sink whilst Negan stands just opposite you leaning against the island in the centre of the kitchen.
He downs the rest of his beer and slides the bottle away from him before grimacing. “This jacket fucking stinks.” He unzips it and shrugs it off his shoulders so it can drop to the floor revealing the semi blood stained white t-shirt underneath. “Yours probably stinks too.” He says and you hum in agreement and empty the pockets of your jacket, dumping the boxes next to the sink behind you, before shedding the garment and dropping it onto the floor next to Negans.
Finishing your drink you watch as Negan tuts at the blood stains on his shirt before folding his toned, tattooed arms across his chest. “Do you want another beer?” You ask using your thumb to point to the fridge. Negan watched you like a hawk and instead of replying he closes the gap between you and presses his lips against yours once again though, fortunately, this time you don't have any interruptions.
Negan’s head is tilted slightly and his hands are holding your waist as you run your fingers from his chest and up through his hair pulling a soft moan from his mouth whilst your fingertips graze his scalp. “You gonna let me fuck you over this counter?” He growls.
“Fuck me yes, but not down here.” You reply taking his hand and pulling him to the staircase.
Rushing up the stairs like a pair of horny teenagers you barely make it into your bedroom before Negan is kissing you again and tugging your top over your head as he starts pushing you over to the bed though you mutter a soft ‘no’ before explaining. “I’m gonna have a shower, don’t wanna get the sheets dirty with blood care to join me?” You ask between kisses and Negan frantically nods. He sits on the edge of the bed and begins to unbutton his jeans as you step into the ensuite and get the shower turned on.
Once the water is warm you step inside and stand under the spray whilst Negan enters the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He enters the shower behind you, pulling the door shut and immediately presses his body up against yours. His rough hands run from your waist across your belly and then up to hold your tits as he kisses at your neck whilst pressing his semi-hard cock against your ass.
“Mmm Negan.” You whine as he pinches your nipples.
He leans in to your ear. “Your body is fucking divine.” He says, his voice as seductive as you’d expected as he turns you round. Negans beard drags along your cheeks as his lips eagerly meet yours in a hot and heavy kiss that gets broken the minute Negan starts to drop to his knees in front of you.
“N-Negan.” You stutter trying to bring him back up. “What are you doing?”
“Shh baby. I wanna taste this sweet pussy of yours.” Raising one of your legs over his shoulder Negan grips your waist to keep you steady as his tongue dives into your sopping cunt, he rotates between tongue-fucking your hole and roughly sucking at your clit making your legs shake at the intense pleasure that was building up. You feel Negans teeth graze your clit as he continues his ministrations and all you can do is tug at his hair and try to keep your balance on the wet floor.
Your head is thrown back in pleasure and you cry out when you feel Negan shove two of his long fingers into your pussy and curl them inwards practically scooping your juices down his fingers and into the palm of his hand. Negan raises making your leg drop off his shoulder and wraps a hand around your throat. “Open that pretty fucking mouth doll.” He commands and you comply opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out willingly accepting his two fingers as he shoves them into your mouth.
You gently suck your cum from his fingers whilst staring into Negans eyes as he swills something in his mouth. Roughly removing his fingers from your mouth Negan grabs your chin and forces your mouth open again using his thumb and index finger to dig into your cheeks. When your mouth is open again Negan leans over you and spits directly onto your tongue. “Fucking swallow it baby. Don’t waste a drop.” He grabs your throat again until you close your mouth and swallow his spit.
“Show me.” He says and you open again, sticking your tongue out to show him that you’d swallowed. “Good girl, you’ll do anything I fucking ask won't you.”
“Yes Negan.” You reply with a wide smile and soft laugh. Negans lips meet yours again and he bends down to grab the backs of your thighs and lift you up against his body. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he presses your back against the wall of the shower. Holding you still with one arm firmly grasping one of your butt cheeks he grabs a hold of his cock and tucks the tip into your entrance before holding you with both hands again.
You moan into his mouth as he slowly pushes his hips to yours until his cock is fully sheathed in you. “Fuck baby, you feel better than I imagined.” He moans as he pulls back before thrusting into you again quicker. “You spent a lot of time imagining my pussy?” You ask between pants.
“Every night darlin’, every, fucking, night.” He pumps in and out of you roughly in order to emphasise his point. “Been looking at those pictures I took when I fucked your face and jerking myself red raw, shit I haven't even been fucking my wives cause I drain my balls too much to those polaroids.” He whines and bites down on your shoulder whilst maintaining a steady rhythm.
“Fuck Negan, that’s so hot.” You say as he starts to speed up his thrusts. His cock is angled perfectly, grazing against your sweet spot every time he pulls out and thrusts back in.
“Yeah? You think so? You getting wetter at the thought of me jerking off to your slutty pictures?” He moans and it’s true. The thought of Negan desperately hurrying back to his room just to shove his pants down and bring himself to release at the pictures of you makes you clench your pussy around his cock.
Negan digs his fingers into the flesh of your thighs as he sucks and bites at your shoulder and collarbone. Pressing you flush against the wall he’s able to thrust up into you quickly making you quiver with pleasure. “Shit, please Negan.” You beg, aching for your release. “Please, I’m so close.”
A roar bellows out of Negan as he slams into you as hard as he can, his fingers no doubt making bruises form under your skin from how hard he’s gripping you. He bites down onto the flesh of your neck and then soothes the pain by sucking on the skin gently as he releases deep inside of you. The feeling of Negans cum being pumped into you by his throbbing cock and flexing balls is more than enough to finish you off. You claw at his back and tug on his hair as you shake against his body and chase the end of your pleasure.
His forehead rests against yours as you pepper kisses on one another lips between panted breaths and praises. “You can put me down now.” You feel him try and re-adjust his grip on you.
“Yeah but I like having you in my arms.” He smirks. “Fuck that was a little soppy. Alright get down.” He says releasing his grip on your thighs and allowing your legs to drop from around his waist though you keep your arms around his neck and pull him down for another kiss. “You gonna help me get cleaned up now baby?”
“Anything for you Negan.”
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