#those wing gifs got me feeling some type of way

[michelleleewise]

Bewitched

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: somnophilia, thigh riding, masturbation, spells gone wrong, "sex-pollen" type fic, swearing, dirty talk, loki speaking Norwegian, swearing, mildly explicit smut, unprotected sex, penatration (p in v), fluffy ending.

Summary: you borrowed a book from Loki's personal library, and weren't prepared for the consequences.....

A/n-graphics by @harlequin-hangout. This story inspired by my dear @mochie85 and her amazing story "Pheromones". Thank you so much my dear for all your help and support!! This story absolutely got away from me, it's definitely longer so be prepared 💚💚

You walked into Loki's room, slowly closing the door behind you making your way to his overly large book case. He had been away on a mission for the last week, but told you to feel free to borrow whatever you wished. Carefully putting back the ones you had borrowed you browsed his large collection. Running your fingers along the spines you couldn't help smile, knowing you were one of the only ones, if not the only one allowed in his room, let alone allowed to borrow his books.

Over the last year you had grown close to the God, being born with powers you didn't understand, let alone control had made your life burdensome. You didn't have many friends, your family had basically disowned you, dropping you at an orphanage. Apparently you were too unpredictable for them to handle. But Loki had taken you under his wing, helped you understand your abilities, even training you to control them. On more then one occasion telling you how proud he was of you....calling you his "little witch" making your heart flutter.

You wandered over to his personal books, ones he had been able to save and being back with him when they had to leave Asgard and come to earth. You pulled out one of the larger volumes, Your fingers running over the golden runes inscribed on the cover. Tucking it under your arm remembering you could translate it with your phone you walked back towards the door, glancing around seeing his daggers displayed on the wall, his desk neatly organized not a thing out of place. A warm feeling running over you picturing him laying on the couch reading...sitting at the desk writing some long letter, his long slender fingers wrapped around his pen.

A shudder running through you thinking about those fingers gliding aross your skin, gently wrapping around your throat as he took what he wanted from you, claiming you for his. You shook the images out of your head remembering he was your friend, your mentor, your teacher. He would never see you as you saw him. Sighing you hugged the book to your chest, grabbing the knob turning the lights off as you closed his door, smiling as you made your way back to your room excited to see what knowledge the book contained.

"AGAIN!" Loki yelled, throwing another green blast at you, deflecting it just in time as another came out of nowhere knocking you off your feet. You laid on your back trying to catch your breath when he came over looking down at you "have you not kept up your training in my absence?" He asked crossing his arms "y...yes...i...have." You panted grabbing your chest "then you would not be so easy to defeat. On your feet, we are going again." He said sternly walking out of your vision. You sat up watching him walk to the other side of the room, he looked powerful, regal, you would give him the world if you could. "I said up...now!" He yelled making you jump.

You got to your feet, bringing your hands up holding them out emitting a purple glow, watching his glow green. "This time you shall have no warning, you must react on instinct y/n." He said as you nodded, planting your feet in a defensive stance, watching him slowly stalk around you. Your anxiety rose as your eyes followed him, traveling between his hands and his face seeing him smirk. You saw something in your peripheral, turning slightly to see what it was you were hit in the chest hard by Loki's seidr, once again landing on your back. "Y/n where are you? You are not focusing!" He yelled as you sat up rubbing your chest.

"Loki, I'm only....ow human. What do you...." you were cut off as he drug you up to your feet, gripping your shoulders "you are not merely human y/n, your are...more." He said clenching his jaw "and I expect more from you then what you are giving me." He snapped as you looked to the floor "i..I'm sorry, it's just.." you started "don't be sorry, be better. How am i to be sure you will be alright out there hmm?" He asked as you looked back up at him, the green of his eyes seeming to glow "how will I know...." he started, feeling his thumb rubbing your arm, his eyes shooting to your lips and back. "Loki..." you whispered when he dropped his hands "I expect better next session." He said storming towards the door, leaving you alone with your wounded pride.

You made it back to your room, the look of disappointment on Loki's face was burned into your mind as you walked to the bathroom. You knew when he came back from missions he was like this. Harder, firmer, more demanding, but it didn't hurt any less seeing that look. "I'll never be good enough." You sighed, turning the shower on you slipped your training clothes off, throwing them in the corner as you stepped into the shower, the hot water making you wince as it hit your sore muscles. You wanted to be better, to impress him but it seemed to be a losing battle. You sighed, wrapping a towel around you you walked into your bedroom. Putting on a tank top and some sleep shorts you walked into the living room.

Flopping down on the couch you saw Loki's book on the coffee table. You hadn't had a chance to look at it yet with everything that had been going on, but now would be as good a time as any. You got up, grabbing your phone and a piece of paper and pen you sat back down, opening the book to a random page seeing the runes running along one side, a picture of a heart engulphed in flames on the other. You slid to the floor, opening your phone you went down the page finding the word for each rune writing down the translation, smiling as you reached the end. "Ok, now let's see what your saying." You said to yourself leaning back.

Hearts Desire

Suns shine, and moons shimmer,

Love and passion meet in shadow,

The fire burns, the flames grow higher,

The body yearns, the hunger grows,

Only sated by your hearts desire...

As you recited the last line you saw the book begin to glow on the table, the runes shimmering with a gold light on the page before suddenly stopping. "What the..." you said to yourself, running your fingers across the page feeling a shock in your fingers making you pull your hand back. "Ooook, I think that's enough reading for tonight." You said, carefully closing the book you put you phone down as you stood up feeling light headed. "Time for bed." You said Turning the lights off you climbed under the covers. Knowing you had another training session with Loki tomorrow you closed your eyes, willing sleep to take you.

You rolled over, groaning as the blankets stuck to your damp skin. Looking at the clock seeing it was just past midnight you sighed. You put your hand on your forehead wiping the sweat away "why is it so hot in here?" You breathed, throwing the covers off you went to stand feeling your knees try to buckle. "I better not be getting sick" you said to yourself slowly making your way to the thermostat seeing it was still set at a cool sixty degrees. "What the hell." You turned on the ac, going back to bed you layed down, the cool sheets making you sigh as you closed your eyes trying to go back to sleep.

Images flashed in your mind. Long dark hair...deep green eyes that seemed to penatrate your soul...long fingers running up your thighs, moving up to slowly caress your clit..."Come to me darling...I need you." You heard furrowing your eyebrows feeling the fingers slide down towards your entrance. "Come....now!" The voice growled as the fingers pushed inside you waking you with a gasp. You shot up, looking around into the dark room seeing you were alone "Holy hell." You panted rubbing your eyes. You scooted forward feeling the wetness between your legs, your body covered in a sheen of sweat "maybe a shower will help." You sighed, scooting off the bed, the friction of your shorts against your core making moan as you braced the wall. "That must have been some dream." You thought making your way to the bathroom.

You turned on the cold water, stepping inside you let out a deep breath. You felt like your were burning from the inside out. You closed your eyes standing under the spray when the images returned. You hand slowly sliding down between your thighs, opening yourself up as you saw Loki...standing before you In nothing but his leather pants, slowly stalking towards you with a hunger in his eyes "come to me pet...I must have you." He purred, reaching out his large hand he wrapped it around your throat, his eyes boring into you. You worked your fingers through your folds, circling your clit feeling a shiver run through you as he leaned down, feeling his breath on your neck "I will give you pleasure as you have never known...all you must do is...come." He said sternly.

"L..loki..." you moaned, feeling your orgasm wash over you, pressing your thighs together at the feeling. You opened your eyes seeing the white tile wall "god...if only." You panted. You finished washing up, wrapping a towel around you you grabbed another tank top and clean shorts you sat on the bed, the pressure on your core making you moan. "What is happening?" You said to yourself shaking your head. You had dreamt of Loki before...numerous times but usually a little self care would sate your lust until the next dream, but now it only seemed to make things worse. You slipped your clothes on, feeling your body begin to heat up again, worse then before. "A...am I dying?" You said to yourself, gripping the side of the bed goaning as another wave of pleasure rolled over you.

Your eyes shot open remembering the book, the letters glowing as you read from it. "Oh shit...I cursed myself." You said rubbing your temples feeling sweat beading on your skin. "L...loki! I need to talk to loki, he'll...ahhh...know what to do." You moaned, slowly standing up feeling another wave push through you. Looking over seeing it was past two in the morning. "Well, I hope he's awake." You sighed, making your way to the door, nails digging into the handle as a another wave washed over you, your core feeling like it's om fire "I....ahh....better hurry." You moaned, quickly making your way to the elevator you pressed the button hard as the next wave hit you making you knees buckle. "Aahh fuck.." you moaned gripping the wall.

You made it to his floor, slowly walking out of the elevator you braced yourself on the wall, another hit you hard bringing you to your knees. "Holy shit..." you panted, standing up you felt the wetness between your thighs soaking your shorts. "L..loki..." you moaned making it to his door. You pressed your forehead to it, sighing as the cold wood met your hot skin. "Loki..." you breathed, knocking to be met with silence. Your thighs clenched together as you tried to knock again, still not getting a response you gripped the handle, turning it finding it unlocked. "Oh thank God." You sighed slowly pushing the door open.

You stepped inside, quietly closing the door looking around the dark room. Your body shivered as the scent of pine and sandalwood washed over you. You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts "Lo..." you started, wincing feeling the skin under your ear burn, putting your hand over it feeling your skin hot to the touch. "Fuck.." you whispered looking back across the room, seeing the bedroom door slightly ajar. You walked towards it, you mind getting hazier the closer you got. "L..loki..." you whispered, slowly pushing the door open, the moonlight streaming through the window giving the room a soft glow when your eyes met his sleeping form, biting your lip seeing the sheet pooled around his hips, revealing his bare chest.

You opened your mouth trying to say his name, a moan coming out in its place as you gripped the door knob, leaning over as your head swam. Squeezing your thighs together you stood up, your vision hazy as you walked towards the bed, slowly making your way across the bed, running your fingers along the soft sheets looking down at him. You stood at the side of the large bed, his long hair splayed across the pillow making your hand twitch, you needed to touch it...now. You leaned down, slowly sliding back the sheets hearing him groan lightly as you climbed in next to him, carefully scooting towards him pressing your front to his side hearing him sigh.

You leaned up on your elbow, reaching your hand up you gently moved his hair exposing his long neck, smiling seeing a small freckle under his ear. You leaned down pressing a gentle kiss to it, his skin warm on your lips hearing him groan. You continued peppering small kisses to his neck as your hand slowly slid across his stomach, moaning as your fingers found the light patch of hair that traveled down. flattening your palm your hand slid down, feeling his muscles tense as your fingers grazed his adonis belt. "Loki.." you whispered against his skin as you went lower, your fingers running through the tuft of hair just above what you wanted most. "Y/n.." he moaned softly, freezing hearing him say your name, looking up seeing his eyes still closed.

Was he dreaming about you..you thought as your lips pressed back to his skin feeling his head turn slightly. Your pressed your thigh over his as your hand found what it was searching for, smiling feeling him hard as you slowly wrapped your fingers around him, groaning as you realized you couldn't get them all the way around him. "Mmm..god..." you moaned into his neck as you slowly moved your hand up and down, stoking him as you teeth grazed his skin. You groaned feeling him twitch in your hand as his hips rocked upwards meeting your strokes. "Mmm... I need you so bad." You whispered into his ear hearing his breath hitch.

You slowly rocked your hips against his thigh in rhythm with your hand. Tightening your grip you stoked him harder, your lips traveling to his collar bone as you squeezed your thigh against him, the friction on your clit sending electricity through you. "Y...y/n..." he groaned as your teeth grazed his collar bone. "Loki..." you breathed into his skin feeling him stiffen "w...what are you...ahhh...." he hissed grabbing your wrist stopping your movements. You looked up at him, his eyes wide as he stared at you "i...I need to feel you." You panted, releasing your grip on him you threw your leg over him, straddling his hips.

"Wait...y/n..." he trailed off trying to grab your hands as you tried to shift the sheet off of him. "P..please loki i...i need you." You panted, lifting your hips trying to get the sheet out from under you. "Y/n...stop this at once." He demanded as you looked into his eyes, a shudder running through you "i..I cant.." you whispered, leaning back you reached for the sheets again "Y/n...wait..." he said as you felt another wave slam into you, bracing yourself on his chest you rocked your hips against his erection, moaning at the friction when he suddenly bucked his hips, flipping you onto your back as he settled over you, pinning your wrists above your head in one large hand. He took in your appearance, seeing the sweat beading on your skin, your skin like fire under his hands. "What are you doing y/n?" He asked sternly as you dug your nails into your palm "i..need you." You whispered.

"You are not yourself, What did you do?" Loki asked sternly eyeing you. "Nothing! I just....please...." you pleaded, bringing your hips up as he pushed them back down with his other hand. "Y/n, I will not ask again, what..." he started as his eyes went to your neck, reaching up he grabbed your chin turning your head "all I did was borrow a few books while you were gone." You said shakely, feeling sweat pooling on your skin as his eyes met yours again "which books?" He asked still gripping your chin. "I..I don't know i..." you started "Dammit woman, which ones did you take?" He yelled making you shiver "i..I don't know the title...I just t..translated a page." You said shakely feeling your eyes burn. "P..please loki...I feel like I'm dying." You said feeling a tear escape your eye, traveling to your hair as he turned your head back.

He released your chin, his fingers ghosted over the skin of your neck, moaning when he touched where it burned the most, your thighs gripping his sides feeling another wave of arousal wash over you, your walls clenching around nothing. "Hearts desire..." he whispered splaying his large hand against your neck. "It appears you borrowed one of my spell books and...enchanted yourself." He said as his eyes met yours again. "A..m i...am I dying?" You whimpered feeling another tear fall as he wiped it away with his thumb "no my dear, you are not dying, not yet anyway" He said "but, your condition will worsen until you body becomes too hot and starts to shut down." He said feeling your forehead "how long ago did this happen?" He asked "a..a few hours or so." You said as he nodded. "H..how do I make it s..stop?" You asked shakely as he looked down "the only way to cure Hearts Desire is to become one with the one you...love." he whispered as your eyes widened.

A sob escaped you as he released your hands, leaning back slightly watching you "i...im s...sorry loki, I...I didn't want you to find out like this, or ever. i..." you cried, covering your face with your hands "I'm s...sorry." you said again as you shifted, trying to get out from under him when he grabbed your hips. "Where are you going?" He asked making you look at him "i...I've ruined everything with my stupidity and...." you rambled, feeling his finger prsss to your lips, it taking all your will power not to wrap your lips around it. "You need to calm down darling, your getting warmer." He said shifting closer to you "did you not hear me, your condition will worsen." He said sternly "i am going to help you." He said cupping your cheek "n..no! You don't have to do that, i..I'll just..." you trailed off "pleasure yourself? It will only make it worse." He said, gripping the sheets as you felt another roll through you, your nerve endings igniting making you whimper.

"Those sounds...you have no idea what you do to me my little witch." He groaned, pressing his hips to yours, feeling his erection rub against your clit "g..god....loki...." you moaned wrapping your arms around his back. "Let me take care of you." He whispered, leaning down pressing a kiss to your neck making your hips jerk. "I can smell you..." he groaned, rocking his hips into you as he leaned back, hooking his fingers under the band of your shorts, slowly sliding them down your legs "no panties hmm?" He purred, tossing them across the room. "I...they were dirty." You stuttered as he lowered himself back between your spread legs. "Oh, im sure they were my little vixen." He smiled, leaning down pressing a kiss to your collar bone.

You moaned feeling his hand slide up your thigh, slipping between you as his teeth grazed the top of your breast "mmm....you are soaking darling." He said, his long fingers gliding through your folds making you arch up into him. "P...please Loki...." you panted, screwing your eyes shut. You felt him shift, pulling the sheet from between you as his cock pressing into your thigh, precum smearing across your skin as he lined himself at your entrance "open those eyes for me, I want to see you as I take you." He growled. You opened your eyes, looking down seeing his cock begin to push into you. "Look at me." He said, as your eyes shot up to his "så vakker.." he whispered, pressing his hips forward, your nails digging into his back as he inched inside you, stretching you to your limit.

"Norns! Your so...warm, so...aahhh tight." He groaned, pressing his forehead to yours as he jerked his hips forward, knocking the wind out of you as he bottomed out. "Holy...fuck..." you panted, spreading your legs further apart as he pulled out to his tip, thrusting back in. You felt your body tingle as he slowly rocked in and out, keeping his pace slow. "L..loki....harder....fuck me....harder." you growled, sliding your hands down to his ass pulling him into you. "A...as you...mmm...wish." He growled, pulling out as he slammed into you, jolting you up the bed "oh fuck...yes..." you yelled, burying your face in his neck biting the skin under his ear hearing him growl.

"F...fuck....I can feel you...ahh squeezing me darling." He panted, snapping his hips hard, his pelvic bone hitting your clit with each thrust making your cry out. "I..I'm gonna..." you breathed, digging your nails into his cheeks as he pushed you up the bed. "Mm...min lille heks...ahhh...hvor jeg har lengtet etter deg." He said, slipping into his native tongue making you shudder. "kom for meg ... melk kuken min." He growled, slamming into you hard, your head hitting the headboard as your orgasm flooded over you, your walls clenching hard around him "c..come with me loki...fuck...let me feel you." You panted, feeling him twitch inside you as his hips met yours, holding himself in you as he spilled deep inside you. "Fuck...y/n J...Jeg elsker deg." He panted, dropping his head to your shoulder, his warm breath fanning against your skin.

He slowly pulled out, shifting to lay next to you as you stared at the ceiling. You pulled the sheet up covering yourself feeling your skin start to cool off, your mind clearing as you glanced over, seeing his eyes closed. You looked back to the ceiling, a knot forming in your stomach as you thought about what just happened. "Your thinking too loudly." He said making you look over at him, your eyes meeting his. "Im...I'm sorry Loki, about all of this." You said, pulling the sheet back starting to get up when you felt his hand on your shoulder pushing you back down as he leaned up on his elbow looking down at you

He reached up feeling your forehead smiling "how are you feeling my dear?" He asked tucking your hair behind your ear "b..better." you said looking down. "Is it true?" He asked, his eyes staring into you "umm..i...well you see..." you tried, looking back to the ceiling, feeling his fingers genlty grab your chin making you look at him. "Yes loki, it's true." You said gripping the sheet. He leaned down gently pressing his lips to yours, his tongue slowly sliding across your bottom lip. A warmth filled you, your toes curling feeling his tongue gently pass your lips, cupping your cheek as his tongue tangled with yours, his lips impossibly soft against your own as he claimed your mouth, biting your lip as he pulled back looking at. "Be mine y/n." He breathed, pressing his forehead to yours "i..what?" You asked tilting your head up "I have wanted you for so long, i would like to court you." He said smiling "y..yes Loki, I would like that very much." You smiled back as he pulled you towards him, laying on his back guiding your head to his shoulder "get some rest my dear, we can talk more tomorrow." He said running his fingers through your hair as you wrapped your arm around his middle "and y/n...no more books." He said making you laugh "ok, no more books." You agreed, closing your eyes slipping off to sleep listening to the steady beat of his heart....

Translations-

hvor jeg har lengtet etter deg-how i have longed for you

min lille heks-my little witch

Jeg elsker deg-i love you

kom for meg ... melk kuken min-come for me...milk my cock

så vakker-so beautiful

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[circeyoru]

Cuddles of Another Kind = Requested

[Lucifer x Reader x Alastor] - Headcanons

The Request

Lucifer and Alastor doesn’t see eye to eye. Full stop. Just look at their rival when they were bantering on who’s the better dad for Charlie

Now, you. Are you the luckiest sinner in Hell or the unluckies. It’s up in the air

You blame it on your weak heart to fall for such charismatic demons. Both of them make you smile and laugh like no tomorrow and they live for your smile and laughter. Both of them also make you feel comfortable and safe, something they hold in high regard and with pride

It was somewhat established that you were the apple in Lucifer’s eye and the muse to Alastor’s broadcast, with such big figures, no one fought for your attention or affection. When it came to choosing who, you couldn’t and surprisingly Lucifer and Alastor compromised

(It was after them losing track of you in the middle of their argument and competition, then you were kidnapped by some mafia that wanted to have the King of Hell and Radio Demon begging on their knees to their boss. They saw that the other wanted you safe and happy, so when it came to you, they’ll bend a little)

You are a physical touch type of romantic, you love touching your significant other some way (not suggestively). Whether it was handing hands, or leaning against them, or playing with their hair

You also knew Alastor loves his personal space and his aversion to physical touch initiated by others, so you would turn to Lucifer for such clinginess (Surely you should have also know Alastor wouldn’t mind you touching him!!!)

Alastor: Darling, where are you going? You: Oh, to find Lucifer, wanna cling to them all of a sudden, you know. Those urges to just hug or touch someone. No worries, I won't overstep your boundaries! Lucifer: My beautiful temptress, come to me!

It’s those times where some playful rivalry would appear

Charlie: The TV’s not working… Angel: Mister Smiley is not in the mood. Can’t ya heard the static? Vaggie: What happened this time? Husk: No “my beloved doe” to hug him, plus [Reader]’s with your dad Charlie: Oh…… Well, maybe we can cheer— Alastor: (even more static, they should have been quiet)

Alastor had to tell to your face that he was find with your touches and physical affection. Though it was more like showing you and whispering into your ear. “My dearest darling doe, why do you deprive me of my affections from your delicate hands. Now you need to double what you gave to that short king to me. Your time and your touches.”

After that it was cuddle times together. You even got a bigger bed from the two of them. So you three can lie there without pushing one another off the bed

Make room for Lucifer’s wings! It’s bigger than all three of you! But so fluffy! His wings act as the big spoon to cocoon you all

To make things fair, you sleep in the middle (obviously) and the boys sleep on either sides. Alastor’s head is laying on top of yours and hugs your sides while Lucifer sleeps on your chest to hear your heart beat, his legs crossing yours

Honestly, you don’t need your blanket cause it will get thrown over the bed’s edge by the time you’re awake. So Lucifer compromises with his wings to cover you mostly, the tips maybe covering Alastor

Overall, you can expect your cuddles to lull you to sleep because it was that comfortable and safe, even in Hell and with the most dangerous two demons so close to you. But you know they will never harm you

These cuddles are a privilege to you and you alone

Note: Hehe, headcanons are fun, short and quick~ Thanks for the request!

Circe Y.

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[differentclasss]

Christmas One Shot ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Neil Lewis x Reader

pairing: Neil Lewis x reader

summary: Neil throws a party at Gumshoe and admits his feelings towards y/n.

warnings: smut 9 (a handjob) and not really proofread writing. Neil is a little cringe in this lol. Probably not in character

a/n: I wrote this so quickly but I just wanted to get something out for the holiday! Also, send me requests! I have some free time so I'll probably start going through those again.

Honestly, you would’ve spent Christmas alone if it wasn’t for your friend Neil deciding to throw a last-minute watch party of It’s a Wonderful Life at Gumshoe Video that day. It was the most in spirit of the season activity you had done that December with the whole idea of Christmas spirit being a little lost on you recently. You didn’t know why you lacked the usual zeal compared to Christmases of years prior but the whole month of December just seemed like any other month. It was true, you were getting older but even so, you normally had at least a little bit of enthusiasm for this time of the season. You pushed these thoughts away, however, telling yourself you would at least have fun at the small gathering at Gumshoe. You would work for free every once in a while too at Gumshoe, when your schedule was free, so you knew everyone there. It would be fun, the same ensemble as usual all planning to go.  Neil was the planner of this whole thing too, which truth be told was the entire reason you were even going. You had a small crush on Neil, he was cute, and it was hard for anyone not to find him cute. He was the type of cute that would make you do something really stupid if you weren’t careful, which is why you admired him from a distance, only ever playfully flirting with him but all around keeping it pretty friendly. 

Christmas day came and you slept in, no reason to get up early with your work being closed that day and the watch party being at six in the evening. Eventually, four rolled around and you spent a bit of extra time getting ready, you told yourself you just wanted to dress up for the holiday but deep down you knew that attention-seeking part of yourself wanted to impress Neil, even in the slightest. Off you went, donning what you considered a festive outfit and grabbing a bottle of wine as a party gift, not wanting to show up empty-handed. When you got to Gumshoe you took note of all of the decorations in the windows. There were twinkling lights and a few cardboard cut-outs with those cheap Santa hats draped over their heads. You thought if anywhere could offer you single-use Christmas spirit, this would be the place. 

After making your rounds of brief catch-ups with some of your fellow regulars, you spot Neil. He’s over by the television, fussing with the VHS player. He curses under his breath as he clicks the on and off button a few times and waits for something to happen. 

“Is it broken?” You ask, appearing over his right shoulder.

 

“I hope not.” He mumbles. “Before you ask, I already unplugged it and plugged it back in and I’ve been pushing the on-off button for five minutes now.”

“It’s old,” You say and crotch down to the player's level. “You try hitting it yet?”

“What?” He asks, looking at you with a bewildered face. 

Without another beat, you lean over and hit the top of it with your clenched fist. Neil looks a bit shocked, maybe a bit afraid that you just broke it completely, but then it turns into a happy grin as the VCR turns on.

“It’s a Christmas miracle.” He says in his charming boyish way. 

“I just earned my wings from that.” You joke back and stand up, then hold the bottle of wine out in front of him. “Oh, here. I wasn’t sure what kind of wine you liked so I kind of eyeballed it but… Yeah. Merry Christmas, Neil.”

“Oh, thank you. Red?” He says with a small grin as he takes it from your hands. “It looks nice… Thank you. Oh! I have a, uh, gift for you too. You’ll like it, come on.” He nods his head to the office and walks in front of you.

 

His office was lightly decorated with a small Christmas tree on the corner of his desk. You watch as he opens a drawer and shifts through it for a minute. He pulls out a crudely wrapped small box, the same shape as a VHS, you can’t help but blush at the gesture. He hands it to you and you take it, looking at his poor gift-wrapping abilities. It’s sweet though, making you feel a little guilty about buying him a meager bottle of wine. He tells you to unwrap it and you do, pulling the wrapping apart revealing a tape of Vivre Sa Vie, you had been looking for it for months now and that pesky blush just got worse from the sentimental gift.

“Neil,” You say and look up at him. “You didn’t have to do this… Thank you so much. I’ve wanted for this ages now.”

“Don’t mention it.” He waves his hand. “I know you’ve been looking for it and you’ve been such a great help here lately.”

“Thanks.” You say again and smile. You want to lean in and kiss him on the cheek but you decide against it. “Well, we should probably go out there and start the movie, yeah?”

He nods and you both take your leave into the main floor of the shop. You sit down on the couch and watch as Neil does a small introductory to the movie like he always does at events like this. After he starts the movie, he opens the bottle of wine pours a glass for himself, and then pours you one. After he hands you the filled glass, he sits next to you and you feel his thigh against yours, making it hard to concentrate on the movie.

Somehow you managed the whole two-hour runtime without dying from some sort of sexually frustrated-related stroke. The wine didn’t help either. You were a little tipsy, Neil having poured too much in your glass, and being near him for so long made it clear to you that you liked Neil a lot more than you originally thought. When the characters Mary and George in It’s a Wonderful Life kiss like they need each other, you find yourself looking at Neil through your peripheral view. Once the credits were rolling, people were starting to get up and either leave or refill their glasses. Neil stood up to say goodbye to some people who were leaving and you could breathe for a moment, not having to feel his thigh against yours. After a moment of contemplation, you decided to leave, it would be the best option with how you were feeling. You knew that he was cute enough to make you do something stupid and with the right amount of wine, you would probably act on it.

“Leaving already?” Neil asked as he saw you put on your coat.

 

“Yeah, it was fun but… I should probably go home and get some sleep.” You said.

“Aw come on, it's not even nine yet…” He said with his best puppy dog eyes. “We were gonna Eyes Wide Shut next. You should stay. What else are you going to do?”

You went back in forth in your head for a moment, but in the end, you knew you were going to stay. How could you deny his pretty blue eyes? He was right, after all, you would go home and probably just watch a movie by yourself. 

“Alright,” You say with a small grin and shrug off your coat. “Just one more movie…”

“Great.” He says and then takes your empty glass. “I’ll get you another.”

You wanted to say no thank you but he was already grabbing the bottle and pouring another, thankfully not overfilling it like last time. Those who were staying, which weren’t many, all retreated to the couch and Neil sat back down next to you after putting the next film in the VCR. You tried to focus all your thoughts on the movie this time but your mind still wandered. You thought of his lips and his hands instead of the movie. 

This film was just as painful as the first, all because of Neil. You swore he moved closer to you while the picture played out. You finished the glass halfway through and decided against another, feeling a little hazy. Amid your hazy and lustful thoughts, you realize more people are leaving and get up to say goodbye. After you say your farewells, you realize it’s just Neil and you in the store. You feel awkward and grab your coat.

“Wait.” He said quickly, making you stop what you were doing. “I hate to ask but… Uh, could you help me clean up the place a bit? I just don’t want to have to deal with it tomorrow morning.”

You agree and set your coat down. After all, this will probably only take an extra half hour. You don’t mind spending more time with Neil either, you’re just worried you’ll ruin the friendship, despite not knowing him that long. You start by picking up any cups and he starts to sweep. You offer to mop but he says he’ll do it tomorrow. It ended up only taking twenty minutes and you both are okay with the results. It’s not spotless, but it will do for now. You stand next to him after you finish and then look up at him.

“I had a great time tonight, Neil.” You tell him. “And thanks for the tape. I don’t have to return this one, right?” You joke.

“Absolutely not.” He shakes his head. “I hope you like it.”

“I will, I’m sure of it.” You say. “Well, goodnight.”

“Wait.” He says and lightly grabs your bicep as you start to walk away. “I don’t know if it's the wine or the whole "sentimental-ness" of this holiday but… You look pretty and I was hoping I could, uh, kiss you.” The way he phrases it makes it sound like a question and you blush at the request. 

“We can chalk it up to the sentimental nature of the holiday and dissect it another day.” You say teasingly and walk up to him. “You’re in luck though, I’ve been thinking about kissing you for a while.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He puts his hands on your waist and kisses your lips at first softly, but then much rougher as it goes on. You both stumble for a moment as you try to find a solid surface to lean on. He lands on the back of the couch, leaning on it as he pulls you closer in your kiss. You try to keep up his kisses but they seem too quick to try to find a tempo. He squirms as he kisses you sloppily. His hips rut against you as one of his hands holds the small of your back and the other settles on the back of your neck. 

“You’re so pretty.” He mumbles between kisses. “Ever since I met you I wanted to kiss you like this.”

You can’t think of anything to say except little moans of praise. Your hand slinks between the two of you and finds his fly which you unzip and sneak your hand into. He grunts as you palm him through his boxers and eventually, pull him out. Your hands send shivers down his spine. He had thought about this for ages, how you would be in such an intimate moment. He never thought you would be so willing and so open to the idea of pleasing him like this. He keeps grunting into your mouth as your hand works up and down his cock, pre-cum spilling from the tip and on your hands. Based on how sloppy his kissing is getting, you don’t think he’ll last long. 

You kiss him harder and apply more pressure to his hand job, making him whine as his breathing gets shallower. His hips start to buck into your hand, wanting to get as much pleasure as he can through you. You think for a moment to bend down and replace your hands with your mouth but you like how he kisses you much more. You don’t notice his grip on you tighten before he bites down on your lip and muffles his moan. You feel something hot on your leg through your tights. His breathing slows and he comes to his senses.

“Shit,” He says and pulls back, looking down at the sheer tights you’re wearing. “I’m sorry. I can buy you new ones! I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s fine.” You giggle and look down at your now-ruined tights. “They were like, two dollars. Don’t worry about it. Just a little gross now.”

“A little?” He asks with an embarrassed laugh. “I’ll make it up to you. How about we go get dinner together this week? I’ll pay, obviously.”

“If you wanted to take me out to dinner, you didn’t have to come on my leg. You could’ve just asked.” You tease and then lean in to peck him on the lips. “I’d like that a lot though. I like you a lot too.”

“I like you too.” He says, blushing at the elementary confession. “Let me get you a towel. I’m sorry.” He adds and retracts from you to go find some way to clean up his mess.

It is probably the weirdest Christmas you’ve had, never before experiencing a love confession or for that much, getting your tights ruined by a guy's cum, but you feel hopeful weirdly. You feel hopeful because of Neil, come this time next year, you’ll be with him you hope. Maybe it’s not the perfect way to start a relationship but it is the start of one. One you’re optimistic about. 

#neil lewis x reader #watching the detectives #neil lewis x y/n #neil lewis smut

[dolliestfairy]

hey idk if your req are open but if u dont mind can you make a hcs + scenario of Yuuji, Megumi & Gojo with Chubby!fem!reader who is a cutesy fairy ? like she's a fairy who love to wear the dolliest and the prettiest soft looking clothes, and also she is very shy but yet so friendly? tysm before and i really love your writings btw! :)

і ɡ𝘰t 𝗍hᥱ ᥴᥙ𝗍ᥱ𝘴𝗍 ᥆ᥒᥱ! ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑𔓘

Yuuji, Megumi & Gojo with Chubby!fem!reader who is a fairy that loves Dolly & Cutesy Fashion 🎀 ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ✿

✿ AUTHORS NOTE : hello! well yes yes this is actually my first req ever :3 and if you ask if my req are open or not, well i take req i like and i found interesting. so i never really close it. i'll close it if i put the request : closed sign in my bio if it necessary. but as long as the sign hasnt still written, them feel free to send me your interesting idea.

✿ WARNINGS : none that i aware of? maybe some misspelled word & petnames (babydoll, fairy angel, ++). reader skin color is not announced.

✧ Yuuji

omg this boii?? he freaking loves you sm. he thinks you're the vanilla-est, the softest & the prettiest fairy he ever met.

loves you so freaking much he'd try to do everything for you to keep you happy.

love how your clothes compliment your skin and those perfect combination that really show your curves in a perfect way and also those clothes who gives your fairy wings the prettiest & the most perfect looks!!

feel like he's the luckiest guy ever-!!!

and he looovess it when he sees you compliment yourself in your dolly & cutesy outfit in the mirror, he thinks you look super adorable and just cute cute cute!! 🩷

if you had a thing for plushie, he'd try to buy one every week/month if he had a mission. and after he had done his mission, he's going straight to your favourite plushie store and buys plushie that he thinks you're gonna love<3

after that, he's going to your apartement, knock at the door, and when he sees you all sleepy he chuckled a bit because he cant help but you look so adorable right now! like he can just eat your belly up!

and after that, you both are going to go some cuddles-night FULL! because yuuji really craving and begging to have cuddles with you since he's away in his mission :( <3

⤹˚˖ ♫ ୭ s-c-e-n-a-r-i-o ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑

yuuji just got back from one of his important mission. he's all tired and miss you so much he felt like he's dying (this boy smh) so he goes straight to your apartement when its midnight. he knock at your door and which its make you curious yet confused of who is it.. so the second you hear a soft knock at your door, you see the window from inside in which you see your supportive bf! and he looks so tired and burnout omg.. so your first instinct was open the door, even when your hands are like really limp and your eyes all like really sleepy, but you tried your best for your bf, and when he sees your sleepy face he cant help but chuckle. "oh! *chuckles* you look really adorable babydoll﹍uhm- anyway i'm so sorry to interrupt you at midnight but i cant help i'm really tired and also i really like need cuddles rn.. so if you dont mind can we.. cuddle together?" and oh how can he even describe how happy he was when you accept him with such love. "of course yuuyuu. *yawn* i'm tired too so, lets get cuddle and sleep together <3"

✧ Megumi

he never EVER imagine in his wildest dream he would ended up falling in love with such a cutesy Fairy gf like a crazy person.

and let me tell you, this boy is actually didnt ready to have you as a gf in the first place.

but now? look at him, he's freaking loves you, so fucking much like its kinda suffocating honestly.

well how could he not??? you're just so soft, plump, and round..... need to be protected and filled with such love and affections 💌

he would never say this out loud, but he actually love the opposite vibes you both give and have! like he's the emo tsundere boy type who wears dark & (mostly) black colored clothes, and then theres his chubby cutesy fairy gf﹍You! who wear the dolliest and the most soft girl looking type of clothes. really shy but friendly at the same time, soft and round, trying your best to hide your fairy-secret, how could he just not love you?? everytime he sees you, he really want to eat your chubby cheeks, but he scared he might bit you so he always hold back </3.

if you love something like flowers, animals, or maybe plushie, then just like yuuji, he would try sometimes to buy you things you would like secretly since we all know this boy is like a tsundere type.

he also the type of bf who would 10 times more comfortable in showing his love in a quiet and serene place.

now dont get me wrong, he still shower you in compliments and appreciation in publics, but in a more quiet place where it was just you and him? be prepared to be dead by suffocating and drowning from his affection and compliments lol <3.

⤹˚˖ ♫ ୭ s-c-e-n-a-r-i-o ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑

Your bf!Megumi has just invite you to some flower garden this afternoon. after you heard his invitation, you quickly get your ass up from your bed, and prepare for the um.. date? ﹍ anyway- after a couple of minutes you finally have done your outfits! all pink dolly and soft, your wings is hiding in your back, your pixie ears compliment your face & hairs, your nails are done, your cutesy makeup are done too, perfect! time to meet your lovely bf Megumi! ﹍ 14 minutes when you finally arrived at the flower garden, you see your bf in a very gentleman suit, he look just so handsome! you see some girls trying to flirt with him but he quickly shoved them off, still havent realizing your appreance. and after a couple of minutes, he's looking at his phone again after he just shused one of the girls that trying to get into him in which he sees you message

{ Babe! i'm literally around you rn... :( }

he quickly turned around left & right, then & there in which he find you! oh god your Vanilla perfume almost makes him suffocating! "fairy angel i'm so sorry i didnt se-" "its ok meguu.. its fine." you told him. and then you ask him why did he invite you here in which he replied "i found a cafe that you may like. so i want to go there with you. would you like too?" while saying that, he sees your eyes are widening and your mouth are slowly gagging open in which you replied "Are you kidding me meguu!? oh i've come here all dressed like a bambi fairy doll rn so what are we waiting for? <3" he sees how excited you are in which he cant help but chuckle as he shyly hold your hands and says "lets go darling ୧₊˚ ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑"

✧ Gojo

flirty, flirty, affection.

yup thats the right way to describe this guy.

almost nut after he realize he have a strong feelings for you.

he really love your pixie ears!! they're so cute and pointy. and they somehow makes you more cute and feminine.

and he also love the combination of your fairy wings with your round body!

everytime he put his eyes on your face or your dolly outfits he cant pull them back. he just stare at you because you just look so fucking ethereal and he still trying to proceed about how in the heck he can get so lucky to get someone like you?? you're like the best thing he's ever experienced.

he fricking loves your style! and i can see he's the type of man who would go to buy a match clothes with you. in other words you both sometimes wear dolly clothing together!

his favorite thing to do is when he's free, where he's at your apartement, and you both watch some random movies with matching soft looking pjs ❁♡

everytime he's gone on a mission, he always remembered those each time. and he sometimes wonder what are you doing right now and ect. and thats the reason why he sometimes bragging it to his others companion like his friends or students..

and after he's done from his mission, he goes REALLY STRAIGHT to your apartement, no matter if its midnight, afternoon, or morning.. he's going to knock at your door, and when you open it, you're gonna get jumpscared by this big goofball sudden hugs.

⤹˚˖ ♫ ୭ s-c-e-n-a-r-i-o ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑

this day he's so excited! gojo and his team has already done the mission yesterday night, and was ready to flight off to their region, although.. maybe gojo is a little bit of too ready. well you cant blame him. he miss you so much! also do you even know what days is there! its his freaking birthday!! all of his buddies already saying "happy birthday" to him but he really want ones from you! so after he landed back to his region, he goes fast as fuck to your apartement, but since he's so fast he didnt peek up through your window in which at that time you were piping for his birthday cake! so the second he smack at your door ..﹍ yes. he smacked at your door, you go straight scared of course.. you accidentaly throw his cake who was still in progression while his big body was throwing into yours, you see the cake flying above your head like its kinda slowing a little bit. you were really scared that you froze. but after seeing the guys who is hugging you, and after you see his white hair, you finally snapped back and said "toru?.." he look up at you, in which you were... dont know how to feel. well you were happy he was back but you also cant help but feel furious and anger because he just ruin the birthday cake you made for him. "babe its my-" "i know toru..! its your birthday... but you just fricking ruined the cake i was made for you!.." he sees your face sadden in which he quickly replies "oh no no no no, its- its no matter baby, i'll-﹍i mean we'll make it all over again." "really? but you promised me you wont screwed up ok?" "yes baby. i promise i wont."

#chubby reader #plus size reader #fanfic #fluff #chubby!reader #plus sized reader #x chubby reader #fairy!reader #headcanons #anime x chubby reader #jujutsu kaisen x chubby reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo fluff #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo smut #yuuji smut #yuuji x reader #yuuji fluff #jjk yuuji #megumi smut #megumi fluff #megumi x reader #jjk megumi #jjk headcanons #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen headcanons

[soulofapatrick]

Not That Type of Crush - Stiles Stilinski

Summary: You finally get tired of Lydia trying to set you up with girls when Stiles gets in on it

Words: 648

warnings: none I think

Y/N's POV

"You know Kira's had a crush on you since like forever, right?" Lydia tells me as we're sat at lunch.

"OH! Why don't we go on like a three way date?" Allison chimes in, "Scott and Lydia, Me and Isaac and you and Kira."

"No thank you, I'm okay," I brush off the uncomfortableness I always feel when Allison and Lydia try and get me to go on dates with some girls they know. Although Kira's part of the pack I'm not interesting in dating her or any girl in this school. I'm not interested in dating any girl. Full stop.

It took me a while to come to terms with the fact I don't really find girl attractive romantically. I can definitely confirm that they're attractive but I'm not attracted. Oh no, I found out pretty quickly after starting at Beacon Hills High that the guys at this school are very easy on the eyes.

Nearly all of them. Jackson... well, that's a different story. He and I quickly became best friends when he took me under his wing for some reason and introduced me to the pack after he found out I was a werefox.

Let's just say that as soon as I set eyes on one certain brunette who has a tendency to trip over flat surfaces, I was the one to fall. Oh man he was beautiful and I had to advert my gaze before Jackson caught on as Jackson, quite quickly became able to read me. The look that I got was enough for now: lean and attractive with moles scattered across his pale skin, brown hair messy and eyes a deep shade of cognac that made me weak at the knees. I had to grab Jackson's arm when Stiles smiled at me for the first time.

"Y/N?" Lydia kicks me lightly under the table, "Who's this mystery girl on your mind, huh?"

"No-one" I grumble, glaring at my empty sandwich wrapper and luckily for me, before Lydia can probe much more the bell cuts us off and I'm running to my next class to get away.

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"So, Lydia tells me you have a crush on a girl," Stiles pipes up at the end of the day as we're walking across the parking lot towards his famous jeep.

"No. I. Don't." I punctuate every word but my blush gives me away I think.

"You won't even tell me?" He pulls those stupid puppy dog eyes as we stop next to the jeep.

"Stiles!" I finally snap, pushing him against the side of the jeep as his plush and wet lips in that pout send me over the edge. Before I know what I'm doing I'm slamming my lips against his and kissing him, "It's you." I growl, knowing my eyes are probably glowing their werefox green as I pull away, the wild side of me just wanting to claim what is mine.

"Me?" He chokes out and I can't read his eyes like normal, causing me to step away but I don't get any more than one step away before he's grabbing my wrist, yanking me forwards and slamming me against the jeep this time, "You don't understand how long I have wanted to hear you say that." He whispers, lips ghosting mine before he finally kisses me and oh god it's better than I ever imagined. His lips are sweet from the strawberries he was eating last period and his hands are all over me, one tugging at my hair which elicits a small sound from me while the other grips my hip so tightly I hope it'll bruise.

"IT WAS STILES?!" Lydia's shriek has Stiles pulling away from me but not in an embarrassed way, just an interrupted way, "I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER FIGURE IT OUT!"

"YOU KNEW?!" I yell back, causing Stiles to chuckle beside me, "DEAD TO ME!"

#stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x oc #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinski fluff #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski x male reader #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x male reader #teen wolf x y/n #teen wolf one #tw x reader #stiles stilinski smut #stiles stilinski x you #stiles Stilinski x y/n

[eliecasa]

warnings: kinda slow moving , 2 part story , fem terms

summary: callsign Bambi (reader) was sent on a mission to gain intel on a very bad man and after three years, they’re finally able to kiss their husband, John Price.

wrdcnt: 3.2K

It took a while to perfect but surely, after an hour of fussing and whining over the hard-to-clean eyeshadow, your look was just right for the night ahead of you. Being so glammed up for such an exciting reason–it was all so fun. Adrenaline fights to turn your blank expression into a smile but you fight against it and collect your masquerade mask, 

Sinaia, Romania. 

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Three exact years ago on this day, you pretended to be a new waitress at a celebrity event for a mission that you and Price knew would keep the two of you apart for a long time.Alin Cojocaru, better known as Cojo, had built himself a fairly vile record against the FBI for two long years that were full of trafficking and an unruly amount of assassinations. The idea of faking your way into his business was ruled out of question by the majority of the task force but no matter what, Shepherd said that it was the best way to undergo it to keep tensions low. 

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Cojo had an empire of crooked organizations and the last thing Special forces needed was another war on their roster.

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To cut a long, torturous story short, you, a married person, is now dating the same man that your husband would probaby be taking out in the next thirty minutes–tops. You could almost feel a little bad for Alin with the way he beams at the sight of you gingerly stepping your way down the stairs. The smile that you shine back to him is genuine yet deceptive. 

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“You are magnificent dear” his dark eyes are ravenous, hard to get lost in. He was nothing like John and it never got easier to pretend to adore such a man that wasn’t your lover.

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Despite your pride, you smoothly intertwine your fingers together and your stomach bunches at the feeling of his lips pressing against your temple. Those bad type of butterflies, the ones that made you feel as if you were going to spew the wings off of a monarch. 

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“As you are, Alin” 

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And he takes you to the ballroom of this castle-like house. You’d been living there for two years. Cojo moved fairly quickly when it came to you. Yes, for one good year, you were able to keep contact with your team but when Alin decided to move you into his mansion, there was no way you could talk to them anymore. He had over 40 different cameras that were hidden fairly well, and not to mention he was used to leaching over you.

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The red satin material of your dress slid against the spotless floor as you subtly scouted the large room. Gaz was apparently supposed to be disguised as one of the hundreds of party goers but for some reason, you couldn’t see him. You suppress the small worry and take a glass of red wine from a server, making sure to thank them as you take a small sip of it. “Not the best playlist” you jest. Alin deeply chuckles and beams down at the fox wrapped in his grasp. “Classical fits the theme best”

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You shrug as the two of you enter the kitchen. 

“Touche”

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And when you look up, the first thing you notice is the man talking to a blond vixen near the balcony. Your heart speeds in joy but you fight the impulse to call his name. It was Gaz. The moment of joy is quickly cascaded by your sudden interest with the pastries displayed across the long white marbled counter. “Best keep me from these or everyone will starve” 

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“Do save one for me” Alin watches you bite into a grape pastry. You feign delight and groan awfully loud to catch your teammates attention. After finding Gaz, you were supposed to go upstairs and let Price in by the window. Just as you find yourself pretty much shoving the rest of the desert into Alin’s jaws, Gaz politely excuses himself and curiously game to the counter, pretending to look over the cake pops, donuts, and pastries made for the guests. 

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Though you shouldn’t, you find yourself smiling softly at the sight of your old friend welcoming himself next to you.

“Good to see I’m not the only fan.” 

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Good to see you too Gaz.

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“Reels you in like a bloody rope doesn’t it?” you tease, hinting at an old inside joke that was more so trauma on gaz’s side. For a moment he grimaced but made sure to fix it with an easy going smile. Alin watches the interaction like a hawk whilst he cleans his face with the handkerchief he had. To keep low profile, Gaz turns his attention to the foods, seemingly glancing at you for a granted recommendation. But as soon as you open your mouth to humor him, Cojo cuts your voice out with a slightly angered tone. “I’m sure you’ll find one of your own” 

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He must’ve thought that Gaz was making the moves….

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In what universe would he ever overstep a boundary like that between you and price

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“... I’ll help myself then, sir.” And like that, he takes a raspberry pastry and waltzes back to the blonde lady from before. You don’t miss the teasing smile that he threw over his shoulder and the way Alin’s hand slid onto your waist told you that he didn’t miss it either. The golden rings on his fingers began to press into your skin the angrier he got.

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“Don’t worry, you’re all and everything he isn’t… I was just being nice to the guest” you sip from your wine and leant back against the marble counter to subtly free yourself of his nauseating grasp. His silver eyes close in on you, not in malice but in a way to show his sickening passion for you. What you said was not a complement but rather a subtle shot at the fact that he would never be the man that was waiting for you. But he didn’t know that and for that reason, everything was a bit funner.

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“He should die, don’t you think?” he takes your chin in between his fingers. “Make sure you make it swift then” you give him a venomous smirk which coaxes him into letting you go. He could definitely try to take Gaz out if he wanted to but… surely it wouldn’t end well. For the first time today, Alin leaves you without as much as a single invitation to follow him. That could only mean that he was gone to fetch a guard, probably setting up some way to finish off your teammate. You cut the faux smile off of your face once he’s out of view.

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With a glance around the kitchen, you notice that nobody was looking in your direction any longer now that the host was out of sight. Finally, you can unclench your fist to see the tiny earpiece that Gaz gave you when Alin was too busy cleaning his face free of the pastry you shoved in it a minute ago. 

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“Just too easy” you chuckle and pretend to fix your hair to insert the earpiece. 

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It whirs and whines for a couple of moments until you can hear the silence of subtle white noise. Too excited to wait another second, you speak into the piece without the need of pressing a button. 

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“Bambi peeking in the woods, how copy?” 

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The line overflows with familiar voices but the one that you wanted to hear the most was the last to come. It comes like a ruffle of a leaf or a bristle of the woods, his voice. “How’ve you been, Mrs.Price?” you can hear the smile in his voice as everyone else could hear the dumb smile in yours. “Dire without you.”

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“How romantic” Grave’s teasing made you roll your eyes but it isn’t enough to kill the euphoric joy that overcame your body. John had barely said anything to you yet he managed to bring you on cloud nine. The emotion is overwhelming and something in the back of your mind even called it dangerous. You felt like you could take every guard down without a single problem just so you can run into his arms and feel him again. Not being able to touch and hear him for years felt as if you were living without water. But now that you have your source of everything good, you felt invincible.

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“Yea yea missed you too Phill” you gave Gaz a peace sign before leaving the kitchen but took the side exit rather than passing through the entire ballroom. The small hallway had nothing but a small table with dead roses in a vase. The plan tattooed on your brain has you in autopilot mode, taking you to rip open the curtains of the lonely window at the end of the hall. Just as expected, Ghost's voice sounds through your ear peace.

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 “Got eyes on ya’ y/n, move up” 

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“Copy. Where’s your eyes Gaz?” you find the nearest staircase, making sure to look as if you were not rushing your way up the stairs. A guard watching one of the many entrances of the ballroom gave you a quizzical look which you disregarded with a faux-bimbo grin. “West ballroom, Cojo going up the left side of the red staircase. He’s armed.”

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“Shit.” you swear. Though you’re on the eastern side of the mansion, it wasn’t too hard to get to the other side. You really didn’t want to start taking 200 LBS guards out in stiletto heels but for John, you’ll push through with it. 

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“Keep route” Ghost said, most likely watching the halls through the exposed curtains you made sure to open earlier today. A small sigh escapes your lips as you reach the top of the staircase. Being in here so long had its perks. Every room, corner, and bend was like the back of your hand. 

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 “John?”

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“At the window, waiting for you y/n.”

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A delighted hum escapes your lip as you make your way down the hall. “I’ve missed your voice endlessly”

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You can hear Soap chuckle before John was able to reply but that was the last thing you were paying attention to. Mentally, you curse Ghost for not warning you about the man that just came from a room right in the middle of the hallway you were walking down. 

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“What the hell… never saw ‘em go in there” Ghost seemed just as surprised as you but you did nothing to display it as Alin turned and beamed at the sight of you staring at him with a gentle smile on your face. “I was only in the restroom, have you missed me too much?”

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He finds himself scooping you back into his arm and directing you exactly where you came from. Your eyes widen in alarm as Ghost swears through your earpiece that he must’ve had some other way to come from the bathroom. The plan was to take a 180 but you’ve waited too long to let it happen. 3 long years of preparation to avoid war wasn’t going to go to waste for any reason whatsoever.With a swallow of your pride, you stopped Alin in the middle of the halfway and shoved him against the wall. Your smooth leg rises from the slit in the expensive dress he bought you. Only if John was the one pressed against the wall, only if he was the one that was taking his hand up your leg would this be romantic. But here and now, it’s as sweet as a rotten apple.

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 “How about I show you how much I missed you?” 

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Alin is winded at your caprice but he doesn’t seem too bothered by it.

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“Bambi, what's your status?” Gaz said, sounding as if he were walking upstairs. He couldn’t come up here, and you won't let him. “Stay there… I’ll be ready soon” you spoke in a slow, sultry tone. Your quick thinking proves efficient as Alin nodded and Gaz affirmed your statement. His eyes watched the way you rock your hips all the way until you got into the restroom. The first person to say anything was Graves but his mere statement was a whistle. 

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You smile, conceited with your work as you lock the door behind you. “Either you got it or you don’t”

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Price comes through on the radio, speaking slowly now that he was having to switch his location. “Good girl. See you at the window” 

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You stand waiting for his arrival like a dog waiting to jump at the mailman. If Alin wasn’t outside the door, surely you’d be doing something like that but now that things are different, you’d have to wait. “Soap, where are you?” Ghost asked. Soap is quick to reply as quickly as a question crosses your mind. What the hell was Soap coming in for? “Found a safe in his bedroom, there’s a code to be needed, Bambi?”

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“It’s my name, Bambi” 

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“Damn girl. You really do know something, don’t you?” Graves’ voice hints at an innuendo and Price hears it just as anyone else does. Maybe it’s the little possessive part of him that says it but either way, his next words came more as a threat than a reassurance. 

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“Focus on watch, Graves”

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 He chuckles “Got it, Cap’”

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Just as you thought he would never come, there goes your husband. He’s almost unnoticeable due to the full black attire he wore. The black beanie, the tactical gear, it all looked too good. You nearly move fast enough for those red bottom heels to fly off your feet as you got to the window to undo the latches. John stands on the roof with a genuine smile granting his usually stonish features just from watching you struggle. He’s never seen you move so fast. And when the window does open, he doesn’t even get the opportunity to crawl inside of the bathroom because of the way your hands are quick to latch and pull.

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The two of you are breathless as your gaze tethered and your limbs intertwined, his hands find your face as yours find his. His warmth is dramatic, you feel as if you were in an igloo for years and years, waiting for him to show up with the same warmth he held before you separated. You shiver, running your hand over his shaggy beard. Like a breath of fresh air, he still feels the same. The desire that overcomes you is overwhelming. The smell of citrus, sandalwood, and cedar made you dizzy. He made your head spin like a ferris wheel.

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“John”

“Y/N” 

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It brings tears to your eyes, his voice does. Hearing it through a radio had nothing on the real deal. Memory, love, infatuation, and everything easy is laced within it. Your husband was the epiphany people had to be searching for, there was no way it could’ve been anything else. If not the man that made you feel love the moment you first met him, what else could it be? But nobody else mattered right now, not when he slots his lips against yours in a passionate lip lock. The breath between you two is heavy and rushed, heated and disrupted as he broke contact just to back you to the bathroom door, not caring what Alin could hear.

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The fingers on your right hand find the softness of the hair on his neck as your other hand turns off the earpiece. You forgot that the little gadget was listening the whole time. Poor them…

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You fail to care any further as you bring John in for another kiss. His calloused hands follow your fantasy from earlier. They’re first to cross and grasp at the squishy skin at your thighs but then they’re grabbing at the tender skin of your bum. His tenderness takes you, causing you to gasp into his mouth. “John”

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But he knows you don’t want to say anything and kisses you again. His touch feels like an electric sear of fire that spreads across your skin, leaving you in the delight of pleasure. It’s love, you can feel it.

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“Y/N, are you okay in there?” Alin knocked on the door and even wiggled the knob a little bit. John found it hard to stop kissing you. He knew you needed to answer but the taste of you was something different. It was sweet and saturated, different from before time was lost. It’s pleasant but he finds himself pushing your waist against the door. Your yearning leaves you to whine and he takes his lips from yours. “Love” Alin calls, wiggling the knob once again.

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Anger takes over your flustered features as you slowly took your hands away from his neck. John's hands slowly slip away from your body, feeling as if he ever wanted to leave your figure. “All is well, I just have a hard time with doing lipstick” Your eyes never leave his as he presses the talkie on his chest. “In contact, taking him down now, copy” It’s not hard for his voice to go unheard due to its heavy tone. “Well hurry up, I’ve waited so long for this!”

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John rolls his eyes and you smirk at him, motioning him to stand by the wall so that he’d be hidden once you opened the door. “Pistol on the left of his hip, disarm and lay ‘em out” Ghost instructs. 

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You discard your heels next to the toilet, not wanting to have to carefully tread across the rooftops. Price puts a silenced pistol in your hands. “Just in case. Conceal for now” you find it much easier to follow orders now that he’s around. It’s quick to slide into your leather leg garter before you swung the door open. “Hi hun, you been to sleep yet?” you step out next to him, leaving the door open.

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He tilts his head in confusion before locking eyes with you. “What do you mean sleep?”

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The two of you dumbly stare at each other until a moment passes. He watches you tilt your head towards the bathroom door that was left ajar. Alin is easy to fool because he walks in just to get a fist to the jaw. Even Ghost makes an ‘ouch’ sound as he tumbled to the ground. Aliin seemed to fight consciousness for a second but his body fell limp soon after, thanks to the dramatic strength John put in that single punch.

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You snap out of your daze to step over and into your husband. He looks dramatically possessive when he directs you to the window, his warm hand on your lower back to assist. “Good shot Captain, show ‘em how it’s done!” Grave cheers. Nothing stops the laugh that breaks your lips apart.

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Curious of the situation, Gaz’s voice comes through. “What did the Captain do?”

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“Put Alin to fuckin’ sleep, that’s what he did.” Ghost chuckles.

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“Alright cap” Soap claps into his microphone. You’re the only one that can see the guilty smirk on his face as you helped him out of the window. He was grateful that you’d granted him the opportunity to take him out as if that wasn’t already so obvious. Even the subtle rosiness on his cheeks was telling on him a little bit.Once the two of you stood tall on the rooftop, you finally wrapped him in a warm hug.

 “I’m all yours” 

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He kisses the top of our head, wrapping his arms around you.

“And I’m yours”

dun dun dunnn

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On the Same Page

Another Bob x Reader in the Navy. This time from her perspective. 

Rooster and Phoenix are obvious but successful wingmen. 

I got a little carried away people so she is long....

Contains SMUT and unprotected sex. #bobfucks in this one 

Don’t come for me if any of my Naval terminology is wrong,

Hope you enjoy!

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YFN didn’t exactly feel like going out tonight, but her sister could be a fucking nag when she wanted to be. A stressed out, horny nag who apparently needed a one-night stand with a navy man specifically and so did a few of her fellow doctors from the emergency department too. And since YFN was in fact in the navy and currently stationed at the base nearby, she had been roped into being wing woman for them at the Hard Deck.

A hook up was not really on YFN’s mind, it was kind of hard to pull when she was much quieter than her gorgeous bubbly sister and friends and they tended to dominate the attention of any room they were in. But YFN wasn’t worried too much and being a good wing woman had set the tipsy group up at the pool table early in the evening, knowing it would be the perfect place for her sister and her friends to snare themselves someone for the night.

They had been there a while, long enough for them to loosen up and start to garner a little bit attention when a group dressed in uniform stepped up to the pool table with knowing looks, smirks on their faces and suggestive introductions. YFN kind of recognised some faces and thought they might be pilots recently back training at Top Gun for a special mission. She knew little about them, but as an Aviation Machinist (AD) she’d been working on their aircraft the last couple of weeks, fixing whatever the fuck they had been doing to them.

Big personalities and even bigger egos, just the way her sister liked her men. The blonde who looked like a model slash GI Joe figurine come to life looked to be her type. ‘Bingo. Here we go’ YFN thought, and her sister winked at her to confirm they had found potential targets.

Unsurprisingly the introductions didn’t include YFN. She knew her sister loved her, but when she was centre of attention and focused on a goal, YFN was easily forgotten. It didn’t bother her too much, YFN definitely did not have the same taste in men, so she just kept shooting pool and ignored the display in front of her.

It wasn’t long until YFN’s solitude was interrupted though, the table commandeered by the group of flirty pilots and doctors. YFN rolled her eyes, watching the scene and backed away towards the wall that she knew was behind her. To YFN’s surprise though, she was not met with a wall but a body, a very firm body and a pair of strong hands resting on her waist.

YFN whipped around, not before registering the pleasant tingling the hands left on the small strip of exposed skin between her top and jeans. She was met with not one but three people. A tall, tanned man, who was quite good looking despite his literal pornstashe and a petite gorgeous, dark-haired woman. YFN vaguely recognised them as Top Gun pilots and both had amused grins on their faces.

The other, who still had a grip on her waist, was a very attractive man with sandy brown hair and the bluest eyes hidden behind wire framed glasses. YFN was sure the surprised ‘Oh’ on his lips mirrored the one on her own.

“Shit sorry!” he almost squeaked out a little flustered and YFN watched as he removed his hands like he’d been burnt.

Her skin where he’d touched did feel warm alright and it made YFN laugh nervously as she took a half step back.

“It’s ok. My fault for not checking my mirror before backing up.” YFN said earning a chuckle from her three new companions.

“I’m Rooster. Sorry about those fuckers.” pornstashe said, confidently introducing himself and motioning to the pilots at the pool table. “Trying to impress as per usual. I don’t think they even noticed they took over your game.”

YFN smiled and shrugged “Don’t worry I’m quite used to it. My sister and her friends tend to have that effect on people.”

“I’m sure you’re quite memorable too.” the woman winked at her, “I’m Phoenix. And you look quite familiar. Don’t you think Bob?” she said with a pointed look at the bespectacled man in front of her.

Bob. Hmm so that was her human cushion’s name. YFN smiled at his companions and then glanced at his name badge - Lieutenant Floyd, she instantly recognised it from one of the aircraft she’d been working on. ‘Doesn’t the name just roll off the tongue’ she thought and looked back up at him.

Bob was equal parts cute and sexy and YFN could already tell he didn’t have an air of arrogance like the rest, the absolute opposite of her sister’s chosen mark. A quieter kindred spirit like herself and perhaps a little on the shy side.

Taking some cocky pilot home had not been on YFN’s agenda for the night, but she literally ran into Bob and had not forgotten about his hands on her skin. This was an unexpected but welcome development. A little flirting couldn’t hurt, even though it probably wouldn’t amount to anything.

“Ah yeah. Hi. I’ve umm I’ve seen you a bit around ah base.” he fumbled a bit with rosy cheeks. Well isn’t that fucking endearing YFN thought as she smiled warmly to encourage him. Bob seemed to respond to her smile and took a steadying breath “You’re an AD right?”

“Mmm-hmm that’s right. You’re very observant Bob. I’m Petty Officer YFN YLN. And you are Trace and Bradshaw I believe…” she nodded at the other two and then looked Bob in the eye “…and you are Lieutenant Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd.” YFN was right about how his name sounded off her tongue and felt herself blushing ever so slightly.

She then laughed lightly at their confused faces and Bob’s stunned one “I recognise your names from the fucked-up aircraft you keep returning to us.” and that got a laugh from all three of them in return.

“Nice to put faces to the names.” YFN smiled at all of them but then said directly to Bob “The pilots don’t usually notice much of the crew.”

Bob who had been staring at her mouth, gave her a wry smile “Well YFN…”, hmm didn’t her name sound good coming from his lips as well, “I’m not a pilot. I’m a WSO and I am very observant so notice things that others may miss.”

Huh. Not fumbling over his words anymore then.

“Good to know.” YFN replied with her own small smile, “I guess I am easy to miss sometimes, I don’t tend to draw a crowd like a bunch of gorgeous horny doctors.” she laughed gesturing to the pool table.

Phoenix rolled her eyes and kicked Bob’s foot with her own “Yeah, that’s not true at all. Is it, Bob? In fact there is a reason we were standing here watching you play pool instead of competing for their attention, wasn’t there Bob?” she said drawing out his name.

YFN felt warmth bloom at her chest and a blush creep up her neck at the implication that Bob had sought her out. She chanced a look up at the man in front of her, Bob had paled a little as he looked at Phoenix beside him, obviously slightly embarrassed at her frankness.

“Oh really?” YFN said softly, and Bob’s turned back to her. His blue eyes searched her face from behind his glasses and under his gaze YFN felt both the buzz in her chest and her blush steadily engulf her. Bob must have found what he was looking for, because colour spread to the tips of his ears too and he smiled shyly at her.

Right then, YFN was pretty sure they were on the same page.

“Okay Phoenix, you’re obviously not letting Bob take the subtle approach here.” Rooster said sarcastically, and the small group all laughed, “But looks like it might have worked out, so I reckon we throw our hats in the ring with the cast of ‘Greys Anatomy’ over there and leave these two idiots to their awkward flirting.”

“Hangman seems to have the blonde on lock. Any of the others looking for one night of seaman YFN?” Rooster continued innocently and YFN laughed loudly at the double entendre.

“Aviators are hardly seamen.” YFN said grinning, “Hangman’s the Ken doll, right? The blonde he’s with is my sister and it’s most likely the other way around. She is very driven and always gets what she wants.” earning a chuckle from the other three.

“For you Rooster I would suggest the red head, she loves to watch ‘Magnum PI’ reruns, so I think you’ll have that one in the bag.” Phoenix did a spit take of her beer and Bob snorted.

“And Phoenix, I’ve heard the short brunette complain about never getting good oral, but I feel like you could be the woman for the job.”

Rooster laughed “And here I thought you were going to be a shy little thing, but you’re quite unexpected, just like Bob here.” YFN looked at Bob who was wearing a lopsided smile, eyes shining at her brightly.

“Thanks for the advice YFN. Before we go, I just need to know for research purposes if you are the same as your sister and her friends…” Phoenix starts with a smirk on her face, and one finger up in the air. “One: Do you like it casual too or prefer a relationship? And two: Do you also like seamen?” she laughed using the same pun as Rooster while holding two fingers up.

“Oh my god.” Bob sighs, a hand sliding over his likely embarrassed face.

YFN just laughed in delight. “Yes, I actually do prefer men. And ones in the Navy. Makes life a bit easier with shared experiences, deployments and all that. And I don’t mind one-night, casual or the possibility of forever as long as it’s with the right person.” YFN answered honestly, eyes directly on Bob.

“Right. Well Bob is full of semen and in the Navy and the right person for whatever job this is, so I think he can take it from here.” Rooster clapped a now mortified Bob on the shoulder.

“I’m in the mood for a thorough medical examination. Phoenix I’ll need a wing woman.” he declared as he grabbed her arm and pulled.

“Enjoy kids. I’m sure we’ll be seeing you around YFN.” Phoenix laughed as she was dragged away towards the unsuspecting women.

A very red Bob and YFN look intently at each other and burst out laughing. “God I’m so sorry about those two. I’ve kind of been adopted by them, like a stray dog.” Bob said as he worked to calm his embarrassment and YFN grinned at him.

“Anyone would think I didn’t know how to speak to a beautiful woman on my own.” he said and smiled sweetly at her.

“Not that I fall into that category, but I think you are doing pretty well so far.” YFN replied shyly not believing he would think she is beautiful compared to the other goddesses in the room.

Bob looked at her incredulously, any previous awkwardness or embarrassment caused by the others gone “YFN you absolutely fall into that category. You are so beautiful.” he said simply.

“Oh. Well thank you, Bobby.” YFN replied a little stunned and Bob responded to the nickname with a lovely blush that YFN was growing to appreciate very much. She felt emboldened by it, “I think you are beautiful too.” Bob blushed further but smiled widely.

Yep okay. They were on the same page.

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The conversation between them flowed after that and in addition to the growing flirtation, YFN found they had a lot in common. YFN was already interested in Bob’s role as a WSO, as was he about hers as an AD and they liked the same mixture of old and new music and movies. YFN laughed loudly when Bob clapped his hands in glee when she revealed she was a Star Wars fan.

YFN and Bob had moved to bar stools a little bit away from the rowdy group for a bit more privacy and they both shared stories of growing up as military brats. They smiled as they watched Phoenix’s smooth seduction of the brunette, chuckled at Rooster’s shameless flirting and wet themselves laughing at Hangman’s cocky obliviousness to the fact that he was the one falling into YFN’s sister’s trap, not the other way around. YFN and Bob’s physical proximity to each other had gotten closer during the night as well, seated closely in front of one another, her legs bracketed between his longer ones.

YFN’s had never really found the loud, brash, ‘look at me’ types attractive but Bob, he was the absolute opposite of that. He had a shy sweetness to him that was endearing, but he was flirty, witty and funny and had goofy laugh and the fact that he had no idea how sexy he was just added to his appeal.

Once he was comfortable with her, Bob was quite animated when he talked, eyes shining brightly and they way his lips moved captured YFN’s attention.

But what YFN could not look away from was his hands. Bob talked a lot with his hands, his very large, strong hands and she was mesmerised by what those hands could do and missed whatever it was he was saying to her because of it. YFN wondered if he was affected by her as she was by him.

Bob seemed to pick up on YFN’s distraction and he covered her hand resting on her knee with his larger one. YFN felt electricity and warmth spread through her from his simple touch and she bit her lip in an attempt to hide her reaction. YFN chanced a look at Bob who stared at her mouth and with his hand softy grabbed hers, and pulled her out of her stool. She stood between his legs and he settled his hands on her waist, right where they had been when she’d backed into him earlier in the evening.

Okay. He might know what his hands were doing to her. But it wasn’t just her. He looked like he felt something too.

YFN and Bob looked directly into each other’s eyes for who knows how long, realising the quiet flirtation between them had shifted into very palpable sexual tension.

“Did you wanna-“

“Do you maybe want to-“

YFN and Bob both chuckled nervously for speaking at the same time. But it was now very clear they were on the same page.

“Did you ah maybe want to head out?” Bob asked shyly while drawing small circles on her exposed skin at her waist with those fucking hands of his.

YFN’s breath hitched “Yeah. Let’s go.”

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The tension during ride back to the off-site Naval housing in Bob’s car, continued to be very sexually charged. Bob had opened the car door for YFN at the Hard Deck, and gazed at her once she was in her seat while tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his blue eyes piercing into hers. Once in the driver’s seat, Bob took her hand and intertwined her fingers with his as they drove.

It was quiet, save a short conversation over where they both lived and the old rock ballads that played in the background. YFN wondered how it was it possible that her body was so lit up from just his simple touches.

The car pulled up at Bob’s shared housing with Phoenix which turned out to be not a 10-minute walk from YFN’s own place. Bob smiled shyly at her, got out of the car and again ran around to open her door. Even though he’d brought her back to his place to hook up, he was a perfect gentleman. YFN wanted to fuck him so bad but also goddamn marry the man. But right now she would be content with the former.

YFN stepped inside his place, it looked identical to hers, only bigger since it hers was a single and more sparsely decorated due his temporary detachment.

She turned to face Bob as he closed the door, YFN took a long look at him, he was so sexy in his khaki’s, and his styled hair curled a little at the front. YFN bit her lip and groaned internally, god she couldn’t wait to tear that uniform off him and mess up his hair. She knew a tiny part of it was because she hadn’t been with anyone in quite a while, but most of it was because of the man standing in front of her.

YFN couldn’t remember ever having this level of attraction to someone before. And Bob appeared to be as affected as she was.

Bob broke the silence as he moved towards her staring at her mouth, “Can I kiss-“

“Please.” YFN almost begged before he could even finish.

Bob cupped YFN’s jaw with his hands and fucking smirked at her reaction to them on her face. Oh yeah, he absolutely knew what they did to her. Bob’s eyes looked between her eyes and her lips as he lowered his mouth to hers in the softest sweetest kiss.

Bob pulled back and looked at YFN longingly, and breathed out slowly “YFN.” whispering her name like a prayer.

YFN nodded, she had no idea what he was pleading for, but she knew she would give him anything he asked for. Her small nod was all it took for Bob to kiss her again, this time more deeply. YFN’s mouth moved with his and when his tongue found hers, she couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. This spurred Bob and as he effortlessly picked YFN up bridal style. She laughed into his mouth never letting it leave hers as carried her into his bedroom.

Bob put her gently down on her feet, closed the door behind him and turned back, He kissed her intensely and moaned when her hands finally make their way into his hair. ‘Fuck this man can kiss’ YFN thought as they hastily removed each other’s clothes as Bob kissed her jaw, neck and any newly exposed skin he could. YFN somehow ended up on the bed and they laughed breathlessly as Bob with his leg still stuck in his pants toppled on top of her.

“Hi.” YFN smiled at him but before he could respond she kissed him again and took the opportunity to run her hands over the firm chest she had pressed against accidently earlier in the night.

“You are so gorgeous.” Bob breathed out as his fucking hands brushed from her hip up her side, tickling YFN and making her giggle. She sucked in a sharp breath as he kneaded her breasts and ran his thumbs over her nipples.

“You love my hands huh.” he teased in a deeper voice, wiggling his fingers in front of her face.

“You know I fucking do.” YFN said back with a small fake huff “I’d love them even more if they made me cum.” she prompted.

Bob chuckled lightly, a huge smile on his face as he removed his askew glasses and put them on the bedside table, “That’s the plan sweet girl.” he promised.

YFN keened at the name Bob called her and studied his handsome face without his glasses, everything felt so natural and playful with him, it had never felt like this for her before. YFN shook the thought out of her head and smirked “Sure you can see what you’re doing?” she said sarcastically.

“You are a menace.” he laughed and kissed her deeply before licking a path down her neck to her nipple and taking it in his mouth.

YFN moaned as he worried her nipples with his tongue and teeth, everywhere he touched was on fire. “Now who’s the menace.” she cried out and she felt him smile against her skin as he dragged his lips over her stomach inching lower and lower.

“Just keep making those pretty noises sweet girl. Let me know what you like okay?” Bob urged before he settled between her thighs.

And YFN did as she was asked, and moaned loudly and babbled nonsense as he brought her to the best orgasm of her life with his mouth and fingers. As YFN floated down from her high, Bob had the audacity to laugh lightly and wiggle those same fingers in front of her lips, but she soon shut him up and took them into her mouth and sucked them, tasting herself.

“Fuck.” Bob grunted, “Please. Please, I need to be inside you.” he said and YFN giggled and nodded as he rummaged through his bedside table for what YFN assumed was a condom. 

“Oh Shit. No. I ah shit I don’t have a condom.” he muttered disappointedly, “Sorry. I didn’t pack any and I wasn’t expecting company…”

Bob took a steading breath and didn’t pressure YFN at all, “It’s ok. I ah don’t expect anything. I’m ok to just make you feel good.”

“Baby.” YFN said as she ran her hand over his abdomen and onto his very impressive cock. He sucked in a breath over the name or her touching him for the first time, YFN wasn’t sure.

She wanted him, needed him badly “Do you even know how sexy it is that you don’t expect anything? It’s umm been a long time for me. I’m… ah I’ve been tested. And I’m umm on birth control.” she said as shyly as one could with a dick in her hand, “I’ve never done it without a condom but I ah, god I really want you. We could if you trust me. Or I can do this or go down on you. It doesn’t matter. I just want to make you to feel good too.”

Bob looked at her with lust filled eyes, breathing heavily as she stroked his cock “I’ve never either…I’m, It’s been a long while for me too and I’m clean. I trust you YFN. You trust me? God, I want to, so fucking bad. I promise I’ll fuck you so good baby. Are you sure sweet girl, you want me to fuck you?”

YFN sucked in a breath as he choked out sexy dirty things she wasn’t expecting from someone so seemingly quiet and sweet.

“I trust you. Please Bobby. I need you to fuck me. Please baby.” YFN begged, voice laced with need as she touched his hard dick.

Bob nodded, whispered “Yes ma’am.” and moved over her. YFN was forced removed her hand from him with a whine.

They both laughed breathlessly. He kissed her greedily again, a hand cradling her jaw. Bob looked at YFN’s eyes silently asking the question again. Him asking for consent again was so fucking hot and she nodded at him eagerly.

“Fuuucck!” Bob moaned as he pushed in, the filthy sound he made and the feeling of him stretching her with no barrier was incredibly overwhelming.

“I just…Oh fuck. Just give me a second.” Bob stilled, as he took in the feeling. YFN impatiently wiggled her hips underneath him. He laughed lightly and took the hint.

Bob made good on his promise and worked YFN’s body as he fucked her thoroughly. He used his amazing fingers on her while making his own pretty noises. He whispered a mixture of praise and filthy words that YFN was sure could never get enough of hearing. She let go and came again hard and as Bob filled her, he moaned loudly.

YFN laid next to Bob and blinked at the ceiling silently, as she soaked the up moments following what had just happened between them. Bob too was completely quiet, save his deep breaths until he softly laughed “Holy Shit!”

YFN giggled as well, partially in shock and just a little bit relieved that it wasn’t awkward between them. She turned to face Bob and he smiled at her and peppered her face with kisses.

Thank god. They were on the same page.

“Ah so that was really fucking good. Hands down the best sex of my life. You really know what you are doing, don’t you?” YFN said, “I swear when I backed into you, that was not my intention. Well initially…” and Bob laughed heartily.

“Yeah. Ah Same for me. It’s…It’s never been like that for me before, ever. God, you felt, you are incredible…” Bob trailed off like he was reliving it.

He appeared to shake the thought out of his head “I’m not gonna lie, it had crossed my mind once or twice when I noticed you on base. And when I saw you at the bar…” Bob didn’t finish, he just gazed into YFN’s eyes and kissed her again so softly and sweetly and her heart soared.

YFN pushed this feeling away quickly as she could. Bob was only here for a short time and even though she wasn’t in the loop about the mission they were training for, she sensed it was difficult, so didn’t want to complicate anything for him.

Bob grabbed tissues from beside his bed to gently clean YFN up and laughed “I ah, I think we need to shower.”

YFN agreed and laughed loudly as they ran butt arse naked to the bathroom. As they showered, they talked about random things and ended up in a discussion about the new ‘Obi-Wan-Kenobi’ series. YFN smiled as Bob washed her back and talked about how even though it was good, he was a purest and it was way more graphic than everything else in the Star Wars universe.

YFN smiled at this and allowed herself to wonder. ‘Being with someone wasn’t supposed to be this easy, was it?’ She wasn’t even sure whether it was one-night or casual or something else entirely.

YFN was broken out of her train of thought by Bob firmly massaging her shoulders, then down her arms and eventually around to her breasts and she let out a small moan. YFN felt Bob’s hardness pushing into her and she turned around and bit her lip and Bob groaned.

YFN surprised him as she turned and giggled and did her best Obi-Wan impression “Hello there!” and was rewarded with a snort then a deep kiss.

“Umm you know how you love my hands?” Bob said and YFN nodded, “Well it’s your mouth for me. The way you smile or bite your lip. I can’t stop watching the way your lips move whether you say something funny or say the word fuck. And I especially love them when you are making pretty noises when you cum sweet girl.”

It was YFN’s turn to be surprised. This man had started off the night quiet and a little awkward, she had no idea he would have such mouth on him. ‘It’s always the shy ones’ she mused. Well YFN could play this game too.

“I wonder what it would look like wrapped around your cock?” YFN said to a shocked Bob, before she sank to her knees and showed him.

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It was very late by the time their shower finished and Bob asked YFN to stay the night. Bob was hands down the best man she had ever met so she was happy to take any moments she could get with him. Dressed in a pair of Bob’s boxers, a vintage band t-shirt and wrapped in tightly in his arms, YFN had one of the most restful sleeps in recent memory.

The sun started to peek through the curtains, signally it was only very early in the day. But being on the Navy’s schedule for a while now, YFN woke with the sun. She glanced back at Bob smiling widely, he was still snoring lightly, so she carefully extracted herself and used the bathroom.

By the time YFN got back, Bob was awake too, reaching out to the bedside table to put on his glasses. He looked quite worried but once he saw her, his face relaxed into a shy smile.

“Come back to bed, just for a little bit longer?” he whined and looked at her with puppy dog eyes as he passed her on his way to the bathroom.

YFN laughed and climbed back into Bob’s bed and waited for him. “No Phoenix yet?” she asked as he crawled back in, and he shook his head grinning. “Do you co-ordinate your hook ups with her often then?” YFN chuckled.

Bob laughed “Considering I’ve only known her for two weeks and until last night I hadn’t had sex in nearly a year. No we don’t.”

“Well seeing as she’s not home yet, we could make the most of it before we have to get ready for the day.” YFN said suggestively.

Bob immediately kissed YFN deeply and he paused to chuckle “Yes ma’am. But as your senior officer, I have final approval of the plan.”

YFN laughed joyfully and kissed him back. Eventually their laughter died down and YFN fucked Bob, slower and sweeter than what they shared last night. This time she praised her sweet boy for filling her up so well and making her feel so good while she worked herself on him chasing her high. Bob held out for YFN, his fingers rubbed her clit in tight circles until she got there and then she rode him to his own orgasm. The sex was just as incredible and somehow felt even more intimate than last night. YFN made sure she kept the fluttering in chest in check and her growing feelings to herself.

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They didn’t go back to sleep. So for the short while they had left Bob talked about his concerns on the upcoming mission they were training for, well what he was allowed to talk about anyway. And YFN asked his advice for anything they might have missed that could help when servicing the hard-worked aircraft.

The alarm on YFN’s phone went off signally she had to get going. She waved Bob off when he said he would drive her home, YFN saying she needed the walk to clear her head for the day.

YFN felt Bob watch her closely and intently as she got dressed in last night’s clothes, so she tried to be as aloof as she could. Bob didn’t talk about what had happened between them so neither did she and they didn’t even exchange phone numbers.

YFN was not going to lie to herself, Bob was amazing, and she knew she had feelings for him and wanted more, but she didn’t want to disrupt his training or have him feel pressured into more than one night. So once she was ready, YFN just smiled as brightly as she could and kissed Bob softly once more before walking away.

As she opened Bob’s front door to leave, YFN was met with a messy haired, sleepy Phoenix also doing a walk of shame home. They both smiled and laughed lightly at the situation.

“I wondered where you two snuck off to.” Phoenix chuckled, “Quite glad I took your advice about the brunette.”

“You show her what she was missing?” YFN teased.

“Hell yes.” Phoenix said, “What about you hmm? Bob finally made a move I see. He’s been hung up on you for almost the entire time we’ve been here.”

YFN was a little shocked at that, Bob hadn’t really mentioned when he first saw her, just that he’d noticed her on base, so YFN passed it off as something Phoenix just misread.

If Phoenix noticed her reaction, she didn’t let on but just said “He really likes you, you know, and I think you like him. I hope I’ll be seeing more of you around here.”

‘There’s no way he feels that’, YFN thought but she talked to Phoenix honestly “Ah. Yeah, I do. I really fucking like him. A lot. But we umm actually didn’t talk about that. Bob didn’t bring it up and I know whatever you guys are training for is difficult, so I don’t want to complicate things or pressure him with anything. You know?”

During her confession, YFN hadn’t realised that Bob had got up and had made his way into the kitchen and had overheard the whole thing.

“Okay.” Phoenix looked a little baffled but accepted her explanation. She also looked past YFN and grinned at something, but YFN was preoccupied and didn’t turn around to see what she was looking at.

“At least tell me the sex was good. Bob will never tell because I think he suspects I have a bet going with Rooster. I personally think that he is a fucking champ in bed – pet names, dirty talk, the works.” she laughed.

YFN blushed almost immediately and coughed “Umm. Shit. I gotta go Phoenix. I’m going to be late. Bye!” and took off down the steps and starting jogging in the direction of her housing.

YFN heard Phoenix call out “You know you are a fucking idiot, right?” YFN didn’t turn around but laughed as she kept towards her place. What she didn’t see was Phoenix was actually talking to a shocked and very bewildered Bob.

YFN had no idea that when it came to how she felt, Bob was actually on the same page.

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A couple of days later, YFN headed to lunch at the mess hall, she hadn’t crossed paths with Bob or any of the aviators since that night, but she rarely did unless they needed to point out something in their aircraft.

YFN got her sandwich and was looking for somewhere to sit when she heard a loud male voice call out “Hey YFN. Get over here.”

She looked to see Rooster wave his hand around from a long table that seated several of the aviators including Phoenix and Bob. YFN took a deep breath and walked over towards the table.

The only remaining seat was, of course, next to a very anxious and awkward looking Bob. So YFN slid into it and smiled softly at him and did the only thing she could to break the tension, “Hello there!”

Bob and another one of the pilots, Fanboy YFN thought his name was, burst out laughing while the others just looked at her confused. Bob looked at YFN lovingly with a shy smile, his blue eyes shining from behind his glasses. She felt Phoenix kick her leg from across the table and YFN looked up and Phoenix raised an eyebrow at her. YFN then felt Bob’s hand intertwine with hers and squeeze.

Fuck. Phoenix had told Bob how she felt, or he’d somehow figured it out. YFN turned to look at Bob and he smiled brightly and winked at her, all his previous nervousness had disappeared. ‘Ok this is a good thing’ YFN thought and squeezed Bob’s hand and grinned back at him.

Hangman had apparently watched the display and said, “Who the hell is this?” YFN recognised him as the arrogant male model her sister had taken home.

“That’s YFN. She’s one of the AD’s dealing with our aircraft we fuck over in training.” Rooster answered him and grinned at YFN who was now eating her sandwich, “Never mind that Hangman. Please continue your story about your doctor conquest at the Hard Deck the other night.”

It was YFN’s turn to lift an eyebrow as she chewed and Phoenix who was across from her laughed “Yes Bagman. Do continue.”

Hangman looked at them with a confused look on his face “Whatever. As I was saying. I had that chick wrapped around my little finger. She was begging me for it. Said because I was a pilot, I must know what to do with my big stick.”

YFN snorted loudly and said, “That’s not what I heard.” and Bob laughed softly, letting go of her hand and letting his hand slowly travel around her back leaving a trail of goosebumps through her uniform, before it settled on her hip.

“Interesting YFN. How and why would you know?” Rooster sarcastically prodded the situation.

And Hangman looked at her with a little interest and said “Go on then.”

“Well…” YFN said sweetly, ignoring the warmth of Bob’s hand as it travelled to cup her ass. She looked at Hangman “That chick is actually my sister. And as I recall as she sucked your average sized dick while you were the one begging for a prostrate che…” Bob quickly clamped his other hand over her mouth as the table erupted in laughter.

To everyone else, it just looked like Bob had just saved Hangman’s dignity a little bit. But YFN knew exactly what he was doing with his fucking hands. She pinched his arm softly and he took his hand from her mouth with a huge grin on his face. Well, just like the other night, YFN thought ‘I can play this game too’.

YFN looked at Bob, bit her lip and worried it a little with her teeth. She smirked a little when she felt his grip on her ass tighten. Bob took a drink to disguise his reaction, so she turned her attention to back to Hangman was still sitting there in shock.

“As I was saying. My sister said you were okay with your stick.” that comment started a few snickers around the table.

“She is willing to give you a second chance. But I suggested maybe she should find a wizzo to fuck instead, since they handle the big missiles, know all the right buttons to push and always hit their target.”

The group erupted into laughter. Hangman’s mouth opened and closed like fish out of water. And Bob did a spit take of his drink all over the table and made a choking noise. That made everyone laugh even harder, and Phoenix just grinned as Rooster slipped her a wad of cash.

YFN rubbed her hand up and down over Bob’s back as he got his breath back “Bobby you ok there, sweet boy?” she whispered to tease him further.

Bob eventually nodded and once everyone was preoccupied with ribbing Hangman again, he smiled warmly at YFN and looked longingly at her. He took her hand in his and quietly said “YFN I really fucking like you. A lot. And I want the possibility of forever if you think I could be the right person.”

YFN gasped softly as he echoed her words that she’d said to Phoenix and from the bar that night and she nodded “You are definitely the right person.”

YFN knew then, they were on the same page, and they would be for a long time.

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Hear me out, flying type hybrid darling using their wings to hug their partner.

Like 'preening' their partner's hair and hiding their feathers in their partner's clothes; chirping / hooting happily when their partner come back home with hands full of their feathers like a silly game

(Can be anyone you like I just cant get this thought out my head haha)

Now I am absolutely obsessed with shipping Larry with monster reader. And when I saw Harpy reader I dived for it aaa.

The characters I will do is Larry, Warden Ingo, Leon,

Various characters (pokemon) reaction to their beloved as a flying type hybrid harpy.

Larry

You just showed up one night scratching in his back door with your sharp claws. You were looking for nesting material the day before you never asked a human for some this human seemed shocked But ultimately gave you some cloth it was strong yet soft and smelled nice. This human was nice : )

As a flying-type trainer, he knows some of the mannerisms you have. He thinks it's cute when you preen his hair or make a small nest out of his clothes because you missed him. Sometimes, he would show you how humans court and then do the same thing to you

And his coworkers and boss are none the wiser when he starts finding feathers in his suit all day. They just assumed that he had a new flying type Pokemon and not a hybrid birb spouse. Even so, coming to work covered in feathers isn't professional, but he can't bring himself to tell you to stop. He knows you're doing this out of love for him. Maybe Larry will ask you if he could wear one feather and put it in his pocket.

Your feathers are just so soft when you wrap your wings around him. He can't help but cuddle into you and fall asleep. He can feel your nails thread through his hair, mimicking the way he touches you.

Before stepping into his house, he could hear the excited tapping of your feet as you do your happy dance. The little bird hops with your feathers all fluffed before yelling his name and throwing feathers all over the place. His home life has never been this exciting, and he can't help but smile.

Warden Ingo

You struggle the flap of your wings, kicking up the snow on the ground. The Searing pain in your left wing and arm is almost overwhelming. Your energy is slowly draining as your body struggles to keep warm. Your feathery down kept you from freezing for a while, but how long will that last? Has the wind begun to pick up? You hold your broken arm close to your chest, trying to keep in your subs of pain as you huddle your wings closer together, desperate to cling to any ounce of warmth; your vision blurs and your brain tells your body to conserve energy. The only thing you saw when you began to blackout was a man in a long coat approaching.

You were protective of the man who saved your life—wrapping your wings around him not only for affection but also for protection. For some reason, this human was drawn to you. Your beautiful white wings and Feathers jogging his memory of something, though not enough to figure out why.

Every time his Warden duties called, he would leave his cabin even though he had sworn he would go you home somehow, always following him, stalking him in the distance until he was alone. Then, you would appear either from a high ledge of a cliff or a dark cave to brush yourself up against him, cooing for his affection.

Every time he falls asleep, he wakes up to his jacket being stolen and wrapped around you, not that he Minds that you wear it, though he has to tell you to be careful; those sharp talons of yours could easily rip a new hole.

The Striking eyes of his remind you of a Braviary hybrid. You can't help but Preen his hair and put some of your feathers in it. You coo in Delight of how handsome he is. Cuddling close to him and playing and tugging on his clothes.

Leon

Wherever he was, this was definitely not the Pokemon Center. In fact, this wasn't a town at all. He didn't even know how he got so high up in the mountains. Leon swore he was following a path. As he continued to wander, getting himself more and more lost, it wasn't before long that the sun began to set. Still, he took this challenge with a smile despite being low on supplies. He was in the wilderness. They're sure to be some berries somewhere. However, before the sun dipped below the horizon, he saw a blur Bolt from the tree to the dense foliage. It was like lightning, but he could have sworn he saw feathers. The figure was a human shape, a hybrid, perhaps? It stood at a distance where he could barely see it. It stood there tilting its head almost as if it wanted him to follow. As he followed the creature until they were nowhere in sight, that's when he realized he was back on the path.

Almost every encounter with you was by pure chance. You don't even know how he does it; a dumb human gets lost, and then you guide him back suddenly. A month later, he's back?! What the heck?? What is this human's deal!? is he trying to get himself killed?!

You only watch the human to make sure he doesn't get himself killed, not because you think the human is attractive. And you absolutely didn't swoon when you saw that he was wearing the feather you dropped as a necklace.

But unbeknownst to you Leon wasn't just adventuring for adventuring sake he was looking for you. Oh yes the mysterious hybrid that led him back to the path on that night he met you. Hybrids are already so rare, and when you caught his eye, he couldn't help but relive the memory. He not only wanted to meet you, but he wanted to get to know you to understand you. And you were just as infatuated with him as he was with you.

Even though you're instincts told you to court him as a potential mate, you knew that as a human, he couldn't be trusted, but somehow, Leon knew that , he knew that you were wary of him. He didn't blame you. How could he? Thus begins the slow build of trust and your relationship

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[anxiousstark]

I saw you are taking requests and I loved your King!Eddie fics! I didn't know I needed that until you wrote about it <3

Could you maybe write something about Eddie's Queen not feeling very well? I know it's a super vague idea but I'm also sure I would love whatever you make out of it.

Thank you<3

Thank you very much for your request! Because you are the only request I received, I sincerely hope you enjoy this.

Info to request. Bastard King! Eddie x Queen!Reader Word Count: 1k Warnings: Mentions of nudism (not in a sexual manner). All Rights Reserved. The author, me, does not allow any type of copy or adaption.

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Eddie's favourite part of the day consisted of strolling outside the main parlour during his duties as a king, listening to your soothing voice and chuckles while you handled interactions with other kingdoms. Eddie appreciated the way you were able to keep faithful allies in the kingdom you both shared by being pleasant to the wives of other kings. And he did everything he could to express his gratitude for having such an intellectual and loving wife.

However, as Eddie proceeded along the corridor, listening to numerous employees remind him of his responsibilities for the day, he came to a halt in front of the salon's door. His palm flew into the air in an attempt to halt those speaking to him. Silence descended on him as soon as he made such a motion. He couldn't hear his wife's voice. As a result, he moved closer to the locked door, laying his ear against it in the hope of hearing your peaceful voice. Nonetheless, it was obvious that the room was deserted.

"Where's my wife?" He inquired, looking around at his staff, who, of course, had no idea where she was. Fortunately, Dustin stepped along the corridor at the same time, his eyes widening as he caught Eddie's stare. "Come on over here." Dustin obeyed commands, dropping his head respectfully before looking him in the eyes. "Where's my wife?"

Dustin bit his bottom lip and peered around uneasily. "The Queen has cancelled the meetings she had this morning." Eddie furrowed his brows, crossing his arms in front of his chest, waiting for Dusting to carry on. "She awoke not feeling well." Eddie pondered this. He normally got out of bed before you, and when he kissed your forehead before leaving your shared bedroom, he managed not to wake you up. Nonetheless, your face appeared calm that morning, with no hint of suffering. "We were going to inform you, my King." Dustin seemed to have read his mind. "Ultimately, the Queen requested our silence so as not to worry you."

Eddie groaned, stroking the area between his eyes with his fingertips. "I sincerely appreciate your devotion to my wife." His voice was kind. "But, please, whatever happens to her, I must know." Dustin nodded as he swallowed. He had wanted to tell Eddie, but you had looked at him with those eyes of yours, pleading with him to preserve your secret, and he had found himself doing so. Eddie squeezed his shoulder with his hand. "Thank you for looking after her while I couldn't." Dustin nodded and grinned. "Is she present in our chambers?" The youngest simply nodded. "Great." His employees turned around, expecting orders. "Please, I trust you all have the ability to complete the plans on your own. Those that demand my presence, I shall postpone." No one dared inform him that he was in charge of numerous responsibilities. "In that case, I trust Max to provide insight into serious matters, and you must follow her decision." Eddie's eyes opened all around him, but he knew Max was an intellectual person, and he had found himself conversing with her about the kingdom on several occasions. "Dustin," he said, oblivious to the other men departing. "I'd like some privacy on the north wing. My wife will be cared for by me. I'll contact them if I need assistance." Dustin nodded swiftly, ready to depart to alert the other staff.

Eddie took a deep breath and moved towards the north wing. He hoped you weren't too unwell, but if you requested for your chores to be cancelled, he realised you were probably quite sick.

He felt his palms sweaty as he approached your bedroom door, and two women standing outside promptly bowed as they spotted their king. Eddie smiled at them, thanking them for looking after his wife and assuring them that he would be the one to look after her. They nodded, bowing once more as they walked away.

Then, Eddie knocked three times on the enormous doors before quietly opening them as soon as he had your permission to enter.

His heart ached as he examined you, sitting on the bed, back supported by numerous pillows, skin shimmering from sweat. "Oh, sweetheart," he said as he took a step closer. "What were you guys going to do?" Inside the room, two maids declared that they had prepared warm water for your bath. "I will be bathing my wife." The maids reddened as they nodded. "I'll also be taking care of her, so your assistance won't be required much today. Nonetheless, I'd like to request a bucket of cold water and a meal for her. Something that won't make her stomach upset." As they closed the door behind them, the maids lowered their heads and smiled quietly.

"Eddie, what exactly are you doing here?"

"In sickness and in health." Was his response as he moved closer to your side of the bed, his hands rapidly encircling and gripping yours. "What happened, my sweetheart?"

"I awoke feeling good." He praised himself for correctly predicting your demeanour before leaving for work. "But as I was getting ready, I felt as if I was going to pass out." Your voice was pretty gruff. "I had to sit down right away." Your face looked worn out, and your hairline was sweaty as he tried to push your hair back.

"Why didn't you send for me, sweetheart?" His puppy eyes were filled with concern as he gazed upon you.

"I knew you were busy." You sighed, attempting to become more comfortable against the bed. "I didn't want you to be concerned or stressed about me."

Eddie chuckled and shook his head as he continued to caress your hair, unconcerned with the perspiration. "I will always worry and stress about you over trivial matters." He clasped your hand again. This time, he brought it closer to his mouth for a kiss. "Because I'm in love with you." Eddie was quick to sweep a tear away with the hand that had been caressing your hair. He laughed. "How does taking a bath sound?"

"Bewitching." The garments stuck to your skin, thereby making you eager to bathe, put on fresh clothing, and ideally sleep on fresh bedding. "I'm feeling filthy." Eddie couldn't help but kiss the tip of your nose as you scrunched it.

"Let's go, then, sweetheart." With a grunt from you, he helped you up from the bed, supporting all of your weight with his body while your legs shook. "Slowly, there's no need to rush." Eddie despised seeing you like this, groaning and feeble. "It's all right, sweetheart. You'll feel a lot better after this." He kissed your forehead and led you to the bathroom.

Eddie put you down on a small chair inside the bathroom, and after making sure you were okay, he moved towards the bath, sinking his hand into the water to make sure it was still warm. Then he returned to where you were seated. "Do you want me to help you undress?" His brows raised in worry, and when you nodded your head and extended your arms, he grinned, pleased with the trust and closeness you two shared. "Can I undress you?" You nodded again, knowing Eddie always guaranteed your approval. "Words, sweetheart."

"Undress me, Eddie." Such remarks would ordinarily thrill him, but not in this scenario.

Eddie slipped your nightie off meticulously and gently, not shocked by your absence of undergarments as was customary. Following that, he grasped your elbows and guided your weight to the bath, ensuring you dipped in without injuring yourself. You groaned as soon as your body was engulfed by warm water, your muscles loosening. "Oh, this feels good." You shut your eyes and allowed Eddie, who was still clutching one of your arms, to pour water over your shoulders and the back of your neck. "It feels so good, Eddie." He kissed your forehead again because he couldn't stop himself. "I'm going to change the bed sheets, okay?" You simply nodded. "I'm going to leave the door open in case you need anything." His hand brushed across the top of your head. "And just to make sure I can see you from there." Another kiss on your brow before he departed for the bedroom, and thank goodness he could see you while changing the sheets and pillows.

After a few minutes, you were dressed in new garments, and your body felt great while resting on fresh sheets. Eddie quickly replaced them on the bed before returning to the bathroom to give you a short wash and dry.

"You feel better now?" Eddie brushed your bottom lip with the spoon, attempting to feed you as much as he could. You nodded your head, opening your mouth. When you informed him you hadn't eaten anything since this morning, he nearly went insane. He had also applied mint to your chest to help you breathe better.

"Thank you." You smiled at him.

"In sickness and in health, sweetheart."

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[depressedbagpipe]

Ka-Chaow (Charles Leclerc x female!reader)

Chapter one

Words: 3310 Warnings: mentions of alcohol and being drunk (guys, please, don't drink alcohol), some anxiety thrown in there, a couple of bad words, google-translated italian A/N: it's lights out and away we go! welcome to my crazy world in which i got into f1 right when the season was ending and now i can't wait to see every race. also, cause I'm still kinda new and I'm not Italian, any mistakes that i make in regards of *everything*, feel free to correct me, and be nice about it ;) A/N (II): italics are thoughts and phone calls and the email, bold and italics are messages, just bold is the location ;)

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Chapter one

London, November 18th, 2022

The weight of my bag was the only thing preventing me from sprinting to my desk. Several manuscripts I had yet to finish, together with my laptop, and all my personal items, hung from my shoulder as I made my way into Mr. Williamson’s wing. I cringed at the sound of my heels over the polished floors, making various heads turn my way as I sprinted by as fast as I could. 

Eventually, I got to my desk, conveniently placed just outside Mr. Williamson’s office. The slight clutter was hastily thrown away with a flick of my wrist, making space for my bag, and turning my computer on at sprint time. A quick glance at the office before me told me Mr. Williamson hadn’t arrived yet. Thankfully. 

Checking my wristwatch, I sighed in relief at the time. 

9:32 am. New record. 

Now relaxed, I took a seat in my uncomfortable chair and started typing away on the keyboard, going over all the emails and meetings I had to schedule for the day. 

Half an hour later, Mr. Williamson showed up.

‘Good morning,’ he said in his usual hoarse morning voice.

‘Good morning, Mr. Williamson, would you like your usual coffee order?’ I asked in rehearsed practice.

‘Yes, please,’ he responded, struggling to open his office's glass door.

‘You gotta push,’ I noted while I grabbed my coat and my wallet, trying not to laugh.

‘Right,’ he grumbled, finally opening the door and leaving it open. 

He stumbled a bit over the expensive rug, looking around before taking a seat on his bigger and far more luxurious desk. His briefcase fell over when he placed it on it, dangling over the edge, and only once he was fully seated, I left my post.

That’s how every morning went for the past year. I would arrive in time –usually–, be ready at my desk until Mr. Williamson came in late –usually–, make sure he got to his seat in one piece, and go down to the ground floor where the company’s private Starbucks had its own space. 

One Americano, and one iced vanilla latte to go, please. Once again, those words were deeply burned in my memory. 

‘How is he doing this morning?’ Jeremy, the morning barista, asked as he took the order.

I shrugged, swiping the company card over the payment terminal. ‘Still pissed off drunk.’

‘So, the usual?’ he chuckled, motioning me to the end of the bar while Amanda, his workmate, made the drinks.

We both leaned over the counter separating us, talking in hushed voices, so the other customers wouldn’t listen to our conversation.

‘Honestly, I don’t know how much he can go on like this. I’m starting to feel bad for the guy.’

‘Girl, he cheated on his wife, and she rightfully left him. If he deals with his own mistakes by getting wasted every night, it’s up to him,’ Jeremy sent me a pointed look.

I bit my lip. ‘I know, but you should see him. It stopped being funny eight months ago. Do you know how many meetings I had to reschedule because he wouldn’t even pick up his phone? And I don’t mean his personal phone, I mean the company phone in his office. All he has to do is press a single button and talk,’ I winced at the memory.

‘Here you go, have a nice day!’ Amanda gave me the drinks, and I smiled gratefully at her. 

‘Well, as soon as he keeps ordering Americanos, I’m not complaining. I’ve doubled my hours here solely based on his caffeine ingest. And you know how much I need the money, so he better keep those orders coming,’ Jeremy winked.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. ‘If he ends up in rehab, I’ll blame you.’

He shrugged. ‘Fine by me. He’s an asshole.’

I laughed with a small shake of my head. ‘Bye, Jeremy! See you in a couple of hours!’

Getting back into the elevator, I made a mental note of everything that had to be done that morning. Meetings, meetings, and more meetings, until either Mr. Williamson got fed up and left, or I dropped in exhaustion for a quick nap.

The walk back to my desk felt longer than usual, the hefty workload of the week finally catching up to me as it normally did every Friday. I left my own coffee on my desk and quickly gave my boss his Americano, to which he merely responded with a grunt. He had his sunglasses on and was massaging his temples as if his life depended on it. 

Making a face at his state, I bent down and took off my heels, knowing the constant clicking would be painful in his hungover head, and went back to my desk, making sure the door to his office was closed. Grabbing the phone, I was quick to cancel the first meeting he had in ten minutes.

With a sigh, I grabbed one of the manuscripts and resumed my reading, reading every page twice and making sure no typo was missed. 

It was both a blessing and a curse, working at Ink’n’Paper. We were one of the world’s leading publishing houses on all sorts of literature, and consequently, the huge workload that we bore was overwhelming. Ink’n’Paper had been my first and only real job in the publishing industry, starting as an inexperienced intern and working my way up until I became the assistant of a household name in Historical Non-Fiction. It hadn’t exactly been my first option, non-fiction, but the pay was good, and I was desperate to prove myself. Next thing I knew, it had been three years since I’d started, and I was pretty much the only one making sure the whole department didn’t burn down due to my boss’ sudden neglect.

It was a few hours later, still sometime before the end of my workday, that I –or rather, Mr. Williamson– received the email. I had been managing all his accounts ever since the very first day he stumbled into the office completely drunk, Vodka bottle in hand, and screamed how much of a cunt everybody was on that floor, and then passed out on his rug, not before puking all over himself. After the embarrassment and degrading task of cleaning, not only him, but his rug too, I had taken over his entire life, managing even his dental care appointments for him, knowing he wouldn’t even be showing up to half of them.

I was surprised at the sender, for the name was oddly familiar. Maurizio Arrivabene.

Frowning, I quietly opened the message.

‘Buonasera, Stephen. I know it’s been a while, but as you’ll understand, these past few years have been a rollercoaster here. I was actually thinking about your past offer, and I know I’m a year too late, but I would love to look into it more. I’ll be in London next week after the season’s over, maybe you’d like to have some coffee (or tea, whichever you prefer), and talk about the book? I know here at Ferrari we need some push, whatever results we get this weekend. I look forward to hearing from you soon. Take care, Stephen. Sincerely, Maurizio.’

I widened my eyes at the email. Maurizio Arrivabene. Ferrari’s old team principal. I quickly gathered my planner and a pen and pushed open Mr. Williamson’s office door. Thankfully for me, he now seemed much better.

‘Sorry, Mr. Williamson?’ I took a few tentative steps toward him.

‘Yes?’ he lowered his spectacles, halting his typing on his keyboard.

‘You’ve received an email from one Maurizio Arrivabene,’ I pronounced his name in a heavy accent, the same way my dad would whenever he talked about his homeland. ‘Something about a book offer, maybe?’ 

His face broke into a smile. ‘Oh, Maurizio!’ he stood up from his seat. ‘I haven’t spoken to him in a while! How is he?’ he asked me. He still reeked of cheap alcohol.

‘I don’t know, sir, but he wants to meet with you next week.’

He clapped. ‘Fantastic, schedule a meeting with him.’

I coughed. ‘Well, the thing is, he sent an email to you, directly. I believe he’d like something more casual,’ I said, yet I opened my planner to check his schedule.

‘Well, then, I shall phone him immediately!’ he grabbed the phone on his desk, and rapidly frowned. ‘What’s his number again?’

I pursed my lips. ‘He didn’t write any, sir. I think you shall write to him directly.’

‘Of course! Let me just…’ he sat back down and typed something on his computer. ‘What was my email again?’

I groaned soundlessly, quietly making my way to him and fastly typing his correct credentials. Standing closer to him, I noticed the many wrinkles in his suit and the many hair strands that fell on the wrong side of his side part. Shaking my head, I pointed at the email.

‘There it is.’

‘Okay, when am I free for tea?’ he responded after a few seconds, his eyes reading over the words.

‘Well, you did cancel three meetings with the entire Editorial Department so… I rescheduled them for next week, but you should be free Friday afternoon after work,’ I checked all the time slots available, scribbling down the possible dates.

‘Why couldn’t we meet on a weekend? We don’t work on weekends,’ he said.

I paused. ‘You don’t work on weekends. I do. And I’m guessing this is a possible job offer, therefore counting it as part of the workweek at least allows you a free meal covered as company’s expenses,’ I recited off my head. Too many times I have said that.

Mr. Williamson widened his eyes. ‘That’s brilliant! You’re right, let’s schedule for next Thursday.’

‘Friday.’

‘Friday. Wow, who taught you that?’ 

‘You did, sir.’

‘Well, I’m a genius, then.’

‘If only you were sober enough to realize that,’ I muttered as I finished writing on my planner. Louder, I replied. ‘Remember to save the day and respond to the man. Don’t keep him waiting.’

I walked back to the door. Mr. Williamson nodded his head. ‘Will do!’

With another sigh, I sat back on my chair, cracking my fingers before typing in the response to Maurizio Arrivabene on behalf of Mr. Williamson, and making sure to set reminders in his calendar for every day of the week until his tea date. 

The pay is good, at least. 

—

‘You should have seen him. I mean, he’s like a toddler!’ I complained from my spot on the couch. 

‘I don’t know how you keep working like that, you’re basically a babysitter at this point,’ my mother said from the other side of the phone.

I hummed in agreement, looking up at my feet. They dangled from the other end of the couch, as I took up the entire space by laying down. ‘Honestly, I don’t know what to do. I told Rosanna from Human Resources to notify me whenever there was a new vacancy, but it’s been months.’

‘Honey, I can’t tell you what to do, but do you think head editor is the right job for you?’ she asked. 

I stopped. ‘I think so. I mean, I’m good at it.’

‘Yes, but do you like it?’

I paused again. 

That question had been roaming in my mind for months. At first, the job had been nice. Reading manuscripts for a living, correcting the mistakes, meeting with the authors, and getting to know them first-hand… Again, maybe historical non-fiction wasn’t what I originally envisioned my future like, but the pay was good enough to get me my own apartment and to live independently. At the rate the economy was going, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. 

But then Mr. Williamson had suddenly neglected his own job when his life started spiraling down, and I had been the unfortunate soul to try and collect the pieces of his broken person. I was suddenly managing, not only my life, but his, and needless to say, he wasn’t an easy person to handle. Despite the many conversations to get him to sober up, every morning was a complete wild card, not knowing whether he would even show up, and if he did, would he be conscious enough to work.

On the bright side, thanks to his many absences, I had learned how to manage the editorial department pretty much completely on my own. I knew the names of every single worker, even the janitors and the night guards working late shifts. I had written, rewritten, corrected, presented, contacted, hired, fired, and despite knowing I was perfect for said role, my heart still longed for something different. The reason why I even had studied Creative Writing all along. 

‘But only writing doesn’t pay the bills’, Mr. Williamson had said one morning, a month into my newly appointed role as his assistant. And ever since then, I had almost forgotten about my own dream of becoming a novelist. 

‘What do you think I should do, then?’ I asked her.

‘Honey, you’re old enough to make your own decisions,’ she laughed.

‘Mom, I need your advice! I know I’m old enough but right now I’m at a crossroads!’ I complained, lifting my arm and covering my eyes with it. 

‘You know what I think about writing for a living,’ she mused.

I groaned. ‘Yeah, I know it’s not your cup of tea, but I promise, I’m good. Great, even.’

‘I wouldn’t know, you never let me read anything.’

‘Well, yeah, it’s embarrassing.’

‘You need to get over that eventually, honey.’

‘It’s easier said than done,’ I sighed. ‘Besides, everything I have written so far was just reports and boring commercial synopsis for historical books, unless you really wanna read that…’

‘Honey, whatever you choose to do, just make sure it makes you happy. And that at least you’re getting money out of it.’

I took a deep breath. ‘I think I need to sleep this one over.’

‘It’s probably for the best. Let me know, whatever you do,’ my mother said. ‘I gotta go now, book club starts in fifteen minutes and I still gotta walk by Linda’s house to return her copy. Will you be fine?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Good. Wait, your dad wants to talk.’

‘Great.’

‘Hey, chicken pie!’ I chuckled at my dad’s voice.

‘Hi, dad,’ I smiled.

His tone was excited. ‘You’re seeing the practice?’

I nodded before answering, my eyes glancing at the TV, where the first day of race weekend was airing from the Yas Marina circuit. ‘Of course, I am. Not paying much attention, though.’

‘Well, nothing interesting so far. You wanna FaceTime tomorrow for quali?’

‘Yes, please,’ I groaned in delight. ‘I wish I could be there to watch it with you, though.’

I could hear his smile through the phone. ‘It’s alright, chicken pie, I know you’re busy lately. Everything alright with your boss?’

I could hear my mom yelling at him in the background of the call. 

I bit my lip. ‘Ask mom, she got all the details. Shouldn’t you be leaving for book club too?’

It was his turn to groan. ‘Don’t remind me.’

I laughed. ‘What was it?’

‘To Kill a Mockingbird. No bird in it.’

I audibly laughed at him. ‘Please, don’t say that out loud, you’ll be banished from the club.’

‘Oh, what a pity would that be,’ he said in his most mischievous voice possible. ‘Wish me luck, Principessa.’

‘Ciao, Papà!’ I laughed, finally ending the call in a fit of giggles. 

Shaking my head, I leaned my head back on the pillow and continued watching the practice, remembering the puzzling email addressed to Mr. Williamson. 

Multiple explanations littered my head as to how on earth Mr. Williamson knew someone as Maurizio Arrivabene, both from such different spheres, but then again, Stephen Williamson had always been a renowned author and an even bigger editor. It was possible that both men had coincided at some point in history, but I tried not to dwell much on it. I had a week until I found out what the fuzz was about. 

Groaning again once the free practice was over, I finally stood up from my couch and walked towards the small kitchen, opening the fridge in hopes to find something available to eat. Some leftovers caught my eye, and with a shrug, I took them out, threw them in the microwave, and sat down back on the couch once the food was warm enough to eat. 

Browsing through HBO for something to see, I settled on my annual rewatch of Parks and Recreation, anything to get my mind off the horrible week I just had. 

My phone pinging broke me out of my daze. Wiping my hand clean on my dirty pajamas, I quickly read over my friend Angela’s message.

‘You shouldn’t check Alec’s Instagram story, but I also think you should.’

With a frown I opened the app, seeing the familiar purple-ish circle around my ex-boyfriend’s face. The video was enough to bring a few tears to my eyes. His arm was around some other girl, and her crimson-painted lips left stains all over his cheek. His smile was wide, and he looked quite happy, wherever he was. 

I rapidly closed the app off, throwing my phone to the other end of the couch, now in desperate need of a glass of wine just to forget what I had just seen.

Breaking up with Alec had been hard, but seeing him off with someone else was even harder. Not only two months ago we were talking about living together, and now it felt like I was seeing a stranger through my screen. My job had been slowly taking over every aspect of my personal life too, and while I couldn’t blame Alec for feeling neglected all of a sudden, especially after three years together, it still hurt. I still missed him every night, morning, and any other time in between. He had been my best friend for so long, and one of my main pillars ever since I stumbled out of college, completely lost, and in frantic need of guidance in the adult world. We were both still kids that had become adults together, and I was having a harder time than I wanted to admit to trying to forget about him. 

Taking a big breath, I closed my eyes, touching the soft couch in an attempt to ground myself. 

Big breath in, big breath out. 

After a few minutes, I felt myself calm enough, resuming my dinner and my binge-watching, now more than ever desperate for sleep after the intense day. Technically I had every weekend off, but I still had many manuscripts and emails to send the next day, thankfully from the comfort of my own home. 

It was only in bed that I allowed myself to relax, turning off my phone, and grabbing my crochet set. It was a habit I had picked up lately, something so far out of my field of expertise, yet so relaxing once I got the hang of things. Working on my silly bucket hat every night before sleep was pretty much the highlight of my existence. And I was so invested in it, that only after I was finally done with it I realized I had been sitting for three hours in the same position, my eyelids dropping and my back hurting. Getting the needles out of the way, I finally laid in bed, and it only took a few minutes to fall soundlessly asleep.

—

A week later I found myself in the same position, crocheting a summer top in my bed, late in the evening after yet another exhausting week, when I received Mr. Williamson’s message. 

‘Book a flight to Italy. We’re going to Maranello.’

Next chapter

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[widowbitessting]

Sugar Mommies Pt.11

Whoops, my hand slipped...

Consider this the last sort of suitable chapter for work as the next uploads I’ll have to start posting an 18+ warning💋

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.6.5 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10

“MJ, where are you?” 

“The silver car…on your left, Y/N. Your other left dude!”

You turn to see her waving from the back of an Uber and you quickly make your way over to the car.

It hasn’t stopped raining once. 

You clamber into the car, subtly checking the document is still hidden away.

MJ looks at you.

You look at MJ.

The Uber driver looks at the two of you.

“Back home?” he asks. 

MJ nods. “Yeah, thanks.”

The car pulls into Drive and as you pull away, you glance back at the building one more time.

You’re all silent for a few minutes until you stop at a red light and MJ pokes your shoulder.

“Hiiiii.” She smiles at you.

“I swear to God if you’re about to tell me that you lied about locking yourself out, I’ll actually break your nose.”

She holds her hands up.

“Why so testy, huh? Did I interrupt something…saucy?”

“God you’re an idiot.” You say, smacking her arm. “No, you didn’t.”

“Why are you so pissy then?” She looks at your clothes. “Those aren’t your clothes either! Did you score?”

You look at her, mortified before glancing at the Uber driver who is either not interested in your conversation or just isn’t listening. 

“If you must know, they lent me some clothes because I went to class without a coat.” You tell her. “I didn’t ‘score’ either. We just watched a movie with some dinner.”

“Annnnnd…”

You nibble your lip. 

“Maybe kissed a little bit too?”

MJ squeals and you can’t help but laugh. 

“You kissed them?! Wait! Just one or all three of them?”

That catches the Uber’s attention and he glances back at you both in the wing mirror. 

“I kissed all of them…”

“You!” She slaps your arm repeatedly. “And you tried to tell me you didn’t score! How was it? Are they good kissers? ”

“You really want me to tell you all this in an Uber?”

MJ smirks. 

“Yeah-” 

“Don’t worry, I’m not listening.” 

The two of you are quick to look at the driver who is already putting his headphones in. 

“Gossip away, ladies.” 

MJ gives you a look that says, “Go on.”

“So all this happened because I forgot my coat…”

“Of course.”

“…and Carol ended up splashing me with her car…”

“Which one is she?”

“The blonde one.”

“Damn, she’s hot.”

“You think that for all of them.” You deadpan her. 

“So do you, Y/N/N.”

“Funny.” You smile. “Anyway, so she got me into her car -“

“You fucked!”

“MJ!”

“Sorry, sorry. But did you?”

“No. I didn’t, MJ. How desperate for sex do you think I am?”

“Well, I mean…how long has it been since you last got laid?” 

Is it bad that you can’t even remember the last time?

“Not important.” You say. “And what makes you think I want to fuck them?”

MJ looks at you.

“Numerous reasons. 1: They’re ridiculously hot, I’d sleep with them but they’re clearly very intrigued with you. 2: I’m sure it’s the Sugar Mommy/Sugar Baby code. You gotta bump uglies sometimes to get the goods.”

You let out a laugh.

“What’s number 3?”

“I’ll get back to you with that one.” MJ smiles. “Continue your story, please.”

“Well, She brought me back to theirs. I showered, got changed into some dry clothes…we had some dinner and watched a film. And then kissed a little.” 

“I think I might cry; I’m so proud.” 

“Shut up.”

“Who did you kiss first?”

“Carol.”

“Ohh, is she your favourite?”

“No. I like them all equally.”

“Hey, I’m not judging, I just wanna know how this type of relationship works.”

“Me either.” You reply before quickly adding: “It’s not a relationship.”

This piques MJ’s interest. 

“Oh? What is it then?”

“It’s…it’s,” Oh God, what even is it? “They’re sugar mommies, aren’t they? That's all this is.”

“Have they told you not to get your feelings involved?”

“…no?”

They might say so in the document sticking to your skin.

“Sounds like a budding relationship to me.”

“Shut up.” You say but no matter how hard you try, you can’t keep the smile off your face. 

Was it such a bad thing if a relationship came from this? 

The rest of the Uber, mercifully, was quiet. MJ, without any more questions to pester you with, absentmindedly flipped through one of her favourite books, re-reading parts she favoured; while you chose to stare out of the window and watched as the city went by until you got back home. 

As you walk up the stairs to your apartment, MJ nudges you with her shoulder.

“You’ll tell me, won’t you?”

“Tell you what?” 

“Everything. Especially when you sleep with them.” 

“Of course I’ll tell you, MJ. We’re not best friends for nothing are we?” 

You get to the door and fish your keys from your bag, wiggling them in MJ’s face before unlocking the door and stepping inside. 

“I want all the details. All the juicy details.” 

“That is disgusting, MJ.” 

“I am who I am; you wouldn’t change me for anything would you?” 

“I mean, there’s a few kinks I’d switch out…”

You manage to dodge out of the way when she swipes at you; you now beeline for your bedroom. 

“Thanks for saving me, Y/N! I owe you one! Even if you do still owe me a hot chocolate!”

“I’ll get it for you one day, promise!” 

And with that, you finally shut the door in your bedroom and let out a sigh. 

You let your head fall back until it thuds softly against the door. 

The document you’re still holding close to you feels very heavy against you. 

When you peel it from yourself, you find a few of the pages have been wrinkled after being squished against you. 

You try to smooth them out before putting the paperwork on your bed. 

You’re suddenly not sure what to do with yourself. 

Finding yourself drawn to your phone.

You send a quick text to the group chat to let them know you got home safe and that your hero duties were fulfilled. 

Natasha texts you back first. 

Natasha (19:07): Glad you got back okay, hero. Get some rest and drink plenty. We miss you. Xx

Y/N (19:07): I miss you guys too. I can call an Uber back and come over again?🥺

Natasha (19:08): Carol and I have had to handcuff Wanda to the bed to stop her from coming to get you. Three times she tried, Y/N. THREE times. Xx

Y/N (19:09): Wow. I want to come back over even more now…

Natasha (19:09): Oh? Is our girl getting a little more confident now she’s kissed us?

Y/N (19:09): Maybe

Natasha (19:10): Well, miss maybe, the sooner you read that document, the sooner you can be in Wanda’s place. If you have any questions, call us please x

Y/N (19:10): Are you guys free tomorrow? I wanna take you guys out for…

Shit, should you say date?

Y/N (19:10): Are you guys free tomorrow? I wanna take you guys out as a thanks for saving my butt today. And it’s my treat, remember😋

Natasha (19:12): I believe we are in the afternoon - I have a meeting in the morning and Wanda has the dentist later in the afternoon. Does 1pm work for you? It would be a good distraction for her too. She hates going. 

Y/N (19:13): That works for me😊Aw does she?

Natasha (19:13): Perfect. We will pick you up at 1. And yes, she’s a huge child when it comes to the dentist. You’ll witness that tomorrow. See you then, kotenok❤️ 

Y/N (19:14): Lol can’t wait! See you tomorrow! I’ll have a think of where we can go❤️

Natasha (19:14): No need, zolotse. It’s our turn to think of something. Just bring yourself and your purse okay?❤️

Y/N (19:15): Okay!❤️

You look up from your phone and then at the document.

What a day. 

You best get reading.

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[babybluebex]

is it weird that one of the hottest parts of the video of Joe meeting Metallica to me is that it looks like they gave him in-ear monitors when he was playing and it makes him look an actual proper musician and made me 🥵🥵 at the idea of actual rockstar musician joe

ugh rockstar joe is so special (yes this is a headcanon list deal with it) ((also let's suspend disbelief and say that he's in metallica bc YEAH THAT'S HOT))

rockstar!joe is one of those rockstars that doesn't look the part

like he doesn't have tattoos or piercings, he just looks like Some Guy

like if you passed him on the street, you'd never know that his band headlined lollapalooza lmao

"sorry to this man but idk who he is" type energy

he's one of the guitarists ofc

he's always noodling away on his guitar

if he has it in his hands, he's playing something, even if he's just playing random chords

holds his pick between his lips when he needs to do something with both hands

at home, he's always got jazz music playing

he's not an elitist at all, but he's definitely studied the history of rock and roll and where the roots of his music style come from, and he appreciates jazz music

always has it playing in the house and he'll like sing the guitar part he would put it

he does that a lot

listening to a song on the radio and he goes "i'd put in a guitar line here, it would go like this" and sings it

now's a good time to say that he's a good singer

he's a little anxious about it, though, so he doesn't sing at concerts, stays pretty away from the mic

he only sings with you, when you're in the car or at home

he'll put on good music and dance with you and sing with you

he writes songs about you but he doesn't show them to anyone bc he doesn't think they'll work as like heavy metal/metallica songs

at home, he has a special room that has all of his guitars and amps and everything, and he spends a lot of time there working

sometimes he'll spend all day in his special little studio room, only coming out for dinner

"good day?' you ask and he nods "what did you work on?" "oh, you know, just working on some songs"

going to his concerts and they're stadium shows, and he likes having you by his side as much as possible

getting a VIP pass and hanging in the green room with joe and everyone in the band

james hetfield is 100% totally obsessed with you, loves calling you "the missus" even though you and joe aren't married

getting to stand offstage and watch soundcheck and joe keeps flashing silly faces at you

you make heart hands at him and you can see his grin and blush all the way from the wings

during concerts, joe performs pretty much like eddie, stanced up, headbanging his curls around as he focuses on playing

he's always losing picks bc he'll toss them into the crowd after like EVERY song

he gets special things printed on his picks like his initials or whatever and signs a bunch bc he KNOWS he's gonna be tossing them into the crowd

after shows, he is DRAINED and all sweaty and collapses into you all jokingly "hold me, i'm gonna pass out" but he's fine

but after show sex… oh my god

his adrenaline is high and he’s getting you in the hotel bed as quick as possible

he’ll be a little feral when fucking you after a concert, nipping at your neck as he ruts into you

can’t even undress all the way type fuck

but once he’s made sure you’ve cum like 3 times, he’s kissing you all sweet and telling you stories about what happened during the concert

“james was telling jokes over the monitors the entire time, did you see me laughing? i feel like you could see me laughing”

“i fucked up during master of puppets, my fingers just stopped working and i completely forgot it”

“i almost tripped at one point, did you see it?”

he’s just so excited to tell you all about it

golden retriever rockstar

yeah that’s all i’ve got rn

#bex answers #anon ask #bex’s drabbles #joseph quinn rpf #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #*my writing

[singofsolace]

Taking a minor break from my Ted Lasso spiraling to mention:

I've been listening to the West Wing Weekly Podcast while I clean and do chores, to help my brain actually accomplish said chores, and about 15 minutes into the Two Cathedrals (Part One) episode, I was stopped in my tracks by the discussion I was hearing.

Lawrence O'Donnell is talking about how he basically got accidentally cast as Jed Bartlet's (physically abusive) father, after simply reading the role at the table read one day like he'd done for many guest parts before in his capacity as a producer. Then he says:

"At the end of the read through, the women in the cast start coming up to me--Allison Janney first, followed by Janel Moloney--and saying pretty much the same thing, which is 'Oh my god, that was really scary what you did.' And I didn't know what I had done, because my take on this, being from my kind of tough-guy Boston Irish neighborhood, was: this is the nicest dad I've ever seen. [Josh Malina and Hrishi Hirway, who are listening, laugh]. That's who I was playing...

"You know, first of all, he's this educated man and he only hit the kid once! That is unheard of in St. Brendan's parish, where I grew up. [...] In those days, you know, this was all before any books had been written about child-rearing, and nobody knew you weren't supposed to hit them--nobody knew that...

"So, that's the world I'm from, and so really, I mean it when I say to you, this guy read to me as a guy of real erudition and class and all that stuff, several classes above the class that I grew up in, and so the notion that he just gives the kid a wack in a moment was no big deal to me, and somewhere in that, of course, was the terror that Allison Janney and Janel were seeing. Like, 'oh my god, this guy doesn't even--he does it [hits the kid], and it's second nature to him, it's like nothing.'

"And the other part I didn't know, when Tommy Schlamme saw that, he leaned in to Aaron at the end of the episode and said: 'that's what I want in Bartlet's father.’ Now, he didn't mean me--the actor--not at all. That's just the performance [he wanted] and Aaron said 'yeah, that's what we need.'"

~~~

So I'm listening to Lawrence O'Donnell tell this story while I wash some dishes, and I'm just thinking... can you imagine being Allison or Janel at that table read, thinking it was an “acting choice” that he made, only to come to the sudden realization by talking to him that it wasn't a choice at all?? Like, how chilling is that?

At first I thought: Clearly, since Allison and Janel were so disturbed by his performance at the table read, and then more disturbed by the discovery that it was not his intention to disturb anyone, there was a major cultural shift that must’ve happened between O'Donnell's childhood and theirs, but then I looked it up, and Allison is only seven years younger than Lawrence O'Donnell. They grew up in practically the same time, and were raised by the same generation of parents!

And sure, you could argue that gender might be a major factor here, (that certainly seems to be what Lawrence is suggesting, at least), and that Allison and Lawrence were likely raised by two completely different "types" of parents, but still. Something about the casual way O'Donnell discusses specifically the women being scared by his performance makes my stomach a little queasy. Is he therefore saying none of the men in the cast were disturbed? None of them felt the same way as Allison and Janel? Or is he just highlighting the 'terror' in their reactions specifically because it...what...? Surprised him that the women would be scared by a physically abusive father being portrayed by one of their producers as "the nicest dad [he'd] ever seen"?

I'm not sure I'm effectively communicating my point, or even if I have a point, I'm just feeling a bit sick to my stomach, and wanted to write it all out. Does anyone else have thoughts on this?

#the west wing #Lawrence O'Donnell #allison janney #janel moloney #abuse tw

[pearldog30]

Alejandro Vargas head Cannon

Here's my bestest of boy Alejandro hcs as always this is going to be more on the realistic side and I hope you enjoy this y'all have been so kind with the head cannons (also State tune for all my soap lovers out there he's going to be next)

Some other HCS for my boys 👉Master list

Warnings| a very slight mention of violence I guess you could say. Other than that none that I know of!

When I tell you I spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to find a love song for him I REALLY DID THIS MF WAS DIFFICULT (anyways song by Sam Smith fire on fire) but you know what the second it came on it fit him perfectly

WHEN I TELL YOU THIS MF IS EXTREMELY HOT HEADED! he really is the littlest things really bother him. (it's never you though, or anything you do, so you don't have to worry about it.) all you hear from him is loud cursing/how he could have done it better and faster.

A lot like Simon he's used to being in control of things because he's a commander, so he's used to having people under his wing to look after. So when he's home he can't help but try to take control of everything, because he doesn't want you to worry. (you have to constantly remind him you're not on the field/base, and it's okay to back off, and just sit back.)

As expected he has tons of guilt, from fallen soldiers. he has to watch over so this often has him in a depressed state, because he feels like he could have done something to prevent all of it. he's a protector by heart so when he can't protect those soldiers, even though they knew what they were getting into, it still pains him. it often has him questioning if he's even good for Las Almas/you. if he can't even protect his own. (which leads to him trying to push you away)

He sometimes experiences nightmares/night terrors. which has led to him jumping up in the middle of the night holding a knife to your throat, because he thought you were an enemy. (yeah he's not allowed to sleep around weapons anymore when he's on leave)

When I tell you this man is overprotective, I MEAN OVERPROTECTIVE! (low key a little possessive/jealous but not in the you can't go hang out, you can't have a job, type of away.) he loves you with his entire body, soul, and heart, what can I say he's a passionate and romantic lover.

I see him as having terrible patience. like man's fr fr needs to take a class on patients or some shit. (Also has terrible road rage can't tell me otherwise. That's why Rudy drives everywhere)

When y'all fight they usually turn into screaming yelling fights. because well a lot like the song he is fire, he's too damn stubborn, and hot headed, to see your side. until it either turns into you breaking down, (may or may not be a very spicy time) or until one of y'all back down, which is very rare because he don't like backing down.

But after each fight depending on what it was and when y'all finally have a minute to breathe. he'll come around feeling terrible/like a major asshole, on how he treated you and apologize. (even though he low-key hates it cuz he doesn't like admitting he was wrong even though he knows he is)

This might not come as a surprise, but he smokes a lot. (him Simon and price Bond over smoking breaks)

When I tell you this man gives measure HE WAS A DADDY'S BOY VIBES! HE REALLY DOES. like he was connected to his dad at the hip, which is why he is the way he is. and he's so passionate about everything especially his country/partners. he saw how his father treated his mother, and gave her Queen treatment. he knew that's how he wanted to treat his future partner/how partners should be treated. (you can think his father, for the Queen treatment you get.)

One thing that did surprised you. Was when you guys got together, is he actually didn't learn to cook from his mother. no he learned it from his father, he was always in the kitchen with his dad. looking at the way he always made his mother's favorite food, so it kind of turned into a love language for him as it was for his dad.

One thing that didn't surprise you though, is that he is a God damn handyman. anything you need he's right on it fixing it and will not accept help from anybody. (not even Rudy) he prides himself on being able to fix anything. But for some reason in the process he always somehow electrocutes himself no one knows how and you're getting concerned.

I could also see him being the kind of guy that would like purposely challenge everybody, beat them. and then challenge you, and lose to let you win, cuz he wants to see you happy it makes his entire day.

Love language physical touch, acts of service. (our boy fr fr doesn't know how to keep his hands off you, you practically have to pry him off of you, if you want to do anything.)

I'm going to end this off by saying OH MY FUCKIN GOD! y'all ate up the ghost fanfic I made. and honestly I low key was crying seeing how many of y'all really enjoyed it, thank you so much for that. and thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to read this, and enjoy this as well I hope. anyways reblogs and comments are always much appreciated!🖤

#alejandro vargas #alejandro mw2 #alejandro cod #mw2 headcanons #call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #head cannon #modern warfare #cod #cod alejandro #call of duty modern warfare #Youtube #modern warfare 2 #call of duty headcanons #call of duty

[hisui-cotton]

As a little intro, some spoilers ahead! This is a little post about Sugar Apple Fairy Tale and how surprised I was to have enjoyed it. It really is such a good show and I'd recommend it highly. I wrote this in two separate parts but felt it worked better as one larger post so if it's a little disconnected or repeats anything that'd be why. Enjoy!

To fully be honest though I’ve been in LOVE with Sugar Apple Fairy Tale. It’s finished up it’s second season and something about the way it ended makes me think there won't be another season but I wouldn't mind either way. It felt good the way it was. I constantly found myself thinking “YES GIRL SHOW ‘EM” as Anne, our protagonist, was met with more and more hurdles in her quests and she'd work as hard as she could to get around them every time. Sometimes events happened that she simply couldn’t avoid but instead of simply being a damsel or waiting for someone to save her she seems to always get up and ask herself “What can I do right now?” Each time the show beings to enter a trope it seems to lightly find a new way around it or plays into it a really nice way. No matter how it plays out it’s refreshing. Where I would have been upset about feeling like characters should be able to see certain turns coming or problems arising, it was way more engaging to let the story play into those things and be excited for how things would playout after (and maybe shout a few “Gah I knew it!” when I got really into it). Overall too it has this otome game sort of feeling to it’s story progression. Even though the main love interest is fairly clear there are moments that in an otome would definitely net some romance points for certain characters.

Something that surprised me about that is I really enjoyed every second of it. It’s hard to explain the full story of why, but I’ve really had a problem getting into Shoujo type stories lately. I play a lot of Otome, in random sporadic amounts, and something that I enjoy about those rather than general shojou stories is that there is a development of relationships and characters that feels fun. In going through common routes theres a chance to engage and really understand aspects of characters that you tend not to always get in shojous because the story is meant to develop specific relationships. There are times where multiple relationships develop but most of the time a linear story works on specific relationships because that tends to drive the story forward more easily and is usually what readers want to see. Even Otome tend to drive the relationships through the common route but ultimately focus on the single chosen relationship in the full routes. Nonetheless my favorite part of Otome is when everyone is hanging out together and were able to invest our time in getting to know everyone as much as we want and see them interact with each other. There’s also a bit of world building in these parts that I like because Otome always have such fun worlds.

Sugar Apple Fairy Tale though is the perfect mix of the Otome getting to know everyone, and then the main relationship of shoujo. Theres something super engaging about the way they wrote it that makes it both a bit predictable but not in a way that I disliked. Whenever I saw something coming I didn’t go “Gosh that was stupid, I knew from the start”. It was more so that I enjoyed how I could see what was coming because it meant I get to know how the characters reacted when they found it out. For example I sort of knew that bridgette would find a way to get Charelle’s wing the moment she gained a crush on him. I did not however know how she would or what Anne’s reaction would be. And that made it intriguing. Something about the way that works is super nice. From what I understand as well, Sugar Apple is a light novel so it’s possible thats why it feels so interesting in it’s writing (if it is a light novel).

It’s definitely one of the easiest series to watch through that I’ve seen in a while though. It was just...refreshing.

#anime #sugar apple fairy tale #just some thoughts I had watching the show at times #i really was surprised how much I enjoyed it though! #Hisui Notes #anime blog

[scooptroopfanfic]

Cas with a C CH2

Notes: Please look at the Chapter Select for warnings and to find other story related info!

Ever since the strange occurrence after the DND game Eddie has been keeping a close eye on the younger girl. During her shifts, she would notice him either eating something at the food court, “wandering around”, or reading books in the fantasy section of the store. The latter activity was one of his favorites to the point that which most other patrons would avoid the section altogether except for those of Eddie’s Hellfire or her other most frequent guests.

The other type of frequent guests were Steve’s friends. Not the party boys and girls that invite her out to different parties out of a sign of respect for the old King Steve, but instead people like Nancy or Dustin or Cassie’s favorites. She knows it can be bad to have favorites among her brother’s basically adopted kids, however she couldn’t help it with Max and El. It was very clear to Cassie that the two knew each other through the group at the beginning because their boyfriends were friends, but as the boys ditched them they started stopping by the bookstore when she was working. 

For whatever reason which Cassie could not figure out El didn’t seem to act like a normal girl her age. It felt like she was mature beyond her years in some categories of life but in others like she was a toddler. The trait must be genetic because this causes Cassie to especially keep an eye on her. Whenever Max is trying to show El how to live like a typical girl Cassie steps in when on occasion El isn’t quite getting it with a book recommendation. Even sometimes when the lesson remained unspoken it was like Cassie knew what they needed before entering the shop, having already gone through the massive shelves until she found the exact volume they were looking for. 

Since this wasn’t a library Cassie had to keep her book dragon in the back and the two girls she had taken under her wing hidden from her boss who was quick to throw people she saw overstaying their welcome out. Her boss was overall nice and fair so there was nothing that she could complain about when it came to hours and other nice benefits she got from working there, but she could be a terror in return with her policies. Thankfully the book dragon was good about making himself scarce when her boss started patrolling. That was normally when he would do his other two default options. The girls, however…

“Get back here!” Cassie winced as she heard her boss scream after the girls as they dropped their books and ran out. They giggled as they dodged her boss’s lunge towards them. Cassie looks to the far wall and sees a moving shadow start sneaking his way to another section. She prays that Eddie at least cleaned up after himself this time. “At this point this store needs security.” Mary, her boss, sighs to herself still a little upset. 

“A lot of Hawkins proper is closing its doors. Including the library on occasion which I think is evil.”

“Wait really? That shouldn’t be the case.”

“Yeah. I know, I found it odd.” Cassie thinks back to when she checked it out. 

“Why her?” Cassie asks Billy/the monster. 

At this point, Billy has accepted something is wrong and still rages against it. The first time Billy fought back and won he looked at her with confusion and fear. “What the fuck are you doing here Harrington?” 

“Minimizing casualties.” Cassie has immense guilt all over her face. “That thing is going to feed. It is the equivalent of a wild hungry wolf. The only thing we can do in the meantime is keep it hungry and content enough so it doesn’t consume the whole of Hawkins in a day.” She then feels herself getting lifted off the ground by Billy. 

“Fucking help me or else I am beating you so much what I did to your brother will look like a joke.”

“I’m trying. This isn’t something that can be just reversed in a day. Just work with this thing and for a bit longer. Until the original wrong is made right.” Suddenly the eyes of anger and fear fade away and the familiar unimpressed look is back on his face as he slowly lowers her back down.

“This host and I are not compatible. It is enough to be able to control it but not enough to maintain it all the time. Don’t get yourself killed before I can finally have my perfect host.”

“I don’t plan on dying.”

She snaps back to herself. “I think she went on vacation. It is the summer after all.”

“So now we have to be at the library?”

“Well, what if we sell a membership that lets you treat it like one?” Cassie asks as she picks up the books the girls had to abandon on the ground and find themselves their proper home.

“Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Because you didn’t know about the library.”

“Smartass. Well, now your friends can actually be in here without having to run away every time they see me.”

“So you knew?”

“You aren’t exactly good at keeping secrets Cas.” 

“Fair enough.” If only she knew the monstrous secret she did keep. “I’ll pay for them now.”

“Don’t worry about it. Consider it a finders fee. Just make sure they tell their friends about it.”

“Thank you, Mary.” She smiles at her as she grabs Eddie from behind the bookshelf she is working on. “In that case, this one will take one.” Mary gives Cassie a bewildered look. 

“Why the hell are you friends with him?”

“Because we are both losers that like books. Besides, he is a good one to let in for free. After all, he is the head of a club at school so his friends will follow and they are massive fantasy fans.” Mary seems to contemplate something for a bit before she nods to herself. 

“I was wondering if he was stalking you. As long as you don’t do any of that weird satan worship in here or curse the store I don’t care.” Cassie sighs a bit. She knows the boy next to her has a bit of a reputation for theatrics that people don’t exactly have respect for. She doesn’t clue her in about the DND stuff but the less she knows about that the better.

“Thank you.” 

“Just be careful.” Cassie nods and walks with the boy back to the fantasy corner. When they get there she gives the boy a look that lowers him down to her height.

“Sorry Sweetheart.” That word almost makes Cassie perish on the spot. 

“Don’t worry about it now. Just please clean up your little den over here mister book dragon.” At this, he makes his best monster noise which causes the only other person in the section to immediately leave. Cassie laughs slightly as Eddie shrugs.

“What’s his problem?” Cassie asks as she puts away a few of the books strewn across the floor.

“I dunno.” Eddie launches him at the bean bag chair he swiped from the kids section and lays across it making him take up most of the space.

“Some people.” She says as she grabs the book she saw him with last and puts it on his back. Eddie lazily reaches back and grabs the book before getting comfortable and wiggling himself into the bean bag chair. “Well, I’ll leave you to your book. I am at work after all.”

“Boo. I thought Harrington’s were supposed to be the life of the party.” 

“Ewwww. Never call me that again.” Cassie fake gags as she leaves. This causes the boy to look at her in confusion as she goes over to the religious section and prays to whichever god is listening that she doesn’t get another lecture on how to organize those books.

——————————————————————-

When Dustin Henderson returns the Harrington siblings are some of the first to know. Cassie is taking her break in the back where no customers can get to. She hears a commotion between what sounds like a small child and her less-than-personable coworker so she decides to investigate. 

“I heard Baby Hair works here?”

“Who is Baby Hair?”

“That would be me, Tracy,” Cassie says as she stands at the door. “So how was that nerd camp honorary little brother?”

“I have so much to tell you but I want to talk to both of you.” 

“So you came here just to get the location of Steve? I’m hurt.” She holds her hand in a fist to her chest and falls slightly over it. Dustin gives her an odd look. “Habit I got from a friend.”

“You have friends?”

“Watch it small fry.”

“It is a genuine question.” At this, Cassie sighs.

“I have a few.”

“Better than the none you had besides me before the summer.” At this, Cassie looks hurt. She sees Eddie start stalking Dustin with one of his schemes and she gives him a look of warning as she flicks her eyes back to Dustin. 

“You wound me. And after I got you and the boys a present too.” She says as she ducks into the back for a second and comes out with the book that she had on hold for him. “I wasn’t sure if you guys got one of your parents to get it but I figured I would-“

“HOLY SHIT! You got it!”

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” Dustin doesn’t answer as he flips through the book. 

“How did you even get this?”

“A little convincing. I’m pretty good at it when I actually try.”

“So you do have the Harrington gene.”

“A bit. Not enough for guys to be falling over me even when I am a jackass but enough to get my way when I want to.” She then smiles a bit. “Now the next time you and the rest of the Party get together you have something new to play with. Let’s go find my brother.”

Cassie looks over at her coworker who gives her a nod and she is off for Scoops Ahoy on her break. When she does she sees the girl who is normally on shift with Steve manning the scoops looking less than happy to be there.

“Hey… Robin right?” 

“Wow! I didn’t know the princess knew us lowly peasants.” Robin says sarcastically as braces herself against the back of the ice cream counter. At this point, Dustin walks forward with a smile that makes him seem younger than he actually is.

“Hi.”

“Hi?”

“I’m Dustin.”

“I’m Robin.”

“Pleasure to meet you. Uh. Is he here?”

“Is who here?” At this, Steve busts out from the back counter in excitement.

“Henderson.” They both start jumping and giggling and goofing off. Robin looks at the bizarre scene in confusion.

“Honorary Harrington here. I know babysitters are supposed to have their favorites but as you can see he does.” Cassie says with a laugh. Robin doesn’t look amused

“How many children are you friends with?” She asks both of them. Steve looks a bit annoyed and Cassie starts counting.

For Robin and the rest of the customer's mental health, Cassie suggests they move outside, and with a bit of money, Cassie and Steve buy Dustin a banana boat and ask him about his summer.

“You have a girlfriend?!”

“How?”

“When?”

“Is she hot?” The Harrington’s grill Dustin for details. As soon as Dustin starts describing her she seems a little too good to be true for her and she looks around. She looks back at the bookstore and sees Eddie in the window. He waves at her with a finger wave but then he tries to gesture her over. She subtly waves her head no and he dramatically pretends to slowly die in the bookstore causing multiple women in the store to run out in confusion and fright.

“They ditched me yesterday.” At this, Cassie comes back to the conversation looking at Dustin with worry.

“No.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“My first day back. You believe that shit?”

“Whoa seriously?”

“I swear to god.” Dustin takes a bite of his popcorn and Cassie gently pats him on the shoulder as Steve looks confused. “They are going to regret it big time when they don’t get to share in my glory.”

“Cassie! Please help. Your big nerd friend is scaring people away.”

“Really? Shit is getting juicy over here.”

“Please.”

“Fine. You two better not do anything stupid while I am gone.” Cassie says as she grabs one of the cone sails and eats it as she runs into the store.

“Eddie? Are you alive?” Cassie asks as she enters the store. She looks where he ‘collapsed’ on the floor a few moments ago just to find him missing. She looks over to her coworker for help but she decides it is a good time to go on her break. “Asshole.” She mutters under her breath.

Cassie isn’t exactly short. She is taller than the average girl but not by much. Even then the shelves around her seem massive and make her feel like she is in a maze. It is like the labyrinth and she is going in to slay the Minotaur. Except this is a super senior boy who may or may not be into witchcraft and Satanism. She is like 90% sure that is not true but she isn’t positive he isn’t.

As her mind begins to wander she feels the chill in the back of her neck again. As she turns around she is still in the bookstore but not her bookstore. In front of her is not Billy.

“Jesus Christ.” She jumps as she holds her chest. “Warn a girl before you kidnap her mind like this.” The beast seems unamused. “What do you want? I would give us maybe 5 minutes in mental time before my friend out there gets worried.”

“I need to grow.”

“Yeah, and how is that my problem to solve?”

“Unless you want your little and big friends to be on the menu I suggest you come up with something.”

“How much control do you have of your meat suit there?”

“Minimal. He stopped the first attack.”

“Tough luck. Maybe try someone else… Maybe your fellow lifeguard?” She asks as she sees that Billy is going to work.

“Lifeguard?”

“The woman in your meat suit is going to be replaced in a few minutes. Red outfit, megaphone, and a whistle.” At this the beast hums. 

“Smart. Start close then expand. I shall not lure in the other woman then.” 

“Huh. Almost like I was supposed to be your host.” The monster doesn’t seem to get it as it nods.

“Yes, I suppose so.” It suddenly ends contact and Cassie turns around just to run into Eddie.

“Boo!” Cassie actually jumps back away from him.

“Fucking hell!” 

“Whoa there. It wasn’t that bad of a scare. Are you ok?”

“…yeah. Sorry. I’m just worried about my friend.”

“The little kid in the cap?”

“Yeah. You know how some groups go. People start dating each other. People grow apart because of dating. The little guy is the only one not dating who wants to and it is so bad I’m pretty sure he just lied to me about having one.”

“You do know that my friends are just Hellfire right?”

“Oh… Sorry.”

“Why apologize. I wouldn’t trade them for the world. After all.” He then goes into his DM voice. “Who would I save the world with one session at a time?” At this, Cassie playfully taps him causing him to wind back in mock offense. 

“Goof.” She says as Eddie pretends to be seriously wounded.

And with that, they go back into the fantasy corner for a few hours in peace. Eddie in his bean bag chair and Cassie in a rocking chair she dragged from the kid's section. 

“Hey, Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Why do you stay here? Like you probably have a lot to plan for and do, so why do you stay here?”

“Hmm… I dunno. The others have summer school and I can’t do that so I guess I am bored?” Cassie seems to stare at him for a second before she raises her book so she can wipe her nose.

“Hmm. Fair. Plus I can get you a nice DND dungeon away from home and free books without having to be quiet.”

And with that, the conversation dies. They both dive headfirst into their books seeming to at least somewhat enjoy each other's presence. 

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #oc #original character #eddie #eddie munson x original character #eddie munson x oc #stranger things fic #stranger things x oc