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can you do a millie bright x reader where it’s their wedding day and the whole team are there and it’s just really fluffy and cute:). love your writing so much

Tears of Joy

Millie Bright x reader request

-> Marrying the Love of your Life

-> sorry for the delay - I hope you like it!

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After waiting and planning for months on end – maybe even your entire childhood, the day was finally here. You were getting married!

Sure many dreams from your childhood wedding plans came true, but you didn’t quite find a prince charming, more of a princess charming – your very own knight in shining armor, the one and only Millie Bright.

As soon as you hat met Millie all those years ago in a Social Media meeting for Chelsea, you knew that she was the one. But the gentle giant had been quite scared to come up and talk to you – so you had to take the first step.

While the blonde looked intimidating it only took speaking to her once to see that she really wasn’t – maybe more so on the pitch, but luckily you didn’t have to face her there.

Millie had blushed a deep red when you caught her arms as she frantically tried to leave the meeting room, something you had not expected.

“Hi Millie, would you like to go on a date with me?”

Of course, she knew who you were, the new head of media for the women’s branch of Chelsea and she had spent the last four meetings just staring at you.

While you had felt confident walking up to her, seeing her face contort into a frown and lines appear on her forehead changed your mind quickly and you removed your hand.

“Or not – sorry that was a stupid idea.”

She couldn’t pull you in a hug fast enough. Dear god. If she hugged you like this, you never want to hug another person.

“I wanted to act cool and act like I wasn’t sure… But I would love to!”

To this day Millie and you could laugh about how much more stressful it had been than it needed if she had just said yes immediately.

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While you had taken the first step to dating, Millie had been the one to ask the big question. She had just come home, even though she had been at home the entire time, from winning the Euros – and emotions were at an all-time high. Your girlfriend was now officially the champion of Europe.

You had been the first person she had seen out of the stands, her parents pushing you forward when you wanted to let them go first, after all, she was their daughter. “Don’t be silly love!” Had been what her mother said once she saw the blonde making her way towards the barriers.

“I did it, Baby! I fucking did it!” She was in tears, face still hot from running on the pitch for such a long time as she pulled you into a passionate kiss, not caring the slightest about all the cameras.

“You did so well my love! I am so proud of you!”

She would never forget the look on your face – she had never seen you look so proud of anybody, and now you looked at her like this. Her heart? Melted into a puddle.

Your girlfriend didn’t wait for long, lifting you over the barrier and pulling you as close to her as she could.

“My god Mills, leave some for me!” It was Rachel who finally pulled her sweaty best friend off you, just to replace her, giving you a bone-crushing hug.

“Off Rach! That’s my girl! Get ya own!”

The ‘DalyBrightness’ duo had always playful banter between them, and you were no stranger to it either, often getting roped into it somehow by Rachel, determined to get Millie angry – but the taller one of the two could only laugh about it every time.

The whole evening and night was spent partying, first in the dressing rooms, then in a chosen location with friends and family. Trafalgar Square was the next destination, where the girls would meet the nation they had made so incredibly proud, just the evening before.

After all the meetings and interviews had finally calmed down, you got your girlfriend back. Millie had finally arrived at home, in your shared south London house and the first thing she saw was your dogs Hera and Zeus. But upon lifting her head, the defender saw that they flanked both of your sides, while you held a beautiful ‘Welcome Home’ cake in your hands.

She couldn’t kiss you fast enough after seeing your nice gesture and cute smile.

“I love you much my love, and I don’t think I tell you enough. But I really do.”

The first thing you did after not seeing each other for such a long time, was napping. In the big bed, ready to sleep the day away. What you didn’t know, was that Millie woke up way before you and found herself staring at a beautiful ring in a little box.

Today was the day.

After making dinner she had asked you. She didn’t go down on her knees, so she pulled out a box, opened it, and just sat there for a second until you finally turned and noticed the ring.

“Mills?”

“Marry me?”

Choked up on tears you couldn’t do anything but nod. “Yeah, baby. I’ll marry you.” The kiss that followed tasted like tears, tears of utter joy as Zeus and Hers ran through the room yapping as if they knew what had just happened.

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The day was finally here. Yours and Millie's wedding day. In retrospect you could not have chosen a better day, even if you obviously had not known how the weather would be – it was perfect.

Getting ready was a long process, not even physically, but rather mentally. But there was not a single doubt in your mind, that you would marry the love of your life.

You were ready when a knock sounded at the door and your sister who at the same time was your maid of honor opened it. The door was only open a smidge so you couldn’t really see who was behind it, while you talked to your bridesmaids.

“It’s go-time people!”

Your heart fluttered. But you were not nervous or anxious, no. You were excited and nearly ran out of the room with the bridesmaids to get to the altar, but your sister stopped you in your tracks, insisting that you had to wait somewhere else until the rest of the wedding party walked down the aisle.

Now stood in a room you waited for your sign. Fuck. Now the nerves were coming up. In your head, you went through the plan again, when you heard someone clear their throat.

It was Millie. There she was, dressed in a gorgeous white jumpsuit – looking at you like you hung the moon. “Baby! “You cannot see me in my dress before the wedding!”

Tears brimmed in both your eyes as you stared at your fiancé who couldn’t keep standing there any longer, so with brisk steps the blonde rushed forward and engulfed you in one of your favorite hugs. Your hearts find each other and beat in unison.

“How are ya feelin?” She rested her forehead on yours while staring at you as long as she could. “Nervous. Excited. Incredibly happy.“

The music inside was slowly getting quieter and you knew that you didn’t have that much time left. “I thought we could change the plan a little.”

Turns out Millie's idea was brilliant. Instead of just you walking in, both of you walked in together, no one would give anyone away. This would be a union of love between you and her, but that didn’t mean that either of you had to say goodbye to your family.

You could hear the gasps as you walked down the aisle, arms hooked together, each of you a flower bouquet in hand, the biggest smiles anyone had ever seen on your faces. You looked magical.

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In the end, you don’t even know how you got through the vows, all you remember were a lot of tears, and an incredibly passionate kiss that was met with screams of joy from the audience.

After all of your families had congratulated the both of you, your Club mates made their way towards you each of them with big smiles on their faces.

Niamh was the first at your side and was the first to pull you into a warm hug. “You look like a princess. But one of those badass ones, that doesn’t need a white knight to save them.”

“I will need a cheaper ring for daily use, this one belongs in a bank in a safe deposit box.” Millie's joke was met with a lot of laughter as Sam came over and after hugging you as well, took a closer look at your ring. “Maybe! That is a fucking rock Mills!”

„You’re one to talk.“ Hempo received a slight nudge from her captain while everyone else laughed along.

One after the other Chelsea and Lioness teammates alike made their way through the masses, hugging you with congratulatory tones and singing praises. Most of them even brought presents which they gave your sister for safekeeping.

“I can finally call you my wife.” Millie had stolen you away from the open space for a second and pulled you close for a deep kiss.

“My wife, huh? That has a nice ring to it.”

Not only were you her wife now, but she was also yours. Married. Oh dear god, you were finally married to the girl of your dreams. “Best day of my life.”

“Then I am excited to give you better ones.”

“God. you disgust me.” Neither of you had seen Rachel invade the nice little space Millie and you had created for the two of you

“Rachel!”

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stylesloveclub · 2 years

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Pleasing (jealous blurb)

In which another waiter flirts with y/n, and Harry gets really jealous.

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Y/n stands in front of Harry, dressed in an oversized apron and a silly little chef's hat that she’d found discarded in his pantry.

“Tonight,” Harry announces, “we’re going to make a simple honey-garlic glazed salmon, served on white rice with a side of roasted vegetables. Do you have all your ingredients prepared?”

His kitchen island is covered with all the necessary materials that she might need for the cooking session that Harry’s planned for them. “Yes, chef!” she salutes.

Considering how he’s one of the world’s best chefs and she’s a college student who only ever goes into her kitchen to boil water for her cup of noodles… he thought it’d be cute if he planned a little cooking lesson for her. He’s chosen a meal on the rather simple side – fish is quick to cook and takes very little prepping, and rice is a food that even a child could make. Paired with a healthy variety of vegetables, this is the perfect meal that he thinks y/n should learn to cook for herself so that she wouldn’t be living off of frozen meals anymore.

He rolls his eyes at her silly behavior. “This isn’t Hell’s Kitchen, puppy.”

“I dunno,” she contemplates. “You’re giving Gordon Ramsey vibes right now.”

“Except m’not gonna yell at you and make you cry.” He steps forward and cups her face tenderly, looking into her pretty eyes, his gaze filled with adoration and care. “Just want you to be able to make yourself something other than a frozen pizza.”

She smiles cutely, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss him sweetly. His eyes flutter shut momentarily, reveling in her soft kiss. “You’re so sweet,” she murmurs against his lips. “M’ready to learn. Tell me what to do.”

He pulls away. “Preheat the oven to 425. Do you know how to do it, or do you want me to show you?”

She rolls her eyes. “I know how to turn on an oven.”

“Hey miss sassy, just asking!” He steps back in surrender. “I’ll get the vegetables ready while you do that, then.” He grabs their carrots, cauliflower, zucchini, and sweet potatoes (all veggies that y/n had picked out when they’d gone grocery shopping together), and runs them under the water to rinse them clean.

Meanwhile, y/n stands in front of his oven, a furrow between her brows. In her shitty little kitchen at her apartment, the oven just has one panel where you enter the temperature you want, and then a single button to “Start.” Harry, however, has two ovens stacked on top of each other, with a bunch of complicated settings. Did it matter if they used the top oven or the bottom oven? Were they baking or broiling? Convection on or off?

“Um, Harry…” She looks at him helplessly, tail between her legs. “I don’t know how to work this.”

He shakes his head and chuckles, drying the rinsed vegetables off. “I thought you knew how to turn an oven on?”

“Okay well your oven is stupid and fancy,” she gripes, crossing her arms as he saunters towards her cockily.

He stands behind her, leaning over her shoulder so that his front presses against her back as he adjusts the settings. One of his hands rests gently on her shoulder as he murmurs in her ear, “Press top oven, then bake. Then you press start once and put in 425, then press it again and it’ll start heating up.”

She grumbles once more, Harry hovering behind her with a satisfied smirk. “What next?”

“Need to cut the vegetables.”

“Okay, I can do that!”

“No, no…” Harry stops her as she reaches for the huge knife that he’d set out on the cutting board. This knife is meant for professionals, sharp enough to cut through a piece of paper in midair. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

She pouts at him. “Harryyy,” she whines. “Let me help!”

“You are helping! You can make the sauce right now, baby, that’s the most important part,” he coos reassuringly, “Let me do the cutting though, don’t want you to cut your fingers or anything. The knife is just a bit too big for you.” He presses a soft kiss to her fingertips as he says it, re-emphasizing how delicate and precious she is to him. “Okay?”

“Okay,” she agrees softly. She can’t help but melt into a puddle when he takes that soft tone with her, talking down to her sweetly and making her feel all fuzzy inside. Of course she’ll listen to him! Especially when he kisses her fingertips so softly like that!

“Good girl,” he praises. “Can you get the honey and mix it with some lemon juice?”

She nods, mixing the ingredients into one bowl and whisking them until the honey is no longer as thick and sticky as it initially was, watered down by the acidic lemon juice. She looks at Harry expectantly, who’s cutting the carrots into bite sized pieces at the cutting board, waiting for the next instructions. “I put some butter to melt in the microwave,” he says, “could you take it out and add it to your sauce?”

She does that as well, then adds some garlic and pepper flakes as instructed by Harry, whisking it together until she has a rich sauce sitting in front of her.

“That’s gonna be for the salmon, so you can set it to the side for now.” He brings a big bowl of chopped vegetables and sets it in front of y/n. “Now we’ve got to toss these with some oil so it doesn’t burn in the oven. And some seasoning, obviously.” He lets y/n add the salt and pepper, and adds a generous drizzle of oil, before showing y/n how to toss it all together so that each piece gets evenly coated. Then, together they spread the veggies out on the baking tray. By this point the oven has preheated all the way, and is ready for the veggies to go in.

“Let me do it,” y/n says when Harry opens the oven.

He looks at her hesitantly, but she pouts up at him with her cute, puppy dog face. The one that gets her whatever she wants, the one Harry can’t say no to. “Fine. But wear some oven mitts.”

After the veggies go in the oven, Harry does most of the remaining work. He massages their salmon fillets with the sauce that y/n made (which he makes sure to compliment, tasting a bit of the sauce and telling her how yummy it is and how nicely she made it), then puts them on a baking pan right underneath the veggies. “We put the vegetables in first because they need 40 minutes in the oven, more or less. The fish, however, needs to come out of the oven in exactly 15 minutes, or else it’ll be dry. Got it?”

She nods from where she’s positioned herself on his kitchen counter, watching him wash his hands. He slots himself to stand between her legs, hands resting on her spread thighs. “What do you think?” he asks, “Easy enough to make on your own?”

She wraps her arms around his neck. “Yeah, I think I could do it. Don’t think it’ll be as good as when you make it though,” she pouts.

He kisses her cheek. “I’ll always cook for you when we’re together. This is only for when I’m away. What did you eat when I was in Milan?”

“Um… a lot of bagels. And dino nuggets.”

He holds in his gag, imagining the sad, soggy nuggets that she must’ve been having for dinner when he wasn’t there to make her gourmet meals. “Exactly. You need to be able to make yourself some nutritious meals for when I’m not here to cook for you.”

Her fingers curl into the hair at the back of his head, staring up at him sweetly. She can’t believe she somehow snagged a guy who cared this much about her, who would spend his weekend teaching her how to cook vegetables so that she had something healthy to eat when he wasn’t with her.

She’s just about to lean in for a kiss when her phone rings, interrupting their little moment. Harry steps away from his spot between her legs, letting her hop down from the counter and rush to her phone.

“Hi!!,” she says to whoever’s on the other side of the phone, one of her friends from college from what he can tell. Her voice is sweet and sugary, like always.

Harry leans on the counter, crossing his arms across his chest as he watches her with a fond smile. She bites mindlessly at her cuticles as she listens to what her friend is telling her, and he stops himself from walking over to pull her hand away from her mouth. Her nail biting habit is one that he’s trying to break, not a fan of the way she sometimes makes her pretty hands bleed from how often she bites at them.

“When are you going?” y/n asks on the phone, pacing from one side of the kitchen to the other. “Today? Oh… no, I don’t think I can come. I’m…um, I’m at my friend's house.” She stutters over her words as she tries to figure out how to word it, very clearly avoiding name dropping Harry, or even hinting that she’s at a guy’s house.

It makes Harry’s brows furrow. She’s at her friend’s house? Friend? He doubts she gets on her hands and knees and begs to get fucked by her other friends.

In his head, they were in a relationship. She was his, and he was hers. No questions asked.

He cares for her quite deeply, if it wasn’t obvious, and for the most part believed that she felt the same way. So he wonders… why would she avoid calling him more than just a friend? Did her friends even know that she was seeing someone, or did she not even want to call whatever they have going on as “seeing each other?”

The oven timer goes off before he can question her about it.

A conversation for later, he supposes.

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“Hey, y/n!”

Harry’s ears perk up when he hears her name, being called from down the hallway.

“What’s up, Jason?” she responds, bright and bubbly. She’s always like that at work, no matter how dragging her shift may be. He thinks that’s why the staff like her so much – she’s a drop of sunshine right in the middle of their restaurant.

“How are you doing?” he asks, smiling down at her and crossing his arms in a way that he hopes makes his biceps bulge attractively. Jason is another one of the waiters at Pleasing, a college student just like y/n. They’d once bonded over the fact that they go to the same university, but he majors in business, which is completely unrelated to what she studies.

“Oh, good! Same old, same old,” she huffs cheerily, waving her hand in the air as if she were waving away her troubles. “V’got a huge party coming in at 8, you know how that is.” Having a table of seven people is always a struggle… larger parties tend to stay at the restaurant for up to 4 hours, ordering a bunch of extra drinks and sweets until they’re practically kicked out of the restaurant. Y/n dreads the thought of how much she’ll be running around, trying to keep up with seven people’s orders, and how late she’ll be stuck here. If they’re coming in at 8… christ she might not get home until 1 in the morning. She wonders if Harry’ll be willing to wait for her so that they could still drive home together.

“Damn, that sucks,” Jason hisses sympathetically. “You know… how about I talk to Alfredo and see if we could switch tables?”

“Oh, don’t be silly Jason! You’re basically done for tonight, didn’t you just get the bill for your last table?”

“I mean– yeah, but I insist.” He smiles down at her charmingly, “you work so hard, I think you deserve to go home early tonight, yeah? Let me take care of your tables.”

Harry decides he’s heard enough. He stands from his desk, brows furrowed and steps out into the hallway, where he sees his y/n, smiling up at this silly college boy. It grinds his gears, jaw clenching and fingers fisting at his sides.

“Jason. Y/n.” he snaps. Their smiles are instantly ripped off their faces, the two employees straightening up as soon as they hear Harry’s stern voice. “What are we standing around for? Don’t you have tables to attend to?”

“Apologies, chef,” Jason says, at the same time y/n murmurs out a soft, “Sorry Mr. Styles.” She looks at him sadly, seemingly wounded by the harsh tone of his voice, and it takes everything in him not to melt at the sight of her sad puppy eyes.

“Get back to work,” he grits out harshly, turning on his heel.

He steps into his office, and slams the door behind him.

“What a miserable old prick, am I right?” Jason murmurs to y/n to lighten the moment, when he thinks Mr. Styles can no longer hear them. She doesn’t respond.

Harry doesn’t know how to interpret her silence.

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There’s a quiet, timid knock at Harry’s office door.

“Mr. Styles?” Y/n steps in nervously, shutting the door behind her.

Harry looks up momentarily, then back down at his paperwork. He ignores her.

“Harry?” she tries again. Again, he says nothing. His brows are furrowed as harshly scribbles something out on his paper, but it’s not his usual concentrated furrow. He seems upset.

“What’s wrong?” she pries, stepping closer to his desk. When he once again doesn't even glance up at her, she huffs. “Why are you ignoring me?”

He stops writing, his blue pen halting mid-word on his paper, before speaking slowly. “How do you think I feel, when I see you entertain that stupid boy’s flirting?”

She pouts, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Flirting? I… I haven’t been flirting with anyone?” she says quizzically, confused by this random accusation.

He scoffs, finally looking up at her. “I know you’re not that stupid, puppy.”

She blinks at him, still confused.

“That boy– Jason.” he grumbles. “He’s so clearly flirting with you.”

“Jason?” she asks again.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed it.”

“I– well… he’s just being nice,” y/n explains, as if Harry’s a child throwing a tantrum. “You’re overreacting.”

He blinks at her, processing her words. Overreacting. As if everyone in the kitchen hasn't noticed the way Jason stares at y/n's ass whenever she bends down, or how he's always falling behind on his tables trying to talk to her! Could she really not have noticed?

He shakes his head in disbelief. “Fine, whatever.” He looks back down at his paperwork.

The audacity of this man, she thinks to herself, to ignore her like a fucking five year old. “He offered to cover my tables, that’s it–” she continues to explain, but he cuts her off.

He holds in the urge to explode. “I dropped it,” he grits out instead. “I suggest you do the same.”

In his head, he's envisioning every single way that Jason's ever looked at y/n weirdly, all the instances in which Jason's flirted with her, asked her if she has a boyfriend. But, if she’s going to ignore the way Jason was smiling at her, standing so close to her, offering to do favors for her... then there’s no point in him trying to fight it.

He’s just a friend to her, anyways.

“Leave me. I have work to finish,” he mutters coldly.

He starts writing, and she feels her heart break a little bit.

“Yes sir,” she murmurs, voice thick as she steps out of his office.

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The rest of her shift is dull.

Jason doesn’t end up taking her table, since Mr. Styles had yelled at them and scared him off, so she’s up on her feet, constantly buzzing from the dining room to the kitchen, heart heavy with every step.

Every time she goes down the hallway, past Harry’s office door, she feels resentment building up in her chest. How dare he? Accuse her of flirting with someone else, when she was literally just doing her job, then ignoring her and kicking her out of his office like she’s some stray puppy annoying him for some food.

God, the fucking nerve! Was she supposed to just stop being nice to people to appease Harry’s jealousy? How could anyone in their right mind think offering to cover someone’s tables is a method of flirting?

“Psst.” She’s snapped out of her rage by Grace poking at her shoulder. “Jason wanted me to give you this.”

She looks down at the small piece of paper Grace holds out to her. “What is it?” She opens it up, and finds 10 digits written down in scrawny, boyish handwriting. A phone number.

Grace smiles at her teasingly. “He asked me if you’re single. He’s super into you, said he’s been trying to drop hints ever since you got hired but you’re always too busy to notice.”

Oh, she realizes, heart dropping. Harry was right.

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She stays behind after the restaurant closes, hoping to get a moment alone with Harry. He hasn’t left his office at all tonight, not even to check on the chefs when one of them burnt some bread in the toaster. As everyone packs up their stuff, closes up their stations, and leaves, y/n stays in the staff room.

Only once everyone has left does she head to his office.

The light from under his door is the only thing lighting up the dark hallway. She knocks softly, but enters without waiting for him to say “come in.”

He looks up, slightly startled. He thought he was the only one left in the building. His tense shoulders relax when he realizes it’s just y/n.

His hair is mussed, curly tendrils sticking every which way as if he’d been raking his fingers through it every five minutes, tugging at his roots frustratedly. “What is it?” he asks. His eyes are red and stressed too… he’s never looked this tired.

“Jason asked me out,” she says, fingers wringing behind her back nervously. Harry freezes. His shoulders tense and his heart stops.

“Oh.” He puts his pen down and looks up at her. “Are you going to say yes?” he asks lightly, no indication of the turmoil in his stomach.

“Jesus Harry,” she breathes, confused and shocked by his words. “No, why would I? Why would you even think that?”

He shrugs. “Makes more sense for you to be dating a college kid. Someone who goes to school with you, who you can tell your friends about.” His words slowly reveal his insecurities, that he’s older than her, boring and something that she might be ashamed of. “Better than dating some miserable old prick, isn’t it?”

“Harry…” she trails off softly. “I’m– I’m not the slightest bit interested in Jason. Or anyone else.” She looks up at him with round eyes, her voice growing shy, “only… only you.”

“Well then, why–” he cuts himself off, trying to formulate his words in his head. He shakes his head at himself, frustrated, and stares at the table. ““The other day, when you were at mine… you told your buddies that you were at a ‘friends’ house.” He looks up at her sadly, “It was like you were trying to keep us a secret. Like you didn’t want them to know you were… seeing someone.”

Her breath hitches in her throat as he continues, “If you don’t want t’tell your friends, then how am I supposed to know that we’re… exclusive? It made me feel like– like you didn’t think this was as serious as I did.”

“No,” she breathes, “no, you’ve got it all wrong.”

She walks around his desk to stand in front of him. He rolls his chair back, and she situates herself on his lap, straddling him and holding onto his face. “I didn’t tell them because… well we just haven’t talked about it, have we?” Her eyes flicker with insecurity as she rubs her delicate fingers over his cheekbones, his stubble rough against the skin of her pretty hands. “Because… well what if I went around telling people that I’m your girlfriend, and you didn’t want that? What if I’m just some clingy kid who just self-proclaimed myself as your girlfriend?”

He holds her wrist gently, keeping her hands pressed against his cheek. “Baby...” he murmurs delicately.

“I was worried that maybe you didn’t want to call it the same thing I did,” she continues sadly. “I– I didn’t want to scare you off.”

“Puppy… I thought you knew,” he cups her jaw and looks into her eyes so earnestly that she feels her heart swell. “Thought you knew that you’re mine, that m’obsessed with you.” He nudges his nose against hers softly, “Don’t care what you call it, as long as you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she whispers back with a smile. “Nobody else’s.”

“I… I got so sad when I saw him flirting with you,” he admits shyly. “Thought he was gonna steal you away.”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve–”

“S’not your fault, puppy. You’re too sweet to even notice it, always wanna see the best in people.” He chuckles to himself warmly, caressing her cheek softly, “precious little thing.”

“Well, if it helps,” she says, leaning her face towards his touch, “I texted him and said I’m not interested. Told him that I’m seeing someone,” her eyes glimmer happily, “and that it’s pretty serious.”

His eyes grow warm and a grin spreads on his face, “good… yeah, that’s good.” With one hand cupping her jaw and another on her waist to hold her steady on his lap, he leans in for a kiss, slotting their lips together and fluttering his eyes shut.

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When they get home, it’s all soft touches and warm words.

He’s so happy, a warm feeling bubbling in his stomach at the idea that y/n is his… that she’s his girlfriend, or whatever you want to call it. It’d been so long since he felt like this, so long since he’d been in a serious, real relationship. It made him giddy. He felt like he was 12 years old, kissing a girl for the first time all over again.

He pulls her into his bedroom before she even has the chance to put her stuff down, taking her bag from her and stripping her of her clothes. He unbuttons her blouse slowly, kissing her softly as he fiddles with each button, and unzips her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. He guides her hands up to his shirt, so that she could do the same– undress him, kiss him, run her hands up and down his bare chest the way he’s doing to the soft skin of her back.

He places her on his bed gently, hovers over her and kisses all over her, just worshiping her. He kisses her face, her cheeks, her lips, down her neck, over her breasts, and along her stomach. He kisses her core, licks and sucks somehow romantically, until she’s cumming on his tongue, whimpering his name softly and arching her back towards him. Her hands touch all over his body, skimming over his muscular back and gripping his shoulders as he comes back up to kiss her.

He lines himself up with her, and pushes in one smooth, gentle stroke. Her legs wrap around his hips, and he rocks into her, moaning into her mouth and breathing heavily against her neck.

“Fuck baby,” he whispers, “You’re mine. Mine to touch, mine to fuck, mine to look at.” She moans delicately, opening her eyes and staring up at him with rose-clouded vision. “Say it– tell me you’re mine,” he whimpers.

“Yours,” she whines, “all yours.”

When he cums, he cums inside of her, spurting into her in long, thick streaks that fill her to the brim. He moans softly into her neck, shuddering on top of her, and she caresses her fingers through his hair, kissing all over his face until he pulls out. They lie next to each other, and in her sleepy haze, she whispers out his name.

“If I’m yours, does that mean you’re mine too?” she asks, eyes wide.

He turns towards her and brushes her hair out of her face, “That’s exactly what that means sweetheart.” He kisses her sweetly. “M’all yours."

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24hlevi · 6 months

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— monster mash

gen v characters (marie, jordan, emma, cate, & sam) x gn!reader

summary: how halloween would go w/ the gen v characters

warnings: language

im a day late whoops also these are short but i really wanted to do it so yeah

Marie Moreau -

- marie is pretty normal about halloween, she doesn't get crazy festive about it, it's just a holiday to dress up and get candy or get drunk

– that being said, if you care about the holiday a lot then she will go along with you on it and do anything you want to do

– she wouldn't dress up if she wasn't going out anywhere like to a party or another outing, but she might put a hat on or something to hand out candy to kids

– marie doesn't really enjoy horror movies a lot, mainly thinks the majority of them are dumb and would rather watch just something fall themed and not a horror movie

– however she does love the candy you buy for you two, and will eat most of it before deciding to actually make food because if not she will throw up from eating so much sugar

Jordan Li -

- loves halloween with their whole heart and more, it's their favorite holiday for real

– they wouldn't completely disagree with matching costumes if it's cool, like a couple from a famous movie or something

– jordan will definitely take you to a halloween party to have a fun time together and drink and smoke while dancing

– they are totally going to be complimenting you non stop throughout the night, you just look so good and they love you a lot so obviously they're gonna tell you how good you look

– they will be going out trick or treating with you despite their age it doesn't matter they want candy and they will be getting their candy one way or another

Emma Meyer -

- it will be literally july and emma will already be organizing matching halloween costumes for you and her

– she will 100% choose one of those dumb ones like an angel and devil

– she'd rather hand out candy to kids than go to a party or just watch scary movies with you claiming she won't be scared then is scared shitless when the movie starts

– emma made you help her put up decorations as soon as october hit the first day, and she has a lot of decorations and she is determined to put them all up

– you will be carving pumpkins whether you want to or not, despite how messy it gets, emma adores the tradition of it and makes hers look all cute and pretty somehow

Cate Dunlap -

- cate isn't really big on halloween, she doesn't like going to dumb parties where everyone is in costumes and would rather spend it inside with you

– she will refuse to dress up unless you literally beg her just for fun and for pictures, she reluctantly agrees but it can't be stupid

– cate doesn't particularly enjoy horror movies, but will watch the b-rated dumb ones with you to make you happy that you're watching a festive movie

– the most decorations she likely has is a ghost hanging on the door so people can see, yeah, that's it, literally

– cate only eats candy sometimes, and when she does it's not a lot, so you’ll end up having to give the rest to random kids that show up or walk by

Sam Riordan -

- poor boy doesn't completely understand halloween at first, he doesn't get why dressing up in costumes, getting candy and going to parties is such a big deal

– thankfully you're there to help him with that and show that halloween is a fun holiday

– it's mainly spent at home in onesies watching horror movies and waterworld cause that's his favorite movie while eating expensive candy you bought

– sam found out he loves horror movies, his favorites are the nightmare on elm streets both for how dumb silly they are but also the cool kills in the later movies though he hates the third movie for obvious reasons

– he will eat all the candy you buy in one night i’m dead serious you’ll wake up the next morning and sam is passed out in a sugar coma and won't get up from eating so much candy

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forthelostones · 7 months

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let's celebrate you ─── ⋆

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ 🪩 ˚ afab!reader x sub!ellie ⋆ 🪩 ୨୧˚ ⋆ ˚｡

" its time i turn these lights low "

synopsis: your birthday was a special one with a different kind of treat.

warnings. 18+ (mdni); sub!ellie, loser!ellie, fingering & cunnilingus (e! receiving), dina ft, drinking, & grinding.

an: hi everyone, thanks for all the love on my other works! if u have any requests let me know! edited this on the fly >.< ; enjoy!

(no y/n)

wc: 2.2k

♪ playlist: misty ( lesly gore ), but not kiss ( faye webster ), what kinda of love ( childish gambino ), smile more ( syd ) ♪

your birthday was coming up and Dina had promised to make it a special one. you really didn’t mind having just a small dinner, and maybe a cake, but she insisted on something more. she didn’t tell you any of the details, just that you should look your best and not worry. you tended to be on the more anxious side so this was difficult. you appreciated the efforts but felt reluctant to not think of every single detail.

after getting dressed you went to Dina’s where music was already vibrating the floorboards of the front porch. upon entering you saw everyone circling the entryway and smiling as they cheered “happy birthday!” you awkwardly cuddled your arm as you silently thanked them. immediately, Dina comes to hug you tightly, you inhale the familiarity and watch everyone disperse except for one person.

“ellie. hey.” you mutter as Dina releases you from her arms.

“happy birthday, um…” she rubs the back of her neck softly.

she was wearing all black, head to toe, with the exception of a silly rainbow party hat that Dina probably put on her. when she noticed she still had it on she ripped it off quickly and fiddled with it in her hands.

“right, um, you look nice.” she smiles warmly.

“thanks els, why don’t we go and get you something to drink?”

ellie and you were in the same advanced planetary astronomy course. you spent a lot of time together studying for exams and even lab partners, but outside of that you really didn’t hang out with her. you wished you did though. during some late nights she’d reveal small parts of her life and you just wanted to put your assignments away and indulge in her.

“i don’t see how you can listen to music while doing this.” you mention.

this was a 300-level course and it wasn’t particularly easy, the readings were intense, with a lot of scientific jargon you still had to learn.

she pulls away headphones away and rolls her eyes. “i mean, it’s just a little something, my working playlist. mostly instrumental.”

that night she shared the playlist after your study session and you scrolled through her Spotify to see what other artists she listened to. just a small glimpse of her was all you really wanted.

you both mosey through a crowd of people to get to the kitchen area. everyone saying happy birthday, asking how are you, and pointing you in the direction of your gifts. meanwhile, Ellie just followed shortly behind and was very silent, giving everyone a courtesy smirk. once you reach the kitchen counter covered in various bottles, you make both you and Ellie a suspicious concoction.

“i don't know if I trust you as a mixologist.” she smiles shyly.

“what you never had tequila, rum, and a little ginger ale?”

you both laugh as your faces turn sour at the overly sharp mix.

the night continues on with Ellie by your side and you both loosen up from the continuous influx of random drinks. you talk about more than class and your horrible professors, she tells you a bit about her music taste, hobbies, and her very visible tattoos.

“i don’t think I have the pain tolerance to even sit and get something this big.” you say absentmindedly dragging the tip of your index finger along her forearm. you were slumped in the corner of the couch and she sat slouched on the arm of the sofa, just above you.

“uh, uh I mean, I— I took some medicine before and uh,” she looks down to you and once your eyes connect she looks away. “they have this cream, like numbing cream, but I didn’t need that, I just I have a high pain tolerance, I dont know, yea.”

“hmm, strong els.” your finger continues up her arm.

Ellie trembles quietly at the static shock traveling through her body. you look up to her as her eyes follow your finger tracing along her skin, she inhales deeply and lets out a shaky breath. you feel a pounding start behind your temples and you lay your head on her thigh.

“my head, ugh.”

ellie freezes at the simplest touch of you, unsure of where to put her hand she just gently lies it on your back.

“maybe we had too much of your little potion.” she jokes.

it hurts to laugh but you manage to get one out.

“ah, I think I’m gonna stay here,” you say.

“oh, yea, probably me too, I don’t think I could drive home.”

you look up to her and her face is painted pink at just the smallest connection with you. “come with me.”

you and Ellie are now in the spare bedroom just across the hall from Dina’s. you flop on the bed and pat beside you to signal Ellie to sit down.

“should I get Dina? are you okay?” She asks.

“im fine. um, I really liked my gift by the way.”

of course, she bought you a copy of her favorite comic, savage starlight, and left a sweet note inside the gift bag.

“oh, you saw it? when? we’ve been together all night.” she panicked.

“when I said I was going to the bathroom.”

you both share a soft laugh.

“i hope you like it.”

“im sure I will. thanks, els.”

her eyes are pooling brightly into yours, stealing a quick glance of your lips. you reach your hand and place it behind her neck, pulling her towards you, and sharing a kiss.

“yo-you are so welcome.”

she leans in this time nervously, awaiting another kiss. you guide her hands from the mattress to around your waist, draping your wrists around her neck, tucking her closer into you. you pull away and kiss her cheek, she giggles your lips tickle, and her smile fades and turns into a soft groan as she realizes your lips are trailing towards her neck. her grip becomes firmer around your hips and she unconsciously moves your hips towards her, back and forth. the kisses are cloud-like until you hear your name leave her lips. that’s when you slither your tongue up her neck, sucking and leaving small bite marks on the length of her throat.

once you come back to her lips, she doesn’t hold back and goes in with her tongue. in between each kiss she tugs at you harder, gets more excited each pass while grunting passionately. your hand grips her leg firmly and drapes it over your lap, where she doesn’t hesitate to start bucking her hips against you. she bites your bottom lip to catch her breath and rubs her nose against yours before going into leaving hickeys on your neck. she’s so desperate that you feel how wet your neck has become from her urgency. you bring your hands down from her lower back to cup her ass as she’s taking in your sweet scent.

“i need you.” she whispers.

she doesn’t hesitate to pull her top off and before she can remove her bra you stop her. she smiles at you as you remind her to pace herself. you press your lips against her warm skin trailing to her chest, being careful to not satisfy her so fast. once she’s calmed down you remove her bra and just allow yourself to stare at her perky nipples. she’s now grinding against you slowly in a rhythm. you take your lips and brush them lightly against both of her nipples. you saw her chest rise and fall deeply, overcome with desire.

you take her lingering hands and press them behind her back, restraining her movements. with your free hand, you place the center of your cold palm against her erect nipple. a gasp catches in her throat at the smallest contact as she tosses her head back. you press up against her body as she fights against your restraint. she leans down to kiss you, but you don’t allow her to. out of frustration, she bites her lips watching your hand move up and down.

her nipples became puffy from your torture and you finally gave her the satisfaction of wrapping your lips around them. she tried to stifle her moans, shying away, turning her face away from yours, simply embarrassed. once you wet her nipples you sucked them allowing your tongue to brush up against her sensitive buds.

you turned her over from your lap to where both your pelvis’ were level. she tried to feel you as she spread her legs wider but couldn’t because of her jeans. her face scrunched up as she watched you grind up against her just before you trailed kisses down her belly to her waistline. you stopped before her hipbones that were beckoning you to kiss them, which she shuttered at. as you pulled her pants off, she covered her face with her inked forearm.

“els.”

“uhmm yea?”

“i need you to watch me.”

“o-ohkay.”

she removes her arm reluctantly and watches as you press your lips into her inner thigh, still holding eye contact. her hand comes to caress your cheek in an attempt to rush you, but you pay her no mind. you bring your mouth to just rest against her clothed clit and she shutters.

“ah.” escapes her lips.

her hips start to rise against your lips pressed into her core. her left hand comes to the top of your head as she grinds harder, she whimpers at the lack of satisfaction.

“please. fuck.”

that's when she ignores you and arches her back farther, slipping her hands into her boxes and begins to massage her clit. her free hand grips the sheets and the sounds of her wetness fill your ears like sweet music.

“ellie?” you ask, taken aback.

“yes, y-ees?”

she doesn’t stop until you physically remove her fingers, you grip her wrist and bring her fingers to her lips. she sucks the taste of herself clean off and you finally slip your hand past her waistband. her hands come up to your biceps, digging into your skin while you toil her wet clit.

“harder.” she demands, but you pull your hand away, causing her body to jerk violently.

she takes your wrist and guides your fingers up and down her clit. she huffs, with her eyes closed, soaking in the pleasure. At one point she just starts grinding on all four of your fingers. legs spread open, lifting her hips up rhythmically, panting and sweating as she humped your hand.

just before she came you pulled down her boxers and drank in her red, soaked pussy. the cold air made her twitch under you as you brought your lips to her folds. you were swimming in her warmth as you pecked her opening gently. she moaned at the view of you making out with her pussy, eyes closed, tongue slipping in occasionally, and sipping her up. you did everything in your power to avoid her throbbing clit as you tongued her soaked hole.

once you finally wrapped your lips around her clit closed her eyes, basking in the relief she felt. as you inhale her legs come closing in on your face, shaking.

“ellie,” you look up. “relax, im going to let you cum.”

as she releases the tension from her body your two fingers enter her. she tosses her head to the side at the pressure inside of her, her breathing becoming unstable again. you find her clit in your mouth again and now she’s panting obscenities under her breath.

“fuck, fuck, ahh, so good. please.”

mindlessly she just kept moaning like this, throwing your name in the mix too.

“another,” she said breathlessly. “three, I need another finger, ple-please.”

she watched you, face wet, eyes drunk from her body, as you slipped in your ring finger, stretching her further. you couldn’t help but stare at her pussy wrapped so tightly but perfectly around your fingers. instead of sliding in and out, you just curled your fingers towards her g-spot, causing tears to pool in the corners of her eyes.

your tongue flicks her clit harder as you pick up stamina inside of her, she was paralyzed with pleasure, stiffened by her orgasm. once she came over the edge, you kept going, harder, faster, quicker, and her body attempted to fold but you did not falter. with all her strength she uses her hands to lift your head, but her body is weakened.

you pull your fingers out, causing a pop and she lays, eyes wide looking at the mess you made. she just lies breathless and as you crawl up to kiss her, you pat her dampened cunt causing her to yelp before her lips met yours.

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sports-on-sundays · 1 month

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hiee, could you do a pau x reader where they've known each other since middle school or so and started dating in high school and are best friends before anything else. but as he starts to get famous and known in the group he gets his head in the clouds and starts neglecting her and is embarrassed by her (?) she tries to save their relationship but gets sick of it and breaks it off and gavi has to knock some sense into pau. (pls make it angsty 😭) i love your writing so much!!

love and fame / Pau Cubarsí

Summary: Pau x girlfriend!reader - In which the fame starts to get to a certain teenager's head.

Warnings: angst, neglect, crying, censored cuss

Requested?: Yea

Author's Note: This is a very good, well thought out request; thanks for the great idea! And honestly it makes me so happy to know you like my writing so much; thank you! Also I don't know if you meant it to be a romantic relationship, but I made it that in the end and only realized you may have meant something different once I was finished, so I'm sorry if I misinterpreted that, and I hope you like it still, either way!

It's like you knew what would happen before you even knew it.

"Wow, Pau," you had grinned, high-fiving your boyfriend after a game. You gave him a short hug, patting his back. "You're getting pretty famous, huh?"

"Yeah," he had laughed a bit. "It's crazy. Months ago, I felt like, you know, just me. Just Pau. Now people know me. They're asking for my autographs more and more. Someone wanted me to take a picture with their baby!"

Your nose had crinkled up, but also you laughed a bit at that. "Whoa." You lean back to look up at him, crossing your arms. "Well, you've always been 'just Pau' to me. Cute Pau, who plays football, and who my friends all tell me has a crush on me."

"Yeah, until I confessed it," he said with an eye roll, feeling as though he'd heard this a million times, but still enjoying hearing it, regardless.

But for right now, he looked at you with meaning, and pride. "But aren't you impressed? You know, that I'm going big?"

You grinned. Right now, for now, he cared about what you thought. He cared to make you proud.

Still.

"Hmmm... Ask me again after you've won some silverware," you had teased lightheartedly, obviously proud of him.

He grinned back and claimed confidently, "It's only a matter of time!"

Then you had started walking together, with his arm around your shoulders. You hesitated, pondering for a bit on your words, before casually commenting, "Just don't let the fame get to your head."

"What do you mean?" he had asked, eyebrows furrowing.

"You know... I just hope you'd never put it before me. Or before any other people you love, for that matter."

But he laughed, brushing it off right away. "Of course not, Y/n. No need to worry about that!"

And by the way he said it, you believed him. That sounded so genuine. As if it was silly for you to worry about such a thing. So you trusted him.

Now you see he should've given that comment from you a little bit more thought before openly denying it could ever be a possibility.

Because now, scarily enough, it looks like a very likely possibility.

You're visiting family in Seville, and planned it that way so you'd be able to surprise Pau by meeting him at his game. You weren't exactly expecting him start the game, but when you saw he was, that made it even better.

Or so you thought it would.

Well, it was a great game to watch. Anyone could say that much. A 2-4 win with a hat trick from Ferran- you're happy this is the away game you were able to plan to come to.

Now you laugh and exclaim when you see Pau after the game, all dressed in street clothes again with a few of his teammates- the two goalscorers themselves, and Iñaki Peña. But when he looks up and sees you, he suddenly looks-

uncomfortable?!

"H- Hey, Y/n," he quickly says, glancing to his teammates.

"What's your problem?" you demand, promptly shoving Ferran a bit in order to get to your boyfriend and stand in front of him with crossed arms.

"Nothing... Just, come on..." he says, grabbing your hand and starting to walk quicker down the hall. You see him eyeing both his teammates and a camera in the hall very nervously.

"Is something wrong...?" you inquire.

"Nope! But yeah, great game, no?" he says as you exit the hallway. He seems to be keeping a strange amount of distance between you and him.

"Right... You did great..." you respond, nodding slowly, your thoughts now completely elsewhere.

"Why?" you demand, crossing your arms. You were all ready, wearing your backwards flat cap, football jersey, and shorts. You were just tying up your hair, sitting across from him in an ice cream parlor, when Pau dropped his stupid little suggestion. "Why can't I come to training with you?"

"Be- Because it's not for you!" he argues. "It's for me. You're not a part of the team. You're not even a guy. It's not fair for you to just show up."

You frown. "What, did someone tell you that? Or did you just make that up on the spot, because there's some other reason why you don't want me coming?"

After knowing each other for five years, you and Pau have pretty much figured out how to catch if the other is lying or not.

Pau's face lights up pink embarrassed, proving your suspicions to be true.

You frown. "Pau, your whole team loves me! They don't mind if after training I kick the ball around with them a bit! What, is that the reason? Are you jealous?"

"No... no. That's not it," he shakes his head slowly, before suddenly looking at his watch. "Oh, God, I've got to go now, otherwise I'll be late!"

"I'm coming with!" you demand, standing up.

"No, no!" he says, gently pulling you away from the door. He forces you to look him in the eyes and mutters, "Please?"

You frown deeper. Hesitate. You sigh and mutter, "Whatever. Sure. But we're going to talk about this later."

He nods, seeming a little too relieved for it to be normal, before he walks out of the parlor, shutting the door behind him with a jingle of it's bell, leaving you standing alone in there, looking like an idiot.

You sigh, trying to process all this, but not understanding any of it one bit.

When you see Pau again, he somehow manages to avoid that talk you promised him by just being the sweetest with all his cuddles and compliments. You don't realize it was forgotten before he's gone, and it's too late now.

You sigh, deciding to brush it off. Convincing yourself it's nothing.

But then it goes weeks. No communication, or very little. It's strange, and extremely unlike Pau, who has always been one to always respond. Always spam rants. He always has the last word.

So to be suddenly sending short, dry, infrequent texts? And not inviting you to any dates or events?

It gives you a bad, bad, sinking feeling.

"Hey, Pau!" you attempt at smiling when you finally see him again. "It's been... too long, love..." you start. It's after a home game, and you wanted to catch him.

But he sort of just...

Puts you aside.

"One second, Y/n. I've got to finish something. And, uh, can you not just show up at a game like this...? You're kind of...?"

"I'm kind of... what?!" you demand, grabbing his shoulder, forcing him to give you his attention.

He hesitates, before muttering, "You're kind of dragging me down."

Your mouth drops at the same time as your heart does in your chest. "I'm- I'm what?" Your eyes are wide.

He blushes and mutters, "I guess I just... I kind of want to have you and my... my football life, my fame, separated."

You glare, crossing your arms. "Since when have you wanted me separated from anything in your life? What is this all of the sudden?"

He frowns, blushing deeper. "I don't know... I just... I don't know."

"Okay," you snap. "Whatever." And you walk off in anger, just like that.

He doesn't call you back, so you suppose you're leaving, just like he wants you to.

"So?" you stare across at Pau, unimpressed. You invited him to your house, and now you sit at your kitchen table with your hands resting on it, crossed.

"What?" he sighs, looking guilty.

Well, he probably is guilty. He's super guilty. This conversation is just a matter of figuring out what he's guilty of.

"Why have you been ignoring me? Why have you seemed embarrassed any time I'm around? Are you ashamed of me?"

He frowns. "Uh..."

"So you are ashamed of me?" just the question of that sends a pang through your chest.

"I-"

"Why? What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing! It's just... Y/n, listen. I'm famous now. You're, like, just Y/n. You're just a regular girl... I just don't..."

"You don't want it being known you have just a regular girlfriend?!" you fume. "You said you wanted to be 'just Pau'! You said you didn't mind that!" You stand up. "But now you can't have your girlfriend being 'just Y/n'?" you jab in a mocking tone.

He takes your hand and says hesitantly, "You can be my girlfriend... I just..."

"You just don't want anyone seeing me, ever. You're ashamed of me," you confirm, pulling your hand away from his. You hesitate, before saying, "I'll give you a chance. If you can get your head out of the clouds, do it, because we have something that isn't worth losing over this."

He looks up nervous. "You would break up with me?"

"If you don't fix this, Pau. I love you, but I won't-" your voice falters for the first time. "I won't stay with you if you don't fix this. You can't expect me to put myself through that."

He suddenly stands up and hugs you, but it doesn't feel right. It should feel more comforting than it does.

But you swallow. You need to trust him. You should trust that the boy you've loved for years wouldn't throw away your relationship so easily.

He wouldn't, right?

You lay awake at night, laying on your back, staring up at the ceiling. Tears run softly, slowly down the sides of your face, onto your pillow, sinking into it.

Disappearing.

"Pau," you whisper into the empty, stuffy, lonely dark room. "What is it about me? Is there another girl you like more? Am I really that much to be... To be ashamed of?" You groan.

Great. Now I'm talking to myself, because I know I couldn't say this right ot his face.

I'd be too scared to know what his answers would be.

I just want him back. The Pau I know. Not this distant, strange thing he has going on. I want the sweet boy who always wanted me around. The boy who could never shut up about me, never stop raving about me.

Now he's ashamed of my very existence, it seems.

Is it really just the money breaking him? The fame, shattering him to pieces?

That's the only solution you can think of, but you don't want to settle for it.

You shut your eyes, convincing yourself that sleep is needed now.

Though shutting your eyes just pushes more tears out of them.

"It's over..." Somehow, you clench your jaw and stare into him. Somehow, you force yourself to look as hard and cold as a rock.

And as strong as one.

But inside, you're being shattered to pieces, and it's only a matter of time before you break.

Like, for real.

"What? Y/n, no- Please!" But his words, and his tone, doesn't match up with the look in his eyes.

Not exactly.

It's like there's two parts of him, inside, battling each other.

One sees the worth in this relationship. One regrets, and wants to amend. One wants to hold on.

But the other more predominant part is ready to let you go. It sees you as a burden, as a girl that's going to drag him down and make him look bad. A girl who isn't charismatic enough, or pretty enough, to be the girlfriend of a celebrity. A girl who just doesn't make the cut.

Now, you can't stop tears from filling up your eyes as you snap back bitterly, "No, Pau. I gave you a second chance. And a third chance. You didn't listen. You clearly don't care enough about me to get your head out of the clouds and actually make a change! So it's over! Over!"

And by the time you walk out, you're sobbing. Tear, streaming down your cheeks. Your legs shake, and everything feels so wrong.

It's not fair. It's not fair. It's not fair.

We were meant to be.

Forever.

We were suppose to be made for each other.

You sit alone in your room. Pulling at your messy, knotted hair. Feeling unwanted.

You are unwanted, Y/n, a voice in your head screams. He was the one that seemed to love you most, that seemed to never want to hurt you. And he was the one who let go of you, in the end.

You choke out another sob. Your parents were concerned, trying to figure out what was wrong, but right when you yelled when you walked into the house that he's an ungrateful b*tch and you never should have gotten with him in the first place-

You suppose they figured it was Pau.

You swallow back your tears, though you know that won't do anything in the end.

They're just going to keep coming.

For months, it's like you were holding this all in. All these emotions. The hope that things would turn around kept you strong enough not to fall apart.

But now here you are.

Falling apart, because now you see there is no hope.

And it really is over.

You roll over, staring at the wall. Tired, blubbering, whimpering back the sobs that softly escape from you. Staring at the peeling Barcelona posters. Anger boils up in you, and you suddenly reach up. "I don't want anything to do with you and your stupid club that changed you!" you suddenly scream, tearing it off the wall, throwing it on the floor.

You press you forehead against the cool wall, breathing deeply and sniffle pathetically, "I loved you."

And you add as your head pounds from all the confusion and tears in a soft cry, "And I still do."

"Is something wrong?" Gavi quite suddenly asks of Pau during some light warmups.

"Why do you ask?" Pau demands, meeting his eyes.

"You've been... quiet. Seems like something is on your mind?"

"Not really," Pau lies.

"Yeah, right."

"Why do you say that?" challenges the younger of the two teenagers.

"Because I know you're wrong. I know something is on your mind."

Pau frowns, pouting a bit at that. "How could you tell?"

Gavi shrugs casually, stretching out his leg gently. "Just can. But anyway- what is it? Does it have to do with your girlfriend suddenly seemingly disappearing off the face of planet Earth?"

Pau groans, leaning his head back. "How did you know?" he says, sounding more sarcastic and defeated this time than he sounded last time.

Gavi shrugs once more. "Two plus two equals four. So she ditched you?"

"That's a harsh way to put it."

"So she ditched you," Gavi repeats, but this time it's not a question, and more like a confirmation. He waits a few seconds, grabs a ball, then starts doing keepie uppies. After some more time, he passes the ball to Pau in the air as he asks, "So why was it?"

"Why was what?" Pau asks, playing stupid, as they continue passing the ball back and forth, doing a few kick-ups in between each pass.

"You know," Gavi says simply.

Pau sighs heavily. "Ask her, if you want to know why she broke up with me."

"But I'm asking you."

"You're nosy!"

"Okay, sure. Anyway, why did she break up with you?"

Pau frowns. Hesitates. "I don't know. I think she didn't think I was giving her enough attention?"

"Were you?"

Pau glances away.

"Were you?" Gavi repeats.

Pau sighs again. "Probably not." But then he quickly adds, "I just don't know if she was good for me."

"What do you mean? Why not?" There's no judgment in the nineteen-year-old's voice. Just inquiry.

Pau shrugs tentatively. "I don't know... I mean, like, she's just kind of regular."

"Regular?" Gavi asks, and now there's judgment in his tone. Judgment that Pau doesn't particularly appreciate.

"Yes, regular! She's just, like, some girl! I'm getting famous now, and there are so many girls that have crushes on me... like, all over. I mean, you know how it is. Would you settle for some random girl-next-door type, when you have so many options?"

"What do you expect to get?" Gavi demands. "Some girl who looks pretty but has no heart? Some girl that wants your money over your personality? Pau, if I had a girlfriend that I'd have known for as long as you've known Y/n, I wouldn't let go of her for all the money in the world."

"Maybe you're a different person than me, then!" Pau snaps, getting red in the face.

"Of course I am! But I'm just telling you my opinion. She's sweet, and she loves you. She has your interests, she cares, and you already know each other's families. Do you really not love her, or are you just embarrassed that you love her?"

Pau's jaw clenches. "I- I don't know." But something about what he just said, deep down in his chest, seems to hit home.

"And, God, she's pretty. I think you're being a bit too high with your expectations. Seems to me you think you're better than you are." Gavi looks up as he passes the ball in the air once more to Pau. "Maybe you should get your head out of the clouds, step down from the pedestal you've built yourself, and look at things a little bit more rationally to how reality actually is." As the ball lands at Pau's feet, Gavi turns with a wave. "If I were you, I would think about this more. It's clear you're not the same without her. You think you'll be happier without her, but clearly, you're not."

As Gavi walks away, paying careful mind to his knee, he comments, glancing back one more time, "You should think about apologizing. Think about what I said. Because that girl is worth a lot more than you think she is right now."

And Pau is left there, standing. Staring.

And, yes, he has a lot to think about.

It's not too far off to say that you've been a shell of yourself since the breakup. There's a hollowness to your eyes, and silence to your vocal cords, and a constant slight shaking to your hands.

It's like you're holding on my a thread, because at any moment, you could break.

Again.

Sometimes you wonder to yourself why you would let a boy control your feelings so much.

But then you remind youreslef that usually, you wouldn't.

Pau was always just different.

Something about you and him clicked.

Perfectly.

There was never a fear of a breakup with him. You never even expected that to happen. You imagined yourself always to be with him. Someday, you might even get married.

Of course, you had had your fantasies about that.

But now that expectation is crushed, and your heart can't deal with it.

So much so that you had to block is number. And all his socials.

Because it was too much of a temptation to just text him. And beg for him to accept you back.

And you knew that wouldn't do any good in the end.

After all, there was a reason why you broke up with him, and a good one, at that.

But in the end, that makes it harder for Pau, two weeks of thinking and stressing after his chat with Gavi, to talk with you.

So he has to go to your house to talk to you.

No getting out of this the easy way, through a text conversation.

Gavi's words just kind of hit a cord in him. Got him thinking. And now as he walks up to the house with a pathetic bouquet of roses behind his back, he's nervous. He feels emotional, but isn't sure how to deal with the feelings he's experiencing.

He supposes when he sees you, he'll just let whatever comes out of his mouth come out, like he usually does, and he'll hope this time, it's something good.

He knows that's not the best approach to life, but can't think of a better way.

When you hear the doorbell ring, you don't really care. Probably just a delivery man, or your parents friends, or something like that. Something you don't care about. So you continue zoning out on your phone, laying on your bed, wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants.

When your mother answers the door, Pau immediately blurts nervously, "H- Hey... Mrs. Y/s/n. Is Y/n home...?"

She squints hesitantly.

Of course. Probably Y/n trash talked me, Pau thinks to himself. Will she even let me in her home?

But after some thought, she turns and calls into the house, "Y/n! There's someone at the door to see you." She gestures to Pau, beckoning for him to come in.

So she leaves the room, and you enter.

And freeze.

Here Pau is. The first time you've seen him in... way too long. And you're wearing pajamas. Your hair is messy. You probably look so tired.

"Pau?" you barely speak. "Why're you here?"

Suddenly he pulls out a bouquet of bright red roses from behind his back, and blurts, "I'm so sorry, Y/n."

You stare at the roses, before hesitantly taking them. "Uh, I..."

Suddenly he takes your free hand in both of his, wrapping it around his two. And he starts rambling. "Y/n, I'm so sorry... I was wrong; I didn't know what I was doing or talking about. I was stupid... I was putting other things over the most beautiful girl in the world. Your heart is one of gold... I'm so stupid, and it took one of my friends talking sense into me for me to even realize what I was doing,- the exact thing I told you I would never do. So I'm sorry, and I want you to please take me back, because I feel like we are actually meant to be. It feels wrong with you not as my girlfriend, so I, uh... I think I want to try this again and show you how much of a good boyfriend I can be. I can put you above the fame, because I think I really do love you, and my heart belongs with yours. I- Are you crying?"

You sniffle, wiping at your eyes. "P- Pau..." you murmur, your voice cracking. "You... You're so..." You cough a little, and let out a little hiccup.

"You... I'm sorry for making you cry..." he says right away, concern etched into his face.

You throw your arms around him and begin crying softly into his shoulder. He gently rubs your back, as you press the roses against his.

"You made me cry so much," you breathe. "More than you'll ever know."

"Oh, Y/n," he breathes. And there's regret in his voice. Real regret. "I'm so sorry... Please let me make it up to you now."

You sniff, leaning away to look up at him. "You don't care that my hair is tangled right now? Or that I'm just wearing my pajamas?"

"If I did, that would show I really haven't come around. Of course I don't care. I'm just glad you're here... In... in my arms again."

You sniff and nod. "Thank- Thank you, Pau... For everything. And I forgive you. I forgive you," you take in a few deep breathes, before adding, "And thanks for the roses. They're nice. Smell nice."

He nods, his eyes softening even further. "So... you'll give me another chance?"

You hesitate for only a second, before nodding. "Yes, I will."

He pulls you into another hug, wrapping you in his strong warmth.

It feels like true comfort. Like he really does care.

You breathe a breath of fresh air.

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joesanrio · 10 months

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They’re here | R.R

Summary: Ever since Nova had the baby, they’ve only gotten a hand full of visits. But now the whole family gets to see the golden baby.

Pairings: Joe Anoa’i {Roman Reigns} x Nova (OC) || Established relationship

Warnings: Uses real names, Baby cries, BabyDaddy!Joe, and that’s all bcs it’s just a big pound of Fluff.

Word count: 1047

Ratings: Fluff | 16+

A/N: I’ve been writing so much new stuff that I keep forgetting abt the two drafts, they'll come out eventually.

Part one: Want to see her? | Fluff

@bakugoumarianawrites (sorry for the wait)

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“What did you do to my baby?” I gasp when Joe walks in holding the baby with a small mohawk, “She thinks it’s nice, don’t you Lala! See.” He coos at her making her squeal. All I did was ask him to bathe her, not be a hairstylist. “Mommy!” She reaches out when Joe passes her to me as he goes back to the bathroom to get her lotion.

“You don’t have to lie baby… we both know you had no choice.” I whisper to her before smoothing her curly hair down as she leans her face onto my chest and continues to let out a random babble.

He comes back with her lotion, and I finish getting her dressed for the day. “We are matching, you look cuter though.” I smile as I admire her in her cute outfit that’s the same color scheme as mine.

We were going to a cookout with family and a couple of close friends at Jon and Trinity’s house, “Oh look at my princess!” Joe exclaims as he picks Nalani up from the bed. “Lala!” She points to herself as he nods amused at her little voice.

I leave the room to pack her bag with all her necessities and about three toys. “She has her stuff animal, right?” I shout from the other room down the hall, “No, It’s in the living room.” I heard him reply.

“Alright, everything is ready.” I say as I toss her bag onto my other shoulder and Joe comes down the hall holding the baby. When passing the living room, I stop to grab her plush hello kitty off the couch.

“Don’t be sassy with me Nalani, you know my joke was funny.” Joe chuckles as she looks unamused at her father. She squeals loudly when she sees me with the toy, I hand it to her, and she immediately hugs it while Joe sets the alarm.

[Jon and Trin’s House 3:45pm]

“Is that Lala!” Trinity exclaims when she opens the door revealing the music and chatter of family, before she scoots to the side so we can enter. “It’s been forever since we seen her!” Jon said coming around the corner fixing his hat, before giving us a hug. “Jayla has been asking when y’all would be here, all damn day.” Jon joked, making us laugh.

We all headed to the living room where some older members of the family were at. “Oh, I remember when you were a baby, now you have one of your own!” Joe’s great Aunt smiled as we greeted her, “She’s beautiful. Looks just like Nova.” She winked at me before sitting back down on the couch.

“Isn’t she so big now!” Trinity said as Joe placed the car seat on the corner of the couch, “Bae! Look at her dimples.” Trin said pointing at Nalani’s cheek. “She is only 7 months old. Tell them you’re still small!” I coo at my baby as she immediately smiles, unbuckling her from the car seat.

Joe and Jon already having their own conversation as I pick her up, “Girl! Your body definitely snapped back huh?” Trinity had me spin for her. “You think so?” I smile as I follow her to the outside patio, “Girl yes, your waist is like whoop while you booty is like boom!” She creates sound effects with her mouth causing me to giggle at her silliness.

After greeting everyone, I was finally able to sit down. “Auntie Nova! I can watch Lala for you?” Jayla requests as she clasps her hands together, “I don’t want you babysitting! You should go have fun.” I smile, but Jayla pouts. “Please! Look- she totally wants to go with me.” She begs as Nalani almost falls out of my arms trying to get to Jayla, “Okay, but whenever you get tired bring her back to me.” I say as we pinkie promise, and I pass her the baby. “We are going to have so much fun!” Jayla smiles before heading back in the house.

“Here…” Joe says coming up from behind me before sitting down in the empty chair on the side of me, he hands me my favorite drink. “You look gorgeous.” He whispers in my ear with a small smile making my heart flutter, “Thank you.” I kiss his cheek before he goes off engaging in a conversation with the rest of his cousins.

“Where’s the baby?” Trinity asks coming back from the kitchen with a glass of champagne, “With Jayla.” My head tilting towards the house. “Tamina and Mercedes drove together, so they should be here soon.” Trinity mentioned as she looked at the time on her phone. The rest of the girls nodding as we began to talk about random stuff, and how much we missed each other.

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“Mommy!” Nalani cried as I tried to calm her down, she was never a big fan of loud noise when she was trying to sleep, but neither was I. “Oh my baby, I know.” I coo at her as she cries along my chest while I bounce her in my arms gently, “What’s wrong?” Joe enters the room concerned as it’s been a while since we first entered.

His eyes quickly fell onto the baby, “Why she crying?” he asked as he grabbed her from my arms delicately. “She’s sleepy but it’s too loud.” I say while looking in her bag for her pacifier, though she seems to be calming down now that she’s in Joe’s arms.

He pats her back gently as he goes to sit down on the bed himself, “See, you’re okay.” He whispers to the now sniffling baby. “Oh, so not fair.” I whisper as I playfully glare at Joe, in return he sticks his tongue out at me before grabbing the pacifier I handed out to him. “Don’t be a hater because she’s a daddy’s girl.” He places the pacifier in her mouth, “Whatever.” I giggle before sitting beside them.

Not even 5 minutes later, she was knocked out on Joe’s chest before he laid her down in the make-shift pillow barrier I created so she doesn’t roll off the bed. “She’s just like you.” Joe whispered as he looked at Nalani with small hearts in his eyes.

Nalani’s Nickname: Lala

#roman reigns #joe anoa'i #joe anoa’i fluff #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns fluff #roman reigns fic #wwe superstars #jey uso #jimmy uso #trinity fatu #the usos #wwe x oc #wwe roman reigns #wwe fanfiction #joesanrio

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Hi if you ever get a chance could you do like a cute little fic of eddie having a major crush on reader and doesn't even try to hide it like he's always flirting with her and following her around like a lost little puppy if they are at a party at Steve's he's constantly getting her drinks and just being her bodyguard bc no one fucks with her when he's around he's always the first to give her a compliment and he's always checking in to see if she's okay etc

AN | I love this idea so much! Soft, sweet, golden retriever Eddie! Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Language, Mention of Spiked Party Drinks

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.1k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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Eddie Munson was so fucking in love with you. Like ridiculously so. Sometimes the sheer amount of love he had for you was shocking. How could one man possess so much love in his body and have all of it for one person? He didn’t know. But he wasn’t going to question it.

The only problem? You had absolutely no clue. You were wickedly smart but when it came to seeing your best friend’s very obvious feelings, you were almost painfully clueless. In his mind, he took your obliviousness as rejection. He’d tried to get his heart used to the idea that you didn’t love him like he loved you many times in many ways and other people but every single time had been fruitless. Everything always came back to you. And you would never even know.

To others, there were times when it was extremely painful to see Eddie being your shadow, your little golden retriever. It just so happened to be painful to see you, just as in love with Eddie, but Eddie having absolutely no clue. You were just as tender and soft for him, always looking at him as though he’d hung the moon and all the stars. But you were convinced that he was way too cool and would never possibly be interested in you.

Essentially, you were both oblivious fools.

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You tugged up the strap of your dress and gave yourself a once over when you heard the doorbell. A small squeak of surprise escaped your lips as you glanced at the angry red numbers on your alarm clock. Finishing your make-up had taken longer than expected and surprisingly Eddie was on time to pick you up. Grabbing your cape, bag, and heels, you ran down the stairs and to the door, throwing it open in one foul swoop.

“Hi Eddie bear,” your face was beaming as soon as you saw him. His big, brown eyes widened in surprise at your costume before his expression softened and his cheeks flushed a pretty hue of rose. You looked him over and couldn’t help but giggle at the silly little plastic fangs that were in his mouth. He was dressed in all black, with a billowy red and black cape knotted around his neck, “I like the fangs, handsome. Very intimidating.”

“I want to suck your blooth,” he tried to speak but his words got caught in his mouth through the cheap plastic. You reached up and pulled them out of his mouth and giggled at him. And oh. That sound went straight to his heart, “angel. You look very witchy.”

“Do I?” your big eyes were curious as you tied the glittery cape around your shoulders, along with the witch’s hat on your head as you gave him a twirl. It was taking every bit of strength not to grab you and kiss you then and there. When you told him you were going as a witch, he didn’t think you were going as a sexy little witch. Fuck.

“Y-yeah,” he nodded, reminding himself to breathe and not let his mind run too wild with wickedly sinful thoughts, “you look great.”

“We both do!” your eyes were big and lit up with happiness. You thought he looked good; you were going to be the death of him, “a vampire and a witch - they’re gonna love us, Eds.”

“I-I guess we’d better get going,” he stammered nervously, “don’t wanna be late to Steve’s.”

“Let’s go,” you slipped on your heels before grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers together as you ran towards his van, “‘m so excited, Eds!”

“Me too,” he agreed softly, already knowing that tonight was going to be the death of him if he had to see you look like that all night. He knew any guy at the part, and probably a number of girls would be all over you. And he wouldn’t be able to do anything but watch.

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You were practically bouncing and buzzing with excited energy as you jumped out of Eddie’s van and almost ran to Steve’s door. You could hear the music and hum of people thrumming throughout the house. You turned around to make sure that Eddie was coming and you already found him already standing behind you with a soft little smile on his face. Unable to control yourself, you leaned up on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His mouth dropped open and formed a small o as he touched the skin that had been blessed with the touch of your lips.

“Come on!” you took his hand and pushed open the door and led the way into the crowd of people all dressed up and in various stages of drunkenness. Eddie scanned through the hordes of people, zoning in on the people that he thought could lead to trouble. He wanted you to have a good time and would do anything to ensure that you did so, even if that meant he wasn’t.

You’d taken his hand and clutched onto it tightly as you looked around for your friends. You spied tall and gangly Robin across the house, speaking animatedly with Nancy; you were ready to head over and let loose with them and see what the latest gossip.

“I’m gonna go over to Robin and Nance, yeah?” you nodded your head in their direction, and Eddie relaxed when he saw the girls, “I think I saw Steve, Jonathan, and Argyle in the living room! Catch up later?”

“Yeah, of course,” he gave your hand a squeeze as you beamed at him, “whatever you want, angel.”

“You’re the best,” you pulled your hand out of his and a small sound of disappointment escaped his lips, thankfully covered up by the deep thumping of the bass. You turned on your heel and offered him a soft, wistful little wave before bouncing towards your friends. He had no clue how someone so gentle and ethereal could possibly be real.

“You could just tell her, you know,” Steve had appeared over his shoulder and caused Eddie to almost jump in surprise. He turned to look at the younger man and narrowed his eyes, but happily accepted the red plastic cup of beer that was held out to him, “you’re practically drooling over her.”

“First of all, I am not drooling over her,” he scoffed, taking an obligatory swig of the warm beer, “and second of all, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Mhmm,” Steve patted his shoulder, fueling the fire by simply egging him on, “whatever you say man. She does look really hot though. Do you think she’d say yes if I asked her out?”

Eddie almost choked on his sip, coughing as the liquid caught in his throat. Steve clapped him on the back but said nothing, “I dunno man.”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while,” his lie was so smooth that he almost believed it himself. It wasn’t that Steve didn’t find you attractive, and honestly, if Eddie hadn’t been yours in all but name, he probably would have asked you out at some point, “maybe I’ll just do it.”

“Don’t,” Eddie’s response came through gritted teeth as he turned to him, eyes narrowed and a frown tugging down the corners of his mouth. Internally, Steve was practically screaming with happiness. All he wanted to do was to push his friends together and maybe finally get the two of you over your little fears and worries, “I mean it’d just be weird, you know? Friends dating friends…and what if something happened? Things would be awkward for everyone.”

“Hmm,” Steve thoughtfully tapped the red plastic cup to the edge of his lip, “you never know. It could work out, but no one will know without trying.”

“Steve,” the metalhead practically groaned as gave his friend a small look, “please.”

“Okay,” he agreed, understanding exactly what he was trying to say, “wanna smoke? Argyle’s supplying tonight.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, hoping a good blunt would take some of the edge off this evening, “good idea.”

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The night had been going well…mostly. A few times you could feel an intense stare on you, and when you looked over, you found Eddie watching you closely. Despite you throwing a smile back at him, he never looked less tense. You wondered what was going on with him, but decided not to worry about it.

After a few drinks, you felt thoroughly loosened up and dragged Robin towards the crowd of people dancing. You held her hand as the two of you danced to the music, giggling and moving as best as you could in the thick crowd of people. Eddie’s mouth had practically run dry at the sight of you moving your hips to the music, sensual and carefree. The temptation to make his way over to you to grab you and kiss you was growing stronger and stronger. He was a strong man but even strong men sinned sometimes.

After you'd been dancing for some time, a random guy started to come to you and every alarm bell in his body started to go off. He watched as he put a hand in your hip and started to whisper in your ear. For a moment your face narrowed in confusion but when the man pulled away he could see a smile on your face.

You looked over and caught his eyes, shrugging with a small laugh. At least one of you was amused by all of this. The man came back, and Eddie immediately decided he hated him. He was tall, tan, and handsome in that all American boy type of way. In his mind, Eddie had no chance compared to him; he was tall and gangly with a shock of messy dark curls and very little to offer. It wasn't a shock you'd never chosen him.

But when he noticed the plastic cup that was almost shoved into your hand, he knew something was up, besides the fact that he hated any man that showed you attention like he wished he could. He set his beer bottle down and crossed the room to where you were, grabbing the cup from you. You hadn’t even seen him come over and you made a small sound of surprise at his sudden appearance.

“Eddie?” you looked at him in confusion in your wide, concerned doe eyes. Those damn eyes that would be the death of him.

“You can go,” he offered the man a scowl before wrapping an arm protectively around your shoulders, “and fuck off.”

“Hey man, I was just trying to talk to her,” the man held up his hands and mock surrender but Eddie wasn’t about to back down, “didn’t know she was your girl.”

“Just trying to talk?” he rolled his eyes, disdain and distrust lacing his voice. He held out his arm, extending the cup out to him, “take a drink then. If you were just trying to talk, surely you’d both want a drink, right?”

“I’m good,” his eyes widened and his face flushed red as Eddie glowered.

“So only she should be drinking,” Eddie’s head cocked to the side, “and you should be sober, that’s interesting.”

“I was going to get a drink for myself-”

“Take this one,” Eddie insisted as you looked at the other man - Paul or Peter or something like that - in surprise, “it’s brand new and untouched. Right?”

“I don’t fucking need this shit,” he scoffed before crossing his arms over his chest, “get your whore out of here then, freak.”

He turned and stomped away without another word. Across the house Steve caught Eddie’s eye and was able to guess what happened. He gave Eddie a nod before following after your would-be assailant, ready to throw him out, if not worse. Knowing Steve and how fiercely he protected his loved ones, that man was going to be in for a hell of a beating.

“Eddie,” you had tears glistening in your worried eyes, “thank you. I-I had no clue. He just came up and started talking to me and he seemed so nice and said he’d get me a drink.”

“It’s okay,” he promised as he squeezed your shoulder with what he hoped was a reassuring smile, “I’ve got you. I’ll keep you safe, angel.”

“Eddie,” he had to close his eyes for a moment at the sweet way you’d said his name, letting it drip from your lips like golden honey. A few tears had rolled down your cheeks and he tenderly brushed them away. Without a moment of hesitation, you wrapped your arms around him and smushed yourself into this chest, holding onto him tightly, “thank you. I-I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you so much.”

“Don’t,” he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to steady his shaky breath as you looked up at him with confusion on your pretty face, “please. Don’t say those words…you’re gonna kill me, sweetheart.”

“But…Eddie,” your blood red lips formed a small frown, “I mean it. I’ve always meant it.”

“But not…you have to know, right?” he groaned as he scrubbed a hand over his face, “right?”

“Know what?” you dropped your hand from around him and he scoffed lightly, shrugging his shoulders before stepping away from you. You tried to grab his hand but he just pulled out of your grasp.

“Never mind,” he shook his head, “I’m…I’ve gotta get some fresh air.”

He turned on his heel and headed outside without another word, leaving you to stare after him in confusion. He’d never once spoken to you in such a manner and the change was startling. Golden, gentle Eddie had raised his voice to you.

“Babe, what happened?” Robin came back over and handed you a bottle of water, “what’s up with Eddie?”

“I dunno,” you confessed, “he basically saved me from some creep and then I thanked him and I told him I loved him and he told me not to say that. He asked if I knew and then when I said I didn’t, he got upset and went outside. I don’t know what I did, Robs. He looked so upset.”

Robin processed what you had said for a moment before she was able to put two and two together, a look of happiness and then upset crossing her pretty features. Maybe tonight was when her and Steve’s plan finally worked…even if it needed a sharp nudge in the right direction, “you know he’s in love with you, right?”

“Robin!” you hissed and shook your head, “he doesn’t! He’s my best friend, I know he loves me and…but it’s just as friends.”

“No,” she shook her head, “definitely not. Y’know how Nancy looks at Johnathan? Like they’re super in love and shit?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s how Eddie looks at you…but like a hundred times worse,” she explained as your mind started to reel in shock, “everyone knows, babe. Apparently everyone but you.”

“And he’s upset because…he thinks I don’t feel the same,” you frowned deeply, “but he’s wrong!”

“He doesn’t know that,” she spun you around and started to push you towards the backdoor, “unless you tell him.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, already pushing your way through the crowd to chase after him. When you made it outside, you found Eddie standing by the pool, a cigarette in his hand as he appeared to be deep in thought.

“Eddie?” you asked softly as you made your way over to him, startling him as he just stared at you, his face a nervous mask as he looked at you, “c-can we talk?”

“I don’t really want to talk right now, princess,” he sighed before taking a long drag and slowly blowing out the smoke, “I’ll catch up to you when you’re ready to go.”

“Eddie-”

“I’m fine,” he insisted, an unconvincing lie, “I’m sorry I lost my temper with you. I didn’t-”

“I’m in love with you,” you cut him off before he was able to say anything else to you. He stopped with the cigarette halfway to his mouth as he stared at you in shock. When he didn’t say anything, you crossed your arms over his chest and let out a small, anxious little giggle, “umm, I just…wanted to let you know. I just never thought you’d feel the same way. Unless you don’t and then I-I’ve just made a fool of myself but ugh, that’d be okay too. ‘Cause then you know at least. But ugh…you, Eddie Munson, have never just been a friend. You’ve always been so much more.”

He was stupefied and frozen, unable to find any sort of response. Your face was warmed up in embarrassment. You took a few steps back, ready to tuck your tail between your legs and run, “y-you’re not saying anything so I umm, I’ll just go. I’m sorry for making this awkward…maybe we can pretend this night never happened?”

You turned around, ready to seek refuge inside, but before you could take another step, you felt his fingers wrap delicately around your wrist. Turning back to face him, you found that his eyes were just as nervous as you felt, but that familiar bit of him was starting to come back, “you have no clue how long I’ve been waiting to hear that.”

“March 14th, 1983,” you answered and his pretty bambi eyes widened in surprise, “that’s how long it’s been for me at least.”

“That’s the day we met,” he was incredulous as you just nodded.

“Yeah,” you nodded softly, “it is.”

“Fuck me,” he whispered as you laughed softly, letting him pull you closer. You were standing right in front of him, almost touching but not quite, “can I kiss you?”

“Yeah,” you nodded eagerly, “yes - please.”

At first his kiss was soft and timid, his lips brushing against yours so gently that it left you leaning into him and wanting more. When he pulled back, almost as if unsure it was good enough, you put a hand on his cheek and guided him back to yours, kissing him with more confidence now, making a small sound into his mouth when his hands settled comfortably on your waist. This time neither of you pulled back unless you were breathless and starry-eyed, grinning at each other shyly.

“It was March 15th, 1983 for me,” he whispered and you cocked an eyebrow in amusement, “it took a day to process the fact that I’d met an angel and that you were actually real.”

“Eddie!” you started laughing and playfully swatted his chest, “you’re such a dork!”

“Your dork,” he said timidly, almost as if he was asking and you nodded.

“Mine,” you agreed, “you’ve always been mine, Eddie.”

“You too,” he promised sweetly, “can I kiss you again?”

“I’d be insulted if you didn’t,” you felt his lips brushing softly against yours, “please don’t ever stop.”

“I won’t,” a soft, sweet declaration, “never.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you

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greymoonfeelings · 2 years

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flufftober day 1: wearing each other’s clothes

pairing: Jake Seresin x Fem!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: suggestive comment

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“Babe, where are the costumes for the party tonight?”

Jake saunters out of the steamy bathroom, a white towel tied around his waist. He finds you stretched out on your queen size bed, casually scrolling through your phone. It takes him by surprise, he thought you’d be getting ready.

“What are you talking about?” You shift your gaze to him, clueless as to what he was referring to.

“The Halloween party tonight?”

You shake your head, it doesn’t ring a bell. You’re sure you would have remembered needing costumes for a Halloween party and when you checked the calendar this morning there was nothing noted.

“Rooster’s been talking about it for weeks. It’s his first party at his new house. He said we all have to dress up or we owe him $40.”

“It looks like you better pull out your wallet.”

“Damn, I swore I wrote it on the calendar.”

Jake leaves the room, heading into the kitchen to double-check. His forehead slumps against the wall when he sees the empty square on the calendar.

“Don’t you have spare cat ears or anything?” He hollers from the kitchen.

“Why would I have cat ears laying around?”

“I don’t know! You collect all sorts of weird stuff!”

“Unfortunately, cat ears aren’t one of them.”

Jake reappears, flopping onto the bed beside you with a loud groan.

“I really don’t want to be in debt to that man.”

You rack your brain trying to come up with a solution. A simple one comes to mind. “I have an idea, but I’m not sure you’re going to like it…”

An hour later you’re standing next to your boyfriend, putting the final touches on his look before stepping back to examine your work.

“I truly am an artist,” you beam, admiring the crisp winged eyeliner you’d drawn.

“Oh my god.” Jake looks in the mirror horrified. “I look like my sister.”

“Wait.” You scurry out of the bathroom to find the perfect item to complete his costume.

You return with a neon pink wig in your hands. You stand on your tiptoes, gently placing it over Jake’s short blond hair.

“Now you look like your sister.” You giggle at the grimace that flashes across Jake’s face.

“So you have a wig laying around but no cat ears?”

“Jess made us wear wigs for her bachelorette party.” You shrug. “Just be glad I didn’t pick the highlighter yellow one.”

“This is ridiculous.” Jake pulls at the black rayon top that stretches against his chest. On his hulking form it fits like a crop top and he looks like he just raided a teenage girl’s closet.

“I don’t know, I think it’s kinda hot.” You lick your lips, trailing a hand down your boyfriend’s toned abs.

His eyebrows furrow as he watches your reflection in the mirror. “Really? This is turning you on?”

“Minus the wig, you look like lava girl.”

“Well, what are you gonna wear?”

“Only the best of Jake Seresin attire. Denim on denim and your big ol’ cowboy hat.”

Jake trails behind you into the bedroom. You rifle through the closet to find his jean jacket and pluck his tan cowboy hat off the top shelf.

“See, now we both look silly.” You motion to the way the denim jacket hangs off your body.

Even though Jake was sour about his costume, he couldn’t help but smile at you. Seeing you in his things made his heart skip.

“You’ve never looked more beautiful, honey.” He pecks you on the lips, the bangs of his wig tickling your forehead.

“Maybe we should stay home instead.” Jake looks at you suggestively. “I could leave the crop top on.”

“As tempting as that sounds, we should go to the party. You did say it was really important to Rooster.”

Jake groans, annoyed with himself for commenting earlier.

“Cheer up, Princess.” You lovingly pinch Jake’s cheek, causing him to roll his eyes.

“You gonna make fun of me all night?”

“I think I’ll let your friends do that for me.”

You knew his friends well enough to know they’d get a kick out of seeing Jake all dolled up. He could be a real egotistical asshole, but seeing him like this would surely knock him down a few pegs.

———

Rooster opens the front door to his new house, whistling at the sight before him. Jake pushes into the house with a grumble, bumping against Rooster in the process. You walk in behind your boyfriend, rolling your eyes at his dramatics.

“What’s wrong with strawberry shortcake?”

“He’s embarrassed.”

You can hear the laughter coming from the other room, no doubt it was at the expense of Jake and his costume. Rooster gratefully takes the case of beer from your arms before leading you to the rest of the guests.

“Looking good Hangman!”

“Give us a twirl!” Fanboy insists and everyone cheers in favor.

Jake begrudgingly turns around, giving everyone a full view of his ridiculous costume.

“You’d look a lot prettier if you smiled more.” Phoenix antagonizes him further with the usual comments that women get.

“Oh, c’mon guys, he’s already in a bad mood, don’t make it worse.” You come to your boyfriend’s rescue with a drink in hand.

“Was this your idea?” Coyote asks. “It’s one of your better ones.”

“Well if someone had given me more than two hours notice, I may have been able to get us actual costumes.”

“I like strawberry shortcake and cowgirl barbie.”

“Agreed. You’re looking mighty fine in that cowboy hat, girl.”

“Thank you, partner.” You tip your borrowed hat in Phoenix’s direction.

“I don’t sound like that.” Jake grumbles.

“Sure you do, sugar.” You continue with the fake southern accent. “Now who thinks they can out-drink me, the greatest pilot the US Navy has ever seen?“

As the night progresses, Jake’s bad mood disappears and he fully leans into pretending to be you. He starts mimicking your personality and becomes the night's main entertainment, dancing on top of tables like a sorority girl and singing Mariah Carey at full volume. You’ve seen him let loose before when drunk but never to this degree. It’s nice to see him having so much fun even if you’ll be the one babying him tomorrow morning when his hangover hits.

#flufftober2022 #flufftober day 1 #top gun:maverick #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin fanfic #jake seresin fluff #heather writes

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beanghostprincess · 3 months

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Fem Sanuso is on my mind again... And I can't stop thinking about them.

Usopp and her long hair falling over her shoulders like a chocolate fountain (she has a very strict hair routine although it doesn't look like it), dressed in loose sweaters or tight tops under her baggy overalls or long wavy skirts. Usopp wears a lot of jewelry she handmade with stones and shells she has found during their trip, and silly hats that are animal-shaped that Nami has helped her knit. She doesn't wear much make-up because she finds it rather stupid, but when she does it's always earth tones matching her outfits and she has sooo so many badges and keychains on her clothes and bags. Her hands are always stained with paint and oil and she still manages to smell like wood and wet grass only. She's toned, and strong, with a wide waist, and since she always wears boots, she looks taller than she is. Her hands and arms have some scars and she's constantly showing them off so so proudly, just like her stretch marks for losing so much weight so quickly in the time-skip. She always has some bug and insect around to talk to or take care of and she's so feminine and mother-like to them that Sanji understands why every little thing wants to be their friend. She's extremely chaotic too, of course, and she's always ready to play with Luffy and Chopper no matter the game or shamelessly go annoy the shit out of Zoro.

Sanji and her long blonde hair in a bun and some strands all over the place, with her bangs still covering her right eye (looking a bit too much like her mom). She dresses in her usual suits but sometimes she chooses to wear tight or short skirts instead, or just long dresses that most of the time shares with Robin. Sanji doesn't wear a lot of jewelry, only a necklace Usopp made for her with a shell but that's pretty much it (she never takes it off), and perhaps a bracelet or two (... Also made by Usopp, of course). Unlike Usopp, whose beauty is purely natural, Sanji is a bit too concerned about her looks to not have a make-up routine. She doesn't wear too much, though, only enough to cover her eyebags and give herself a bit of a softer touch. The aprons she wears always look so good on her and despite having smaller boobs than the other girls, the curve around her chest when she wears tight clothes makes her girlfriend go insane. She's skinnier than Usopp but her thighs are wider and trained, with some stretch marks and scars she doesn't want to talk about but Usopp teaches her to worship them and look at them with pride. She looks sweet, and she is, but she could easily beat your ass and she's always complaining about men everywhere and ready to burn to a crisp/kick everybody that crosses her or her girls.

They're so sweet!!! So clingy!!! Usopp will make necklaces for Sanji and Sanji will cook all the vegetables she plants. They exchange clothes sometimes, Sanji wearing Usopp's big, brown sweaters and Usopp using Sanji's shirts. Sanji is constantly sitting on top of Usopp and Usopp is always hugging her tight while they sleep. Sanji is always kissing her forehead and Usopp never misses a chance to kiss Sanji's hands. Sanji stains her cigarettes with lipstick? Usopp will take it from her and kiss it before throwing it off because "really, babe, you should stop smoking" / "Oh, but you find it so hot" / "... Kind of? No! Not- Not the point". Sanji helps Usopp with her hair routine and Usopp helps her with breakfast. They're. Always. Together. Unless Luffy is asking for Usopp's attention or Robin wants to have a chat with Sanji.

#they mean the world to me #can you tell i love women #i love girls #this is not like- op genderbend. they're just trans to me but whatever #they live in my mind rent free aghadhhsgd #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso #fem sanuso #fem usopp #fem sanji

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moralesispunk · 2 years

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Kinktober Day Two - Floor Sex // Frankie Morales

Kinktober Masterlist / @the-purity-pen

Warnings: female reader, established relationship, mention of a post-baby body, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2.4k

It was rare that you and Frankie managed to go on a date night outside of the four walls of your home. A seven month old baby girl paired with you starting back work part-time meant that it was hard enough, even with her uncles and grandparents who are more than happy to take her for the night.

On those nights, every other week, when Sofía is sent off with hundreds of kisses and even more cuddly toys that you and Frankie both swear she needs to sleep (despite the eye roll from his Mom as her eldest child packs the three bags for one night into the trunk and she lovingly reminds him that she has raised three children) neither of you can find the energy to actually go out. You are both more than happy to relax, order a takeaway and watch a movie on “the big screen” - the TV in the living room - which is eventually paused with the intention of a quick facetime to Sofía but ends with you both falling asleep on the sofa, much to the pain of your lower backs.

Somehow, by some miracle from above, you had both successfully planned a date night for tonight. Friday’s are your half-days and Sofía’s Uncle Will had picked her up just as you logged off for the day, swinging her bags over his shoulder and sending a wink your way as he backed out of the drive and you ran back in to get ready.

Life post-baby had meant that the excitement of going out to try that new restaurant that opened up or booking to see the new blockbuster that was advertised during every show you watched turned into hoping that something would come up and you would have to cancel, slipping your feet out of heels and into slippers before you even ended the call on your overly apologetic friend as your too-tight jeans were left on the floor and swapped for a pair of Frankie’s boxers.

Not tonight though.

For some reason, a good hormone day or perhaps just you really missed these kinds of nights with your husband, you were excited.

You danced in front of the mirror as you got dressed, dug in your drawers for that too-expensive perfume, spent those extra minutes to get your lipstick just right, even looked out the lace underwear set Frankie had bought you in the (successful) attempt to make you love your post-baby body more… and then you waited in the living room.

And waited.

Time ticked on and suddenly there wasn’t enough time for Frankie to get home, shower and go out. Not if you wanted to keep that dinner reservation with the strict 15 minutes hold policy.

The genuine disappointment started to creep in and you tried not to be mad at Frankie - because something could have come up at work - but he could have called and let you know. Or even text.

With a sigh you stood and began to walk back down the hall, leaning against the sidetable to slip your heels back off, but before you could do anything a knock came to the door at exactly six on the dot. The sadness was still working up your chest when you opened the door and it took a moment to realize who was standing before you.

Your handsome, silly, loving husband dressed up in his best jeans and button down shirt with flowers in hand.

“Hi.” You laughed, blinking back at him.

“Hey.” He was clean shaven, his hat was gone and his hair, while still messy, was more tame than usual this time on a Friday. His smile was shy, that same smile that had covered his face when he picked you up for that first date all those years ago, and his eyes roamed over your body before finally looking back up into yours. “Ready?”

Still nervously laughing, the good kind of nerves that reminded you of what it was like to first date your husband, you started to step out of the door before stopping. “The flowers.” You took them gently from his hand and brought them to your nose, smelling the sweetness as you closed your eyes. “Thank you. I love them.”

He waited by the door as you ran back inside and placed the bouquet of pinks and reds in enough water to keep them fresh for getting home and then with your bag across your shoulder and keys in your hand, you were off.

Hours later, after good food and music at the bar next to the restaurant, Frankie was driving you both home. His hand rested on your lap and you played with each of his fingers as he told you a story from work that day, his thumb mindlessly tapping against the steering wheel along to the music as he went.

You had spent the whole night just being with each other; not Mom and Dad, just you and Frankie. You still had a quick phone call to say goodnight to Sofía but as soon as you hung up Frankie’s arm was back around your shoulder, a kiss pressed to your cheek as the conversation from before resumed.

The night had been mostly doused with a relaxed air but as you inched closer and closer home the car started to fill with something more tense; more heated. Frankie's hand slipped out of your grasp and his blunt fingers dragged up and down your thigh before gripping the soft top part and your legs opened immediately for him. Nothing was said as he cupped his palm over your jeans, your hips instinctively rocking into his touch as you bit down on your bottom lip and he kept his eyes on the road.

By the time he had parked the truck in the garage you were panting and your nails were digging into the leather of the seat as he quickly undid your seatbelt, rushing around the front of the truck to lift you out and wrap your legs around his waist. His hands could only fumble with the keys as you kissed down his neck, eventually the door opening with a bang as he stumbled to the wall and gripped your neck to crash his mouth against yours.

His hand stayed resting just below your neck, his thumb stroking across your collarbone as your fingers tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck. Your kiss was all teeth and tongue and barely put together sentences mumbled against each other as clothes were ripped off and hands gripped at now bare skin.

“Frankie-”

“I need to taste-”

“There, please, there-”

“Fuck, you look so good-”

“I need you to-”

At some point Frankie had perched you on the side table in the hall, his mouth sucking a mark on your neck as his fingers scissored in and out of you in a way that had you soaking his forearm as his hips rutted against you where his cock slid against the crease between your thigh and hip. You could barely string a thought together but you knew that you needed him; you needed more and for him to be closer and for you to fit together in a way you knew was perfect.

“Frankie- Inside. I need you inside.”

His head lifted from your neck and you took in his flushed cheeks and dark eyes, his lips that were plump and pouting as his jaw went slack. His eyes darted to the stairs before his head turned to the kitchen and he lifted you off of the table with one forearm under your thighs and his hand holding the back of your neck as he kissed you hard.

It had been longer than you could remember since you were both this desperate for each other, this careless for where you were when you gave into the need to take each other here and now. With a young baby usually in the house this spontaneity had to give to something calmer - and not that either of you were complaining for the most part because you would give up the world for your daughter - but sometimes you missed this.

Suddenly your back was arching away from something cold but a steady hand on your stomach pushed you back down, your legs falling open as Frankie settled between them and stared down at you. It was still dark but the back porch light gave enough light for you to see how his pupils were blown wide and his eyelids fluttered closed for only a moment as he slipped his fingers into his mouth and he hummed as the taste of you danced along his tongue before dropping his hand and lining his cock up at your entrance. As his body folded over yours and his forehead came to rest against your sternum, your head rolled to the side enough to take in the kitchen around you; the dark room that was cold enough to cover your skin in goosebumps before Frankie’s warmth banished them away.

As his cock pushed inside in one deep, slow stroke, his lips wrapped around your nipple and his grunt was muffled against your skin while your moan echoed around the room. When he pulled out slowly it was the last of the caution he had left, his hips slamming back into yours in a way that made your nails drag down his back and a loud whine of his name echoed around the room.

He set a punishing pace and his cock drilled into you, one hand slipping between your bodies to rub perfectly against your clit while the other slipped into yours that rested by your head as he held his weight up.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he muttered, kissing between your breasts before his lips wrapped around your other nipple and your back arched into his touch. Your fingers threaded through his hair as you held him there, his thighs opening your legs wider for him as he pushed deeper and deeper inside. “It’s like you were made for me, hm?”

“Yes! Yes, Frankie I was made for you- fuck- you make me feel so full.”

That made him groan in return, his mouth kissing up your neck and jaw before his lips ghosted over yours. He wasn’t quite pressing his mouth against yours, his breath fanning your chin in sharp gasps as his eyes closed in an almost pained-pleasure and his forehead rested against your own.

“I’m- I’m so close,” you gasped and his forehead nodded against yours, his jaw slack with pleasure and all words lost on his tongue as he brought you both to the edge and pushed you over with one last thrust of his hips into yours.

A mix of his name and wordless moans left your mouth as your body shook beneath his and he eventually pressed his lips to yours, swallowing each and every sound you gave him as he spilled inside. He was wound so tight that all he could do was give into his own release, his heartbeat thumping wildly in his chest, neck and wrists as his head dropped to your neck and he finally gasped an inhale.

His body shook above yours until his arms gave out, his softening cock slipping from you as he rolled to the side and brought you against his chest. His lips pressed against your temple and yours against his chest as your breathing began to slow, the cold tiles of the floor contrasting his warmth beneath you.

“My back is not going to thank me for that in the morning,” he groaned and you laughed, lifting your head enough to look into his eyes.

“Well maybe I can twist Will’s arm and get him to keep Sofía for an extra hour or two and I’ll treat you to a bath and massage.” You winked back at him and he laughed in return, carefully lifting your bodies until you were both standing in the middle of the kitchen.

His arm wrapped around your back and brought you against his side, his mouth slanting over yours as he kissed you with a firmness that made you melt into his touch, your body leaning against his as he kissed your nose and forehead before his hand playfully slapped against your ass once.

“Let me put these flowers in a proper vase and then we can shower," he mumbled against you.

You leant against the edge of the counter as he filled up the vase you liked, carefully lifting the flowers one by one from the first one you had picked up before leaving for dinner as he trimmed the stems enough and placed them in their new home. He hummed softly under his breath as he worked and you pushed off from the counter, leaning your cheek in the space between his shoulder blades and wrapping your arms around his middle.

Tonight reminded you of those nights when you first started dating, when you and Frankie would stumble into his apartment in the wee hours of the morning and would slip between fucking and making love until the sun was coming up, only stopping long enough for breakfast. Sometimes you still had those nights, one where you would map out each other until falling asleep with your leg wrapped over his waist in a way that made it easy to slip back into some morning sex before the rest of the world woke, but you loved these nights more.

These nights where you could balance the desperation you felt when it came to the attraction between each other with this kind of soft love; one that still had the power to keep you on your toes but also wrapped you in a warm blanket when you needed it most. You were completely lost to this thought when Frankie finished with the flowers, his body turning in your arms and catching the tail end of the deep thought that danced through your eyes.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked in a hushed tone, his fingers tapping under your chin and making a smile break out across your face.

“Just how much I love you.”

tags part 1 (because posting from the app)

@phoenixhalliwell @asta-lily @hb8301 @princess76179 @sarahjkl82-blog @spideysimpossiblegirl @blackmarketmummy @bison-writes @queridopascal @sfr99 @rosiefridayrogersunday @tintinn16 @pilothusband @voteforpedro09 @dihra-vesa @frankiecatfish @wild-at-heart-kept-in-cage @transias @peoniarose @pjkimrn @fangirl-316 @niki-xie @potted--ivy @phandoz @janebby @athalien @xocalliexo

#tppkinktober2022 #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x female reader #frankie morales x y/n #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales

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dyns33 · 2 years

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Flufftober 21 - Baby Michael

Baby Michael Langdon x reader (none romantic)

"Mommy. Mommy ! Mooooooooooommy !"

"Baby... Please, it's still very early, get some more sleep."

"But mommy !!! You promised, you promised !"

"I promised... Oh. Yes, that's true."

They had a week left to prepare, and Y/N was sure that Michael was going to choose the exact same costume as in previous years, the little ghost.

He liked that no one could really see him, not judging his age and telling him how adorable he was with his blond curls and blue eyes. He also found it amusing to add an accessory, a witch hat, blood, demon horns, to say that he was not just a ghost.

They never passed in front the Murder House when they were candy hunting. Even though Michael had a few friends in the house and he missed them a bit, he had promised Ben not to come near anymore, because it wasn't good for him. But he liked to be able to say that he was a bit like them for one night, a friendly ghost.

Although it seemed obvious that there would be no changes this year, Y/N had promised to take him to a costume shop so that he could do a parade and choose what wanted to be.

It could have been quick, but Michael considered this choice to be of the utmost importance, he knew he sometimes took a little time to make decisions, so he calculated that he would need at least a day to try on all the costumes he liked and find the one he liked the best.

"Mommy, mommy, mommy !" he repeated, jumping on the bed until Y/N finally got up. "The store is already open ! The best costumes are going to be bought ! Quick, quick !"

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Just let me have a coffee and get dressed."

"Quiiiiiiick !"

"You haven't even had breakfast, Mikey. I promise you the best costumes will still be here."

"Mummy !"

After successfully putting some bread with jam and a glass of milk in Michael's mouth, and convincing him that going out in his pajamas wasn't a good idea if he didn't want them to get sick, they took the car towards the store.

Totally excited, he continued to jump in his seat, smiling broadly and chanting 'Halloween, Halloween !'. It was truly one of his favourite holidays.

In truth, he loved all the holidays where he received gifts, hugs and food. So every holidays, really.

But being able to dress up added a certain magic.

"Mikey, don't run. Give me your hand, the parking lot can be dangerous."

"Yes, mommy, sorry."

When they entered the store, everything was just like the last time they had been there, which seemed to reassure and annoy Michael. He wasn't going to get lost, but he wouldn't find anything new.

As Y/N greeted the salesman, he began to observe the costumes, but unlike the last times, he completely ignored the ghost costume, to focus on less conventional characters, like the Joker, Gomez Addams, Mario or Woody.

It wasn't a bad idea, but Y/N was still surprised.

"Do you want to have the best suit on the whole street ?" she asked teasingly, knowing he really didn't like strangers staring at him.

"No. I want us to have matching costumes."

"Matching costumes ? Oh. Mikey, you know that I don't dress up. I'm going with you, but..."

"Mommy !" he begged her with his big eyes. "Please ! This will be fun ! Please !"

Although she considered it mostly something couples did, there were also times when parents would dress up to match their children.

If some people had the wrong idea about them, it didn't bother her at all. Y/N didn't care what people thought. Michael was her baby, she loved him more than anything and she just wanted him to be happy.

So, even if she didn't like attracting attention either, and she was a little afraid of being cold outside, she sighed before accepting.

First she had to calm Michael who was jumping and shouting with joy in the store, then they searched for the perfect costumes.

"It has to be a little scary, but above all it has to represent us well !"

"Because we're a little scary ?"

"No, mommy, you're silly. Although you're a little scary sometimes when I do something bad and you punish me. But it's not often, and I know I deserve it if I'm naughty."

"You're adorable, darling. Well, do you have any ideas ?"

Michael had lots of ideas, way too many ideas, and in the end he really didn't know what to choose. He turned to his mommy to silently ask for help, being unable to choose.

"Hmm. I could be Darth Vader and you would be Luke. Pfff, I'm your father."

"That's wrong, you're my mommy."

"Pfff, I'm your mom."

"I don't want you to be Darth Vader. Luke kills him at the end, I don't like it !" Michael pouted.

He turned down The Incredibles (he hadn't seen the movie yet), Finding Nemo (he didn't want to get lost), Pokemon ('Mommy, I'm not a Pikachu !'), Peter Pan (he didn't like Peter, whom he thought was a bit naughty), as well as all the other proposals.

They had been looking for several hours now and Y/N was beginning to despair when she found two costumes that seemed perfect to her.

"I'm Batman !" she said proudly with a big voice. "Where is my dear trusty Robin ? I can't fight crime without my Robin ! He's my only family, we do everything together !"

"... I'm here, Batmommy ! Ready to fight the bad guys !"

"Perfect ! And when they're in prison, we'll go back to Bathouse to eat Batcandies in front of Batelevision !"

"Yeah ! You're the best, Batmommy !"

When the salesman suggested they could get a Batgirl costume for Y/N, Michael stuck his tongue out at him.

Batgirl was cool, but she didn't have the same relationship with Robin. And if Michael had been Batman, it wouldn't have made sense.

It was Y/N who was Batman!

She laughed, apologizing to the salesman for her little Mikey's childish attitude, and they went home to get the Halloween decorations ready, getting everything but the basket of candy they would leave outside the door for the big one. evening, because Y/N had not bought them in advance, knowing that Michael would have eaten them all.

#american horror story apocalypse #michael langdon #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon fanfiction #baby Michael #Little Michael #baby mikey #flufftober 2022

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"Happy Halloween!" - Me

This month sure has been a ride, but I'll get into all of that tomorrow, because right now it's spooky time! I also wanted to take the time to explain all the costumes because I put a lot of thought into it.

From left to right (kind of):

Kine and Gooey: Gooey's only interest that we know is fishing, so I decided to dress him up as a fish , and to make that less weird, Kine is dressed up as Gooey.

Meta Knight: He's Galacta Knight, the legendary 'greatest warrior in the galaxy'. I'm still on the fence on whether it's canon that they've met/fought, but either way, I purposely didn't look up reference for the costume because even if they did meet, Meta Knight has to work from memory on what he looked like. Meta Knight's also trying to sneak some candy from Marx; we'll see how well that goes.

Marx: Groucho Marx glasses without the mustache so we can see him chomping candy, and a special Halloween print hat! That big bag of candy he's hording is definitely stolen.

King Dedede: DDD's a big prankster, and currently that's taking the mundane form of trying to jumpscare Kirby. I wanted his costume to be something that scares Kirby, but not like, scares Kirby, and I ended up with a capiller. Kirby's grossed out by those things, so it works!

Sailor Dee: They're Meta Knight because of course. Though, Meta Knight's not wearing his usual mask tonight, so maybe that one isn't a fake?

Bandana Dee: Okay, I admit it. This one is the stupidest one here. He's an apple tree. He likes apples. Bada bing bada boom. I didn't want a majority of the costumes to be pop culture references, so it's kind of hard to come up with something. Though, wouldn't an apple tree costume be a Whispy Woods costume in Dream Land?

Kirby: So, Samus is canon to Kirby, and in the Great Cave Offensive you find a bunch of other Nintendo references, and Kirby is in Smash... so technically Link isn't even a pop culture costume? Idk, but they already dress as him every time they pick up sword anyway. Kirby's actually part of a group costume because next up is

Ribbon: Navi! Apparently the teaser website for K64 compared the two, and while all they have in common is being a fairy, I thought it'd be cute to pair that up with Kirby and two other people.

Taranza: Kind of plain, but he's a vampire. I feel like that's one of the only Halloween costumes he'd be willing to wear, and he can put those silly glow-in-the-dark fangs in! And who's to say vampire romance books don't also exist in Floralia for him to enjoy?

Adeleine: Drawcia, because I've seen a lot of people already put Adeleine in a witch costume, and Drawcia and Adeleine both have paint in common. I was considering having her dress up like a fairy for both Ribbon and Elline, but Elline's in the picture so Drawcia it is!

Prince Fluff: Continuing their group costume is Princess Zelda, which was picked solely because it matched the others and because Fluff is royalty, but putting a big blond wig on him is cute anyway.

Susie: A popstar (not the planet lol) She loves to sing and I thought it'd be cute but still 'professional' since she's currently repping HWC with her specialty jumbo candy bars.

Dark Meta Knight and Shadow Kirby: Because of course, Shadow Kirby is Dark Link, finishing our group costume! DMK doesn't have a costume (boo) because he was just going to drop Shadow Kirby off but probably ends up sticking around in the corner.

Claycia and Elline: Their costumes work in contrast with each other, where Claycia is a black and white mime and Elline is a rainbow fairy princess!

Magolor: He was of (semi) sound mind for the first phase of his boss battle, so I imagine Magolor does like that robe, and he's not one to shy away from referencing his betrayal for a joke, so he's dressed up as Crowned Magolor (with the crown prop crumpled in a trashcan somewhere) and sneaking some Magolor cookies onto the snack table.

Daroach: Last but not least, Daroach is a pirate captain, with his loyal crew of squeaks hiding below the table and gorging on candy.

If you made it to the end of this, hello and Happy Halloween again! I'll get more sappy in my last post, but this has been a blast!

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kookieswan · 1 year

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Of Blooms & Bounties - Petunia

Pirate!Jungkook x Explorer!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Genre: Pirate!AU, Magic!AU, Semi-Historical!AU, slightly fluffy, very silly.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, mentions of prostitution, nothing too serious though!

Summary: Namjoon had wanted the gold, Jimin had wanted the fun, and Jungkook had wanted to lay low. All in all, you’d say that two out of three were successful.

Notes: Here we go, another look into their shenanigans lmao

This is from the Of Blooms & Bounties Series. Find it here!

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“It’s a super simple but very effective plan; Minnie is going to pretend to be Petunia while Tae, Hobi, Jin, and Yoon escort him back to the boat so we can take him home. _____, JK, and myself are going to stay here to make sure nothing tips them off. Pose as customers at the tavern and keep a lookout for Minnie…”

And lookout you do; both you and Joon sitting in the corner of the tavern, eyes scanning the area for the bandits that have purchased Petunias time. It wouldn’t have been as big of a quest to return him home if the man wasn’t expecting customers at almost every hour, but apparently his services are a hot commodity and his boss is… Demanding, which means your options are very slim. The poor man wants wants to to be home with his family again, and since they paid you nicely, it’s the least you can do to help.

“Everything’s going to go to plan, we have the perfect set up.” Namjoon’s dressed down a bit, lacking his usual hat and numerous layers of clothes for a more simple shirt and pants combo. You’re wearing something similar to blend into the background, not wanting to stand out all that much. You don’t think you’ll be found out anyway, not with how intense the partying is tonight.

“I know it will Joon, I’m not worried.” The tavern’s in full swing, a large crowed covering most of the floor space and seemingly very drunk. Other pirates mostly, some prostitutes, even a few performers. The bards play music over the roaring crowed, fun songs you wiggle in your seat to, wishing you could get up and dance.

Min sits idly at the bar, legs daintily crossed in his finest leather pants. He looks dangerous but in the best of ways, his charms drawing in a number of patrons around the shady tavern. He dones a billowy white shirt as well as high laced leather boots, coal around his eyes and red on his lips, the exact look Petunia told his customers he’d be wearing. A little scandalous, a little saucy, a perfect trap.

Kookie had excused himself to hit the toilet a while ago, and so you scan the room to try and spot him in the chaos. It’s a few seconds before he stumbles around the corner, eyes doe like and head swiveling to watch out for your target. It’s a passing thought that he looks pretty, the true flower in your group as he spots you and smiles with his pretty bunny smile as he speeds toward the table.

“Oh, I think this little daffodil is the company we purchased.” You’re so focused on him that you miss the new faces; Jungkook is almost back to the table as he’s stopped, a small hand wrapped around his wrist. He looks down at the small woman as her voice booms out over the patrons, two more women that aren’t much taller by her side. Kookie dwarfs them by quite a bit, tall defined muscles towering over them like a shaking tree. You and Joon both tense, ready to fight this out if things go south.

“I- Huh? Me!?” His voice is frantic but quiet enough you almost miss it. You suppose they’re wearing somewhat similar outfits, but Jungkook has certainly never worn skintight leather pants in his life like Jimin. Trying to hide your giggles as you settle a bit, you swig down your beer and pretend not to notice Namjoon’s bugging eyes. Min watches from across the tavern with wide eyes, lips twitching up and down, clearly not sensing any danger.

“Yes you beautiful, you’re exceptionally stunning. Look at that tiny little waist under that pretty little shirt, I could just eat you up.” Well, things certainly aren’t going as planned… They’re going better. The woman places her hand on Jungkook’s chest, slowly trailing a finger down until she reaches the low-cut collar. It’s humorous how far she has to stretch her arm up, but you remain mostly quite as Namjoon gently pokes your leg, a code for ‘shut up’. Jungkook looks like he’s about to pass out: from the implication of him being a prostitute or from being touched so boldly, you’re not sure.

“Um, yes. Yes that’s right, I-I’m Petunia.” Even with the taverns light being dim, you can still see the pink hue that lights up Jungkook’s cheeks as you glance at him, maybe a little shy but also a little flattered. It’s enough to make you coo to yourself, Namjoon’s slowly lowering his forehead till his face is planted firmly against the table. Your poor captains plans just don’t seem to be owning our recently, a true pity but also a secret blessing. Seeing JK flustered is always a little treat, it makes you wanna melt into a puddle.

“Give us a little dance sweetheart, I’ve heard the way your hips move casts shame on the sea herself.” It’s tense as Namjoon raises his head just enough to watch, Jimin staring with intensity from the bar now. Jungkook clears his throat noisily a few times, then slowly starts to sway his hips to the tune of the bards song.

Perhaps he tends to be a little awkward, maybe a smidge outspoken, but he’s always been stunning. A captivating personality, a beautiful face, and now apparently hips that might be able to rival Jimin’s. The poet sways to the music almost sensually as the women cheer him on, rowdy as the sit at the table relatively close to yours, drinks in hand and eyes shining with glee. There’s a shout for him to “take it off”, and strangely enough, he starts to slip out of his shirt without a second though. Hm.

Glancing over at Jimin with a raised brow, he purses his lips and shrugs, clearly enjoying the show as Jungkook finally trips over his own feet. The crew of women don’t seem to mind though, cheering him on in their drunken state. Namjoon sighs noisily to your right, face defeated as he starts to stand up. It’s an unspoken rule; all damage control is in the hands of the captain.

“… I can’t believe it’s come to this, you all are very lucky I’m a nice captain. Slip out when you can _____, I’m sure Minnie will stick around as a watch out.” Apparently the charade has been going on much too long by Joonie’s standards when in reality, Jimin was supposed to lead them into the alleyway and knock them out. This, however, had been much more fun to watch. You continue to watch with an slightly open mouth as Namjoon swaggers up to Jungkook as he sways around with his shirt now mostly off, hands on his hips. He taps the younger man’s shoulder, Kookie turning and freezing like he’s been spotted by a walbear.

“Petunia! How COULD you!?!?” Namjoons voice is shrill over the music, some people turning to stare, others not caring at all. It takes everything in you not to cackle, and so you down the rest of your beer to keep quiet. If you thought Kookies acting was bad, well…

“W-what?” JK looks like he’s nearly about to cry, eyes big and watery as he stares up at Joonie. You can’t see the other man’s face, but something must silently cross between them because Kookie noticeably relaxes in the next few seconds.

“I can’t believe you’re dancing for other people again, you-you harlot! That’s it! I’m taking you home to our eight children!” … Eight? That’s quite a lot. Namjoon actually picks up poor Jungkook and runs out of the building with the smaller man over his shoulder, the three women who bought his time gaping like little fishies. Things could have went a lot worse if they weren’t such a lighthearted and very drunk crew…

Standing slowly from the table, you notice Jimin had departed from the bar at some point, now standing close to the entrance and watching you with expectant eyes. Grabbing your duster, you walk past the women and hide your grin as they mourn the loss of Petunia quite loudly. Jimin ushers you out of the tavern, leading you to the alleyway behind it where the two other men are waiting.

“Woooow JK, that was quite the performance love. Outshined me in every way.” Jungkook starts to sputter and hides his face as Jimin laughs at him, not cruelly but with clear intention to tease. Namjoon just sighs and pats the youngest man’s back, trying to comfort him as he attempts to get over the loss of his own dignity. You silently grab JKs hand, rubbing your thumb against his warm honey skin comfortingly as he glances at you with a shy smile.

“…The things I put up with for some gold. I’m about to walk my own planm”

#of blooms & bounties #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook fluff #Jungkook pirate au #bts x you #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts fluff #bts pirate au

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indiekidsau · 7 months

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Halloween Special- This is Halloween

Here it is! I’ve been wanting to write a HUGE Halloween Special for Indie Kids since I started this project! Now that I’ve introduced enough characters and we’ve gotten far enough in the story to have such a special chapter!

Also in case anyone was gonna ask, yes this chapter will take place between Chapter 21 and what was originally Chapter 22 (now Chapter 23).

Big thanks to @gigilefache and @mun-auroralore for being my beta readers!

Hope you enjoy and hope you all had a wonderful Halloween!

It was a chilly Halloween night, and the kids at the Indie School were getting their costumes ready before heading on over to Cooking Cat’s house for a Halloween Party.

At Cuphead and Mugman’s house, Miss Chalice was getting her costume ready, and she decided to go as a masked mystery hero. Or maybe she was a villain….

Her costume consisted of a blue and purple cape with a butterfly stitched on the front of the cape, and she wore a purple butterfly masquerade mask.

“Aha! Now the Masked Butterfly is ready to party!” Miss Chalice beamed.

Since she got her invite to Mu’s party, the young chalice was excited to go as she’d never been invited to any parties, so she wanted to make this a night to remember. What better way to celebrate than by getting all dressed up for a Halloween party?

Though looking at her costume again, she felt something was missing. Maybe more glitter, a change of shoes… with a snap of her fingers she figured out what it was.

Miss Chalice went into her ghost form and laughed seeing her spectral costume. “Okay, now I’m the Phantom Butterfly!” Miss Chalice beamed.

Soon a knock was heard at the door.

“Chalice! Are you ready yet?” Cuphead asked.

“Our costumes are ready!” Mugman yelled.

“Coming!” Miss Chalice called out. She opened the door and frowned seeing Cuphead and Mugman’s costumes.

Cuphead was dressed as a bottle of ketchup, while Mugman was dressed up as a bottle of mustard.

“What in the world are those costumes?” Miss Chalice asked.

“What will it be, Chalice?” Cuphead asked, “Mustard or ketchup?”

The cup bros started laughing, as Miss Chalice glared at them for being silly. They kept laughing, until Mugman saw that their friend wasn’t chuckling.

Mugman nudged his brother to make him stop laughing, but he continued until Mugman gave him another nudge. This time, harder.

“Ow! Mugs!” Cuphead shouted.

Mugman pointed to Miss Chalice glaring at them, which made Cuphead let out a nervous chuckle, calming down.

“S-Sorry Chalice,” Cuphead said.

Miss Chalice giggled. “That’s alright. I figured you would wear something spooky for Halloween?” she asked.

“Well we did, originally,” Cuphead replied, “but I figured it would be fun to dress up silly for Halloween, too.”

“Well, as long as you're happy,” Miss Chalice said. “I’ve updated my costume to make it a little more spookier.”

“Doesn’t everyone know you're a ghost?” Mugman asked.

Miss Chalice nodded. “Plus I got a few tricks up my sleeves!” she sang.

“Oh no,” Cuphead and Mugman said at the same time.

“Relax fellas,” Miss Chalice reassured them, “I’m not gonna go too far. Just a few pranks here and there. No one will get hurt.”

Miss Chalice floated towards the front door and opened it, letting her friends leave before her.

“Let’s hope no one gets hurt,” Mugman whispered to his brother.

Cuphead just shrugged it off as the three made their way to the costume party.

As the trio walked along, a rustle in the bushes made Mugman flinch and slowly turn towards the bushes.

However, instead of a jumpscare, it was just Hat and Bow walking out as normal. Mugman was relieved to see it was just his friends.

For Halloween, Hat decided to dress as a cat criminal. Her costume consisted of a pair of purple cat ears, a face mask with cat whiskers and a mouth on it, a purple and yellow jacket, purple pants, and purple and white sneakers. She also carried a baseball bat.

Bow decided to go as a witch for Halloween. Her costume consisted of a black dress with a purple belt and collar. She wore striped purple socks, black boots, and a purple and black witch’s hat.

“Oh, it’s just you girls,” Mugman sighed in relief.

Bow giggled. “Hi, Cup Bros and Chalice!” She beamed.

The cups waved at their friends.

“Let me guess: ketchup, mustard, and a phantom?” Hat Kid asked.

“Correct!” the three replied.

Hat and Bow giggled. “Well, you three wanna walk with us?” Hat Kid asked.

The cup trio nodded and joined Hat and Bow at the Halloween Party. As they walked- or floated in Miss Chalice’s case, Cuphead noticed that they were not with their teacher, Mr. Prince.

“Hey, didn’t you two say you're going with your teacher?” Cuphead asked.

“We were, but Mr. Prince said he’s gonna be busy for Halloween,” Hat Kid explained.

“He said something about a project he was working on,” Bow Kid added.

“Aww, that’s a shame,” Miss Chalice replied.

Hat Kid shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. I understand, he’s a teacher and didn’t want to party with us, kids.”

Cuphead thought about it and nodded, “You're right about that,” he added.

Hat Kid gave a soft chuckle, but quickly froze and stopped everyone. She sensed something was wrong.

“What’s wrong, Hat?” Bow Kid asked.

“Trouble is brewing,” Hat Kid replied. She looked around the area and smirked as she saw a red tail sticking out of a tall tree. She walked over to the tree with her arms crossed. “Nice try, Michael, you can come out now. No reason trying to scare us.”

“DAMN IT!” Michael yelled, appearing from behind the tree.

For Michael’s costume, he wore a dark blue pirate costume with an eye patch and a pair of fox ears and a tail.

Soon, Evan and Elizabeth came out from behind the tree dressed in their costumes.

Evan wore a black vest over a golden long-sleeved dress shirt, black pants, black dress shoes, a dark blue top hat, and a pair of golden bear ears.

Elizabeth wore a red princess dress, with red dress shoes, and had her hair tied in pigtails with green ribbons.

“I told you she’d find us,” Elizabeth said, giving Hat Kid a small glare.

Hat Kid replied with a smug smile.

“Yeah, but how did you know I was there?” Micahel asked.

“For starters, Halloween is a holiday where you scare as many kids as you can, and second, I can just sense you're around,” Hat Kid explained.

Michael felt weirded out that Hat Kid was able to sense him and his tricks from a mile away. Then again, Hat wasn’t a normal human, so it made sense. Still, it freaked him out that she was able to do this.

“Well, since you guys are here, wanna join us?” Miss Chalice asked.

Michael shrugged. “Why not?”

The Afton Siblings joined the crew as they continued their way to Mu’s house. As they walked, Michael noticed that Miss Chalice was in her ghost form.

“Uh, why are you in ghost mode?” Michael asked.

Miss Chalice leaned in and whispered, “I plan on doing some innocent tricks at the Halloween party.”

Michael’s eyes widened, as his interest piqued. A smirk formed on his face, getting an idea. “Do you need a partner for this?” he asked.

“Sorry, I always go solo,” Miss Chalice replied.

Michael groaned and rolled his eyes.

Soon, the group made it to Mu’s house and saw the party going on inside. Hat smiled and ran straight to Mu’s door and knocked on it.

Wasn’t long until Aubrey- dressed as a werewolf, came to the door.

“You came!” she beamed.

“Yep!” Cuphead replied.

“Well, come on in and enjoy the party!” Aubrey beamed as she stepped aside to let the group in.

The group went inside to see everyone having fun and dancing to some Halloween music. During the party, Mu- dressed as an assassin- smiled and excused herself from Timmy- dressed as a robot- to meet with her friends.

“Hey guys!” Mu beamed as she ran up to the group, giving Hat Kid a hug.

Hat Kid chuckled as she hugged her friend back.

“Glad you all made it!” Mu exclaimed.

“Yeah! Thanks for inviting us!” Bow exclaimed.

Hat, Bow, and Elizabeth ran off with Mu and joined Timmy to talk and have fun.

“Well, I’m gonna have my share of fun! See ya!” Miss Chalice beamed as she went invisible, only her costume is still visable.

Cuphead and Mugman looked at one another. Both knowing this plot wasn’t gonna end well, they decided to follow and keep an eye on Miss Chalice.

The brothers followed Miss Chalice to where Sunny, Monika, Boris, and Bendy were bobbing for apples. Sunny was dressed as a mummy, Monika was dressed as a bat, Bendy was a ghost, and Boris was dressed as a vampire.

It was Boris’s turn and he was ready to grab an apple from the barrel. However, the apple kept on moving away from Boris.

“Come on.” Boris paused as he tried to grab the apple. “Tricky little apples, aren’t ya?”

Bendy gasped for air as he grabbed two apples in his mouth. The demon picked up his costume and put it back on as he ate the apple.

Boris tried again, but the apple kept on moving on its own.

Cuphead and Mugman knew this was Miss Chalice’s doing. However, Cuphead had to hold in his laugh seeing the toon wolf trying to grab the apple. Mugman elbowed him to stop laughing.

Boris then dived into the barrel and grabbed the apple, causing a huge splash and getting the three wet.

“Boris!” Monika shouted.

“Got it!” Boris beamed. His ears dropped seeing the trio, dripping wet as they glared at the wolf.

Miss Chalice floated away and made herself visible, snickering as she pranked her first set of suckers. “One trick down, many more to go!” She made herself invisible again as she looked for more victims to scare.

As she looked around, Miss Chalice found another set of victims to prank. That being, Kel, Basil, and Alice talking near the food table.

Kel was dressed as a zombie basketball player, Basil was dressed as the Mad Hatter and Alice was dressed as Alice from Alice in Wonderland.

Miss Chalice hid behind the table as she grabbed a pack of Pop Rocks and poured it into the punch bowl.

Basil took notice of the bubbling punch and tapped Kel on the shoulder.

“What’s wrong, Basil?” Kel asked.

“Uh… the punch is bubbling,” Basil replied.

Kel and Alice looked at the punch to see it fizzing. Kel took a cup and used the ladle to pour in some of the fizzy punch and drank it. His eyes widened as a big goofy smile appeared on his face.

“I knew it! Mu spiked the punch again!” Basil yelled.

“And it’s delicious!” Kel yelled as he got himself another cup of the fizzy punch. “YAHOO! Try some!”

Basil and Alice looked at each other and took a cup of the punch. The two took a sip and realized the punch was a lot sweeter than usual, almost like candy.

Alice’s eyes widened like Kel’s, while Basil didn’t feel anything.

“This is amazing!” she cried.

“I know!” Kel yelled. He then looked at Mincy, dressed as a wolf, and went to hand her a cup of the candy punch, “Mincy! You have to try this!”

Basil sighed as Sunny and Monika walked over to him. “Do you guys sense something weird about Mu’s party this year?” Basil asked.

“Other than us getting wet, Alice going on a sugar rush, and Kel being… well Kel times ten, then no,” Monika replied.

Basil nodded, taking note of this situation. “Looks like we got a prankster on our hands.”

The second he said that, Bendy walked by, his eyes gaze on the punch bowl.

Basil, Sunny, and Monika looked at the demon, then looked at each other then back at the demon.

Bendy poured himself a cup of punch, but the stares from the trio made him uncomfortable.

“Look, if you guys wanted some, you could’ve just asked,” Bendy stated.

“Uh… Bendy, you probably shouldn’t drink that,” Basil warned.

Bendy then turned to Kel and Alice- who were being party animals on the dance floor. He remembered seeing the two drinking the punch, and wondered if this was the cause of it.

Ignoring the warning, the demon drank the punch- and his eyes widened at the taste.

“And he drank it,” Basil sighed.

“YAHOO!” Bendy cheered and whistled, before dashing off.

“Looks like it's just us three finding out who is doing this,” Basil said.

Quickly, Miss Chalice left underneath the table and decided to hide for a bit. She made herself visible and danced along to cover her tracks.

“Ahem!”

Miss Chalice turned to see Cuphead and Mugman glaring at her, to which she replied with a sheepish smile.

“Come on Chalice, take it easy on the pranks,” Mugman said.

“Yeah, but by the way, can I have what you put in the punch?” Cuphead asked.

“Cup!” Mugman yelled, turning to his brother.

“What? Just asking.”

“Guys, guys, relax!” Miss Chalice reassured her friends. “I promise I won’t go that far!”

Cuphead and Mugman gave her an unimpressed look as they pointed to Alice, Bendy, and Kel going sugar-crazy over the drink she made. Most of the kids had to step back with how wild they were acting.

Miss Chalice gave a nervous chuckle. “Guess that drink gave them a kick, after all.”

Seeing that her friends weren’t easing up, she sighed in defeat. “Alright, alright, no more pranks. Let’s just have some fun.”

Cuphead and Mugman smiled. “Perfect!” Mugman beamed. “Come on, let’s hit the dance floor!”

The cup siblings went off to dance with Miss Chalice following behind. What they didn’t notice was that Chalice crossed her fingers, as she had one last prank before the Halloween party ended.

Inside her cape, she had a bag of powder that- when mixed with liquid- can turn into foam. Miss Chalice looked around to find something that held liquids, and stumbled upon a fountain. A smirk grew on her face as she sneaked away from her friends and made her way to the fountain.

Miss Chalice looked around, hoping no one saw her as she ripped open the packet. She was ready to pour the powder in-

-until she felt a hand on her shoulder.

She let out a shriek and dropped the entire packet into the water.

“Gotcha!” Monika exclaimed.

Soon, Basil and Sunny appeared, disappointed at what Chalice had done.

Miss Chalice gave a nervous chuckle. “Hi guys, what up?” she asked.

“What’s up? Uh… your pranks,” Basil replied.

Miss Chalice groaned as she rolled her eyes. “Come on you three. It’s Halloween, I was just having some fun!” she explained.

Seconds later, the whole fountain started pouring foam out of itself.

Everyone screamed as they tried to escape the foam to keep it from messing with their costumes.

Luckily, Sunny was near the off switch, and turned it off.

Everyone started to calm down, but the foam still lingered on the floor. They turned to Miss Chalice, who let out a sigh.

“Guess I went a little too far with this prank. Sorry guys,” Miss Chalice apologized. She released herself from Monika’s grasp. “If you want me to leave, I’ll do that.”

The chalice was ready to leave- but felt a hand on her shoulder.

She looked up to see it was Mu.

“Don’t leave yet,” Mu said. “You didn’t hurt anyone, plus this party was missing a few scares.”

“Really? You loved my pranks?” Miss Chalice asked.

Mu nodded in reply.

“Well, not really,” Alice groaned as she rubbed her head. The sugar rush she just had went down, which left her with a headache.

However, Kel and Bendy came from behind Alice and were fine. “Though it was harmless enough.”

Miss Chalice smiled.

“Plus it was fun!” Bendy beamed. He then leaned in and whispered to Miss Chalice, “Uh, think you can give me tips on your pranks?”

“After the party.” Miss Chalice replied, whispering and giving a wink.

“Deal.”

Soon, everyone continued to party and have fun, ignoring the foam on the ground. Sunny turned the fountain back on, and with how long the foam substance had been in the water, it dissolved, leaving little bubbles in the fountain.

“Well Cuphead, looks like Chalice’s pranks did some good for this party,” Mugman said.

“See bro, I told you not to worry,” Cuphead replied, putting his arm around his younger brother.

“You didn’t tell me not to worry, you were the one worried,” Mugman replied.

“Just don’t ruin the moment.”

Mugman sighed. “Alright.”

With that, it was a rockin 'Halloween Party!

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