#I'VE NEVER BEEN MORE EXCITED TO SIT DOWN AND WRITE ON PAPER | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

spider-man-199999 · 1 year

Text

Paris to Tokyo

pairing: college!Peter Parker x Reader: 18+; academic rivals to lovers

word count: 5K

warnings: smut; slight angst; unpotected sex

summary: You start your new life at college, expecting it to be the most exciting time of your life, only to be met with Peter Parker, who decided to dedicate his free time to making your life a living hell

a/n: I've been dying to write an enemies to lovers type of fic, it's also my first time writing anything with suggestive content in it, so bear with me please. The heading is the most random thing I could come up with I'm sorry

College was the place you were looking forward to the most since you graduated high school. It was supposed to be a place where you met people with similar interest, went out with them to have fun and engage in intellectual converstaions. And it was exactly like that, for the most part. Growing up as a natuarally intelligent kid had you been putting little to no effort in school and always got you good grades. This quickly escalated into you trying a bit harder with each test and striving for more academic validation. At some point you even managed to become the best student in your class. But sitting hours on end on a desk and studying was still something very foreign to you. Sure, you would revise from time to time on topics that were harder to remember or things you couldn't recall from class, but it never went further than that. And maybe a degree in Biophysic was not the wisest idea given that backgroung. So, when college came around and you started the new classes on topics your common knowledge could barely help you keep up with, things went downhill very fast. For the first time you were faced with faliure, hard work and putting hours on end to study. It felt like everyone around you was more knowledgeable, more prepared, more educated on literally any topic that was discussed in and outside of class. Being at the bottom of the academic foodchain was mildy infuriating, to say the least.

And after the first few months of sleepless nights, filling up all of the holes so you could catch up to speed, you finally did it, and it felt more rewarding than anything else. This assisted you into making casual conversations with so many people from your different classes, one of them even inviting you to a study group that had been going on for months. You happily agreed to that idea, thinking it would be the best way to keep up with everyone in the class, not only academically but socically as well.

The day of the study group finally arrived on what seemed like the most normal, yet the most exciting Tuesday. They added you to a groupchat, everyone texting back and forth until all of you had agreed to go grab a coffee before heading to the library. You had tried your best to look presentable for this study date, putting on some white wide-leg dress pants and a neat navy blue t-shit that hugged your body very well. You hair was in a sleek bun, having a white buttonup because the weather was slightly chilly. Almost everyone had arrived there on time, which took you by surprise since you were used to being the only one being on time. After the cheerful greeting and formally learning everyone's names, you went inside and grabbed a coffee, returning to them promptly. You stood by the door, since the group had formed a circle around the entrance of the small shop.

"Was I the last one?" You asked concerned, looking around and counting the people.

"Actually, we're waiting for Peter" Someone said, everyone giggling softly and shaking their head.

"Who's Peter?" You asked, and as soon as you did, you felt something push againt your shoulder, sending you a step forward so you wouldn't come crashing down from losing your balance.

"I'M SO SORRY" you heard from behind you, turning around to see a boy with a worried expression on his face, paper cup in his hand. He was handsome, hair pushed back, warm eyes and nervous smile, leather jacked over a black t-shirt.

"That's Peter" someone stated, pulling you out of your trance. Peter chuckled, moving past you and motioning for everyone to go, since he was the one you all had been waiting for.

On the walk there you kept staring at the back of Peter's head, annoyed that he pushed you with the door, frusrated because he didn't even bother to introduce himself to you. Not that he really had to, you already knew well enough who he was. The guy who always came in rushing because he was late, somehow still managed to sit directly in front of you, blocking your view, no matter where you sat. He was the guy that would beat you to every question, the one who would always have the best grade on the tests. He leaned way too back in his seat, back pressed to your desk, pushing it, as you would try to keep up with writing everything down. And he would always ask you for a pen, every single time.

The study room was spacious and bright, it had a big round table for everyone to sit at, as well as two whiteboards and plenty or outlests for chargers and what not. It looked like the perfect place to study with a large group, excluding the fact Peter was there as well. You all took random seats around the table, Parker sitting across from you, almost as if it were on purpose. You held back an eye roll when he smiled at you cockily, making you look away and take out your laptop and notebook from your bag. The screen managed to block out most of Peter's face if you sink into your seat low enough. The conversation in the room flowed naturally, it was so interesting and engaging and you were having a blast speaking to these people. Soon enough all of you had solved the first homework questions, you quickly grabbing a pen and writing it down in your notebook. As you were in the middle of writing, an outside force closed your laptop. Your eyes looked at the laptop, seeing a pale male hand, fingers spread. You stared at it for a few seconds, noticing how pretty the hand actually was, long and straight fingers, follwed by a slim wrist and a muscular forearm. Your gaze trailed the hand up to Peter's face, looking into his eyes with annoyance already.

"Hey, do you-" before he even managed to finished his sentence, you had taken out a pen from your pencil case and placed it on your laptop, next to his hand.

"Thank you" he muttered, you not even looking back at him. This routine, as much as it was annoying, gave you some kind of comfort as well.

"How come you never have a pen with you?" You asked after a while, your curiosity getting the better of you.

"Oh, well actually I do have one, it's easier to just use yours"

''Unbelieveble"

"Come on, like you would ever need a second pen for anything"

You hovered over the table and grabbed the pen from his hand in a swift motion, he looked a bit taken a back, as well as the few people following your interaction.

"Actually, I need it now" you said, putting the one you were using away and continuing your writing with the one you just got back from him.

"You're being unbelieveble now" He said slightly irritated, reaching to get his won pen from his backpack.

"The two of you, cut it out, you're acting like children!" someone shushed you, making you blush when you realised it wasn't just you and the curly-haired boy in the room.

You gulped softly, mummbling a sorry to everyone as you kept writing down.

"Us cut it out? She was the one acting like a child, making a big deal out of a pen!" Peter whined and complained, starting to write down things in his notebook after he got a few angry glares from other people.

Around the time the group got to the third and final question for the homework you were feeling confident enough to try to contribute to the assignment.

"So you're basically saying that principle of hemodialysis is the same as other methods of dialysis - it involves diffusion of solutes across a semipermeable membrane?" you asked, as you were brainstorming through the question.

"Oh come on, y/n, this is the easiest question so far!'' Peter said, leaning froward, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Ever since the pen situation, he's been worse than ever before, taking every opportunity to show of how much smarter he was, followed by a cocky smirk.

"Intermittent dialysis therapy is used in chronic uremia to re-establish body water solute concentrations that cannot be achieved by the natural organ. In this sense, the dialyzer becomes an artificial kidney and it is through the transport of substances by this device that chemical and biophysical control consistent with continued survival is achieved." He explained, solving the question for you.

"She had it figured out, you could have let her be" Someone you didn't remember the name of said to him, making Peter's head turn in that direction.

"She obviously didn't, keep in mind her highest grade is my lowest" He snapped back.

You could feel the tension in the atmosphere thicken with each second, things were about to escalate very quickly. His words stung a bit and you felt something like a ball stuck in your throat after he said them. He didn't know how much work you had put in and he was incosiderate enough to just assume the worst of you. Before things managed to get any further, or worse, out of control, you slammed your thick notebook shut.

"Since Peter was kind enough to solve the last question, I think I'm going to call it a night" you said, fighting back the tears. Your voice gave you away as it wa slightly shaky, earning a few sympatheric looks.

You shoved your things in the bag as quickly as you as possible and walked out, trying to get as far away as possible. You were trying not to break down the whole walk back to your dorm, bitting your lip, brushing away some stray tears that ran down your cheeks with your sleeve. You were mentally blaming yourself for everything, for not walking fast enough, for not knowing enough, for deciding to join the study group, for even deciding on this degree to begin with. By the time you made it to your room, your phone was already blown up by text messages from Natalie, the person who originally invited you. She was a small blonde, blue-eyed beauty that was just as smart as she was pretty. You could bet on your own life that she was class president and the prom queen in high school. She was more than kind to you this whole time and her text messages suggested that she was worried about you too. With a quick click you deleted all the messages from your notification centre and threw the phone on your bed, followed by your bag. Hot tears ran down your face, breathing heavily as you were preactically sobbing at this point. You sat down on the floor, not being able to hold in the frustrstion anymore as you finally broke down, letting all of the shame, pain and anger flow out of your system through your tears.

A couple of hours had gone by, your tears were dried up on your face and neck as you lay on the floor and stared at the ceiling. Your phone kept buzzing from time to time and you finally gathered the emotional strenght to reply to the messages. Sitting on the bed, you unlocked the device and scrolled through the unred chats. The groupchat had sent the written solutions for the questions. Natalie had probably sent you 20 messages apologising and asking if you were okay. The guy who defended you had also sent you a message. His name was Brad and he looked like any normal person did. You texted him first, thanking him for standing up for you even though he did not need to do that. After him it was Natalie, who called you immediately after you hit send to reply to her first message. You picked up hesitantly, since you knew your voice was definitely going to sound like you had been crying.

"I am so sorry for everything! If I knew you and Peter were on bad terms I wouldn't have done this to you" She immediately spat out

"It's okay, I we aren't on bad terms, well... weren't"

"Have you been crying?"

"No..."

"I'm really sorry! I spoke to him after the whole thing, he's usually nothing like this! He himself couldn't explain why he acted like this"

"Nat, I really, really don't care"

"He said he wanted to make it up to you! He asked me himself for your number and your dorm room!"

"Please tell me you didn't give him any of that information"

"Well..."

"Oh my god now he knows where I live" you whined, bringing your knees up to your chest and hugging them.

"He wanted to apologise! He looked very sincere and worried"

"Yes, all the psychopaths do, that's why they're so hard to recognize!"

"I'm sure he wouldn't just show up at your door trying to make amends, you'll be fine, plus he's a really cool dude, give him a chance to prove he's not an asshole"

"He had his chance, it was today"

After you two said your goodbyes and hung up, you deicided it was finally time to take a relaxing shower. As you walked out, you heard a knock on your door. Still wrapped in a towel, one hand holding it in place, you opened the door to a Peter Parker, leaning on the doorframe. You blinked a few times rapidly, trying to process what you were seeing.

"Why are you here?" You asked, after carefully calculating your tone and your words

"You weren't picking up your phone" he replied, trying to step a foot inside. You blocked his action with the door.

"I didn't say you could come in"

"Can I come in then?"

"No, good night Parker" With that you tried closing the door on him but he grabbed it, not letting you close it.

"Look, I'm here to apologise for what I said earlier. You don't have to forgive me"

"And I don't, go Peter"

He looked shatter at your words looking into his brown eyes, you almost felt sympathy for him, like he really did feel sorry about what he did. Despite that, you kept your composure, looking at him with all the resentmet you had for him, a sigh leaving his lips as he let go of the door. He didn't need superpowers to know he fucked up, so he left. And you on the other hand, were more devistated than before, but your ego was bruised and your self-esteem ruined. The only person, no matter how annoying, you didn't want to think less of you, thought less of you. Yes, it was good that he wanted to apologise but this was not going to undo his words and the image he obviously had. You didn't even know if the apology really was his idea or was forced on him by the others in the group. You shook you head, dismissing the thoughts as you got ready to sleep. Sleep always helped with heavy emotions and you hoped you would feel better in the morning.

A few weeks went by and you still refused to forgive Peter for what he said. In your heart, you knew he was really sorry at this point but you enjoyed his suffering as you roasted him slowly on low heat. He tried all the cliché ways, buying flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals, buying you coffee before every study date. Your neighbours were convinced that the two of you were dating and would always ask about him when you gathered in one of the rooms to eat together or drink. You denied that but they rolled their eyes and never believed. In the mean time Brad tried to get closer to you, even inviting you on a date. You accepted hesitantly, since your heart seemed to be someplace else, liking all of the effort and attention from Parker more than it should. You told Natalie about the date, the two of you had become very close, spending a lot of time together, which often resulted in Brad and Peter tagging along. To say the boys were not getting along would be an understatement. Eyes throwing daggers at each other with every glance, snarky, rude comments were exchanged back and forth. But when you told the pretty blonde about Brad, she was more than excited about it finally happening . She would go on and on about how she knew he liked you ever since the first study session you had together and how he had a very heated fight with Peter after you left. You were grateful for him and what he did, and somehow it still felt wrong to be going out with him.

The night of the date had arrived and you were almost ready, putting in your earrings as you heard a knock on your door. You took a quick look in the full lenght mirror, fixing the long black dress you were wearing. It had a long slit on the left side, exposing your leg, no sleeves and a turtle neck. You had tied your hair in a ponytail, so your light make up would be more visible in the muffled evening lights of wherever he was planning to take you. You opened the door, still not wearing your chunky leather boots but just stockings.

"I thought we were going to meet in front of the library" you said as you opened the door but to your sursprise, someone else was standing there.

"You're not going on that date" Peter said firmly, almost as a command

"You're the last person that's going to tell me what to do" You snapped back at him "Why are you here Parker?"

He walked inside, closing the door behind himself. Peter seemed slightly distressed, looking you up and down with a dark expression.

"Do you really hate me that much?" he asked, leaning his back against the door, his arms behind him as he looked down at his feet. "Or do you just want to hurt me by going out with the guy I like least? Like really? All the guys are in your feet and you decide to go out with Brad, and look as gorgeous as this."

You could hear the annoyance and sadness in his voice, a bit taken a back from all of the things he just said to you. He just loved doing that, didn't he? Saying the most obnoxious things to make you feel bad about yourself.

"Wait, what?" was all you managed to say, taking a few steps back until your butt pressed agains your desk, making you stop. Books and make up palletes were scattred on it. Peter looked up at you, smiling weakly.

"I've liked you, this whole time" he confessed, staring directly into your eyes "Please, don't go on that date"

"Make me" you said faintly, surprised by how you almost whispered it. There was no way he could have heard that. But somehow he did, taking a few rapid steps towards and wrapping an arm around your waist.

"I'll make you forget everyone else but me" he whispered in your ear.

Feeling his hot breath near your face made your heart beat faster, one of your hands resting against his upper arm, looking up into his eyes. You were having a hard time processing what was actually happening, a sudden fear it was one of his games to make fun of you. You tried pushing him away after the realization, but his grip on your waist tightened.

"I'm serious, y/n" he said "I've liked you since I saw you, and I would make everyone sit away from you so I could be near, I would ask you for a pen so I could talk to you. And I tried to show off because I wanted to impress you, I wanted you to think I'm smarter so you could ask me for help in class."

For some reason you believed him, nodding lightly to let him know that. He lifted you up with one arm, sitting you on top of the desk. You were having a hard time vocalizing what you were feeling but you didn't want him to feel awkward because of your silence. Your arms wrapped around his neck, his hand falling on your exposed leg. You looked down at where his hand was, your skin burning with desire to be touched by him more. Your eyes met his again, his filled with hopefullness and lust. He got closer, titling his head to the side and he kissed you softly and sweetly. You returned the kiss, hands cupping his face and bringing him closer to you. Peter deepened the kiss, turning it in a heated make out session as one of his hands romed around your leg, going up your dress so he could touch more of you and the other one placed on the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. You spread your legs, pulling him by the belt so he could position himself between them, your hands going to his hair and playing with his messy curls as your lips and tongues danced against each other. After what seemed like a forever of heated, hungry kisses and filty touching, you broke the kiss so you could catch your breath. You panted havily, chest rising up and down rapidly. Peter pressed his forehead against yours, both of you closing your eyes to collect yourselves.

"Should I at lest text Brad and tell him I'm not going?"

"Well, there goes my hard on"

You hit his chest lightly, both of you giggling at his stupid joke. He looked around, noticing your phone that was charging on the bed, moving away from you to grab it and hand it to you. You unlocked the phone trying to find your chat with Brad while Peter found his previous position, viciously attacking your jaw and neck with kisses. You tried your best to be concentrated and write a normal message, but made a few spelling mistakes nonetheless. Peter nibbled on your neck, which earned him a slight flinch from your side.

“Peter, please, we’re not 16, no hikeys”

He ignored your words, continuing his act the way he had planned it, kissing, licking and sucking on your soft skin while you begged him to stop. His hands were all over your body once again, touching everything that was exposed to him, one hand travelling further up your leg than before, almost landing on your ass but hesitantly stopping. You noticed his uncertainly, pressing your cheek against his so you could whisper in his ear.

“Don’t stop now, Peter” you breathed in his ear, your own hands exploring his body.

He didn’t waste a second after that, grabbing your butt in his hand and pressing his lips against yours. Your hands moved under his shirt, touching his toned stomach. Your were quite shocked to what your fingertips were pressed up against, not expecting him to be as muscular as he actually was. You knew he worked out because you had seen his toned arms in a t-shirt too many times for your own good, but you were definitely not expecting that. Hands quickly slipped him out of his jacket, reaching to pull up his shirt in the heat of the moment but he stopped you, moving slightly away. Your lipstick was smudged all over his mouth and it made you giggle.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked you, his hands finding their way back to your waist. You nodded, undeniably longing for him and his touch, his presence.

“Good, because if we keep this up any longer, I probably won’t be able to hold back” Peter muttered, removing his shirt and tossing it on the floor before he pulled you in again, kissing you.

You took that as a signal that you had to get undressed as well, reaching for the hem of your dress pulling it up. He grabbed your hands when he noticed the act, stopping you from doing what you had planned so he could do it himself. Suddenly you felt the cold air from the room against your skin, along with Peter's warm hands, making you shiver. You undid his belt, helping him pull his pants down, breaking your kiss in the process. You laughed soflty at how he was jumping on one leg while he was trying to kick his pants off, shaking your head.

"What?" He asked

"Nothing, nothing, I'm really missing a date right now for you jumping on one leg to get out of your pants" you bursted out laughing, him joining you shortly after.

"No, it's going to get so much better, trust me" He stated, grabbing you and lifting you up, throwing you on the bed. You squeaked softly from his actions, not expecting it. Soon enough he had your hands pinned down with his, hovering over you. A soft gulp at the sight from you made him chuckle, kissing on your neck once again. He had already left a mark there, starting to suck on a second spot next it.

"Peter really! It's going to be so hard to cover them up" you whined, secretly enjoying his lips and teeth on your skin like this.

He looked at your face, smiling viciously at you.

"I just want people to know you had a good time"

"Yeah, with Brad? I was suppsed to be on a date with him" you teased him, chuckling softly. His expression changed suddenly, he seemed almost angry. His hands let go of your wrists, travelling down your skin as he reached the hem of your panties. His fingers played with the hem of them before slipping in under the thin fabric, the middle finger going between your folds. He could feel how wet you actually were, making him smirk with that cocky smile he had, looking into your eyes. You were holding back a small moan from his touch, looking at his pretty face.

"Can Brad make you this wet baby?" He asked.

You shook your head no, keeping eye contact with him. His middle finger started moving up and down tesing your clit before entering you slowly. This time you couldn't hold back and you moaned, closing your eyes. His smile remained present as he insedted a second finger inside of you, starting to move his hand teasingly slow. Your body squirming underneath him, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, rocking his hips against your leg while he fingered you. You could feel his erection through his boxers, making you even more needy than you already were.

"Parker" you moaned out softly, remembering your hands were actually free and you could move them, immediately attaching to his shoulders, which was the closest body part besides his head. He looked up at you after you called out for him, grabbing your face with his hand and kissing you.

"Peter" you moaned again against his lips, feeling his skin shiver from that. I never considered what effect you actually had on him. "Please, I want to feel you."

After you begged him, he wasted no time pulling your panties down, unressing himself as well. His arms spread your legs forcefully, positioning himself between them. You didn't really manage to follow everything he was doing because you were too eager yourself, pushing up against him in hopes to speed up the process. He pinned you down by the waist, shaking his head in disapproval at your actions. Peter didn't like it when you disobeyed him, even though it was the only thing you were good at doing. He lined himself up to you, teasing you lightly with his tip as a warning before he inserter himself inside, both of you moaning from the act. You felt something like actual electricity when he did that, making you breath heavy from the ecstacy. His hips moved rythmically, along with yours. He was still holding you by the waist, standing on his knees while he fucked into you. You moved your leg up on his shoulder, making him smile and kiss it, one of his hands running up and down it while both of you looked into echother's eyes. You enjoyed the view, so much, his naked toned body, his messy hair, that gorgeous face, your leg on his shoulder while he moved. It was hypnotysing, breathtaking, made your legs shake alone. He could feel you tighthen up around him, making him laugh softly.

"So soon?" he asked, noticing how you started squrming more than in the beginning, legs shaking from time to time, moans becoming more freaquent

"Peter, I'm really close" you managed to say, hands gripping on the sheets around you. His grip on your waist taightened as he went faster and deeper, making you whines more prominent than before. You walls started clenching around him, feeling yourself already starting to cum on him. He placed a hand on your lower stomach, applying slight pressure on it which really sent you over the edge, whole body shaking, heavy breathing and moaning uncontrolablly. He had to hold you down while you came, leaning forward and pecking your lips after you calmed down.

"I need a moment too" he whispered against your lips "Can you handle it for me?"

You nodded, letting him continue rocking his hips into you. You were covered in sweat and so was he, bodies pressed against eachother as he moaned softly in your ear, your legs wrapped around his waist to stop the shaking from the overstimulation.

"Peter" you mumbled against his ear ''I think you're really hot... like, way hotter than I expected''

"Fuck" he replied, pulling out of you and stroking his lenght a few times before he came on your stomach, both of you panting. He lay down next to you for a second, kissing your forehead and hugging you.

"You did so well" he praised you, starting to leave small butterfly kisses all over your face. You laughed softly, cuddling into him.

"We should go take a shower"

"Are you suggesting a second round in your shower?"

"No! Well... maybe, okay, yes"

He laughed at your reply, shaking his head.

980 notes · View notes

apurplenessie · 7 months

Text

How would the 141 + Alejandro + Rodolfo + König React to a morning “helpout”?

MDNI! GN Reader!

! GN reader! Part 2 Alejandro & König. Sorry for taking wayyy too long to write, work and school is a bitch. (fellow IB’ers whats uppppp?) this one is a long boi (2.6k words ;) dont tell me i dont treat my fellow alejandro & könig enjoyers well)

keep in mind i've never written for these characters before ( also i'm not fluent in spanish nor german + english is my third language so yk read with a grain of salt). Requests are more than welcome! THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT THO! I defiently want to write for Gaz soon but i gotta figure out his character better!

Contents: graphic descriptions of oral m!receiving. Lots of boners lmao. Yeah I know it can get repetitive but the prompt is limiting.

Alejandro

You were on base with him. It had been a super slow day but you enjoyed it because your schedules matched up. Most of it had been spent in Alejandro's large office, you two sitting in silence while doing paperwork. You and Alejandro were usually loud but it's days like this that make you certain that you love him. Just peeking over your papers and getting eye contact. The smirk he gives back, the twinkle in his eyes, god it could keep you up for days. Just that image of him..

Of course after sitting down for hours you needed to move. He led you to the training area and you had a blast. Training was always more exciting with someone else but it was magical with a man like Alejandro.

The way his arms flexed when he would lift the weights. The way his thigh muscles could be seen moving in the hip adduction machine. Of course he knew you were staring and he made sure you saw he added your exact weight to his hip thrusts…

It was the subtle ways Alejandro could seduce you further. He was all talk with many others but these unspoken flirtations were his attempts at showing his attention was purely on you. And you had to admit it worked.

He scoffed at you when you suggested with a wink that you’d shower together. “Lo siento amor, can't be caught fooling around like that on my own base” He grinned “Though i’ll make sure to grant you your wish next time we’re home, ok?” He winked and you separated to wash off the sweat.

You didn't say where you’d meet up again. You didn't think much of it but after 2 hours of no Alejandro and waiting at his office you went looking for him.

Not in the kitchen, not in the common room. He was with Rodolfo in the training area. ..Cute you thought to yourself as you watched them brawl.

Like a lightbulb lighting over your head you got an idea. Finding a way more mischievous use for the water bottle you held in your hand.

You snuck up to them, hiding amongst the training equipment. Alejandro had his back turned to you and rodolfo was solely focused on taking the taller man down. “Try to catch me hermano - bet you can’t” Alejandro teased. Rudolfos eyes as usual barked back a louder response than his mouth. His eyes darted over to you as you were nearing your boyfriend. He was a smart man who immediately refocused his eyes back into staring down Alejandro’s. Though now he sported a smirk. “What's with the sudden change in confidence, really think you can intimidate me amigo?” Alejandro spat in a mocking tone. Though shortly his breath hitched and he yelped. You poured your ice cold water all down his back.

He turned around sulking, slightly shivering due to the drastic temperature change. He had barely started sweating again but his shirt was soaking wet and clung to his strong muscles. He let out a low whine “Por quééééé”

Rudolfo snickered, now behind Alejandro “ Gracias, Y/n” he tossed his friend a towel, warm by the gym's temperature.

“Stabbed in the back by my own amor de mi vida” Alejandro dramatically moaned, grabbing his chest in pretend physical pain. You scoffed and kissed him on the cheek. “Feel better now” you held his face in your hands. He pulled you in by your shirt collar and you could feel his forever warm chest up against yours. He went in a bit and licked from your collarbone to your ear lobe. Too distracted to hear Rudolfo silently backing out of the room to give you your privacy. “Maybe, but I'll get my payback sometime baby” He’d whisper before shoving you away playfully.

After a long day together you ended up on the roof of the base. It was a secret spot that was reserved for just Alejandro - and now you. As unbelievable as it was to you, it was also kept secret from Rodolfo.

You had taken two thermo containers of coffee / tea out with you. As well as some simple biscuits. But the aura still felt heavy coated in luxury when you looked up towards the sky, in the arms of the man you loved so much. You admired his relaxed face in the pale moonlight. Caught up in massaging his hand you didn't notice he had fallen asleep. Only when you heard the familiar sound of his light snoring, did you go to look at him again in his now slumbing state. He was normally cute, but in his current state he was adorable.

You initially had no intention of waking him up but that changed when he transformed from a peaceful state to a groaning stirring mess. You were scared that he was having a nightmare and contemplated waking him up.

That was before you looked down to see a bulge not present before - and heard what was suspiciously horny noise mewling out of his mouth.

You flushed at the lewd noise. Wanting to help out but after all he seemed more than hesitant to do that stuff on his base. However, this was his secret spot… You slid a hand under the blankets covering you both. Snaking your hand down, pushing his shirt to the side and rubbing the base of his cock with probably a shockingly cold hand. He responded with a little puff of air and a thrust of his hips into your hand.

His dick was warm and you laughed at using it as a hand warmer. His cock grew harder with each stroke and his eyebrows knitted themself into patterns on his forehead. He wore his focused expression but with closed eyes instead.

You dragged his pants down, slightly cringing at the thought of his sensitive skin hitting the cool night air. Your solution? Taking as much of him into your mouth and rubbing his thighs trying to keep his warmth.

Alejandro woke himself up with a guttural groan. He was quick to figure out the situation, he hadn't fallen into deep sleep. His chest rising and falling as he lifted a hand to brush your hair with his fingers.

“Fuccck cariño, you look espléndido debajo de mí~” he’d be too needy, too cocky to stop himself from thrusting into your throat. Throwing his head back as he did so.

He wouldn't care how he’d cum. Either cumming on your chest or deep in your throat, it didn't matter. He just wanted his mark on you.

“Feel better now?” You’d joke and he chuckled, interrupted by distorted breathing.

After he did catch up with his breath, though, he'd be on you like an animal, smirking in that magical way.

“ I need you baby, so so bad” He’d hover over you, pulling you into a heavenly makeout session, so close to the stars.

König

It had started the day before. You had no real way of knowing if König was just busy or if he was, like your gut was telling you, ignoring you. Some days it was just difficult figuring what was happening in that gorgeous covered head walking 2 meters above the ground.

You didn't always know what was going on inside of his head but you'd give him space if he needed it.

Going to the common kitchen for a hot cup of coffee you saw him pour his own. Taking the time to admire your boyfriend as he was standing out like a sore thumb in the small tea kitchen.

Of course, he'd know you were staring. A soldier in his rank would be dead if he couldn't notice your ogling eyes. But he didn't say anything, just turned on his heel. You thought he’d sit at the small metal table, but no, he stormed out of the room, through the opposite door. Which was further away than the one you just came from, you noted to yourself.

Ok so he was mad. While watching the instant coffee melt, then foam up, you thought of what you could do. It wasn't easy to confront him like this. You two would be texting frequently when either of you was away, but right now you were both here and it felt obnoxious to text him when he was right there.

“Man problems, huh?” You heard the teasing tone of Soap coming up from behind you.

“How do you know that?” You question him. Staring at him you knew that if HE knew - there was a good chance it ment bad news.

“Sorry i notice the 2’ meter and hell man running away from his ‘little rodent’ or whatever he calls you' You snort, thinking fondly of the actual nickname your boyfriend called you during the softer moments together. Little mouse, you wanted to be his little mouse in his shirt pocket right about now. It bothered you deeply that he was acting this way, and soaps expression turned slightly less smirky when he saw your expression change.

“Yeah i don't know he seems upset at me but i don't know why” you sighed. Soap gave you the best advice he had, which was useless anyways. His relationship dynamics not matching yours at all.

König continued to not even look in your general direction for the rest of the day. You got tired of it and tried to call him before bed. He didn't pick up. You wrote him a message before throwing away your phone and going to sleep. “Hey what's up? Please talk to me König.” Your message was left to read.

The alarm called its usual warcry at 6 am. You had gotten your hours but felt restless. The situation with König was affecting you more than you thought it would. Especially looking at your phone and seeing that König had not returned anything. He could be really upset if you did not respond to him reaching out. You couldn't blame him for his anxiety but at this moment it felt especially cold. Fuck this, you’d confront him.

First thing in the morning you had a briefing and Soap was really enjoying this new aura on you. You stayed silent, frustration bubbling underneath your skin. You stood up and left with a loud bang of the chair you were sitting on falling. But you didn't care. You didn't care if Price would view it as a sign of disrespect. That was something you could deal with later, you left for later.

This time, when you entered the tea kitchen, he was sitting there. Uncharacteristically all of his focus was on his phone. So focused in fact he didn't seem to notice your shadow slowly encompassing his sitting silhouette.

“König, talk to me.” You commanded but choked on your words, biting the inside of your cheek in exasperation. Tears threatened to escape your eyes when you saw his hood flow in a sigh. He went to stand up but you put a strong hand on his shoulder and prevented him from doing so. He gave an impatient groan in response.

“Please if i did something wrong at least let me know what” His icey eyes looked up into yours. The staredown that most likely lasted less than half a minute felt like an hour in a snowstorm. You saw the storm under his irises. “Not here” He mumbled, rolling his shoulder to push your hand off but indicated for you to follow when he left the room.

He led you to his quarters. A route you had not taken in painfully long but knew by heart. The silence on the way there was new though. The only sound was cadettes yelling vaguely in the background, the constant hum of electronics and his heavy footsteps.

He opened the door for you, the room hitting you with his comfortable smell. But you felt a stranger in the room, you. The way he now stood over you. Awkward position behind the now closed off door. The sound of his heavy footsteps had been replaced by your heartbeats. “So…” You wanted answers.

He started pacing around the room. Periodically looking in your direction. You let him think. His shoulders dropped and he stood before you. “You.. if you want him more, then just go” He took your hands in his own, brushing his thumbs over your knuckles.

You paused in partial confusion and disgust. Who was this other man? “König i have no idea what you are talking about”

He puffed in impatience “Soap. I see the way you look at each other” the silence that followed felt like fire. As much as you wanted to respect the insecurity of your lover you lost it and started hysterically laughing. “SOAP? You can't be serious. I see that idiot as an annoying brother at best!”

He gave another sigh in annoyance “Please take me seriously y/n. Don't toy with me like this” His eyebrows furrow visibly under the mask.

“Entschuldigung mein König, didn't mean to make you insecure” You stepped closer. It was comforting to know that his behavior did not stem from him growing to dislike you but you still felt guilty for making him think you had a thing for another man.

After talking it out with him you had both grown exhausted. He was sitting on his bed, head in his hands. You stood in front of him, taking his hands away and placing soft kisses on his temples.

“Nap with me, bitte” His eyes blinked tired, the blue orbs staring up into your eyes expectantly.

You laid together for the first time in what felt like an eternity. The familiar smell of him under his garments and gear. The way he held onto you, made it feel like you were two puzzle pieces joining together perfectly.

You were the first one to wake up after a couple of sweet hours. You took the time to look at his sleeping face, seeing him so vulnerable, unlike what he shows to everyone else.

When you shifted to get better access to his face you felt something else. You froze contemplating what to do in this situation, before getting an idea. I’ll show him I'm his, you thought to yourself, a smirk forming on your lips.

You moved away under the duvet, cringing at the cold air hitting your body. Looking up at him you could see his peaceful expression had changed to one of slight discomfort at the exposure to cold air as well.

Taking in the sight of this large man, in this large bed. You’d plant kisses starting from how far you could reach when still being straddled just below his hips. As soon as you’d put weight on his crotch he’d sit up, awake and alerted. He’d look puzzled, disheveled his short hair pointing in all different directions. “What, what are you doing?” He’d question.

“I'll show you it's only you who I want.” His eyes widened as you pushed him gently into a comfortable resting position again.

Releasing him from his underwear, you’d hear him start groaning. “Gott I missed this” he’d whine, already too desperate for his own good.

Starting to stroke his reddening cock, his large hands gripping the sheets. You only hummed as a response, spitting on it to lube it up.

His breathing was irregular and deep. He was touch starved severely due to most of his life spent in the forces.

His hands found the back of your head as you decided to take the tip into your mouth. He was impatient, so close already - and not in the mood to wait. He pushed you down, not paying attention to the small gags coming from you. “Gott~” He cursed with his head thrown back.

He’d cum fast but hard. His body tensed. He’d cum down your throat no questions asked. Though he’d be a bit embarrassed by his behavior as he calmed down.

He spent the hours following glued to you. Either in bed or around the base. Soap made an effort to disappear as soon as he could hear the familiar Austrian giants footsteps.

#call of duty #cod #cod mw22 #cod mwii #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro call of duty #alejandro mw2 #alejandro vargas #könig #könig x reader

210 notes · View notes

j-the-writer · 1 year

Text

'No matter how long apart'

Carl Gallagher x GN!Reader

Warnings: angst ig? Swearing Not proof read

Word Count: idk

This is my first Shameless fic, might be a tad inaccurate. ❤️❤️❤️ Also my first fic in months, testing the waters basically

--------------------------------------

Growing up in the Southside was rough, with no father figure and a mom working 2 jobs just to make ends meet. But there was one person who seemed to make it better. Carl. Carl Gallagher and the whole family seemed like a light in the dark.

You met him while he was looking for animals to torture and, reluctantly, joined in. From then on, you and him were always close, capturing animals and stealing out of donation bins or packages off porches.

You were close but as you both got older, Carl began to drift away. He got involved in gangs and started selling drugs. You spent less and less time with the Gallaghers.

The sentencing was hard, watching them take him away, knowing it would be a year before you'd see him again.

In the beginning, you'd write him letters, telling him about Debbie or Fiona. He stopped responding after a few months.

Without Carl around, you started helping around the Gallagher house more, watching Liam and helping with bills.

A year would pass and he'd come back. You can still remember him walking through the front door. A rushing feeling of excitement and then... confusion.

Carl was different. Corn rows, long gold chains and an accent you'd never heard from him before. He acted like he didn't care and was too 'cool' for you, or even his family.

So you stopped coming around again, only popping in to check on Fiona or Debbie once in a while.

And..that brings us to now. The soft sound of rain on your bedroom window and the ever so often crinkling of paper.

You'd let out a sigh, staring down at your homework, your chin resting in your hand. Math..never one of your strong suits.

3 ×^2 times 4x - 9...

Brrrrrrrr....Brrrr...

You'd jump a bit, looking down at your phone. The caller ID was a phone number Fiona used to call you.

You'd set down the pencil, picking up the phone and holding it to your ear. "Hey Fi..what's up?"

Silence. "Hello..?"

"Hey.." His voice was low, soft. A bit shaky even. Carl.

"What do you want?" You'd say, eyes narrowing as you leaned back in your desk chair. Carl had barely spoken a word to you in 3 months. Why now?

"I..well.." He'd sigh. "Can you- can you come over?..please. i..I need you." He sounded desperate, like he couldn't breathe.

This was a side you hadn't seen of Carl since you were kids, if ever.

"Right..um, you're at home right?"

"yeah, just get out here as fast as you can please. I need you."

That was enough to convince you. With a quick goodbye, you'd hang up the phone, abandoning your homework and slipping on a pair of boots.

You'd pull a jacket on, precariously opening the bedroom window and slipping out. Rain droplets dotted your face as you jogged out of your yard, through the gate, towards the Gallagher house, towards Carl.

It was dark, late and nobody was around to see you. To see you in your pajamas and a pair of rainboots running down the street.

The Gallagher house came into view, a figure sitting on the porch stoop.

The wooden stairs let out a groan under your weight and they'd look up.

"Shit Carl- what happened?" His forehead had a nasty mark and stitches.

You'd drop down to sit next to him, hand moving to his cheek, turning his face so you could get a better look.

"I know it's been a while, I should be bothering you..I'm sorry." He'd say, looking at you. Carl's eyes were glassy with tears, though you could tell he was fighting it.

"It's okay, Carl. I've missed you.'' You'd murmur.

It's like that flipped a switch. Carl would reach over, arms around you in a tight hold as he pressed his face into your shoulder, softly sniffling before crying.

His shoulders would fall up and down rapidly as he tried to stop crying. His fingernails dug into your back as he sobbed.

You don't know what to say. You've never seen Carl like this. A part of you is relieved he's come back and still feels comfortable with you. Another part is saying that something shitty must've happened to make him this desperate.

Your arms wrap around him, your chin resting in his hair, breathing in his scent. Some cheap cologne he thought was cool probably.

"Wanna go inside and talk about it?" Carl's cries stop for just a second and he nods, pulling away and wiping his nose.

You both stand up. He opens the door, heading inside. You'd pause, looking after him for a split second.

You'd think. About the corn rows, the accent, the chains, the new attitude, just how much he changed.

But, you'd head inside anyways.. Because no matter how long apart you two were or how much Carl changed, he was still your best friend and you loved him.

#first fic ina while #shameless #carl gallagher #carl gallagher x reader #fanfic #angst

282 notes · View notes

flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

Text

Meeting your alpha general

General Plot: You're given to a general to be his omega, only he's not the person you thought he was.

A/N: I'm going to go ahead and apologize for this right now. I've been trying to come up with new omegaverse ideas and... This is just a short little thing that I dreamed about last night and thought it was funny...not particularly sexy or anything, just some silly fluff..i'm not going to include the request i got for omegaverse stuff because i plan on writing something else for that request specifically btw.

Alpha General (Lucifer) x omega female reader

Word Count: 1.5k

💕 SFW MASTERPOST 💕

W: kidnapping, sfw omegaverse fluff

You whimpered as the stiff military beta marched you into the room with a handful of other omegas. It wasn’t glamorous or exciting. You were terrified along with the others, as you were hustled through the military base dressed in plain gray sweatpants and a standard issue t-shirt.

You’d all been cleaned up a bit, showered and shaved in the right places and spritzed with some generic smelling scent that the alphas didn’t even like. It was a bored beta administrator's idea.

Your life had been a normal one, growing up with a happy middle class family, until your omega traits emerged. Then your father became obsessed with finding the right price for you. He squirreled you away like some precious gemstone for years hoping to make the highest profit.

He saw you as an investment that with the right management could bring him money for decades. In the end, the economy took a downturn, he lost his job, and your other siblings needed things. He finally sold you to the military wholesaler for a decent price, but probably not what you were worth. Watching them dragging you screaming away from your younger siblings he eyed the rest of them wondering if lightning would strike twice.

The alphas the government employed needed omegas and the general got the first pick. Your first look at him was what made you whimper. Even for an alpha he was big with even bigger teeth than most. He looked like some kind of horrific super soldier, scars littering his neck and face, his wide, square jaw set, and dressed in fatigues. Stone cold gray eyes danced over the gathered omegas.

“This it?” he grunted, seeming displeased.

The beta tried to form confident words, but they faltered.

“Sh-shall I get more, sir?” she asked.

He pushed some papers to the side on his desk and shook his head.

“Out!” he barked, making all of you jump and the beta hustled out of the room.

He pushed his heavy chair back with a scrape and stomped around his desk, before he took a pass in front of the line of you. Even as they passed over all of you his eyes never changed. He didn’t look interested, horny, amused…anything, just stone faced, taking you all in.

You were sure you did not want to be chosen. You knew it was your fate to be given to an alpha eventually, but maybe you were plain enough you’d get the smallest, gentlest one. Your hope died like a canary in your chest when his thick finger jabbed at you.

“You!” he snarled, “everyone else out!”

The other omegas all let out a relieved breath and scurried from the room, leaving you to tremble in front of the alpha as he looked down at you.

“Sit.” he growled, thumbing a chair in the corner of the room.

You hurried to sit in it and your new alpha returned to his desk, looking back at the papers in front of him. Sitting like that all day was the most frightening thing you’d ever experienced. Your eyes couldn’t stop tracing and retracing his massive body, a massive body that sometime soon would be on top of you.

You just knew it was going to hurt. He was going to rip you to pieces and then replace you with another. The thread of terror twisted tighter and tighter, watching him bark at his subordinates as they came in and out of the room.

Staring at the door longingly you pictured yourself running, trying to review the path you’d taken to get there in your head. You’d been too tired to really notice and after a few turns you couldn’t remember. It’d be pointless to run without knowing how to get out of the winding corridors of this secure facility.

At exactly 5 pm, his chair scraped the floor again and he started walking towards you. His heavy footsteps echoing in your head. He didn’t speak to you, just picked you up like you were a new pet and carried you through the base to his massive truck. Your heart thundered in your chest as he carried you in his lap while he left the base.

You didn’t know why but you assumed alphas lived on the base, but the general pulled into a pleasant gated community and stopped in front of a reasonable, for the neighborhood, sized house, opening the garage with a button.

Practically, panting with terror, he carried you into his home for the first time. It smelled just like him, so you knew it was his, and as you looked around your heart stopped. It didn’t make any sense. None. None at all. Was this a joke? A game? A trick? But how...

You wiggled to be put down, totally stunned. A little embarrassed he accommodated you, placing you down on his living room carpet.

You looked up at his hard, wide face, pushing your terror down as you asked him a question. You had to ask.

“This is all yours?” you questioned bluntly.

To your surprise his golden cheeks got darker and he scratched his neck, looking away.

“It’s just my collection…” he muttered, quietly.

His demeanor was entirely different. Instead of the terrifying super soldier you were imagining, he’d suddenly transformed into a shy, gentle giant.

You took a step into the room and hurried over to the couch, picking up a cushion and looking at it, then looking back at him.

“For real?!” you asked, shaking the pillow at him as an accusation, “this belongs to you?!”

He just looked away, even redder.

His entire living room, from floor to ceiling, even the rug were decorated with Animal Crossing merch. In your hand you were holding a plush leaf from the video game. In glass cases near the walls were vinyl toys of the characters, the walls were covered in framed Japanese promo posters, the floor even had a bell bag shaped rug.

“Why do you have this?!” you snapped.

He shrugged and looked anywhere but you, his hard, scarred face looking like you'd caught him engaging in some disgusting fetish.

“It’s my favorite game…I don’t have much to spend my money on so…” he mumbled.

You wandered over to one of the cases on the wall and grinned.

“You have Fawna!” you squealed, then looking at the others, “and Tom Nook! and …”

Your mouth dropped and your eyes got big.

“You have an entire Brewster coffee shop model!” you shrieked.

You’d never had the cash to buy all the silly Animal Crossing stuff you wanted to celebrate your favorite game. This was like heaven!

You turned and looked at him very seriously.

“Can I see your island?” you asked.

He shrugged and crossed the room to where his Switch was docked to the TV and flicked it on. You crawled up onto the couch with him as it started up and his island came into view.

“Oh my god!” you said, grinning, “I downloaded the same path tile set, but the fall version. I didn’t have time do redo it for spring since…”

You trailed off, remembering you were his omega captive. He frowned down at you.

“You lost your whole island?” he gasped.

You nodded, sadly. His face got hard and he growled.

“You think your family kept it?” he asked.

You shrugged.

“My siblings probably started playing some other game on the Switch,” you said, “it might still be saved.”

He frowned, reading the sadness in your eyes. Animal Crossing wasn’t a simple game that you could just play through and win. It took months of carefully saving your bells, hunting online for the best user made tilesets, and shrewdly trading furniture with your friends to achieve the proper seasonal look. If he’d lost his file…it would have been devastating.

Animal Crossing was the only thing that relaxed him from the difficult, military life he led. It was his lifeline, he couldn’t live without it. He’d waited on pins and needles until the latest release dropped and had personally used his connections to threaten Nintendo into continuing to produce new content for it. He was organizing a campaign as you sat there to pressure them into releasing a new version fixing some of his specific complaints about the gameplay.

“We can’t upload your save file to a new one if you don’t have that device!” he snarled, “we must retrieve it!”

Before you could say anything he was using his classified access to search for your family’s home address on his phone and pulled you into his arms to carry you back out to his truck. He made a couple of calls, barking orders and twenty minutes later you and an entire tactical team had descended on your family home.

You watched as they kicked down the door and fired smoke grenades through your windows before they dragged your father outside at gunpoint to sit on the lawn while they searched the home for your Switch. Waving at your siblings from the general’s lap, they all stared at you with big eyes.

“Got it!” someone finally called over the walkie talkie and like a unit, the armed soldiers marched out of your home in a line, bringing it over to you along with some other random Animal Crossing stuff you’d accumulated, a K.K. figurine, a Fawna plush, and a Brewster coin pouch.

“Check it!” the general barked, back to his old self and you hurriedly started it up to make sure your file was still there. Sighing in relief you found they’d just downloaded some new games, not bothering to delete the old data.

“It’s all here,” you said and he nodded curtly, signaling to the soldiers to wind it up.

You left your family staring at you on the lawn as he peeled out of your old driveway and made his way back to the more expensive part of town.

He hurried you inside and pulled a charger out for you so you could refill the battery.

“Can I visit your island?” he asked eagerly as he arranged you on the couch and you nodded, pausing for a second, remembering something.

“Yeah but…aren’t we supposed to be…”

He looked at you confused and you rolled your eyes, glancing down at his crotch.

“You know…” you mumbled.

He blushed and grinned, rubbing his neck.

“Yeah…I guess so…but…after I visit your island?” he asked.

You thought about it, nodding and he flashed you a winning smile, before arranging you on his lap and the controller for the device hooked up to the TV in his hand.

Was the general dying to fuck your pretty little body? Yes. Was he also dying to finally have someone to share his Animal Crossing fandom with? Probably even more so. An omega he could get anywhere...but you...Glancing over your shoulder at your island, he could tell you were just as dedicated as he was...you were perfect!

“I’ve got doubles of all the zodiac furniture, I can give you if you want,” he offered, "Name is Lucifer by the way, you can call me Luce...what's yours?"

"(Y/N)," you murmured looking for your island code to give him, and snuggled up, excited about the night ahead.

#omegaverse #just a funny little thing #alpha x reader #monster x reader #alpha #omega #female omege #female omega #monster fluff #omegaverse fluff #alpha fluff #fantasy fluff #urban fantasy fluff #fluff #x reader #alpha x omega #sfw fluff #sfw monster fluff

821 notes · View notes

aesthetic-babyyy · 5 months

Note

I was wondering if you could write something where Dean is getting married and in the bride’s family, the couple write each other 3 separate letters to each other since they can’t see each other. One for when they wake up the morning of the wedding, another one for when they are getting ready, & the 3rd for right before they begin to walk down the aisle and see each other for the first time that day. They don’t have be all fluff but things that make them love each other.

REQUESTED

The Tradition~ AU DEAN WINCHESTER IMAGINE

warnings// none, pure fluff

Word count// 2228

(Gif from Pinterest)

Dean and you have been planning this wedding for almost a year and you couldn't wait a day longer to be married to this man, good thing you didn't have to considering it was the morning of your wedding, smiling as you jumped out of bed you ran to the guest room to wake your bridesmaids "Charlie, Jess wake up, I'm getting married today!" You said banging on the door, it wasn't long till both girls were stumbling out of the room rubbing their eyes "okay so first we have hair then make up..." you said going of on the list you had in your head preparing for the big day

"Y/N, dean gave me this last night he wants you to read it, he gave me two more but I can't give you them yet" Jess said handing you a white envelope with your name written in messy cursive "oh the letter, he remembered" you said starting to tear up "are you okay do you want to sit down a minute" Charlie said concerned as she and Jess lead you to the couch" you wiped your eyes

"yeah I'm fine, it's just so sweet he remembered to do this, I'm my family we have a tradition to give our future spouses letters before the wedding because we won't be together, it's like a piece of each other is there" you said fiddling with the letter, Charlie took notice of this "oh that sounds beautiful, how about Jess and I give you some privacy to read the letter" Charlie said taking Jess's arm and leading her to the kitchen. Taking a deep breath you opened the envelope pulling out the price of paper

"Hey sweetheart, if your reading this it's the morning of our wedding, I can't wait to see you walking down that isle, to see your beautiful face and finally be able to call you my wife. Y/N the day I met you I knew you were the women I wanted to be with for the rest of my life, I never believed in souls mates I thought it was a bunch of crap, that changed with you, I don't think there's a person alive that could match me the way you do, it's like the universe made you just for me. I love you baby, and I can't wait to marry you"

Love Dean

By the end of the letter you were crying your eyes out, how could this man be more perfect. You tucked the letter away safely then joined the girls in the kitchen getting a small breakfast, both Charlie and Jess smiled at you as you munched on your toast "well what did it say?" you started giggling "it was the most beautiful love letter I've ever read and I'm so excited to read the others, I'm dying to know how he liked mine I spent days writing them" Jess perked up "want me to ask Sam? I can get some intel out of him just give me 5 minutes" you stopped her quickly "as much as I'd love to know I kinda want to hear it from Dean like a raw reaction" the girls both nodded their own hearts fluttering at the romance

Finally, it was time for hair and make up, you were able to get deans second letter, though your not sure how he can top the second one "please give me the letter now" Jess laughed as went through her purse to make sure she pulled out the right one "thank you" you said in a singing tone, sitting in the hair chair you tore the envelope opened as you read the letter

Hey gorgeous, I guess your getting ready if your reading this, I'm not gonna go into too many chick flick moments in this one because Jess and Charlie would kick my ass if I made you cry getting your make up done. How about we talk about how we first meet, because that goes hand in hand with the best day of my life... well until you say I do, I was coming to visit Sammy for the weekend and he introduced me to Jess his girlfriend, you were her roommate who I found to be sexiest women I've ever seen, at first you turned me down... I don't blame you my pick up lines sucked, however I won you over on that double date, I'm beyond grateful Sam and Jess got you to agree to that, otherwise I wouldn't be here, writing a letter to the women of my dreams on our wedding day. I love you Y/N Y/L/N, I can't wait till you're Y/N Winchester

Love your fiancé

"Oh god he did it again" you sobbed as Charlie handed you tissues "thank god I choose to do hair first" Charlie and Jess both laughed as they skimmed the letter "oh my god that's the sweetest thing ever!" Jess said tearing up "oh I am so making Sam write me a love letter" you giggled "you totally should, it's the best tradition my family has, the ones my dad wrote for my mom is tucked away in their wedding album, I grew up reading them knowing that's what I wanted, and Dean has surpassed my wildest imagination" you finally stopped crying by the time you'd finished your speech "I can't wait to read the next letter" you said as your hair was finally done, you moved on to get your make up done finally one step closer to the ceremony.

Finally you were outside the church it was almost time to see your husband, you were in your dress, a beautiful princess gown with a sweetheart neckline, Charlie and Jess were stood with you i their matching red bridesmaid dresses "you ready for the last letter" Charlie asked nodding "I swear he better not make me cry" Jess chuckled grabbing the last letter from her purse "okay you ready" nodding you took the letter gently opening it, both girls at either side of you peering down at the letter.

"Hey sweetheart, I bet your outside right now, we're gonna be seeing each other real soon again, I've been dreaming about this moment since you said yes, picturing thousands of different scenarios of you walking down that aisle, one even included you coming in on a horse, but I was sleep deprived when I pictured that one. I know the second I see you it's gonna be impossible to hold my self together, we'll finally be husband and wife after today and maybe in the future we'll have little minis running around, and we can tell them our story, and they can carry this tradition with their own partners on their wedding days. Only a matter of time till I see you now, I'll even tell you which scenario was right, maybe I was right about the horse after all, guess I'll find out soon, I love you Y/N and I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together,

Love your soon to be husband

"Son of a bitch he's good" Charlie said dabbing her eyes "I know, I swear if Sam doesn't write me a letter like that I'll dump him" Jess jokes wiping her own eyes "I think it's time" you said when the bell started to chime "you ready for this?" Jess asked as you walked up to the entrance "I've never felt more ready for anything in my life.

————————————————————————

Finally you were Mrs Y/N Winchester, walking down the aisle hand I hand as your fries and family cheered, Dean walked you over to the impala only letting go to open the passenger door for you to get in, soon you both were driving towards Jody's house for the small reception, looking at your husband you smiled "so we're you disappointed I didn't come charging down on a horse?" You jokes making dean laugh “well it would have made quite the scene, but you in that dress made my heart skip a beat” Dean grabbed your hand as he continued to drive down the country road.

Dean and you spent the night side by side socialising with all your family and friends, finally when it came times to the speeches your were sat next too dean with a glass of champagne, Sam was stood before you both as he spoke

“Dean was the best big brother growing up, our mom passed when we were kids and our dad was always working so it was mostly just us, Dean supported me the whole way through school then in college he came to visit basically every weekend, one of those times he met Y/N we we’re in Jess’s apartment so I could introduce him to my girlfriend, however Dean was much more interested in Jess’s roommate, he asked her out within ten minutes of knowing her… she said no, he asked again the next day, Y/N wasn’t interested but my brother is a determined man and I knew from the look in his eye this was different, he really liked her so I decided to help him out a little and Jess and I got Y/N to agree to a double date, we went to see a scary movie and by the end of the night they ditched us to go get a drink, since that night dean started to visit much more and I got to know my brother that but more and grow closer to him, and I watched as he fell in love with Y/N, and I seen how much she loved my brother too, I’m so happy to welcome you to our family Y/N and I wish a lifetime of happiness for you both, let’s all cheer for Mr and Mrs Winchester” Sam finished as he raised his glass in the air to you both, everyone erupted into cheers as they clapped.

Dean and you finished the night with a slow dance, your arms hung loosely around his neck as your head resting on his chest, his hands on your waist as he swayed you back and forth to the music, “you know the letter tradition in your family’s really something special” you smiled looking up to his green orbs “you made me cry every time I read yours, Jess and Charlie too” you giggled, Dean smiles and chuckled “well normally i wouldn’t admit this in a million years but yours got to me too, Sam had a field day with it too, before we leave for our honeymoon ask him for the video” Dean said trying to act annoyed

“Your kidding!” You said laughing to which dean shook his head “unfortunately not let’s go grab him and he can show you himself” Dean said leading you towards the younger Winchester “Sammy c’mere” Dean called

Sam walked over a beer in his hand “hey what’s up, you guys leaving for Vegas already?” He questioned “yeah in a couple minutes we’re gonna say bye to everyone but Y/N wants to see your new form of blackmail” Sam immediately perked up, his smile widening, he quickly pulled his phone out, pressing play to the video

The video showed dean sat on body’s worn down couch my letter in his hands, he was smiling as a tear tan down his cheek “are you crying dean?” Sam exclaimed, deans head sprung up at the noise “of course I’m not, do I look like a chick to you” Dean said defensively “oh you definitely were, what did it say?” Sam questioned “none of your business!” Dean said trying to walk away “oh come on dean I’m your brother” Sam tried to pull the brother string, that usually made Dean cave, “it’s personal Sammy, Y/N wrote it to me” Dean said glancing at the letter “like the ones you had me give Jess?” Dean nodded then the video cut off

“Oh that is so sweet Dean” you smiled up at him tears threatening to spill over “yeah I thought you might have enjoyed that” Dean said as he ran his hand up and down you back, you turned to Sam “send that to me please” Dean rolled his eyes as Sam sent you video

“Hey lovebirds you ready for your honeymoon?” Gabriel asked his arm wrapped around his girlfriend Rowena “yeah we’re about to head off now just saying bye to Sammy” Dean smiled “we’ll you guys enjoy vegas, maybe get to work on making some babies” Gabriel joked and Rowena rolled her eyes “there’s so much time for having children, take time to yourselves first and foremost” Rowena said grabbing your hand i her hers “thanks Rowena that means a lot” you told her pulling her into a hug, Dean turned to Gabriel “doesn’t mean we won’t have fun trying” sending both men into hysterics.

After saying your goodbyes to everyone Dean and you were once again in baby heading down the highway on the road to city of sins “you ready for the rest our lives gorgeous” Dean turned to ask “I was born ready handsome” you said leaning into his side, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as he drove to sound of AC/DC playing in the background, the day couldn’t have been more perfect.

78 notes · View notes

inlocusmads · 2 months

Text

Starting Somewhere If Nowhere Tangible ~ nora rose, mafalda ginovesi

wc: 996, teen and up, warnings for drug mentions/usage

a/n:.. or how nora scored herself a job at the Ginovesi Agency.

___

Sometime in 2019-20

Nora did not expect to be high when she received a job offer. A friend of hers had told her it “cured anxiety” or something. It made her cough a lot. She didn't have any unexpected laughing fits or a blatant disdain for her life which probably meant what she smoked wasn't even good quality stuff. Maybe she was that immune. Nora wanted to care but a part of her told her it brought no use.

She felt like a kid when Mafalda Ginovesi or someone came up to the terrace after a conversation with her uncle. Nora knew very little about Tommy's friends. Either she was too young to remember them all or never been introduced ever. Probably he wanted to make a good impression. Nora felt like an unwashed wound on someone's leg. Heck, she'd scrub herself extra hard in the shower just to get rid of the stains on her skin. As if she could only be defined by her stains. What was the point, anyway? College ended so long ago. She quit her job because the job sucked. Might as well check off another number by being a grubby mistake people wanted to hide.

She tried flipping burgers and helping her uncle run the bar but with no avail. It wasn't going anywhere. Her friends took the money, listened to her talk about the restaurant industry and ran. Who were her friends?

She'd read every self-help book on the market from PirateBay. Everything told her “hey, just fucking commit to it” when her brain never really got it going anyway. Making to-do lists occupied most of her time and she'd cross them off regardless. Journalling felt like a waste of time when she could be using the book to write more to-do lists. Borrowing money from Uncle Tommy to get groceries felt like she'd hit a new low, so she'd gone to find herself a job which only resulted in getting fired on the same day. What was she to do with a criminology degree anyway? The NYPD were corrupt motherfuckers. Aneesa was gone. Nothing to live upto.

But at the end of the day, she could roll a nice blunt however impure it might be and just stop worrying. Stop reading those books. Stop purchasing motivational keychains she didn't need. Stop cutting her hair. Stop browsing channels and get out of bed. Stop eating so many egg sandwiches after a smoke break. Stop taking breaks and wash up the counter instead. The granite isn't going to get all sparkly on its own.

Wasn't like she had anyone to get excited about either. She'd take anyone at this point. Friends, romantics - the line started to blur.

Maybe it was just the weed.

“I talked to your uncle.”

“Right. Uh, sorry --” Nora massaged her head. “Who are you?”

She flicked the cigarette to the trash.

“Nice aim.”

“Who are you again?”

“A friend of your uncle's.” she crossed her arms.

“Right okay so -- what do I do? Get you a chair or --”

“I came here with an offer. Your uncle said you needed more time -- is that pot?"

“Yes. Sorry I'm not more presentable.” Nora sniffed, adjusting her hoodie. “Please don't tell Uncle Tommy. He's going to be even more disappointed than he already is.”

“Do you want to sit down?” Mafalda Ginovesi’s voice nurtured her to take a seat.

“No -- I'm not -- I'm -- fine.” She struggled. “Yeah. I am okay. So what's up with the offer?”

“He says you're in between jobs and you were a homicide detective down in the 53rd precinct.”

“And somehow I find flipping burgers more honourable.” Nora scoffed. “What about it?”

“I've heard of what happened and I want to offer you a job.”

“Wow, you do not beat around the bush."

“No. I am looking for qualified private eyes for my agency. My fourth kid was just born last year and I need to be at home as much as I can. Didn't get a huge response from the papers. Called some old friends. Tommy said you were available and had a decent record. Good education. Recently unemployed.”

“So it's a full time thing?”

“I'm swamped with cases. We don't get a lot but we do get enough to get by.”

“I've seen private eye agencies run to the ground. What's different about yours?” Nora asked.

“I started it ever since I quit the NYPD myself, ever since they learned I'm gay. Which is enough to say, a long time ago. Ten years afloat. All me. My wife helps with the paperwork. My four kids are going to need some investment.”

“How much are you willing to pay me?”

“This isn't a standard 9-5. You get paid for the work you do. We split it.”

“But I'd still have to call you boss?”

“I don't mind the flattery. It's a small place. Near the bodega that sells egg sandwiches.”

Nora shrugged. “Still going to need a licence though.”

“Can be arranged. I know people. Just have to say yes.” Mafalda said. “You'd have to put in the work. For now it's grunt work. Help with running digital footprints, compile dossiers, write up reports, take notes - essentially an assistant job. Once you get warmed up we move on. I'm giving you a chance. Don't fuck it up.”

“All right, all right, sit down, jeez.”

“I am sitting down.”

“Yeah okay I think the weed’s already kicked in so -- I start Monday right?”

“Tomorrow. Your uncle needs you to get a job and I'm giving you one.”

“I don't need your sympathy.”

“No. You don't. But you need stability whether you like it or not. How long are you going to wallow in the what-ifs, anyway?”

“Yeah okay fair.” Nora said, nonchalantly.

“Get a blazer. Get a shirt. Trousers. Belt. Watch. I need you in the office by nine sharp.”

“Or don't bother coming?”

Mafalda stared at her.

“I’ll show up.” Nora sighed. “Close the door when you leave.”

***

A/n: Aneesa was the reason behind Nora learning about the NYPD's corrupted interiors. She was wrongly accused of a crime she didn't commit - became a scapegoat for an underground crime organisation. Aneesa was also Nora's girlfriend/situationship at that time which made the loss even harder when the former had to flee the country. To this day only a couple people know about the incident and Nora's afraid of making contact due to the fact that the underground crime ring might trail it back to her.

She also suspects this underground ring to be a key player in her dad's death but it's still very circumstantial and disputed.

Tagging @choicesficwriterscreations

#nora rose #w:inlocusmads #crimes of passion fics #mafalda ginovesi #my drabbles

20 notes · View notes

anadelaney79 · 2 years

Text

Fuck

Summary: A request from @little-wicked10 that I tottally loved to write. Sorry about the delay! I've been working so much lately that had very little time to write!

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Reader

Words:

Warnings: 18+ Sex (p in v, vocabulary)

A/N: As usual, I'm really sorry about all the spelling mistakes, as english is not my main language.

Title: Fuck

You dig your nails into the dark wood of the desk. Your entire torso is flat against the rough surface, your flushed cheek getting marked with every move. You bite your lower lip to hold back your cries of pleasure with each thrust from Alfie, buried deep into you. You can feel every inch of him inside your walls, receiving it with devotion.

"You're my whore... no one else's", he whispers.

You let out a loud moan and his hand covers your mouth. "Shut up," he growls.

You are both fully clothed. You walked into Alfie's office just to hand him some papers and without any warning, he squeezed one of your butt cheeks, almost making you ache. A few seconds later your body was sprawled across the desk, your feet barely touching the floor as he unzipped himself and burried into you.

Alfie knows that you are his. He knows that you are surrendered to him, and that it is impossible for you to deny yourself to that virile, moody, criminal man, almost bordering on violent. You always felt like a frightened fawn walking into his office, walking past him, accidentally brushing his hand when you bring him his cup of tea every morning, feeling his breath so close when he speaks to you. You feel your body shake every time you are near him.

Just thinking about him makes you shudder.

No one knows about what´s going on between you two. The men working for him sees you as the poor, sweet girl he has to mistreat with thousands of daily tasks, some of them nearly impossible. "leave him and work for me, I will improve your conditions. You are too good for him", they offer you over and over again. But you would never leave Alfie.

The sound of the doorknob makes you lift your cheek from the wood of the desk. "Alfie, someone..." you manage to whisper between his salty, calloused fingers that covers your mouth. "I said shut up," he whispers in your ear, softly this time. "I'm not going to stop," he tells you before the door swings open.

"What the fuck do you want?" he yells violently. The man who comes is perfectly dressed, with a dark overcoat and a matching beret. The man hesitates for a second, but he goes into the office and closes the door behind him. "You know what I'm coming for, Alfie. And I'm not leaving until you hand me those fucking papers." Alfie removes his hand from your mouth and you let out a moan as his thrusts pick up their pace.

You support yourself on your hands, and feel a perfect mix of fear, shame, adrenaline and excitement. And, little by little, the excitement is winning over the rest of those feelings.

The man sits in front of the desk, and his light blue eyes stare into yours, brown and full of fire. Your teeth bite back into your lower lip and you can feel the wetness between your legs becoming more and more apparent. "Fuck off and come back when I'm done" Alfie tells him breathlessly. You want to moan, to show that, far from embarrassing you, the situation is turning you on to the point of driving you crazy. Alfie seems to notice it, because he quickens his pace and one of his hands travels down to your crotch, caressing your clit in messy, arrhythmic circles.

The man looks at you in the eye again and takes out a small metal box from the inside pocket of his overcoat. He takes a cigarette and brushes it over his lips, moistening it slowly while looking at you. "I can wait, Alfie," he tells him, lighting it on.

Smoke swirls in the air and you know Alfie is about to come. You know it, you feel it. What you don't understand is how you can be so turned on with a stranger in front of you, watching your every move, every gesture on your face, every moan that gently escapes from your mouth, with so much attention.

"Finish for me, cutie, we have business to do with Mr. Solomons," he tells you, leaning back on the chair. You arch your back automatically, and his deep voice joins Alfie's uncontrolled thrusts, making you come to an orgasm like you've never had before.

When your head settles down you feel the warm, slimy liquid drain between your legs as Alfie bites your shoulder, making you ache. He reaches down to your ankles with a loud growl and pulls your panties up into place. He gives you a resounding slap on your butt and, as he sits on the couch, tells you "Get us a whiskey, sugar, we have work to do."

You adjust your dress and prepare to get out of the room, your cheeks red, your eyes fixed on the floor. But Alfie's hand grips your wrist, forcing you to stop and turn toward him. His eyes search yours, his gaze hungry and dark, as if he still wants to devour you whole. He tugs on your arm, making you bend over, and whispers in your ear "So, you like being watch while I fuck you?" You blush and try to explain "Alfie, I…", but he shuts you up, putting two fingers on your lips. "I'll fuck you in front of everyone if I have to, so they know you're mine. Remember that," he whispers in your ear before letting you go.

#alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons #tom hardy #alfie solomons smut #alfie solomons fanfiction

486 notes · View notes

mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 1 year

Text

@apho-sappho Happy early birthday, Anna! I hope you have the most wonderful day tomorrow! I was too excited to send you this to wait until the 9th, so here is the little gift I spoiled I'd write for you! Enjoy!

---

Sunrays snuck through the green leaves of the large tree as Lan Sizhui dutifully wrote underneath it, a soft breeze ruffling through the foliage. He had laid a small table for himself, two small notebooks, his favorite brushes (the ones Hanguang-Jun gifted him when he turned ten) and a tiny teapot of his favorite brew accompanying his task.

Though there were no classes to study for and no night hunts to write reports on, he still appeared to work on something important, stopping only enough to pet the occasional curious bunny coming to check out the new setup.

However, the focused, serious look that he usually wore when doing work had been replaced with a soft smile, a faraway look in his eyes in the few moments that he tore his eyes from the paper. He appeared to be reminiscing.

"What are you working on?" Wei Wuxian asked as he came in to join Sizhui underneath the tree. Lan Wangji did the same, sitting opposite his husband, on the other side of the boy.

"You've finished classes early today." Sizhui smiled, greeting each with a nod. "I was just writing down my memories."

Wei Wuxian produced a wine jar from one of his sleeves, taking a swig. "Oh? Like a journal?"

"Well, kind of? I'm trying to collect as many memories as I can bring up and write them down so I never forget them."

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji shared a fond look, soft and only the tiniest bit sorrowful.

"What brought this on?" Lan Wangji asked, pouring his son some tea upon noticing his cup had emptied.

"I've been thinking about how I lost so many of my childhood memories for so many years, and how I only recently recovered them... I don't want that to happen ever again, so I decided to preserve them somehow. Writing seemed like the best option, so here I am doing it."

Sizhui kept writing, lips curled up into a smile. "I've only just now remembered how senior Wei buried me in the ground in the Burial Mounds so more kids would sprout for me to play with."

Wei Wuxian laughed, a bit wetly.

"Which is quite funny considering the fact that Hanguang-Jun buried me in bunnies not too late after that. I would be upset about not having bunny features and he said that's how I'd get them."

Lan Wangji smiled, amused, at the memory.

"The more I'm writing, the more I'm realizing how similar the two of you are. You've both been kind and protective of me without stifling me, you've both helped me, supported me and taught me important life lessons... I'm really grateful."

Lan Wangji discreetly dried his eyes with the ends of his sleeves as Wei Wuxian hid his own tears behind his wine jar.

Sizhui stopped writing for a moment as a pair of white bunnies flopped into his lap. "I also just realized something else."

"Hm?"

"You've both sang me the same lullaby to sleep."

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #lsz #writing attempts

80 notes · View notes

chuuyrr · 2 years

Text

strawberry shortcake

bungou stray dogs x gojo! reader

masterlist of infinity

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for bungou stray dogs, mentions of blood and violence, soft boyfriend! nakahara chuuya, chuuya calls you baby a lot, major themes of angst and fluff

╰➤ PAIRING(s): nakahara chuuya x reader

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: in which chuuya gives you a strawberry shortcake that brings back both good and bad memories.

this writing wasn't requested. this is a piece i've had in my google docs for some time now and i forgot about it until i checked earlier, and realized i haven't published this one yet. i got inspired from this tiktok too. enjoy reading ♡

when you and chuuya got into a relationship, you learned that he loves to remember the smallest details about your likes and dislikes. everything from your clothing preferences and size to your favorite and least favorite foods and coffee preferences.

chuuya never fails to surprise you when he comes home with something you've been eyeing or wanting for a long time, and it sometimes makes you wonder and ask him if you told him about it because there were times when you simply forgot you did. he seemed to know you like the back of his hand and it was something you found endearing.

despite being the head of the wealthy and well-known gojo family, they were nothing like chuuya. they didn't give a damn about those things. all they cared about was status and wealth, and nothing more.

currently, you were in the living room of the penthouse you shared with chuuya, working on the important papers and errands entrusted to you by the higher-ups that were keeping tokyo at bay. even though you were now living in yokohama, that doesn’t mean you were completely free. you had responsibilities and duties to handle.

it was nine in the evening when your boyfriend came from work and spotted you sitting on the carpet, right in between the couch and the coffee table that was littered with papers, together with your laptop and stationeries. chuuya also took note of how you were still in your uniform; black high-neck zipped up jacket, black mini skirt and thigh-high stockings, minus the heeled boots. you had your blindfold pulled over your eyes, acting as a headband to keep your hair away from your face, which allowed him to see your aquamarine eyes that were constantly shifting from the papers you were skimming and writing on to the screen on your laptop, where you were scrolling and typing simultaneously.

“baby, i’m home.” chuuya spoke up as he took off his coat and hat, letting them hang on the coat hanger near the door before sauntering towards you, smiling softly.

you paused, lifting your head towards him, giving your boyfriend the chance to press a kiss on your forehead after a long day from work at port mafia. “welcome home.”

“looks like someone’s been working hard all day.” chuuya exclaimed, peering down at what you were doing. “i still can’t believe you can write and type at the same time. does your six eyes make you do that?”

you shrugged your shoulders as a soft chuckle erupted from your throat, “it’s a skill i’ve gained over the years. my six eyes just give me vast perception and immense brain processing power, and right now, i’m using it to grasp all possibilities and analyze all these things more efficiently.”

“you never fail to amuse me. you’re just full of surprises, really.” chuuya shook his head, grinning before taking a seat right next to you. “speaking of surprises, i’ve got you a little something, baby.”

“you do?” chuuya admired the way your aquamarine eyes lit up even more as you asked.

he nodded, grinning at you before placing a box on the space on the coffee table. “you betcha. go on and open it. you deserve it.”

smiling with excitement, you hurriedly placed the pen you were holding down and took your other hand from the keyboard of your laptop before unpackaging the rather elegant looking box settled on the coffee table.

chuuya watched your eyes widened when you saw strawberries and whipped cream layered shortcakes that were frosted in white, but his expression immediately contorted into a look of concern when your bright yet surprised expression changed into a frown accompanied by a single tear rolling down your cheek.

oh no. did he get wrong the wrong cake?

“[name]?” chuuya interjected quickly, completely worried. "do you not like it? i can get you something else—but he was cut off by you.

“no,” you muttered audibly, tears trickling into small sniffles. “i just..”

“baby, why are you crying?” chuuya pressed on, chewing on his lip nervously as he stared at you in concern. “hey, tell me. what's wrong?”

“i'm s-sorry. god, sorry,” you sputtered out, stifling a small fit of laughter as you wiped your tears away. “i didn't mean to worry you. i love strawberry shortcake. how did you know?”

chuuya sighed, smiling in relief. “i saw you looking at one outside a bakery while we were shopping together. i figured you'd like one considering your love for sweets,” he then proceeded to lean towards you, engulfing you in his embrace, rubbing circles on your back. “damn it, [name], you had me worried for a second there. i thought i screwed up big time.”

“i'm really sorry. it's just that i remembered something.” you mumbled rather sadly, muffling your face onto the crook of his neck, indulging in the warmth of his embrace.

“and, what's that?” chuuya kissed the top of your head before tucking it under his chin as he continued to hold you in his arms ever so lovingly.

“you know i come from the gojo family and how i've inherited my ancestor's six eyes and ability, and all that, yeah?” you began, which chuuya hummed in response.

“mhm.” he nodded attentively.

“well, only one inheritor of the six eyes can exist.” you continued, your voice seemingly becoming quieter and softer. “so, people have tried to kill me in the past because of it. both outsiders and relatives. out of spite, jealousy, or simply because they want the six eyes.”

chuuya's eyes widened, gasping in shock that he had to pull away to stare at you. “what?”

“i know i said people going after makes my life interesting, but it still hurts, especially when it's people of my own blood. my family have tried to kill me with the one thing i love too.” you laughed, feeling another set of tears well in your eyes. “i really thought they remembered something about me once, but i was wrong. they planned it.”

you were seven at the time. you remembered playing in the gardens of the estate when you were approached by your uncle. you weren't close with him, but you knew him since you often saw him during family dinners and important meetings. he beckoned you to come to him, and to your surprise, he had pulled out a plate of your favorite cake from behind; strawberry shortcake. you remember smiling giddly and jumping with excitement.

you remember eating it as soon as you got it, but a pain had struck your chest all of a sudden by the time you had taken a seventh bite, and before you knew it blood seeped out from your mouth. the strawberry shortcake no longer tasted sweet, but sour and bitter.

an awful taste that stuck to you.

“i didn't know that.” chuuya stared at you with sympathy and sorrow. “i'm sorry, i didn't mean to remind you of that. you don't have to eat the cake.”

you shook your head, smiling at him as you took hold of his hands. “no, please don't be. i'm happy, i really am, chuuya, and i'm so grateful. i haven't had a strawberry shortcake that's filled with love, not with poison.”

“c'mere,” chuuya pulled your back into his embrace which you obliged.

“i'm okay. it's all good, i swear.” you exclaimed, only for him to kiss you tenderly full on the lips, making your eyes wide and cheeks warm.

“no one's ever going to do that to you ever again. i'm here now and i'll protect you, always, and i'll buy all the strawberry shortcake you want. okay?” chuuya pressed his forehead against yours lovingly, “i'm not letting your experience with a sweet dessert be sour. not on my watch.”

“i'd like that a lot.” you nodded, a smile finally breaking through your face. “thank you, chuuya. i love you.”

“i love you too, baby. so much more than you know.” chuuya kissed your forehead after pulling away from you, “stay right here. i'll get us plates and forks, and i want you to eat up as much as you want.”

“yes, sir!” you gave him a small salute and a wink as he got up from his spot to head to the kitchen.

chuuya stood by his words. your strawberry shortcake experience was no longer sour, but much sweeter now that you were happily eating to your heart's content with your boyfriend, and eating strawberry shortcake with him replaced the awful memory and taste.

341 notes · View notes

panandinpain0 · 9 months

Note

yooOOO wassup itsame mango- could I req a ron x hermione’s slightly younger ravenclaw brother fic? I just wanna know what you’d think of it 🧍‍♂️ cool ok bye 🏃‍♂️��

Under the Willow Tree

Oh my god yes- I've been wanting to write more Harry Potter fics so this is wonderful.

Did you have an idea of any plot you want me to follow or something like that?

I'll give you a little snippet here and maybe more later- we love you mango <3

(please let me know if you want more of this because I will gladly oblige)

@@@

Requested by: @mailmango

Ron Weasley x Male!Ravenclaw!Granger!Reader

(I'm so excited to write for Ron-)

---

There was this willow tree in the courtyard- not the Womping Willow, the violent tree that protected not only a shabby house but also secrets. This willow was planted by Professor Sprout and some of her Muggleborn and Half-Blood friends when she was a student at Hogwarts. She had always loved learning about Muggle plants and helped them plant it, and now it was huge and glorious.

This was (Y/N)'s favorite tree.

So there he sat, books splayed out about him, a quill and paper in his hand. He'd decided to take Ancient Runes this year, his sister Hermione greatly influencing this decision. She had thought it would challenge him in just the way he needed, and she was right.

It was extremely difficult, to say the least.

Brows creased and eyes focused on the parchment he had placed on a book for a smooth surface, (Y/N) tapped his lip with the end of his quill- completely oblivious to the group approaching him.

"Hey (Y/N), heads up!" Hermione shouted, tossing an apple at the distracted boy as she got closer.

Caught off guard, (Y/N) gasped and looked up, only to be hit in the face with an apple.

Hermione and Ron cringed while Harry laughed, the trio sitting around the books on the grass.

"Ow," (Y/N) somewhat joked, picking up the apple and taking a bite.

"Sorry," Hermione chuckled, picking up a book and skimming a paragraph. "Ancient Runes?"

"Yup," (Y/N) responded, popping the 'p'. "Why'd I let you convince me to take this class?"

"Because you'd breeze through all the other electives and you know it," Hermione answered with a smug look on her face, snatching (Y/N)'s parchment to look it over.

"Hey- I was working on that!"

"Ahh, just let her. You need a break anyways," Harry replied, playing with his wand as he observed the students around the courtyard.

"I did this last year, maybe I can help," Hermione added, snatching the quill from his hand and making adjustments.

(Y/N) huffed a dramatic breath before turning to Ron, who'd been silent.

"Hello Ron, how's your day been?" he smiled up at him, seeing as he was still standing.

Ron realized the awkward position and sat down against the tree with (Y/N).

"It's been alright, yours?"

(Y/N) shrugged, "It could be going worse. This Runes paper is the worst part about it so far."

Suddenly Harry perked up, gaze trained on something across the courtyard.

"I'll see you guys later!" He suddenly jumped up and ran off, tucking his wand into the pocket of his billowing cloak.

"Harry? Wait!" Hermione shouted, dropping the parchment and quill and following after him. She continued to shout things but (Y/N) and Ron could no longer make them out.

Shaking his head in amusement (Y/N) picked up the things Hermione had dropped before looking at Ron.

"You aren't going to follow them?"

"Nah, they've been running this way and that all day. I'd rather just stay here." Ron laughed at the end of his response, turning to look into (Y/N)'s eyes.

"What's going on with them, do you think?" (Y/N) questioned, pretending not to notice the limited space between Ron and himself as he returned Ron's stare.

"When is something not going on with them?" Ron bantered back, just now noticing how small the space between them had become. He cleared his throat and turned away, not seeing (Y/N)'s disappointed stare.

Picking up a nearby book Ron tried to make small talk.

"So, Runes, eh? I'm so glad I never took that class..." he trailed off with a nervous chuckle.

"Are we seriously not going to talk about it?" (Y/N) asked sternly, a serious look on his face.

Ron gulped and tried to ignore the heat in his face, avoiding eye contact with (Y/N).

"Talk about what?" he weakly mumbled back.

"The kiss, Ron. Are we seriously not going to talk about how we kissed and we still haven't done anything about it?" he desperately asked, beginning to look a bit sad.

"Well, what do you want to do about it?" Ron asked gently, fearing the rejection he was still so positive was coming- no matter how much (Y/N) seemed to want the same thing as him.

(Y/N) took in a deep breath, looking thoughtful. Then he cleared his throat and turned to Ron with a newfound determination.

"Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me? As my date?" He felt like he had to be specific for Ron to get it.

Ron looked shocked, and felt bad that he hadn't been the one to ask.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Unless you don't want to, which in that case- pretend I never said anything-"

"No- I want to!"

They shared a smile with warm cheeks and racing hearts.

"Does this mean you're my boyfriend?" Ron asked nervously as he looked at the grass, like he was a second year all over again, even though it's been four years since he actually was one.

"I'd love to be, but if you're still unsure we can just see how Hogsmeade goes..." (Y/N) hesitantly replied, tenderly slipping his fingers between Ron's on the grass.

Ron flipped his and over to hold (Y/N)'s hand properly and met his gaze, "I'd like that."

---

So like I said, just a snippet, but please let me know if you want more!

Hope you enjoyed mango <3

-Author Max <3

#ron x reader #ron weasley x male!reader #ron weasley x reader #x male!reader #x he/him reader #x reader #ronald weasley #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter x male!reader #fluff

52 notes · View notes

camthesolemnone · 10 months

Text

Sorta of a HeavyMedic vent(?) oneshot cause I've been inactive on AO3 for so long

"Mein lieber, you look frustrated."

The scene Medic was greeted with upon entering his lover's bedroom was not one he would have preferred. Heavy was sitting at his desk with a pencil in hand and a blank sheet of paper in front of him. The giant was hunched over, straining his muscles and revealing all of the stress in his shoulders and neck. His expression was scrunched up; it appeared that he was on the brink of punching a hole right through the paper.

"I am! This feels pointless!" Heavy responded.

Misha's overly harsh tone notified the doctor that this was not a spur of the moment irritation: it was suppressed anger that he had been holding in for days or possibly weeks. It was an extremely unhealthy habit, and while Ludwig would normally chastise his lover for this type of behavior, he knew that comforting words would be more effective in quelling his beloved's rage.

"What seems to be the problem? Having a bit of writer's block?" Medic asked in a cautious tone.

Heavy snapped back: "It has been months! There is no inspiration, no motivation! Whenever I put pencil to paper, I lose my will to write. I feel as if I have gotten nothing done."

Ludwig understood the true magnitude of the situation and was determined to support Misha in any way he could. He too fell into fits of unproductivity in his medical work, and it could feel crushing to the point of suffocation at times. The doctor paced over to Heavy and squatted down to his level. He placed his hands over his lover's with the intent of kneading the tension out of them.

"Why do you think this creative drought is occurring? You are a master of poetry, my dear, so I am certain your head is not completely devoid of ideas."

And the medic was correct. Heavy had so many different story ideas in his mind at any one time, but it came with the caveat of not knowing where to start. Most of his ideas lived and died as a single paragraph in his notebook, never pursued further after the initial burst of excitement. It felt like a never ending cycle.

"I do not know, Medic. I was so productive before--I even published a book! I have more time now than ever to create, and yet I am stagnant" Heavy explained.

"How about you take your mind off of it for a while? We can grab lunch, and maybe you will be more motivated by the time we get back," Medic offered.

"Nyet! That is exactly why nothing is getting done! I say that to myself, and then spend the whole day polishing Sasha or playing Poker! I don't know what has happened, Doktor!"

The more that Heavy described his struggle, the more clear the picture became to Medic. He was trapped in a terrifying cycle indeed: it wasn't just a case of short term writer's block, but the fault of a larger, well-hidden force.

"Misha, mein Kuschelbär...do you think you might be depressed?"

Heavy's anger intensified and it appeared that he was about to lash out at Medic for making such a claim when he suddenly froze. The giant slowed down and sunk back into his seat, really considering his lover's words.

"No, I can't be! I am not a weak baby man! Only small babies suffer from sadness problem!"

Medic sighed and shook his head.

"Depression isn't necessarily only characterized by sadness. It is associated with a lack of motivation in daily activities and can affect you in many different spheres of well being--"

Ludwig stopped when he realized that his explanation was getting a bit too professional. Professional rationalism was not was his lover needed in the moment: he needed compassion.

"Heavy, it's okay to accept that you're not well. Anyone of any age group can feel this way. I'm here for you, as your doctor, and lover."

Slowly but surely, the frustration on Heavy's face began to fade. He had been made fun of as a child in his small Russian village whenever he cried in public. Additionally, his father had essentially drilled into his head before his passing that a real man concealed his feelings from his loved ones. He thus grew up with the notion that any form of emotional distress was a sign of weakness. His partner was determined to change that thought. Misha's fists loosened as Ludwig whispered reassurances to him, allowing him to fully entwine their hands. The German leaned in to give the Russian a soft kiss on the forehead, which resulted in the first smile from him Medic had seen since entering the room.

"The Medigun cannot heal emotional damage, but I might have some medication in my cabinet that could help." Medic ended off his sentence with a playful wink.

Heavy laughed at this comment and pulled Medic up to sit in his lap. He placed his chin over the doctor's shoulder, nuzzling the crook of his neck whilst keeping him close in the iron circle that was his warm arms. Ludwig joined in with the laughter when Misha's stubble tickled his neck.

"Thank you Doktor. You have taught me valuable lesson. I will face this depression head on and write poetry again! ...And Heavy wants love from his medic now."

Medic smiled, relieved to see his beloved in a better mood.

"Affection can certainly be a remedy!"

#tf2 #red oktoberfest #heavymedic #fanfiction #tw depression

50 notes · View notes

godsfavdarling · 2 months

Text

chapter 23

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!oc

summary: Molly gets bad news about Spencer.

list of chapters, also available on wattpad and Ao3, my masterlist

warnings: just sad. prison arc!

words: 1,5k

Dear Spencer,

I hope this letter finds you well and in good spirits. There are so many things I want to share with you, and though I wish I could say them in person, I hope this letter will suffice for now.

First and foremost, I want you to know that Diana is doing great. She's in good health and spirits, and we've been spending a lot of time together.

Cassie, the nurse, has been a wonderful companion, and we've grown quite close. It's been comforting to have your mom here, especially during the times when I miss you the most.

Work has been keeping me busy as usual. My students are a joy to teach, as always, and they never fail to put a smile on my face.

Speaking of work, Sarah finally moved closer to her family as she's expecting a baby. It's been bittersweet saying goodbye to her, but I'm happy for her and her husband.

In my free time, I've been experimenting with new recipes in the kitchen. You'd be proud to know that I've been cooking up a storm, trying out different dishes and perfecting old favorites. I bring them to Diana as often as I can.

And there's exciting news on another front - Henry and I have been spending more time together, playing the piano. He's been making tremendous progress! We've even started tackling some more challenging pieces, and I must say, our duets are becoming quite impressive!

Do you remember that beautiful day we spent at the beach when we first started dating, the warmth of the sun on our skin and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore? It was one of those moments that felt like time stood still, and all that mattered was you and I.

I wish you could be here with me, holding my hand. But until then, please know that you are always in my thoughts and prayers. I miss you more than words can express, and I long for the day when we can be together again.

Sending all my love and warmest wishes,

Molly

.......................................

Even though Spencer refused to see Molly, she didn't give up on writing him letters every day. Each evening, she would sit down with pen and paper, pouring her heart out onto the page. She wrote about her day, the mundane details of work, and the small joys she found in everyday life.

She reminisced about their memories together, asking him if he remembered certain moments and trying to paint vivid descriptions of the days they shared or the holidays they celebrated. She knew Spencer could remember everything, but she hoped that reliving these memories through her words would bring him some comfort.

Despite the turmoil she faced, Molly made a conscious effort to keep her letters positive. Only the good things, omitting her own struggles—the nights spent crying and the sleepless hours plagued by nightmares.

Instead, she focused on the books she was reading, the movies she watched, and the weather outside her window. She wrote about Diana. Anything pleasant that surrounded her found its way onto those pages, her attempt to bring a ray of sunshine into Spencer's now dark world.

One day, Molly decided to include a photo with her letter. It was a simple snapshot taken by Spencer during one of their vacations.

In the picture, she was smiling at the camera, sitting in a chair at an outdoor cafe. She wore a flowing white summer dress, her hair naturally curled and dancing in the wind. She hoped that the image would bring some warmth and comfort to Spencer, a reminder of happier times and their love.

Moreover, Molly made a point to call every day a team member who was on visit duty, asking for details about Spencer's well-being and what they talked about during their visit. What was he saying? Is he okay?

.................................

As JJ gingerly handed her the crayon drawing, Molly felt her heart swell with emotion. There they were, depicted in vibrant hues on the crisp white paper: Henry, with his infectious smile and wild imagination; Spencer, his gentle eyes filled with warmth and love; and herself, standing beside them, her hand intertwined with Spencer's as they stood beneath the shade of a towering oak tree.

Tears welled in Molly's eyes as she traced the lines of the drawing.

"It's beautiful," Molly murmured, her voice thick with emotion as she looked up at JJ, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Thank you for showing me this."

JJ smiled softly, her gaze filled with understanding. "He's quite the artist, isn't he?"

Molly nodded, a small smile gracing her lips as she wiped away a stray tear. "He really is."

...................................

Molly was sitting at the table, lost in thought. It was Saturday, and later she was going to spend some time with Diana. She sat with her cup of tea when she heard a knock at the door. Peering through the peephole, she saw Garcia.

"Hey," Molly greeted, opening the door and letting her in.

"Hi, honey," Garcia responded, her expression filled with worry.

"What happened?" Molly inquired, concerned as she let Garcia in.

Garcia let out a sigh as she sank onto the couch.

"Penelope... What happened?"

At that moment, tears welled up in Garcia's eyes, and her usually bubbly personality seemed to vanish.

"Didn't you go see Reid today?" Molly asked.

"Yeah, I did," Garcia replied, feeling a sense of unease creeping over her.

"What's wrong? Is he okay?" Molly pressed, her concern growing.

"Molly..." Garcia began, her voice wavering.

"Please just tell me. I feel like nobody is telling me anything. I just want to help," Molly pleaded, her anxiety mounting.

"He's hurt," Garcia finally revealed, her words heavy with sorrow.

"Hurt?" Molly repeated, her heart sinking.

"Yeah... pretty badly... He got beat up," Garcia confirmed, her voice filled with anguish.

Molly's stomach churned, and she dropped onto the couch, feeling overwhelmed by a rush of emotions.

"I already talked to Luke, because I was about to go to the warden's office. Spencer should be in protective custody..." Garcia explained.

"He's not in protective custody?" Molly interrupted, her voice filled with disbelief.

Molly's heart plummeted like a stone, the weight of the news settling heavily in her chest. It felt as though a physical blow had knocked the breath from her lungs, leaving her gasping for air amidst the suffocating sense of disbelief.

"No, he wasn't at least. Luke said he's going to take care of it and do something," Garcia reassured, her voice tinged with concern.

But Garcia's attempt at reassurance offered little comfort in the face of such dire news. Molly could see the worry etched in her friend's expression. The overwhelming sense of dread gripped her.

As Garcia reached out to embrace her, Molly felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair. The weight of the situation bore down on her, threatening to crush her beneath its unbearable burden.

Tears streamed down Molly's cheeks. Each tear that fell deepened her heartache, a raw pain gnawing at her insides.

Unable to find the words to express her anguish, Molly buried her face in her hands, her sobs muffled against her palms.

Garcia's attempt at comfort was met with a silent, desperate embrace. "I'm so sorry, Molly. But Spencer is strong. He's going to be okay," Garcia murmured softly.

Despite Garcia's words, Molly couldn't shake the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. It wasn't just about whether Spencer would physically survive this ordeal—it was about the toll it would take on his spirit.

Even if Spencer emerged physically unscathed and regained his freedom, Molly knew deep down that he would never be the same.

The scars left by this harrowing experience would penetrate his soul, forever altering the fabric of his being.

................................

In the ensuing weeks, the torrent of misfortune continued to pour down upon them.

It was weeks later when Molly learned from the team that one of Spencer's friends had been brutally murdered right in front of him. The news hit her like a sledgehammer to the chest, leaving her reeling with shock and disbelief.

She couldn't comprehend why they had kept this information from her for so long. It wasn't as if she could change what had happened; all she wanted was to be kept in the loop, to share in the burden of knowledge. Yet, even that small solace was denied to her.

As the days dragged on with no breakthroughs in the hunt for Scratch, Molly felt her hope dwindling with each passing moment. Every day seemed to bring new challenges and fresh heartache, leaving her feeling utterly powerless in the face of adversity.

The weight of uncertainty bore down on her shoulders like a leaden mantle, threatening to crush her beneath its oppressive burden.

Amidst the chaos and turmoil, there was one silver lining: Diana. Despite the storm raging outside, she remained a beacon of light and stability in Molly's life. Their bond grew stronger with each passing day, and the moments they spent together brought a sense of peace and tranquility amidst the chaos.

Yet, even in the midst of their moments of respite, Molly couldn't shake the haunting image of Spencer's fear-stricken face from her mind.

He rarely admitted when he was scared, preferring to bear the weight of his burdens alone. But to Molly, he had always been willing to show his vulnerabilities, to seek solace in her embrace.

She knew how much he despised feeling helpless and dependent, and the thought of him enduring such torment tore at her heartstrings.

#keep holding on #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid angst

7 notes · View notes

momentaryescape · 1 year

Text

Everything I Didn't Say

Pheonix x Reader Warnings: Mentions of past relationship Word Count: 1.4k

You were working for Penny when you saw her from across the bar. Natasha “Pheonix” Trace. Moving to North Island to work for your aunt you knew you would see a plethora of people in the Navy. But the last person you had expected to see was Her.

She had come over to the bar to order more beers for the group she was with when she finally saw you. She smiled wide asking how long you were in town, answering that you had just moved there. Penny called you away, telling you to take the rest of the night off, saying she had enough hands for you to have fun.

You and Natasha had walked around talking for a while before eventually sitting on the beach. “Do you remember the night we almost got arrested? When we drove right past that no trespassing sign to watch the planes take off, man I thought your dad was gonna kill me.” She recalled one of your favorite nights from that summer.

“That was the summer after senior year, you were scared my scholarship would be pulled if they arrested us, and I was afraid you wouldn’t be allowed into the Navy.” You look to your right looking at her as she watches the water. The smile on her face is one you shared. Memories of when neither of you had any worries when you were together.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“You saved all the letters?” She laughed as she flipped through the box holding items from your time in college.

“Of course I did! They were my favorite thing.” You couldn't help but blush, remembering how excited you got when you saw the letters. Your roommates used to tell you how they wished they had someone who wrote to them. It stung knowing that to Nat you were just friend’s now. There were times you thought it could be something more, go back to when you told her you liked her and she kissed you. But in the end, it never came.

“What’s this?” She questioned pulling out a journal. The phrase “Everything I Didn’t Say” written across the cover in your handwriting.

“Don't open that.” You said a little too fast. She arched her brow, a questioning look on her face. You knew she wouldn't invade your privacy, but even her holding the notebook brings waves of anxiety flooding your body. “It's uh… Things that were better left unsaid. Things I wanted to say but in the end, never got shared.”

“I get it. Trust me, I have a fair share of things I've wanted to share but never said to the person they were meant for. It's safer that way I guess.” Her emotion is unreadable. She put the journal back before finding the pictures you had from when the two of you were in High School.

~~~~~~~~~~~

When Natasha told you she was going on a mission and might not come back you broke. You had just gotten her back, and now, you might lose her again. This time you wouldn’t be able to stumble into her at a bar. She had 3 days before her mission when she told you.

That night when you got home you sat down at your desk grabbing a pen and paper. Suddenly it felt like you were in college all over again, but this time instead of writing what you felt in a notebook nobody would see, you were writing to the person you cared about the most.

Natasha,

I know it's not fair that I’m telling you this now. But I can't pretend I don't want to tell you. I never stopped loving you. When we ended it a part of me broke. I've spent years trying to fix it. And I did, the night I saw you at the Hard Deck. That was the first time in years I felt whole again. And these last few weeks have been some of the best of my life. Sometimes I think of what could have been if we had stayed together.

When you would write me letters I hoped that you would say what I’m saying now. That we were too young to know we had everything. And that what we had is something some people spent their whole lives looking for. I tried telling you a few times. Like when I surprised you when you graduated from the naval academy, but I couldn’t get you alone. And when I finally did I didn’t have the guts to say it. Then again when you did the same for my graduation.

When the letters stopped I thought maybe you had found someone. I tried moving on, but no matter who it was, or how amazing everyone said they were, I never found someone who made me happy like you did. Maybe it was because in the end, I didn't want someone like you. I wanted the real thing.

With all of the mistakes I've made not telling you how I felt. And all the letters that I've saved, this is everything I didn’t say.

I know you will make it back. Give them hell Natasha.

Always,

y/n

P.S. Don't be mad at Bob for being the one to give you this, I knew I probably wouldn't see you before you leave.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Natasha read and reread the letter over and over again after the mission. She felt a feeling she hadn’t felt in a long time when she saw you. She hadn’t met anyone new when she had stopped writing the letters. She stopped because she thought that you had and hadn’t stopped her because you knew she didn’t have anyone else to write. Natasha thought back to the night she suggested the breakup. It wasn't that she didn’t love you. It was that she didn’t want to hold you back from your dreams. Everything you felt is what Natasha had been trying to pretend she wasn't feeling for years.

As soon as she was back on the ground she showered and changed as fast as possible. She tried calling you but got your voicemail instead. Deciding to try and find you another way she headed to your house only for you to not be there. She was starting to give up hope when she got a call from Bob telling her you were at the Hard deck.

Stepping into the bar she instantly saw you pouring drinks for the people in front of you. Waiting for you to be free she walks up saying your name.

“Y/n.” You stopped in your tracks. It was the moment of truth. You were about to find out if you just lost not only your friend but the love of your life. Turning you face her. Relived when you see her smiling back at you. “Are you able to take a break?” She asks. Your shift was almost over, you tell her you have 15 minutes left before asking if she wanted anything. She asks for a water and you get it for her.

The next 15 minutes feel like they are passing as slow as possible, but finally, when you look up they're over. You clock out before walking out from the back and over to her. “I’m good to go when you are.” She pays for her drink before standing up and walking out with you.

It's quiet at first, neither of you knowing what to say until you break the silence. “Did Bob give it to you?” You ask, your voice low.

“Yeah.” Is all she says at first. “I didn’t find someone else you know. I stopped writing because I thought you did and I didn't want to hold you back. When I told you we sound breakup it was because I didn't want to be the reason you didn't succeed. I thought things would go back to how they were when we were just friends. But they never did.” grabbing your hand, stopping you in your tracks she takes a step toward you. “And now I want to fix that. I want to make up for the years you lost.” You look at her and smile. She looks at you as if looking for a way to ask if she can kiss you without saying a single word, and you nod.

She leans forward placing her lips on yours. That part of you that felt broken before felt brand new with her. You knew that it wasn't going to be how it was before. But you didn't want it before, because last time it had an end.

This time you wanted forever.

#phoenix x reader #natasha trace x you #top gun maverick #top gun #phoenix x you #natasha phoenix trace #phoenix top gun #top gun x reader #natasha trace x reader #natasha trace x y/n #phoenix trace

58 notes · View notes

orangesunsets12 · 4 months

Text

I started writing this in January of 2023, and it's sat in my drafts for that long. I've worked on it occasionally, but now I finally have something that I can post! I'm not sure if I'll continue this or not, depending on my motivation and all that, but I loved the concept so much that I had to share it!

This takes place after Stranger Things season 4. Rated T and Up for mentions of death and violence.

Word count: 2441

--------------------------------------------------------------

Nancy Wheeler was the last person he expected to see at his door. Dustin had just left after being held in Steve’s arms as he mourned Eddie, Steve doing his best to comfort him. He didn’t know how long Dustin had cried, but Steve was exhausted. He wanted to help Dustin through this, the kid literally lost one of his best friends, yet Steve felt like he had been running on empty for days. He would visit Max in the hospital, comfort Dustin and the rest of the kids, making meals and donating clothes to those in need with Robin, and trying to keep his own pain and emotions at bay. He couldn’t handle his feelings right now. Steve knew that, if one more weight was plopped onto his shoulders, he would shatter from the burden of it all.

And he didn’t want to break. Not after all that he had gone through. Not with all of the people that still needed his help.

So, Steve wasn’t too excited that Nancy showed up. Sure, he cared for her, he cared for her a lot, but she came alone. And, if she came alone, it meant that something was wrong. Something that he would probably have to take care of. Something that he didn’t have the strength for. Probably something big, because if she was coming to him for help, it was too big for her, and nothing is too big for Nancy Wheeler.

“Hey, Nance. What’s up?” He said, trying to act casual, leaning against the doorframe.

She studied him, eyeing him up and down with a frown. “When was the last time you slept?”

“Not important.”

Steve couldn’t help but notice how Nancy was standing in front of him, with tension in her shoulders and a burning rage in her eyes. This was bad, Nancy never got angry, not like this. Was she angry at him? Steve knew that it wasn’t likely, he would know if she was mad at him long before her anger got to this stage, so she wasn’t mad at him. Who was she mad at, then? Jonathan? The world?

The pieces seemed to fall into place. That was it. She was angry at the world. Who wasn’t? But…why? Was she here to tell him that someone else died?

He instantly thought of the red haired young girl lying in a coma. It had to be about her.

“Is it Max? Is she okay?” He asked desperately, his heart racing with every frantic thought that entered his mind, but Nancy shook her head no and pushed past him and into the house, laying her book bag on the kitchen table.

“Max is fine, still in a coma, but alive. She’s not the reason I’m here.”

“Then, why are you here? Is everyone else okay?”

“Yes, everyone’s fine, Steve. I promise.”

Steve couldn’t hold in the breath of relief that built up in his chest at the words, and closed the door behind him as he followed her.

“That’s…that’s good. But, that still doesn’t explain why you suddenly showed up at my house. I assumed that you would be spending your last days of normality with Jonathan, and not doing house checkups on your ex. The Upside Down is here, in Hawkins. We’ll probably all be dead soon, which you do know, right?

He knew that it probably wasn’t a good topic to talk to her about, but now he was really confused. If no one was hurt, why was she here? Why was she so angry?

“This isn’t our final days, Steve, and Jonathan won’t understand what I’m thinking. You will. That’s why I’m here.” She said as she spread out some papers from her bag. Steve glanced over at them, seeing words and diagrams and making sense of none of it.

Nancy grabbed his shoulders and forced him into a chair, then sitting across from him, determined.

“Steve. You and I both know that this isn’t going to end well. The Upside Down is turning Hawkins into the next version of itself. Every day monsters of all kinds enter our home through the gates, without stopping.” She said sternly, her blue eyes boring into his. “There’s only so little time until more people die, and I’m not willing to wait around to see this happen. Everyone’s hurting, you know that. I’m not going to wait to do something until more people get hurt and more are hurting. There’s enough pain right now as it is.”

Steve listened to her words and glanced over to the couch, the same couch where Dustin had cried his heart out, sighing. “Yeah, everyone’s hurting. But we can’t do anything about it but help where we can. Move on. We can’t kill Vecna, we tried. We can’t stop any of this from happening, no matter how badly we want to.”

Steve wasn’t one who liked to give up, but he was about to now. There was no use in fighting anymore, was there? Was there any hope left for them?

“Listen to me. What if I killed him?” Nancy responded, ignoring his comment, and Steve watched her, eyes wide in shock.

“What? You want to kill him? Vecna? It’s impossible!”

“Think about it. If I went into the Upside Down, alone, he wouldn’t suspect it. He’s probably waiting for us to send an army after him, not one mere soldier! And, all of his monsters are here, in Hawkins! He has no weapons to kill me with! And he’s injured!”

“Have you forgotten about the vines that he uses?” Steve said, his voice raising with panic. He got to his feet, running his hand through his hair. Just the thought of Nancy going after that monster alone filled him with dread and worry, feelings that had lived with him for years but was growing with every word that came out of her mouth.

“Steve, the vine’s aren't a big deal!”

“Yes, they are. Those things can kill you. It could suffocate you like the last time we were in there, or stab you right through like what happened to Billy! You’ll die!”

Nancy sighed angrily, scribbling something on the paper with frantic speed, seemingly grabbing a pen out of thin air. Nonetheless, Steve continued. He cared too much about her to let her even think that going after Venca was a good idea.

“And, we don’t even know where he is! He isn’t killing anyone directly, so he wouldn’t be in the Creel House. He could be anywhere in the Upside Down, maybe even in Hawkins!”

Nancy’s determined gaze didn’t falter. “I’ll find him. I’ll find him and I’ll kill him. After that, everything should go back to normal. The Upside Down would go back to its own dimension, the gates would disappear, and everything would be better. I know it.”

“Nancy, you could die! You will die! This is a crazy idea!”

“Do you think I care?” Nancy yelled, getting to her feet and shoving the chair away from her. Her voice softened as soon as she saw his desperate gaze. “Steve. Our lives have changed, and not for the better. None of us have a future anymore. With every monster that comes through the gates, more and more people will die. More people will grieve their loved ones, people who were taken too soon. You know this. I want everyone to have a future. Mike. Jonathan. Dustin. Robin. Max. All of the kids. Joyce and Hopper. You. I’m willing to die to let that happen. And, no matter how much I think, plan, come up with new ideas, I know that killing Vecna is the only way to get that future back. And you know it too.”

Steve didn’t reply to that, and she reached over to him, holding his hand as he hung his head. “I’m not asking you to join me, or agree with what I’m doing. I just need you to believe in me. Help me prepare. Because I’m doing this. I’ve made up my mind.”

He nodded, knowing that she wasn’t going to back down. She never gave up, courage and endurance basically ran through her blood. She always did what she set her mind to, and it’s what he loved so much about her. He couldn’t stop her, so he might as well help her.

“What do you need me to do?”

------------------

Steve couldn’t help but let his mind wander as he got some more water for Nancy. She was currently in his garage, making some bomb that was supposedly supposed to help defeat Vecna, but Steve didn’t have much faith in it. He trusted Nancy completely, but what weapon could kill that thing?

He sighed, running his hand through his hair as he filled up the glass. Deep down, down below all of his fear, his hope, his courage that seemed one more crack away from breaking, he knew the truth.

Nancy was right. Vecna was weak right now, and they all probably had a better shot of killing him when he least suspected it. It was a perfect opportunity. Wouldn’t they be fools if they didn’t take it?

Steve expected his heart to swell at the thought of killing Venca, to get revenge for all that monster did to him, to the people he cared about. He could finally take down the villain that killed Eddie, that hurt Max, that made Dustin unable to smile.

Yet, that feeling never came. All that was left was the numbing exhaustion that he hadn’t stopped experiencing since Chrissy first died. Now, though, it was paired with the thought that maybe all of this could be over, and over soon.

He knew that Nancy would die if she went alone. But they couldn’t go with too many people. So, if he went with her…

“Stupid.” Steve muttered, turning off the tap and pouring the overflowing glass out, setting it down on the counter firmly. “Steve Harrington, this is so stupid. What are you even thinking? You would die. You would die and no one would be left to take care of them!”

He looked up and saw his reflection in the window, darkness beginning to settle outside. Red bolts of lightning cut through the sky, and he saw it in his reflection, flashing in his eyes. He reached his hand towards the window, stroking the glass, his reflection, seeing a man who had bags under his eyes, a man who looked like he had given up on hope, a man who had fought and given nearly everything and who just wanted to live. For his life to get back to normal. But, how could it become normal again with Vecna still alive?

“You would die.” Steve whispered, ignoring the tears that burned in his eyes. “You would die, but it would be worth it. They could have a normal life, a normal future. It would be worth it, right?”

Steve didn’t want to die. But, staring at his reflection, his eyes told him all that he needed to know. He was willing to. He was willing to die for them. He always has been, and he always would be.

With a deep breath, Steve filled up the glass once again, took a quick detour into his bedroom, and then went back into the garage. Nancy was still working hard on her device, not even looking up when he walked in.

He set the glass down beside her, and then proceeded to sit across from her, balancing his nail bat on his knees.

“Thanks.” Nancy muttered, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and Steve cleared his throat. She looked up, her eyes widening as she took in Steve in front of her.

“I’m going with you, Nance.”

“No.” She said firmly, reaching to take the bat out of his grasp. “I can’t let you do that.”

He moved the bat away from her reach. “You’re going to have to. I’m coming. Two people have a better chance of killing him than one, and I can’t let you go down there alone.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.” Nancy argued, her voice stern, but Steve shook his head.

“You didn’t ask. I want to help. I want this nightmare to be over, and if I can do that by providing my services, I will.”

“But, why? Steve, this can’t just be about helping me.”

“I won’t have peace, not even after he’s dead. I know it. I’ve known it for a while, Nance.” Steve explained carefully, turning the bat around in his hands, taking in the rough feel of the wood against his palms, “But, if it can give everyone else peace, a future…I have to do it. And, I don’t want you to die down there alone when I could've done something to save you.”

She rested her hand on his leg, frowning. “You do realize that this is a suicide mission, right?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. But I can’t let you do this alone.”

She huffed out a humorless laugh. “But I don’t want you to die, Steve.”

“I don’t want you to die, either.” Steve got up from the chair and then sat down beside her, moving the cup out of the way, and rested his hand on her shoulder. “How about this: I go with you, we both do our best to make sure that we both make it out alive, but just in case we’ll write a letter or something for the others. You know, saying sorry for dying and stuff. That way we can kill Vecna, try to get home, but if we don’t everyone else will have something to know what happened to us by. They’ll have something from us to hold onto, as a last goodbye.”

Nancy watched him, as if testing him to see if he actually meant it, then nodded. “Okay. And we tell no one, because they’ll try to stop us.”

“I know. Robin would kill me if she found out about this. Dustin, too.”

“Jonathan would have my head, after this. Probably after this, too, if we make it out alive.” She said with a fond smile. “So, either way, we die.”

Steve laughed, managing a small smile. “Yup. Robin and Dustin will have to fight over who kills me first.”

“But, at least everyone else will be safe, and Vecna will be dead.”

“Yeah. They’ll be safe. That’s…that’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Steve knew that, with this mission, that was the only truth, the only hope, that he could hold onto. And he would hold onto it as tightly as he could.

#stranger things #steve stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfic author #nancy wheeler #dustin henderson #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4 #st4

9 notes · View notes