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workinatdapyramid · 1 year
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pretty boy
jack champion headcannons <3
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m! speaks: we need more jack champion fics.. where’s the love for my baby boy :((((
* .・゜゜・  ・゜゜・.
posts you ALL the time like seriously this man cannot get enough of you
has to try every silly little tiktok trend on you ( even the filters )
“babe i promise this one is actually funny this time”
calls you baby (KMS)
takes you to all of his interviews
this man literally makes sure you bring snacks for him
“boys gotta eat” *shrugs*
PHYSICAL TOUCHHHHHHH
doesn’t matter where you are or who you are with, he always needs to be touching some part of your body
playing with your fingers while casually conversing with others
CLINNGGGGGYYYYYYYYY
refuses to take naps on the couch without you
when you finally agree to lay with him somehow he ends up knocking out on top of you
“jack i physically cannot breathe, get off”
“so you don’t love me anymore?”
brings you up ANYTIME ANYPLACE ( mainly interviews )
“who would you say is your go to person on set for advice?”
“if mason’s busy i’ll call my girlfriend until she answers. i could call her now if you want?”
follows you around like a damn puppy
he is a big simp for you and he knows it
HE HAS NO SHAME ABT IT
facetimes you everyyyyydayyyyy
“baby i miss you”
“jack i literally just left”
skincareeee queeeens
dedicated photo dumps of just you all over his feed
easily jealous.. if someone looks at you too long best believe he’s plotting
“i’ll kill him”
spam texts you while you’re asleep
jack 💗: wanna hear abt my day? i got to hang out with jenna and all of them today. it was sickkk
jack 💗: should i get pizza or tacos?
jack 💗: plot twist i got chic fil a
jack 💗: wyd rn????
jack 💗: y/nnnnnnnnnnn hellllooooooooooo
jack 💗: would you still date me if i was a worm?
y/n :)))) : jack it’s 1am
this man is sooo gooofy like cmon now
always gives you his hoodies
he loves when you wear his clothes
sends you every meme that pops on his fyp
he definitely has a playlist for you and every little date you’ve guys ever been on
will drag you to the gym with him just to keep him company
hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs hugsssss
his tall ass always leaning over you
flirting with you like there’s no tmr
dad jokes
always makes you laugh
loves your parents
he’s always offering to help your mom cook when he is over
calls trinity your guys adoptive daughter
always prefers being the little spoon
makes cringey couple tiktoks with you
EYE CONTACT ( mans can never not stare at you )
nose kisses
he literally adores you
* ✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
he’s so baby girl i love him so much ( prt 2???? )
might make a fic based on any of these ;) feel free to request in the comments or my ask box!!!! hope you guys enjoyed <3
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ohdeerfully · 18 days
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hi! I have a request, I've never really done this before but I'll give it a shot. so my request is that Charlie is tasked by heaven to watch over a very special human soul via a device that is like a full 360 VR kind of setup and this soul just so happens to be Alastor's immortal wife (he didn't know she was) whom he thought had died with him during a bad event and wound up in heaven but she didn't and She stayed the same since the 1930s like her looks stayed the same and her love for Alastor stayed too she never once tried to move on even when her new friends in this time tried to get her a guy but she just refused still wearing the wedding ring her gave her
I hope it's not too much to ask it can be changed to whatever you see if you have full creative control over it!
thank you for your brain anon
theres a couple awkward POV shifts in the story and im super duper sorry about that D: im not good at those
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An Eternity
alastor x reader (angst) TW: reader is female, reader gets a lil drunk and drives but shes fine(i do not condone this pls dont drink and drive im so serious), yearning goes ouchie ):
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Alastor rarely, if ever, talked about his time alive. He saw it pointless; a waste of time and energy. How could it benefit him if somebody else knew his history? If anything, it would only open up weak points. And, being an Overlord, he couldn’t afford that.
The only hint of his past was a band on his finger that he never took off. Even after decades in Hell, nobody saw him without it.
People often asked, of course, because how in the Hell did the Radio Demon get hitched? Even in life, he was probably just as unusual and off putting. These questions were always met with a dismissive wave and a laugh, but anybody who knew him—which wasn’t many, truly—would recognize the strain in his voice as he brushed them off. Whatever the story was seemed to only grow more painful with time.
He was deep in thought, humming absently as he trailed through the hotel. He ended up meandering by Charlie’s room, which was cracked open. He took this as an invitation to let himself in, cheerfully grinning as he saw the girl sitting on the edge of her bed looking extremely confused.
“Hello, dear!” He announced himself, standing up straight and fixing his bowtie with one hand. “What does this afternoon have in store for the Princess of Hell?”
“Heyy, Al,” Charlie responded, still frowning at the contraption in her hand. It was a rather bulky thing; an unappealing piece of new technology, Alastor decided. Still, he loomed from behind Charlie with a curious bend in his neck. Her shoulders were stiff, and he couldn’t tell if it was from frustration with the thing in her hand or discomfort at him watching her. 
“What is that peculiar thing?” He finally asked, since Charlie made no attempt at explanation. She seemed too focused to really pay him any mind.
“Something Heaven gave me to watch some curious soul they can’t control,” She murmured, fiddling with a couple buttons and knobs. “They’ve got me doing some ridiculous things. I mean, some human soul shouldn’t even concern me. But, they promise these favors will help with my hotel.”
Alastor hummed in response. He of all demons would recognize a manipulation tactic when he saw one—convincing a powerful demon princess to do your chores and promising to help her desperate project in return seemed like something the angels would do. He didn’t care one way or another, as long as Charlie’s naivete didn’t get in the way of his own goals.
He took a few steps back when Charlie stood, seemingly finished with setting up the box. He grinned, amused, when she pulled it over her head. It wasn’t the most flattering thing, and pretty bulky on her face. She looked ridiculous, honestly.
“Modern technology,” He sighed dramatically, leaning down onto his cane as he continued to observe her. “Only getting uglier.”
Charlie didn’t respond to his comment, looking around at what Alastor saw as nothing. She played around with the settings again, and adjusted the straps on her head again, before looking around again. She let out a successful sounding “hell yes” before pulling a remote of sorts from her pocket. She pushed on a joystick.
“What are you doing?” Alastor asked plainly, the building curiosity finally becoming too much. “Why do you have a box on your head?”
“It’s like…” She began to explain, trying to think of how to make sense of it to him. “Like… imagine you were looking through the eyes of somebody else, but still standing in the same spot..?” Her voice tilted at the end, unsure of her explanation.
Yeah, no, Alastor had no clue. But he dismissed it as unnecessary, as he often did with any technology he couldn’t understand.
“I’m seeing… Earth, I guess,” Charlie explained more. “Following around this girl.”
Alastor was only partially listening, humming quietly to himself as he just observed. He wondered if he should just leave—nothing interesting was happening. He was curious to see what antics Heaven was pushing on the Princess of Hell, though.
“Wanna try?” Charlie offered, lifting the headset up away from her eyes. Alastor immediately scrunched his nose up and narrowed his eyes.
“And look as ridiculous as you? Hah! No thank you,” He sat down on a chair near the wall, leaning against the back of it. He threw one leg up over the other. Charlie shrugged in response, and pulled the contraption back down.
Alastor sat for a while, absently thinking about what he wanted to do later as he waited for something to happen.
“Oh! Hold on,” Charlie suddenly said, causing Alastor’s ears to straighten to attention as she reached up and pressed a button. A holographic projection appeared out of nowhere, manifesting through some strange magic. “Forgot I could do that. This is what I’m seeing in here.” 
Alastor stood and walked closer, leaning forward on his cane as he studied the projection. It seemed like some kind of bar. He mused at how different modern bars looked from the speakeasies he would frequent during his own life.
“What heavenly task are you doing in a bar?” He joked, trying to find something interesting in the projection. It just seemed like generic bar business. Loud, flirtatious women and boisterous, over confident men. That, at least, was the same from his day.
“Like I said earlier,” Charlie explained, looking around the room. The projection seemed to follow her movement, and Alastor recognized that he was basically seeing through her eyes. How curious. “There’s some… soul they lost control of. And they want me to report to them about her.”
Alastor was very curious to see what kind of soul broke from control of literal heaven. He watched rather intently, leaned forward against his cane to watch the projection.
Charlie turned another knob, and the sound of tacky pop music and loud chatter began to emanate from the bar scene. Alastor wasn’t a fan of newer music, but he was often forced to listen anyway in the hotel lobby.
“Is it possible to turn down that dreadful noise?” He complained to her, announcing his dissatisfaction.
“No. I need to be able to hear what the woman is saying,” Charlie answered stubbornly. Alastor’s microphone of a cane began to obnoxiously play a song of his choice for a moment in retaliation, but died down after a few moments. After all, Charlie ignored his attempt at aggravation, so there was no point in keeping it up.
Charlie looked around the bar, searching. Finally, her gaze settled on a fancier booth with half drawn curtains. From her angle, she could only see a woman. She looked frustrated.
“---get out of your shell! It’s about time you start talking to some guys for once,” Charlie caught the tail end of the woman’s statement. She was gesturing wildly around, exasperation evident in the jagged movements. “I’m sick of watching you pine for somebody who’s been gone for ages.”
“Ten years isn’t ages, Mechiele,” You drew your finger against the table, making shapes with the rim of water that the condensation from your glass left. Nearly a hundred years, more like, You commented to yourself. You never told anybody that you were an immortal being. Nobody believed you when you did, anyway.
You sat your cheek against the palm of your hand and lifted your gaze to your friend, who looked at you with a sharp frown. You shot her a weak smile. 
“Can you just drop it?” You asked, nearly pleading. You didn’t want to cry tonight, being a little tipsy—you were an emotional drunk. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself blabbering about a dead husband.
“Come on,” Mechiele said impatiently, pushing your pleas aside. “There’s so many hot guys in here, I bet one would just love to take a piece of work like you home and-”
“Mechiele.” You hoped your tone was enough to shut her up.
You should’ve known better, honestly. Mechiele was already abrasive when she was sober, but with the amount of drinks she’s had tonight…
“No, no, no! You bum! Get your ass up right now and get out there! And take that ring off while you’re at it!”
Mechiele quickly lunged at you, a much too playful look in her eye considering how pissed you were right now. You yanked your arm away from her grasp, cupping your hand protectively with the other, shielding the golden band on your finger from her.
“Fucking drop it!” You snapped at her, standing from your seat. “I’m going home. You’re too drunk. I’ll drive.”
“You’re so fucking lame,” Mechiele droned, falling back into her seat. She wouldn’t budge when you urged her to stand and come with you. “He’s fuckin’ dead! Get a new man, already! Alastor’s not-”
Mechiele stopped abruptly when you smacked her. It wasn’t an incredibly hard smack or anything, barely enough to leave a red bloom on her cheek, but it was enough. She looked at you through narrowed eyes. You returned the same expression.
You left the booth and stormed off, cursing under your breath about it all. About Mechiele, about this stupid bar, about the tipsy feeling in your head, about Alastor—
You folded your arms together as you briskly walked to your car, yelling in frustration at your heels and ripping them off your feet. The ground was a little wet and cold, but you didn’t care. After making it to your car, you threw yourself in an switched it on.
You thought for a few moments. You were lightheaded after a few drinks, but you really didn’t want to wait for a taxi. You’d probably be fine, yeah? Sure. Against your better judgment, you began to drive.
It was a long drive, but it gave you some time to think.
You missed him. You pined for him. Nearly every night was agony, missing the presence of the only man you’ve ever fallen in love with.
You cursed whatever higher power there was for making you this way—immortal. How cruel it was, to make you live forever to suffer this longing. You didn’t even notice when you ended up in your room, but you let yourself fall face first onto your bed, curling up into a ball.
Even more, you cursed yourself for ever falling in love. You should’ve known it would only lead to an endless torture of heartbreak. You would never love anybody the same; although, you don’t think you’d want to, even if you could.
You were born to suffer. To spend an eternity in life without him.
Charlie continued to watch in shock for a few moments, her mouth dropped at the mention of the Radio Demon’s name. The previously hidden woman stepped from the bar, a furious look in her eyes as she stormed away. Mechiele was left with stubbornly folded arms and an empty glass of alcohol.
“Heyyy, uh, Al, how common is your name..? Do you know…” Charlie asked a bit awkwardly. She got no response. She lifted the headset, and realized he was gone. Even still, there seemed to be a lingering feeling of intense static, and the air somehow felt a bit heavier than before.
This had to be some cruel, sick joke, right? Heaven had to be toying with him, finally finding a way to torture his soul. His wife—she was dead. It had been nearly a hundred years since he died, and even if she had lived till she was old—
Alastor was pacing his room, ears pinned and eyes wide in frantic thought. Oh, how he yearned for her. He had managed for so long to push the memory of her away, to lock up his loss in a tight cage as he climbed the ranks of hell; it had all come rushing, barreling, torrenting back when he had seen her—or, no, somebody that looked like her—step out of those curtains. It was only a coincidence that that woman looked like his wife, and only a coincidence that she had a dead husband that shared his name.
His wife was in heaven, no doubt; which was where she belonged, of course, but Alastor had spent the last decade pining for somebody who he could never see again. If given the choice, Alastor wasn’t so sure himself if he was kind enough as to not tear her soul from Heaven and down to Hell by his side. Alternatively, even if Charlie’s idea of redemption were to work, Alastor was truly irredeemable. It was all wistful thinking, anyway.
Alastor’s claws dug into the curtains of his window, staring out into the streets of Hell in an attempt to concentrate on one steady stream of thought.
When billions of people touch the Earth, it’s only natural that coincidences like this rise. Right? He tried desperately to convince himself of different possibilities. It just made no sense.
A knocking at his door made Alastor’s grin curl in deadly malice. He really wasn’t in the mood.
He paced to his door, opened it just enough to fit his body in the frame, and glared down at Charlie. She was wringing her hands together nervously, and only seemed to grow more timid as the heavy, almost palpable ambience of his radio static filled the hallway she stood in.
“I’m busy,” Alastor said bluntly. His lips were curled in a sneer.
“I can tell,” Charlie responded. "I know you don't like talking about yourself-" She began to ramble on about him talking to her about his feelings and whatnot, but Alastor didn’t listen as he shut the door again.
Though, the interruption did give his mind a chance to slow. He sat on a chair in the corner of his room, and opted to fiddle with the radio on the drawer next to him. He tuned it—or, more just magically infused it—to play some jazz to try to keep his head level.
It would take some time to rebuild the dam that held back the memories of his wife. Even just the mere thought of her made him feel weak, and he hated it. The only soul he was capable of falling in love with—gone, forever.
Alastor never took the whole “eternity of damnation” thing seriously, considering the power he held and how comfortable he really was in Hell. However, when he remembered her—
Hell truly was torture. And he was cursed to spend his eternity in death without her.
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skz317cb97 · 11 months
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Love Letters to Who
Hyunjin x Female reader
Word count: 4.9k
Synopsis: Your 21st birthday you were gifted a mysterious journal. If you thought you were shocked when you saw a reply to your first entry from someone, you just about shit when you saw words appearing on the page out of nowhere, right in front of your eyes! Who was owner of those words? Who was H.H?
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A/N: 18+ ONLY! Here's our Hyunjinnie's! Only one more left! But don't fret! I've gotten a lot of really great requests while I've been working on this series and still plan to do a part 2 to Everything in it's Place so there is plenty more to come! Thank you everyone who has followed along! If you enjoy this part please give it a reblog, like, comment, jump in my an ask box, I love hearing from you guys! Thank you again! As always warnings and smut below the cut!
Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing/strong language, mentions of controlling and toxic behavior/relationship, oral (m&f receiving), cum eating, unprotected piv sex (please use protection), coming inside. I'm pretty sure that's it. The soulmate series has been fairly tame smut wise I feel like but if I missed something, please let me know and I'll add it immediately!
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It had been a long day but a great one. It was your twenty-first birthday and your family and friends had been over all day celebrating with you. Finger food, cake, presents, the whole nine yards. All of your friends were gone now, your dad had left and your mom stayed over a bit to help you clean up. Just before she left she walked past the table that all your presents had been on and stopped. 
“Oh hey! You missed one!” She grabbed the small gift and handed it to you. You looked for a tag with a name but there was none. You shrugged and ripped it open to find a beautiful leather-bound journal. In the corner there were small gold letters, your initials and H.H. You weren’t sure what that meant but it was a wonderful gift, you loved to journal. Your mom left and you got washed up, in pajamas and in bed. You scrolled around on your phone and made a post thanking everyone for coming and for your gifts. 
‘Oh and to whomever got me the journal, it had no name but thank you so much!’ Maybe whoever got it for you will comment. You put your phone on the charger and pulled out the new journal and a fresh pen. You opened it to the first page and wrote the date. 
‘Today was my twenty-first birthday. It was wonderful. My friends and family were here and I’m very thankful for all of my gifts. It was almost perfect. It would be nice to have someone to share my evening with. To curl up in bed, laugh and talk, make love, fall asleep holding each other. I guess for now, for me, it’s not meant to be. It just makes me a little sad.’ You signed your initials at the bottom of your entry, closed the journal and set it on your nightstand before laying down and going to sleep.  
The next day was back to being like any other. You woke up to your alarm, went for a jog, took a shower, had breakfast and went to work. You worked all day, over your time as usual, and then went home. You made something for dinner which either meant you put something small together or accidentally made a feast. It was hard cooking for one.
You watched a few episodes of a show you’d gotten invested in, then it was time to shower and go to bed to do it all again tomorrow. You crawled into bed and grabbed your new journal to write about any small triumphs or losses during your day. You opened it and you were about to flip to the second page when you noticed writing at the bottom of yesterday's entry that wasn’t yours. 
‘Not sure who wrote the first entry. It’s strange that it was their twenty-first birthday today too. That evening does sound like a nice way to end your birthday though. I wouldn’t mind ending my birthday like that too. I’m sorry they had to be sad at all on their special day. I hope they find someone kind to fall in love with so they can have a birthday like that next year. In fact, I’m going to use my birthday wish for them and wish that very thing. Whoever you are, wherever you are. Happy Birthday.’ H.H. You were so fucking confused. Had someone broken into your apartment? Why would they take nothing and write in your journal?  You turned to the next page and started writing. 
‘I think someone broke into my apartment! Maybe one of my friends? Nothing is missing but someone wrote an entry in my new journal. It was nice but extremely weird. Like I just don’t know why anyone would do that. Everything else about today was totally normal other than that. Maybe I should get some security cameras just to be safe. I should mention it to mom and dad but I don’t want to worry them. I’ll look into cameras tomorrow. Now I feel like the bed will seem bigger and lonelier tonight while I worry about who was in here. Hopefully I’m not gutted in my sleep.’ Your initials signed the entry and you closed the book.
Tuesday was a copy paste day which meant it was exactly like your Monday. You had checked into some cameras, at least for the door and the living room. You were so busy the rest of the day you had forgotten about your journal until you were climbing into bed again. You grabbed it and immediately turned to the second page. Just to see. Just to laugh at yourself for thinking someone broke in just to write a cryptic entry in your new journal. Just to laugh... but you weren’t laughing. There at the bottom of the second page, under your entry from yesterday was the same handwriting and while beautiful you were officially freaked out. 
‘Gutted in your sleep?! Jesus Christ! That’s fucking terrifying! I think I have a theory that I plan on checking tonight. If I’m right, I might scream and burn this thing! We’ll see I suppose.’ H.H. You turned to the next page. You wrote the date. 
‘I don’t know who the hell keeps-’ You stopped writing when words that were not yours started scribbling across the page out of nowhere. You dropped your pen, slammed the book closed and threw it. 
“What the fuck!?” You rubbed your eyes and looked at the journal on the floor across your room. You didn’t just see that. It was a trick of the light or a long day. Yea, it was a long day and you were just seeing things. You were certain when you went and grabbed that book and opened it that it was going to be a page with a date at the top and half a sentence.
You slowly walked over, knelt down, and picked up the journal, then went and sat back down on your bed. You closed your eyes and opened it. You slowly opened them and you were in disbelief. There on the page, in the same writing from the two days before... 
‘Do you see this?’ You did, but what were you seeing? More words started appearing. 
‘If you are seeing this, please, write back.’ You picked up your pen. 
‘I see it.’ You waited and then words started appearing again. 
‘Holy shit! Okay so do you need like help crossing?’ You scrunched up your face confused by what they were asking. 
‘What do you mean? Crossing what? Like a bridge?’ 
‘How can I help settle your spirit? Is there a message from beyond that you would like me to pass along to a loved one?’ Oh for fucks sake. They thought you were a ghost. 
‘I am not a ghost!’ 
‘Oh no you didn’t remember that you died! Were you gutted in your sleep?! Oh god I’m so sorry!’ You shook your head and scribbled. 
‘No no no. I’m just not dead. Not a ghost.’ There was a long pause before the next words appeared on the page. 
‘Are you sure? On a scale of 1-10 how certain are you?’ You pressed your fingers into your eyes taking a deep breath. Be understanding. It was a super crazy situation. 
‘I’m sure. 1,000. I’m very much so alive. You said your birthday was the other day too. Did you get a journal?” 
‘Yeah. Did you send it? What the hell is going on?!’ Whoever was writing seemed like they were starting to freak out a bit. You tried to calm them down. 
‘No I didn’t send it. I’m not sure what’s going on. Let’s try and keep calm. My name is y/n, what’s yours?’ 
‘I’m Hyunjin. How are you so chill about this? This is the craziest thing that has ever happened to me!’ You weren’t really sure why you weren’t freaking out yourself. 
‘I don’t know how to explain it but it doesn’t feel like it’s supposed to be a scary or ominous thing. I don’t understand what’s happening or why but it kind of feels like we were meant to get these books. I don’t know I’m sure that sounds crazy.’ It definitely sounded crazy. You didn’t know this man at all why would you both get some magic book that allows you to write to each other? 
‘So what do we do?’ Why in the world was he asking you? You had no idea. 
‘I don’t know. I guess only one of us should use it. Since you used your birthday wish for me you take it.’ 
‘Well wait now. Wishing you well and me keeping some magic journal isn’t exactly a fair trade’ 
‘Really Hyunjin it’s okay. Besides it’s only a magic book if we both write in it. Enjoy and happy birthday.’ You signed your name, a small heart, then closed the book and put it away on your bookshelf. You grabbed another journal and made an entry in it about the magic journal and Hyunjin and then you went to bed.  
For the first few days after, you found yourself looking over at the bookshelf wondering if Hyunjin was using it, tempted to look inside, but you had told him he could use it and that would be invading his privacy, his innermost thoughts and you couldn’t do that. So you left it. About a month after your birthday a guy accidentally bumped into you coming out of the café, making you spill your coffee. 
“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” You looked at the, luckily, iced coffee down the front of you and sighed. 
“It’s okay it happens.” You went to walk off and get clothes that were not saturated in bean water when he hurried to stop you. 
“Wait uh... I feel terrible really. Let me make it up to you!” You started shaking your head. 
“No really it’s not nec-” He put his hands together. 
“Please, let me do something... uh... let me take you to dinner?” You stopped surprised. You figured he’d ask to replace the coffee and you were prepared to say no again but he asked about dinner. 
“Dinner?” He nodded, smiling. 
“Yes! Please! Let me take you to dinner to make up for being such an absolute klutz.” Wow. He was really cute and he seemed nice. Hyunjin had used his birthday wish for you, maybe the universe was putting it into play. 
“Okay, dinner.” He smiled ear to ear and gave you his phone number so that you could make the arrangements, after you got out of your wet coffee-stained clothes that is. The cute klutz's name was Ian and the dinner to make up for exploding your coffee on you ended up being the first of many. Weeks, months went by and lots of other firsts came and went. First kiss, first time sleeping together, first Christmas as a couple.  
Things started out perfect and you were so happy. Then over a period of time, you started to see another side of Ian. It started with him getting irritable and he’d do little controlling things. They were always so subtle and the way he would suggest something questionable he always made it seem like it should be so reasonable.
You put up with a lot for quite a while but after five months of it, when Ian asked you to move in and you said no, that was the last straw. You’d been at dinner and he’d quietly accepted the no while in the restaurant but once dinner was over and you were in the car, he lost it. He was yelling as he drove recklessly through the streets, narrowly missing a few cars and running multiple red lights.
You were scared he would crash you into someone on purpose out of sheer anger. Somehow you made it to your apartment without wrecking. When he came to a screeching halt out front you immediately got out of the car and bent down looking in mad. 
“It’s over Ian. We’re done!” You slammed the car door shut and he started to get out of his car. 
“Wait... baby!” The babies were starting and you weren’t waiting. After that car ride and the things he said, you were done. You went inside your apartment and you heard him speed off, his tires chirping. His texts and calls started right after and you just turned your phone off. He’d give up eventually. You laid out on your bed and cried, angry with yourself for letting him fool you, angry for fooling yourself.  
Deep down you felt it. It wasn’t right, he wasn’t ever going to be the one no matter what you had tolerated. You knew you did what was best but you still felt the void it left too. For the first time in six months, you went over to your bookshelf that you kept the journal on and grabbed it.
You walked back over to your bed and sat down with your legs crossed and the book in your hands. You sat there looking at it for a good while. You just needed to pour your heart out and you could do that in any one of your journals but you wanted to do it in this one. You flipped to the first blank page you found and started writing. 
‘I didn’t read any of your entries I promise. I just had to...I don’t know what I thought. I guess I thought your wish had come true. I met a guy and I thought the wish really came true, but it ended up being a horrible mistake. I think about you all the time. I don’t know why when we only wrote each other the one time and I know this might be strange to say but I miss you.’ You signed your name and a heart and closed the journal putting it on your nightstand, then went to sleep.
The next morning you woke up and your eyes were immediately on the journal when they opened. You sat up and grabbed it but hesitated to open it. What if he didn’t write back? What if he was mad that you wrote in it again when you said you wouldn’t? What if he thought it was weird that you said you missed him? How can you miss a guy you don’t even know?
You took a deep breath and opened the book to the last page you had written on. There underneath your entry was Hyunjin’s beautiful handwriting and you could feel a weight lifting off your chest.  
‘He didn’t hurt you did he?! I’m so sorry it didn’t come true. If I’m being honest, I miss you too and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I don’t know why I can’t get you out of my head when I don’t even know you. Go to the page after our last conversation and start reading the entries.’ H.H. He wanted you to read his journal entries? You were confused. You went to the page he told you and started reading. 
‘It’s been a few days. I’ve opened the book here and there to see if maybe you had written something. I don’t know, I feel like if I'm not using it for its intended purpose then I shouldn’t use it and its purpose was for me to write you. I don’t know why. I hope you’re doing well wherever you are and I hope one day you open your book and see this. Until then I’ll write to you.’ You turned the page and there was the next entry.
Hyunjin telling you about his day, and then questions about things he wished he knew about you with space left beneath for your answers. He would tell you his answers as well, his likes and dislikes. You went through, day after day, it was all always written to you.
Poems he’d read, work he’d finished, random silly things about his days that usually made you laugh and then questions. You read every page, answered every question and by the time you got to where you had written again you felt like you had known Hyunjin your whole life. You looked at the last words Hyunjin had written on the page.  
‘I think we should meet.’ Your heart skipped a beat and you started to panic. Meet?! It seemed so sudden, so fast. You had only just ended things with Ian but something was drawing you and Hyunjin to each other and not just the journals. You decided there was no use fighting it. 
‘When? Where?’ Hyunjin told you to meet him Sunday at eleven at the café by the park. You would get coffee, go for a walk, and talk. 
‘How will I know it’s you?’ Hyunjin thought for a minute. 
‘I’ll wear my hair pulled back.’ Sunday was only a day away. You panicked most of Saturday and rifled through your whole closet deciding what to wear. You decided on nice but casual, you picked a wide necked oversized sweater and a tank top with some jeans and tennis shoes.
Sunday you were walking up to the café when you saw a guy sitting at an outdoor table reading a book. He was hands down the most beautiful person you’d ever laid eyes on. Two beauty marks adorned his face, one on his cheek, the other under an eye, he had lips that looked pillowy soft, and long blonde hair pulled back. There was no way that was Hyunjin, but what were the chances of two guys with long hair pulled back showing up at the café at the same time. You slowly walked up ready to make an ass out of yourself when you realized it wasn’t him. 
“Uh... Hyunjin?” The man looked up from his book and his eyes locked on you. His mouth was slightly opened and he didn’t say anything at first. You just stood there, you didn’t know if it was him or not. Finally the man shook his head and smiled at you. 
“Yes! Sorry! Yes, I'm Hyunjin. You must be y/n.” He stood and leaned in to hug you as you put out your hand, then you leaned in to hug him and he stuck his hand out. You both laughed and leaned in for a little hug then you joined him at the table he’d been sitting at. 
“What would you like? I’ll go order it for you.” You gave Hyunjin your order and he went inside to get your coffee. You pinched yourself as you sat there waiting to make sure you weren’t dreaming. The man that penned at least a hundred and fifty-three pages, written to you, was not only intelligent and kindhearted he was also insanely gorgeous.
It only took Hyunjin a couple minutes to get your coffee. When he came back he sat across from you and set your drink down. You had a little small talk as you sat there and you were nervous. You didn’t know why you were nervous, but you were.  
“Do you want to go on a walk in the park?” You weren’t sure if he was picking up on your energy but a walk sounded perfect. 
“I’d like that.” Hyunjin put his book in his messenger bag and hung it around himself. You both grabbed your coffees and took the path that led to the flower garden in the park. As you walked around you were able to calm down a little and it was easier to talk as you both admired the flowers.
You got quiet when, part of the way through, Hyunjin’s fingers wove through yours and he held your hand as you continued to walk along the path. After a minute he stopped and faced you. God he was beautiful and with the flowers and the perfect weather he looked ethereal. 
“y/n I want to say something but I don’t want to freak you out.” You nodded. 
“Okay, just so you know if you’re trying to not freak me out, saying that is not a great start.” Hyunjin laughed nervously. 
“I suppose not.” You grabbed his other hand and squeezed them both gently. 
“Go ahead Hyunjin, I’m just teasing. It’s okay.” He took a deep breath. 
“I... I think we might be soulmates.” You wanted to act shocked. You wanted it to be a startling hypothesis, but it wasn’t. In fact, as soon as he said it you felt like an idiot for not realizing it sooner but not everyone has a soulmate. 
“Oh my god! Of course!” He breathed a sigh of relief hearing you agree. He was worried you might not believe him, that you might reject him. He also didn’t want you to think that just because you were soulmates you had to rush anything. There was still so much to learn about each other.
You both were so caught up in the moment you didn’t notice the grey clouds making their way in. Then suddenly the sky opened up and it started to pour down rain. Hyunjin gripped your hand tighter and ran for the closest building with an awning. You were both soaked laughing, you looked up at him and saw stray wet hairs stuck to his face. You pushed them back, your fingers tracing his skin and your eyes watched as his tongue darted across his pouty lips.  
You couldn’t take it anymore. You stood on your toes, wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him under that awning in the rain. Then Hyunjin wrapped his arms around you and kissed you back. It was like fireworks were going off. It was so different than your first kiss with Ian. That first kiss with Ian was when you knew it wasn’t right that he wasn’t the one, but your first kiss with Hyunjin? Felt like coming home. 
On your and Hyunjin’s twenty second birthday you spent your shared day with both your families and friends. When the day was over and everyone had left, you laid in bed together, laughing as Hyunjin dramatically recalled how he reacted to the entry you had written about hoping to not be gutted. You laid your head on his chest and as your laughter died down you could hear his heart thumping. Without a word you sat up and climbed on top of Hyunjin straddling his waist, then leaned over and kissed him. Your lips parted from his only enough to speak. 
“Happy birthday Hyunjinnie.” You kissed him again and he held your face as he deepened it. He pulled away breathless. 
“Happy birthday baby.” He kissed you again and started running his hands down your body. They traveled under your night shirt and he gripped your soft breasts as his tongue explored your mouth. You sat up quickly pulling the shirt off over your head and then leaned back down and claimed Hyunjin’s lips again.
You started pulling his shirt up and your lips left his long enough to pull it off. You were grinding your hips into Hyunjin’s, hands gripping each other, teeth biting, tongues tasting. Hyunjin sat up wrapping his arms around you and then suddenly you were on your back under him. He pulled down his sweatpants and kicked them off as he reached into your panties and started teasing your clit with two fingers. 
“So wet for me already?” You pushed at him. 
“Hyunjinahh! Don’t tease!” He smiled before kissing down your neck and shoulder, the two fingers still gently rubbing your arousal over the sensitive nerves. 
“No teasing tonight baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” He kissed down your chest and started sucking on your breasts. You wove your fingers through his hair as he kissed and sucked at your nipples. You moaned when the two fingers he had been rubbing you with slid inside you.
Hyunjin made his way down your body as he fingered you and when his face hovered over your clothed core you thought you might lose your mind at the sight of him. He pulled your panties to the side and when he started to eat you out you gripped his hair again, tighter. 
“Jinnie! God yes! Right there!” Hyunjin pumped his fingers into you and licked your clit before kissing it. 
“Right there jagiya?” He started sucking on your clit and you aggressively shook your head. 
“YES! FUCK YES!” Hyunjin took his time. He’d mapped your body out countless times now and he knew how to drive you to the brink of madness from pleasure alone and he was going to do just that. His fingers worked inside you brushing against your g spot as he continued to lick and suck on your clit you could feel the building climax inside you. 
“Please... please... please...” You plead with Hyunjin needing the release you were desperately close to. His pillowy soft lips latched around your clit again and when he hummed against you, you went plummeting into your orgasm. 
“Hyu-Hyun-Hyunjinnie! Oh my god! Yesyesyes!” Your hips tried to grind up against his face but his strong hands held you down as he continued to guide you through your climax. He gently took long slow licks up your glistening cunt as you started twitching from the overstimulation.
He gave your pussy one last soft kiss and then climbed back up towards your face, your lips. His pressed against yours, so plush, as the fog in your head started to lift. You started sitting up prompting Hyunjin to as well, although he wouldn’t stop kissing you. He loved the way you tasted. Your skin, your lips, your cunt, he could never get enough.
You guided him to sit back against the headboard, his legs spread. Your lips only left his to leave a wet trail of kisses down Hyunjin’s neck and chest. His fingers threaded through your hair as you made your way down his body. When your lips hovered over his throbbing cock you looked up at him, licking your lips. He couldn’t help the shuddering breath he took at the sight of you between his legs. He gently traced his fingers down your face, biting his lip. 
“Please baby... suck on it.” You nodded smiling and put the tip in your mouth, running your tongue around it and sucking like Hyunjin had asked of you. He moaned and pulled your hair up into a ponytail with his hands so he could see as you started to work your way further down his shaft. When you gagged on him, you pulled off stroking him, looking into his eyes, watching them glint from the pleasure you were giving him. 
“I want you to cum in my mouth Jinnie.” His jaw dropped surprised to hear you say that. He’d never done that before. 
“I... are you sure?” You licked your lips looking at him and nodded. Hyunjin nodded back and you started sucking his dick again. You bobbed up and down, using your spit to stroke what you couldn’t fit. His tip kept pressing against the back of your throat and Hyunjin thought he would lose his mind it felt so good. His breath came faster as his stomach sucked in and out. 
“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You hummed giving your permission again to cum in your mouth and the vibrations from your lips pushed him over the edge. He whimpered and his body stiffened, as well as his grip on your hair as he started to spill into your mouth. 
“Oh god! Oh fuck! Jagiya mmmm!” His head thumped back against the headboard as you drank down every drop of his cum. You licked the tip one last time and looked up at his fucked-out face, head tilted back. He took another deep breath and looked down at you again.
When he saw that sweet face of yours, his heart melted. He was yours. Always. He loved you so much. He pulled you to sit in his lap and he held your face as he kissed you. You sat there like that for who knew how long. Arms wrapped around each other, slowly, softly kissing.
After making out a while, you slid your panties off, leaned forward and gripped Hyunjin’s cock, pushing it inside you. You both held on to the other, moaning as he filled you. You slowly started working your hips against his as you looked into each other’s eyes. It was so intimate, so sensual. 
“I love you Hyunjin.” He kissed you and every time he kissed you it felt just like the first, fireworks. He pressed his forehead to yours as you continued riding him. 
“I love you too y/n, I love you so much...” He held you as your bodies pressed and rubbed together, sweaty, hot. You made love like that for what felt like forever, for what felt like would never be long enough. You both were holding the others face, foreheads pressed together, eyes locked on their love, their forever, as you came together.
Tears streaked your face as your trembled through your climax, Hyunjin’s warm cum filling you. He wiped your tears and hugged you closely. You rested your head on his shoulder as Hyunjin softened inside you, both of you basking in the warmth of the other. When heartbeats and breathing returned to normal you curled up together in bed. Hyunjin’s birthday wish for you had come true after all, in ways he never had imagined. 
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Hi I’m the anon who asked about the popstar one! (Loved what you did btw) If it wasn’t too much of a problem I love if you could do the Lin Kuei boys + Syzoth too!
Me finally getting to my requests?! Who would’ve thought. Everyone got around 300 words besides Syzoth, who got 400. Why? No further questions.
Bi-Han
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You can change him? Well I can accept him as he is! You don’t like the murders? Grow up! The atrocities are a part of him and I’ve decided they’re funny :D
I know the Lin Kuei are a part of Earthrealm but are they allowed to have technology? 
For the sake of this, imma say technology is very very limited 
With that being said, what do you mean you're a pop star? It's not that he doesn't know what it is, he just doesn't get why. All the things you could be doing and popstar is where you landed 
I don't wanna make it seem like everyone is supportive but him but this is Bi-Han. He's going to judge 
He's the Grandmaster so he's always busy. Going to concerts isn't happening and honestly? He doesn't give me the vibes of someone who's a fan of concerts 
He doesn't hate your job, he just genuinely doesn't get it 
Remember how I said Kung Lao will give you brutally honest advice? Same goes for him. You can always trust the truth to come outta him (unless it's about the father he let die but anyway)
I don't see him doing anything special. I don't see him buying posters or tickets or streaming or concerts. He cares for you but doesn't see the need to do all that. 
If he did stream he'd probably just put the video on repeat on his phone and go do other shit. At the same time though, do they even have cell service? Where is Lin Kuei HQ??
Absolutely refuses to add ice or snow to your set for an MV. Be a team player. Damn. Stop thinking everything is beneath you.
“That is entirely beneath me” “aight, I guess you don’t want me beneath you”
He apologizes for his outburst (I was making that joke happen by any means necessary)
I just think he's the most nonchalant about dating a celebrity. Probably forgets you're a popstar
Loses a piece of his sanity everytime a Lin Kuei ninja loses their mind over you. Actually wants to join his father in the afterlife. How y'all even seeing these performances? Y'all sneaking off?!
You're disturbing his peace but hey, it is what it is 
Kuai Liang
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Also doesn't understand why that job, but he's less judgmental than Bi-Han. Not everyone can defend Earthrealm. 
I also don't see him doing a lot. He's busy and also he's just not interested in being around a bunch of sweaty ass fans. Nothing against you 
If he did buy your merch I think he'd set it in like, a box. He only bought it to be supportive. He's not gonna hang it up or anything. To be honest, he might give it to the rest of the guys (Johnny, Kenshi, Kung Lao, Raiden and Liu Kang)
I see the Lin Kuei as private and not really interactive when it comes to normal citizens so I honestly don't know what to say for them 😭
I don't even know if Kuai Liang likes pop music. Him and Bi-Han give me the vibes of someone who listens to white noise to past time 
Like Bi-Han, he's nonchalant about the whole celebrity thing. 
Probably doesn't even have a phone. He probably got an old ass mp3 player. What are you doing with that?
If your songs are more calm and chill, I can see him liking it when you sing while he does something 
Popstars wear dramatic ass outfits and this is definitely when he starts judging you 
“How does it look?” “It… looks”
He's used to practical outfits so I think he subconsciously spots all the ways your outfits could injure you 
“You could be easily spotted” “That's the whole point”
Will he add fire to an MV for background effects? Possibly. He has to have nothing else to do and be absolutely bored out of his mind to do so. Bi-Han says no out of spite and “this is beneath me”. Kuai Liang initially says no and has the same “this is beneath me” thought process, but he folds easier. There's certain things he is absolutely not doing though
“I am not saying 'get over here’ for you” “You're so not fun”
This relationship feels like a hostage situation but oh well
Tomas Vrbada 
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He wants to be as stern and serious as his brothers but we all know I babygirlify him so it's not happening 
He doesn't have a phone but he asks Johnny to use his and have your shit on repeat for the views 
Idk why but I feel like he's a Twice stan so he's no stranger to pop music. I have no reliable sources for this 
I could see him buying pins and keeping them in his pocket since he can't have it on his outfit 
I don't think for any of the brothers, your fans would know you're dating which is something they'd want. They're assassins. They can't be all over the internet. 
Doesn't go to concerts because he can't. Such a sad life 
Gives background smoke for effects cause he's a team player 
Wants to be the first to hear anything you're working on 
Gives you honest advice but nicely 
I think he has conflicting feelings about you always being in the spotlight. He loves that you're happy but is also worried because that comes with danger and if smth were to happen, there's a good chance he wouldn't be there 
I feel like Tomas can lowkey sing (once again no reliable sources present) so karaoke? karaoke. 
You could talk him into doing a collab but it'd never be released. It'd just be for you two 
He wants to keep up with everything you're doing as it's happening but once again, no phone. Instead he just checks in with you whenever he sees you 
The most aware out of the brothers that he's dating a celebrity. 
Probably the brother you'd feel the most supported by because he's the most expressive (?). He makes his support very known and doesn't question why you're doing what you're doing 
He doesn't give me as much Ken energy as Johnny does, but he still gives me “Ken only has a great day if Barbie looks at him”. Like I said for Johnny, you're Barbie regardless of gender 
Syzoth
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Does Zaterra or Outworld even have popstars? For comedy sake, imma say not exactly 
He was ran out of Zaterra and he was working for Shang Tsung, so even if they do he had no time to actually enjoy music 
So when he hears you're a popstar, he has no idea what you're talking about. You have to genuinely explain what your job is, what you do, what's a tour, what's merch, etc. etc. 
Like the Lin Kuei Bros, he has no phone. He doesn't understand technology at all. He's like a grandpa fr, so his interactions with your music is slim to none when it comes to music videos 
Explain it to him as many times as you want. He doesn't get it. 
You have to actually show him the video on your phone. You have to show him any merch you have so he can pick whatever he wants and you can sneak it to him 
Prefers you singing for him live rather than watching a music video but he watches them anyway because you're really proud of them 
Like Tomas, he likes little pins or other little trinkets 
Since he was in a traveling circus, he knows what performing is but you're getting paid and treated fairly which he finds fantastic 
He is slightly worried tho from his time being in said circus. You have to explain that they're two different things (sorta, not really) and you're ok 
Has no idea what's going on but is supportive anyway
He tries really hard to understand Earthrealm customs and culture to better understand you. Is he successful? Probably depends on the subject 
He doesn't get merch at all or why it's so stupidly expensive. If you weren't giving it to him for free, he probably wouldn't buy it to be honest. He likes that you're proud of how it looks but why is it necessary for success? He just doesn't understand it 
Concerts he somewhat gets. The idea is cute but once he sees videos of people fainting, he swears he's never going to one of those 
Does not want your fans to know you're dating him. Does not want to be in any of your videos as himself or a lizard. Wants nothing to do with the spotlight. He has trauma with being known. 
It'll take awhile to explain to him what fan culture and memes are, but he's ready to learn for you. 
Idk if I wanna write more silly shit or angst shit. I guess we’ll find out next episode
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jennay · 6 months
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Request: I've got a fluffy one with Noah!! You've been best friends forever, and one day, Noah looks over old pictures of you guys and realizes that he's in love 🥰
An: this is around 3-4k and it's the longest thing I've written on here. I loved this idea so much. 🖤
Noah Master List
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Noah didn't want to tell you the bad news. He didn't think you would take it well, but much to his surprise, you acted like you didn't care.
You didn't want him to feel guilty, so you put on a brave face and pretended it didn't matter. "It's okay." You give him a reassuring smile. "We've celebrated so many birthdays together, one more or less won't make a difference." You wrap your arm around his and pull him along. "Let's make the most of our time?"
"Really? You're not mad?" He asks, sounding doubtful but following your lead.
"I know you have a lot going on, and you need to show up at these things." You say, stopping in front of an old building with a sign that says 'Antiques.' You'd always loved browsing through the dusty shelves and finding hidden gems from the past.
Noah, on the other hand, hated the smell and the clutter of these places, but he never complained when you dragged him along.
"Come on, let's go treasure hunting." You say, pushing open the door and stepping inside.
"It smells like my grandma's attic," Noah whispers to you, keeping his hands in his pockets and looking around nervously. He always acted like he was afraid of catching some ancient disease.
"Stop." You laugh, "You're literally so dramatic."
You unlock your arm from his and walk into one of the sections filled with stuff from the 1950s. You loved the feel of the fabrics between your fingers, the smell of old perfume and dust, and the thrill of discovering hidden gems among the piles of clothes.
You told everyone you would reinvent the style and wear them, but you never did. Instead, they collected dust and stayed in boxes. You always told people it was because your apartment was too small for such a big project, but the truth was, you just didn't have time for all your hobbies.
Noah watched you with amusement, wondering what was going through your mind. He'd known you for a lifetime, yet you still surprised him.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see him watching. "You look awkward, Noah. Can you at least pretend to look at something? They're gonna think you're casing the place."
He saunters closer, standing behind you and leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder, "I hate this place."
You pick up another shirt, holding it in front of you, and observe the fun pattern, wondering if it's worth it. "Do you think I should get this?"
Noah stands straight and gently grabs the shirt from your hands and holds the shirt close to your chest, imagining what it would look like on you. "I like it, but I think your boobs are too big." He laughs. "I don't think it's going to fit."
"My boobs aren't even that big." You say, shrugging your shoulders; you grab the shirt back, folding it and setting it down.
You notice his eyes falling to your chest as he says, "They are!"
You cross your arms over your chest, a light laughter falling from your lips, "Stop looking at them!" You snap your fingers at his face, "My eyes are up here!"
"Sorry, but the denial is extreme."
You tilt your head back, looking at the ceiling, praying for the strength not to murder him right then and there. "Let's get out of here; I'm not asking you for advice ever again."
Noah laughs, following you down the aisle, and when you reach the door, he gladly reaches out, holding it open. "After you." He smiles goofy as he showcases the world outside.
He inhales the fresh air, glad to leave the musty store behind. "How about a drink?" He gestures to the bar down the street. "Or are you ready to call it a night?"
"Let's go to my place instead. I still have some beer from the last time you were over. And I found these old photos of us when I was packing. You have to see them!"
He freezes on the sidewalk and gapes at you. "Packing?" His voice croaks, and his smile quickly fades.
Your eyes widen. "Shit." You say under your breath. "Noah, I…let me explain."
He blinks at you a few times, waiting for you to start explaining, but you can't find the words.
You and Noah never kept secrets from each other, and his heart sank at your words. He feels anxious as he wonders why you're moving and why you didn't tell him sooner.
You two had been inseparable since childhood, growing up in the same neighborhood in Virginia, and when he moved away, you followed him. You had never lived more than half an hour apart.
"I meant to tell you, but I knew you'd freak out, and I had this whole speech planned." You say, trying to sound casual. You hope he'll understand you're not abandoning him but just trying something new.
He shakes his head and walks away from you towards his car. He presses a button, and the doors unlock.
"You can explain in the car." He says coldly.
He's angry you didn't trust him enough to tell him sooner and feels betrayed by your secrecy.
You fasten your seat belt, feeling a knot in your stomach. The silence between you and Noah is deafening. You wish he would say something, anything, to break the tension.
Noah rests his head on his hand on the middle console and steers the car with the other. His expression is blank, but you can sense his resentment. "Where are you moving? Is it far?" He asks, his voice flat.
"Washington." You manage to squeak out.
He straightens up and grips the wheel with both hands. He glances at you when he stops at a red light. His brown eyes are cold and distant. "That's two states away from me." He says, his tone bitter.
You sigh heavily, "My brother offered me a job, and with it being a new company, I want to help. He helped me through some pretty hard times." You pause, remembering how your brother was always there for you when you needed him. "I wanna help him out now that he needs it." You say softly, hoping he will see how much this means to you.
You glance at him, hoping to see some understanding in his face.
"What about me?" He quietly asks, his voice cracking slightly. "You're okay with just peacin out on me?" He stares at you with disbelief.
"It's not like that." You try to explain, but your voice trembles. "Noah, you do this to me all the time. Every year four the last four years, to be exact." You look away from him, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. Arguing with him was your least favorite thing to do.
He rolls his eyes, "My job is touring, and I always come back!" He reminds you, raising his voice slightly. "And when I'm not working, I spend time with you!"
He pulls into your apartment complex, but you don't respond to his words. There was no use in adding gasoline to the fire.
You unclick your belt and open the door. On a typical day, this is where Noah would get out and meet you in front of the car and give you the biggest bear hug telling you he will see you soon, or he would come upstairs and have a few drinks while the two of you played games and laughed your asses off, but Noah won't even look at you after you.
You shut the car door and walk around to his window. He rolls it down and numbly looks at you. You hate this. You hate hurting him like this. "I know you're mad, and I'm sorry. I should've told you a long time ago. Before I started packing." You say in a shaky voice. "I didn't mean to upset you."
He nods, biting his lip. He doesn't know what to say to you. He feels like he's losing you.
"Can you wait a minute? I have something for you." You ask him, hoping he will accept your gift.
He studies you for a second, noticing the fear in your eyes. He doesn't want you to be afraid of him, but he's angry, too. "Yeah." He says softly, giving you a weak smile.
Noah waits for you in the car, lost in his thoughts. Is he wrong for feeling this way? Does he have the right to be upset?
You come back with an envelope in your hand. You hand it to him through the window. "These are some photos of us. I thought you might like them." You say with a sad smile. "I made copies so you can keep these."
He takes the envelope from you but doesn't open it. He looks at you with a conflicted expression. "Thanks." He says quietly. "I'll look at them when I get home."
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Noah was curled up on the couch, his eyes glued to his favorite show. He knew it was a futile attempt to distract himself from the pain of losing you.
The envelope you gave him lay on the coffee table, a silent reminder of what he was about to lose.
He had brought them down from his bedroom, telling himself he would look at them, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. They just taunted him with their presence.
He glanced away from the TV, noticing his bandmate and friend coming down the stairs. He watched as Jolly approached and sat on the couch beside him.
Jolly picked up the envelope and examined it curiously. "What's this?" He asked, shaking the envelope slightly.
"(Y/n) gave me some pictures," Noah muttered, turning his attention back to the TV.
"Ooh, pictures? Like naughty pictures?" Jolly joked, wiggling his eyebrows. He tore open the envelope and pulled out the photos.
Noah didn't stop him; he wanted to see the pictures, too, but he needed someone else to do it. "She's moving to Washington next week," Noah states painfully. "She thinks she gave them to me as a parting gift, but I think she's a sadist."
Jolly hands Noah the photos one after one, making sure that he looks at every single picture. "You're going to let her go?"
He shrugs at his friend, "I can't tell her what to do, man. It's her life."
Noah stares down at one of the photos, feeling nostalgic. He smiles as he recognizes it's a picture of you and him from your teenage years when you were both rebellious and adventurous.
Noah remembered the day perfectly because it was the same day your parents decided he was able to stay with your family for a few weeks until he could figure something out.
He was always grateful for your parents, who treated him like their own son. He bounced back and forth between your house and a few others, never feeling like he belonged anywhere. But with you, he felt at home.
You were sitting next to him on a bench at the park, leaning your head on his shoulder. Your hair was bright pink, contrasting with your black clothes and accessories. You wore stud bracelets and Converse shoes, showing off your punk style. Noah wore skinny jeans and a red band t-shirt, matching your edgy vibe. You thought you were the coolest kids in town, but doesn't every 16-year-old think that?
You had a camera in your hand and snapped a selfie of the two of you, capturing the moment forever. You smiled at him with your eyes sparkling, and he felt his heart skip a beat. He still feels it every time he looks at you.
He continues to flip through the photos, listening to Jolly's side comments about how dorky the two of you are or how he couldn't fathom having a friend that long.
Noah felt a strange sensation in his chest as he continued flipping through the images. He saw your smile, your eyes, your laugh, and he realized how much he missed you. He was starting to comprehend why he was so upset you were deciding to move away from him. He felt like he had been punched in the gut. "Fuck." He says, tilting his head back and dropping the photos beside him. He runs his hand down his face dramatically. "I can't let her go."
Jolly finds this whole situation amusing. "Oh?" He laughs.
"It's her. It's always been her, dammit! I'm mad because I love her, and she wants to leave." He shakes his head, feeling a rush of emotions.
Jolly chuckles at Noah's sudden realization. "Yeah, man. I was wondering how long that was going to take. Glad you caught up." He says sarcastically.
Noah leans forward, groaning while resting his face in his hands, "What do I do?"
Jolly stands up, stretching his arms out and yawning. "You can start by, I don't know, telling her?" His hands fall back at his side, "Why are you still sitting here? Go tell her." He demands. "I think heartache is great for making music, but dealing with you having a heartache moping around all the time is going to be miserable for all of us."
Noah looks up at him with a hopeless expression. "But what if she doesn't feel the same way? What if I ruin our friendship?"
Jolly rolls his eyes and grabs Noah by the shoulders. "Dude, trust me. She feels the same way. She's been dropping hints for years. You're just too dense to notice." He says bluntly.
Noah blinks in disbelief. "What?"
Jolly sighs and lists some examples. "Like how she always hugs you longer than anyone else. Or how she laughs at your lame jokes. Or how she looks at you with those puppy eyes. Or how she always calls you her best friend, but in a way that sounds like she means more. She's never gotten along with any of your girlfriends…and she's jealous when you don't spend time with her?"
Noah thinks about it and realizes he's right. He feels hope, "She does do those things."
Jolly nods and pushes Noah towards the door. "Exactly. Now go get her, tiger." He laughs.
Noah smiles and walks out of the door, leaving Jolly behind.
Jolly shakes his head and smiles to himself. "I did it."
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You'd just finished packing the last box for your kitchen. You hated packing. You always left it until the last minute, hoping that somehow it would magically get done by itself. You always procrastinated. It was your biggest weakness and a terrific motivator.
You lay on the cold kitchen floor, exhausted from the continuous packing. You felt a wave of sadness wash over you as you looked around the empty room.
This was where you cooked, laughed, cried, and shared many memories with your friends. And now you were leaving it all behind. You thought about asking a friend to sit with you, but part of you wanted to be alone. This would be your new norm until you made new friends.
Am I doing the right thing? You text your sister.
You needed some reassurance, some validation, some support. You peeled yourself off the ground, lazily crawled to the fridge, and popped open a beer. It was one of the ones that Noah left. You stared at the label, feeling a weird pit in your stomach. You wanted Noah here helping you through this and sharing what's supposed to be a positive pivot in your life.
You wanted his support more than anyone's, but he ignored your text, and you decided to give him space. You understood why he was upset but thought he would get over it. It's not like the two of you were dating, and this was somehow breaking up your relationship. But maybe that was the problem. You wanted more, and he didn't.
You sipped the beer, feeling the bitter taste on your tongue. You wished you could talk to him, hear his voice, see his smile.
You wished he would tell you that he loved you, would miss you, and would follow you anywhere, but that just wasn't the case.
I think big decisions are sometimes scary. Besides, this will be the first time you won't have your sidekick, and I'm sure that's a weird feeling.
You sigh as you lean against the cupboard, texting her back, I don't think I can do it.
You feel a surge of panic and desperation. You can't leave without telling him how you feel. You can't let him go without knowing if he feels the same. You stand up, set your beer on the counter, and search for your keys. You knew what to do, and it was now or never. You didn't care that you were in pajamas; you needed to talk to Noah and understand what would happen if you chose to stay. You grab your purse and head for the front door.
As you open it, you're startled to see someone standing in your doorway with his hand up as if he were ready to knock. Your heart stops as you recognize him. It's Noah. He's here. He's looking at you with shock and confusion. "Hi?" Noah says as if the wind has been knocked out of him.
You stare at him, speechless. You can't believe he's here, at this exact moment when you were about to find him. Is this fate? Is this a sign?
"Is this a bad time?" He asks.
You shake your head no. Your shoulders relax, and you smile while letting him in. You hang your purse on the coat rack and lead him to the living room. "Sorry, there's shit everywhere."
He doesn't seem to care. He only has eyes for you. "You can't go." He bites his lip nervously. "I can't let you."
Your eyebrow raises, and you decide to stay quiet, hoping he will enlighten you.
Noah nervously grabs your hand and pulls you to the couch where the two of you sit. He turns to face you, holding your hand tighter than before.
"Just hear me out for a second." He swallows hard, unsure of how to say the words. "I'm an idiot." He exhales loudly. "I'd do just about anything for you. I hope you know that. Miles got us out of that interview on your birthday… the one out of town. So that I could be with you."
You pull your hand back, squeezing the bridge of your nose. "You guys didn't have to do that."
You feel guilty.
He reaches for your hand again, gently caressing it with his thumb. "We did Because I wanted to spend that day with you. I need to tell you something."
He looks into your eyes, his own filled with sincerity. "I'm in love with you." He says softly. "I can't stand the thought of losing you."
You feel stunned. You don't know what you were expecting, but it wasn't that. You feel a surge of joy and relief mixed with disbelief and fear. Is this real? Is he serious? Do you dare to believe him?
Your stunned face finally shows a smile creeping on your lips. "Good. I was going to find you to tell you the same thing."
He grins, no longer nervous, as he brings his hand to your face, closing the gap between your lips and pressing down. You feel his tongue gently trace your lip, asking for permission, and you don't hesitate to accept, allowing his tongue to dance with yours.
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling his heartbeat against yours, and before you know it, he's pulling you on his lap and deepening the kiss, making you moan softly.
In between kisses, he tells you how much he loves you, wants you, and needs you.
You gently pull away, resting your hands on his chest, lust in your eyes, craving more touches from him.
He smiles at you with love filling his eyes, "This means you're staying, right?" He rests his hands on your hips, waiting patiently for a response.
You giggle, a little surprised by his question. You thought it was obvious. "Yes," You say, looking around the apartment, "Wanna help me unpack?" He groans, but his eyes sparkle with joy. He pulls you closer and kisses you softly. "I guess I can, but only because I love you."
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factual-fantasy · 10 days
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19 Asks! :00 Thank you! :DD 🧁
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And now you see my frustration and lack of patience. <XDD
Its the easiest to follow boundary that I can think of. Yet people still wanna fuss about it and send me horrible messages and run me down. Calling me selfish, ungrateful, spoiled.. Its exhausting. :( 💔
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Sorry, I don't take requests. :/
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Do beasts like that exist in the game?? :00 Dang, that's spooky-
Well, I imagine that Seafoam, Octo, Louis and any other tough guy on the ship would go down there and weed it out. Dragging it up onto the deck so that Blue Beauty could snatch it and dispose if it however she needed to <XDD 💀
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I must specify that my cookie run characters are not in "my version" of the world- <:0 as in I didn't create the world they live in and how it works-
These cookie characters are fan OCs for an existing game! And note, its a game that I know next to nothing about! <:( I only researched enough to make characters that might fit into that universe somewhat realistically,, other than that, I've got nothing! :(
So about a pirate community being led by a King or Queen of some other chocolate brands..?.. aaaaaa I have no idea! <:0 Its not my world! Does it fit? I don't know.. Sorry.. :(((
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@yourstrulylightstar283
Thank you <:) but hey, I have high hopes that this trial will end within the next few weeks! :D ..I really hope it will :')
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@neo-metalscottic
:DD No problem! While I am spending an unfortunate amount of my time just lounging around trying to feel better.. I at least want to get around to answering asks! Its darn near my favorite part of running this blog after all! <XDD
When it comes to the Commander, he is not meant to have any fancy powers like in the movie or from Kamek. Magic in my universe is meant to be a very complicated practice. Something that would take years of studying and training to perfect. At least to the level where it can be used reliably in combat.. What I mean by this, is I don't think there's any magic related tricks that the Commander could "pick up" or be taught.. Magic also has everything to do with a magikoopa's gem staff thing, soo... <://
Though I suppose that the "superspeed flight" and the "self destruct" aspect could be incorporated into the Blue Parakoopa species somehow.. Perhaps due to the shape of their winds and flying styles, they could be incredibly fast. And Since they are so big and sturdy, perhaps they have been known to rocket towards their enemy and come crashing down onto/into them with all their might. Completely obliterating what ever they happen to hit. Like an explosion! XD Hmm.. I might just adopt that XDD Thanks for the idea!
Also he might make for a decent sparring partner if he was asked to do so! :0 though that's not his primary job..
As for Larry, unfortunately I've thought about him the least amongst the Koopalings. :((( Though I do intend to keep his star mark somehow.. and I didn't know about the music thing! :0 My Larry definitely wouldn't be a DJ, but I could certainly add an interest in music into his character! :0 Sounds like you kind'a built a bit of Larry for me! XD
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@kaylee4509
Thank you so much!! I'm glad to hear it! :DD And "like spam", XDD there's no such thing on my blog! I consider it a huge compliment! :DD
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@ripchaos69
:DD Thank you very much!! I'm glad you like what I've made!! :}} ✨💖✨
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Me neither man, me neither. If someone else had set a boundary like that I would just drop it no questions asked. I don't get why its so hard for others to do the same.. and its such a small and simple boundary at that. It just baffles me, it really does. :'((
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@petra-creat0r
I always knew/assumed that's why people harp on me so much about it. "All other artists like it. So why don't you like it? You make no sense."
I understand how everyone else sees it, but even then I wish people would get the message and just leave me alone about it. You know?
When I set a boundary, don't come into my ask box and question me about it. Don't start criticizing me or send me death threats or call me selfish and ungrateful. As has happened before..
Just read the boundary, "please do not make fanart of any kind for me" and then leave it/me alone. Its all I ask. :( I promise I would/will do the same for you, 💖
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Thank you for the kind message and support, it really means a lot <:}
I'm doing by best every day to heal and work on myself as much as I can. I'm hoping to see improvements soon! <:}
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@jennifergacha
Sorry, I don't take requests. But it sounds like you already have a good idea goin. Why not give it a go yourself? :0
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:DDD Thank you so much!! That means the world!! :}} 💖
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I have not :( I've seen and heard wonderful things about it though! No doubt its an awesome show :}}
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@littlelightfish
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WAAHAHAGG THANK YOU!! :DDD Nothing means more to me than to see people so passionate about my original characters! My ORIGINAL! CHARACTERS!! 😭😭💖💖💖 IM SO HONORED!!
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XDD No no don't worry! You're fine! :}
Now, I do advise that people don't shove headcannons onto my charaters- BUT! I say this because in the past people have shipped my original characters together and have put mental illness and sexuality headcannons on themm.. which is just not ok. It made me super uncomfortable and should be a no brainer. Don't do that with peoples personal characters unless they say they are ok with it-
But this is a bit different, taking what I've already established and just gushing about it/digging into it a little deeper is alright! Honestly its such an honor! :DD It makes me very happi :}}} 💖💖
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@jayden-for-now
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@komikudikentalendo
:(( I been goin through it ngl. But I'm sure in a few weeks and maybe after I get a couple good rainy days under my belt? I'll be back to my old squiggly self :}
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@beryl-shade (First link/video in question) (Second link/video in question)
I like to look at my cookie crew through more "serious" glasses. I don't think they ever would be involved in a coordinated musical number..
But even if they were, I'm not too sure how they'd react/feel.. :( I know Octo and Spidercrab wouldn't be having a good time though, that's for sure! XDD
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ideas-live-forever · 8 months
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hi!! i love your ken imagines and was wondering if you might be interested in writing something for maybeee a pining ken and an oblivious reader? 👉👈🥺 reader has totally convinced themselves that ken is just being super nice bc they've been showing him the ropes for living in the real world but he's actually just super smitten with them
Pining Ken With Oblivious Reader
hi!! thank you so much for requesting! sorry about the wait, i got a little stuck in the middle of writing this. i hope this is what you meant! if not, feel free to send another ask :)
i’m working on my other request right now, so i should be able to get it out soon. in the mean time, i’m open to other ken requests as well!
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Ever since you met, you’ve been all Ken can think about
You’ve always been so kind to him, helping him figure out the real world and everything
And he is nothing if not head over heels in love with you 
He can’t help but admire you from afar
And the care and caution he uses when interacting with you is far beyond what he uses with other people
In fact, he gets teased by your guys’ friends all the time about it
As much as he wants to tell you, he just can’t find the courage to do it straight out
You two are just friends
What if it’s too much too fast? Or you don’t love him back? Or you never even liked him in the first place and were just putting up with him because you’re just that good of a person?
You love him too, obviously 
But you don’t seem to pick up on any of the hints he drops, no matter how blatant they are
It started about a month ago, when Ken decided to start being more obvious with his affection for you
His hints were pretty tame at first: an extra compliment here, a few more texts here
“You’re looking extra nice today, did you do something new with your hair?”
‘Goodnight! Have the sweetest of dreams :)’
You were flattered, sure, but in your head he was just being nice in return
He kept that pace up for a while until he couldn’t deal with it anymore
This was going agonizingly slow
So, recently, he’s been more obvious about it
He’ll bring you gifts all the time, hoping they’re meaningful enough to get his point across
It gets to the lost where you have to be more assertive with how many presents he gives you a week
“Ken, you really need to stop buying me so many things.” You scold him, though your tone is undermined by the warmth of your gaze as you look at what must be the 3rd gift box you’ve gotten in 5 days. 
“Why?” He asks, a dejected kind of look falling over his face. “Do you not like them?”
His expression and cautious words catch your attention and you let out a little smile. He’s really just the sweetest guy. ‘If only he liked me..’
“No, of course I do!” You reply, setting the present down and placing one of your (shaky) hands on his. “I’m just worried that you’re spending too much money on me.”
Miraculously, you don’t notice the way the blush rises to his cheeks or his eyes widen at your touch. Ken takes a deep breath to steady himself before stumbling through his next words.
“That’s like, impossible. You’re worth more than all my money.” He says, cringing as soon as it leaves his mouth.
A part of you, a small and repressed part of you, swoons at his statement. However, the reason i’m your mind decides that this is just another example of Ken being Ken.
You don’t see the little frown that falls back over his face when you don’t seem to get the hint.
Ken, driven by newfound motivation, starts jumping at any opportunity to hint how smitten he is with you
He’ll remember the smallest things you say and bring them up later
“The aquarium?” You inquire, looking at the building you two had just arrived at. 
Ken smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. He thinks for a moment, debating whether or not to tell the truth. He decides to be totally blunt.
“Yeah. I, uh-“ He clears his throat. “You told me about that time when you were like 6 when your birthday at the aquarium got cancelled and you never really got to go back. So I just figured it could be fun or something-“
“You remembered that?” You ask again, in slight disbelief.
Ken’s a really sentimental person, you know that. But he remembers that dumb story? You must’ve told him that months ago. A blush creeps onto your cheeks.
“Of course.” He shrugs.
Obviously, you end up having a great time at the aquarium (although he got scared in the shark tunnel and you had to hold his hand)
Your one-on-one hangouts evolve from casual outings to fancy restaurants quickly
The line between hanging out and going on a date is so blurred that neither of you are quite sure which it is
Not that you’re going to bring it up
One day you go out for a walk after dinner and end up sitting on a park bench, just talking
Ken looks over at you and noticed how perfect you look in the moonlight
He’s tempted to tell you how he feels right then and there
But of course it doesn’t work out like that
“Thanks for hanging out today,” You say, brushing some of your hair out of your face.
Ken smiles in acknowledgment before clearing his throat a bit. He shifts his gaze from you, to the stars, back to you again. You can practically see his brain racing.
“No problem. It’s nice to feel so wanted.” He says softly. “I really appreciate this, by the way. That you’re willing to put so much time and care into, uh, this.”
You take a deep breath. ‘He’s just being nice. Don’t look for implications that aren’t there.’ You think to yourself. But you have to respond somehow. He’s looking at you like you handed him the world. It’s really cute.
“Of course, Ken. You know I love you,” You realize what you said quickly, eyes widening. “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”
Ken’s never felt so disappointed in his life
He really thought that was it
He’s pretty stiff for the rest of the evening
Like everything he says is scripted
It’s really just so that he can keep it together until he gets home to think out what to do next
As soon as he drops you off, his mind starts racing
What was that?
Was he friendzoned? Was that last part a coverup? 
Regardless, he cares about you too much to potentially hurt you in any way
Even if that means backing off a little bit
So he distances himself abbot, not knowing what else to do
You realize something is off pretty quickly and walk over to his usual spot on the beach
Sure enough, he’s sitting on the sand alone, his head cradled in his hands
You approach him slowly, sitting next to him on the ground
Ken glances up as your shadow casts over him. You sit next to him, not saying anything at first. He looks… confused. There’s a glint of relief at your presence, but also a slightly guarded look that Ken never usually carries.
“Hey,” You say softly, meeting his gaze. “You okay?”
He shifts uncomfortably, his eyes betraying that he’s weighing whatever options he has in this situation in his head. Eventually, he sighs, shifting his gaze to his hands.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He says vaguely, fidgeting with his fingers. “Just trying to think I guess.”
“About?” You don’t want to press, but Ken’s almost never closed off like this. 
“You?” He says, blushing intensely. 
The two of you just sit there for a second, trying to process what effect that little comment had on the future of this conversation
He eventually works up the courage to tell you everything. From the very beginning.
He tells you what a great friend you are, and how he never wants to mess up what you already have
He starts rambling in his nervousness, trapped beneath your intense gaze
“I know you love me as a friend, and I obviously also love you as a friend. But I think I might also love you a little bit more than that, if I’m making any sense. But I totally get it if you don’t feel like that as well. I might be moving too fast. I’m sorry-“
You have to kiss him to shut him up (i know it’s cliche i’m sorry 😭)
He just stares at you after you part, his eyes wide as saucers, until a small grin sneaks onto his face
“So, is that like, an, uh-“
“An ‘I love you too’? Yes.”
You’ve never seen him smile to big
You two spend the rest of the day sitting on the beach and talking
About how you covered up your confession that day at the park
About how he thought he had to avoid you 
Hesitantly, he reaches for your hand
When you grab it back he smiles a little, turning away to hide the blush in his cheeks
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calzone-d · 1 year
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Something New (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)
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pairing: Ted Lasso x Fem!reader
word count: 4.4k
warnings: soft!dom reader, sub!Ted, unprotected penetrative sex, mutual masturbation, subdrop
summary: You and Ted finally drabble into the dom/sub dynamic.
a/n: Ted was meant to be a sub lmao. I hope you guys like this! Requests are always open, come talk to me! You can find my masterlist here.
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The team had just made an astounding comeback from a string of ties. Everyone seemed to be on cloud nine; the players, the coaches, the support staff, fans, literally everyone. Screams echoed through the stadium, and you jumped around in celebration in your spot next to Keeley and Rebecca in the owner’s box. 
You caught Ted subtly looking up to where you were standing, a proud smile on his face. The two of you had been seeing each other for almost eight months now, and it was going great. You were trying to wait until the one year mark to make it public, but sometimes it was hard. Especially when he looked amazing in his puffer jacket and tight khakis, beaming up at you with his signature smile. Or when your typical flirty banter would become a bit too flirty and you had to dial it down. Or when one of you had a tough day at work and felt like everything would be fixed with a hug from the other. It was just hard.
When Ted and Beard had gotten on steady ground with the team, they asked Rebecca to bring in a physical therapist to work with the team. Much like Dr. Fieldstone, you had helped the team tremendously in ways they didn’t even consider before you came along. Little did Ted know, you’d also help him out. The two of you quickly became close, bonding over childhood trauma, and leaving your families behind in the states. You easily became each other’s best friend and confidants. With time, that budded into a full-fledged relationship. 
There was no denying the attraction you felt for each other when you met, but the more you got to know each other, the more feelings developed. Unbeknownst to you both, the coaches and players had made bets amongst themselves on when you two would actually confess your feelings for each other. Although it was excruciating, the two of you had done a great job keeping your relationship under wraps. 
Ted spent a lot of time healing from his divorce, and as he healed you adjusted to life in Richmond. You helped each other out, and once you were both in a better place, confessing your feelings for each other just felt like a huge weight coming off your shoulders. 
After the win, you knew the team would want to go celebrate at the Crown & Anchor. Hopefully there would be some time in between for you and Ted to sneak off back to your apartment. His extensive planning with the coaches for this week's match meant you guys didn’t get much time together. 
Eventually, you’d all gathered in the locker room and discussed plans for the evening. It was decided that you’d all meet at the pub around 8, giving you plenty of time to go home before getting ready. You and Ted hung out until you were the last ones left, aside from Beard who was in a daze while messaging Jane, working out whatever issue had arisen this week. Thankfully her apartment was the opposite direction of yours, so it didn’t raise any suspicion when you and Ted began heading towards your apartment together.
When you got home, you and Ted cooked a quick late-lunch together while you let him rant about the match. Watching him get so excited and be so proud of his team made something stir deep inside you. You two moved to the couch, and before you could initiate anything, Ted let out a big yawn. 
“Hey sweetheart, think we could take a quick nap before heading out?”
You could tell he was tired, so you agreed and snuggled up next to him, while setting an alarm for seven. 
He held you close as you slept, and when your alarm went off at seven, you woke him up by kissing softly at his neck. 
“mm, what’re you doin’, honey?”
You smiled against his neck, “Just lovin’ on you, Ted.”
His breath hitched when you nipped at the skin of his neck. Ted pulled you away to bring you in for a kiss, and put up no protest as you climbed into his lap. A few nights ago the topic of you being a bit more dominant in your sex life came up. Not all the time, but it was something Ted wanted to try. He had wanted to try it for a while, but had never gotten comfortable enough with any of his partners to mention it.
It was something he wanted to try in an attempt to space out. Something where he would only be able to focus on you. Making you feel good, following your commands, all of it. He was looking forward to it as a way to let go, knowing you’d take care of him afterwards.
As your tongues slid against each other, you pressed a firm hand against his jawline. You tightened your grip the smallest bit as you pulled away, and immediately noticed the way Ted’s mouth fell open and his pupils dilated. When you slid your hand down to softly wrap around his throat, he let out the softest whimper and you felt his cock throb under you. 
He had a similar reaction when you tugged harder than usual at his thick hair, it was just more amplified. The effect you had on him was turning you on, you could feel your panties begin to dampen. They were wet and sticky where they were pressed firmly against Ted’s hardening cock. 
When you pulled away, Ted whimpered, “Please”, and you looked at him with a teasing smile. 
“Please what, sweetheart?” 
“I-I don’t know, just-“, he was cut off by a moan as you ground yourself onto his cock. 
You developed a slow, teasing rhythm. “That what you wanted, honey?”
He was quick to nod, “Needed it”.
“Fuck”, you murmured. The idea of him needing you to make him feel good had you wanting to skip the pub tonight and fuck him until he was completely spent. 
Ted was putty under your hands, bucking into you and moaning when your hands were on him. His moans got louder the more forceful you became. Your hand returned to his jaw, and his scruff scratched at your fingertips. 
“Wanna be good for me, Ted?” 
‘mm-hmm”, he whined. 
Glancing at the clock behind you, you realized you needed to be at Crown & Anchor in thirty minutes. You reluctantly pulled away from him, “We have to get ready, Ted”
His pout made your heart melt. 
You leaned down to press a hot kiss to his jaw, “We can have some more fun when we get home.”
Ted nodded in agreement as he got up and followed you to get ready.
"Sounds like a plan to me, darlin'."
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When you arrived at the table, the only two seats were next to each other. You smiled slyly as you both got settled in your seats and you rested a gentle hand on his kneecap. Ted looked over and shot you a sweet smile, making your cheeks heat up.
“Oi! Lovebirds, we’re doing a toast.”, Roy yelled. He said a few words before the rest of the coaches did, and you all cheered before taking sips of your drinks. 
After Ted returned to his seat, your hand returned to his knee. You drew patterns up and down his thigh, and smirked to yourself when you saw him bite his lip. Sam was trying to tell him something, but clearly Ted wasn’t all there. He was so flustered, and stuttered a “Oh, y-yeah” before Sam thankfully moved on to speak with someone else. 
Ted turned to look at you with rosy cheeks, “Babe you’re gettin’ me all excited.”. His voice was low.
“That was my plan, Ted. If you can wait another thirty minutes before bailing, I'll take care of you when we get home.”, you propositioned with a raised brow.
The way his breath hitched in his throat told you everything you needed to know. Those thirty minutes felt like thirty hours, but finally you two were conveniently the last two left after everyone said their goodbyes.
Walking back to your apartment, Ted’s hand had a tight hold on yours. He kept you close to him, and the smell of his cologne was intoxicating. After a few drinks, you were filled with liquid courage and as soon as your front door was closed, Ted was pressed up against it. 
Stepping closer to him, you slotted your lips against his and sighed when he moaned in your mouth. Although he seemed eager as ever, this was new for him, and you wanted to make sure he was still comfortable.
“You still want this, baby?” 
Ted nodded and ran a finger through his hair. “Y-yeah, darlin’. Just nervous ‘cause I haven’t done this before. Don’t wanna do it wrong, or disappoint you.”
“Oh, Ted. You could never disappoint me.”, his cheeks turned a deep red. 
“You tell me if you want to stop, or try something different, okay?”
Your hand had found its way to his jaw again, forcing him to look you in the eyes. 
“Okay”, he was breathless.
Unhappy with his answer, you applied a gentle pressure where your hand held his jaw, “What was that?”
Ted’s eyes fluttered closed for a split second before they snapped open, hooded and full of lust, “Yes ma’am”.
That answer satisfied you, and you rewarded him with another deep kiss. “Good boy. Don’t forget your manners tonight or I’ll be the only one cumming. Understand?” 
He nodded quickly, eyes never leaving yours. You grabbed at his jaw again, “Words, Ted.” 
“I-I’ll be good. Promise”, was all he could muster.
“Go to the bed.”, he didn’t question your order. You grabbed a cup of water for after, and locked the front door before following him. Ted was sitting criss-cross in the middle of the bed, clearly in a desperate attempt to not touch himself. He must’ve done his research on this dynamic. 
“Aw look at you honey”, you cooed. On your way to the bed you stripped off your shirt and jeans, leaving you in a strappy red lingerie set. 
The way he stared at you seemed as if you’d put him in a trance. He was speechless, as he always was, at your body. All he wanted was to touch you and feel you. 
Ted had kicked his shoes and socks off at the door. Now, he was left in khakis, an undershirt, button up, and a Richmond sweater. This man and his layers. 
“Scoot back against the headboard, honey.”, your voice was low and smooth. He followed your command immediately. You straddled him, but didn’t put any weight on him and stayed on your knees. Leaning down, you brought him in for a hot kiss. As you kissed, your hands moved from his hair, to his jaw, to his neck, shoulders, chest, literally everywhere. You helped him out of his sweater and the other two layers underneath.
Leaning back on your heels, you admired his physique. Ted had the perfect definition of a “dad bod”. Hair dark and scattered across his chest, belly firm but barely rounded over the waist of his khakis, strong but not rock-hard biceps. Thick, hairy thighs. He was absolutely perfect. 
One of your hands trailed down his chest to cup his bulge. On your way down, you lightly pinched at one of his pink nipples, smirking when he let out a broken moan at the action. The grip you had on his bulge was firm, and steady. Under your fingers you could feel his cock throb, it felt hot and heavy under your palm. With your other hand you pulled his head towards you, wasting no time in sticking your tongue past his lips. As you palmed him through his khakis, he let out breathy moans into your kiss. 
“Gonna be my good boy, Ted?” 
“I-“, he moaned at the feeling of you squeezing him. “Y-yes ma’am. Gonna be good, promise. Make me yours”, he grunted. 
His words made you moan shamelessly.
When you pulled your hand away from his cock, you weren’t surprised to find a wet spot that had leaked through to his khakis. 
“Aw honey, look at you, so needy.”, he loved the way you cooed at him. 
He whimpered at the loss of contact. Right now Ted didn’t have many words, but you could gauge his reaction through his sounds and body language. You two had already established this was a way for him to just let go of all his responsibilities or anxieties, so you weren’t that concerned when it was hard for him to form full sentence responses. 
“I want these pants off”, he wasted no time in trying to unbutton them. In his hazy mindset, he struggled with the button and was thankful you helped him pop it open before pulling them down his legs. 
The image of Ted lying in front of you in his boxers was one you never wanted to forget. His cock seemed painfully hard, but you wanted to draw this out and give him the time he needed to slip away from the day’s responsibilities. It was evident he did well when he had you directing him.
“Boxers too, Ted.”, and then the boxers were gone.
His cock was tall and leaking once he sat back against the headboard. It was clear that it was taking all of his restraint to not touch himself. His hands had a strong grip on the fabric of the pillowcases underneath him. 
“Following directions without me even having to ask? So good, honey. Being so good for me right now.”, you murmured as you leaned in for another kiss. He practically glowed at your praise, and whimpered once you pulled away from the kiss. His misery was short lived, because you continued your kisses down his neck and jaw. As you made your way down your chest, you gave one of his nipples a flick with your tongue before barely scraping your teeth against it. Ted let out an animalistic sound, prompting you to give the other nipple the same treatment. Your kisses dropped to his belly, hips, and then you nipped at the tops of his thighs. The action had him trembling.
Shimmying backwards, you spread his legs apart by his knees. The view was unreal. He looked so fucked already. Cheeks flushed, hair a mess, chest heaving, cock hard against his belly. Ted was practically squirming with need. 
You gathered spit in your mouth before leaning forward and letting it fall onto Ted’s cock. The contact made him moan. Gazing up at you, Ted pouted once he realized you had no plans of touching him yet. HIs bottom lip jutted out in a beautiful pout.
“I want you to touch yourself for me, can you do that?”, he nodded wordlessly. “When you get close to cumming, I want you to stop. If you let yourself cum, everything stops here.”, Ted whimpered at your words.
“Understand?”, he nodded again. Nodding wasn’t enough to satisfy you right now, though. You took his jaw between your fingers and angled his face towards yours, “Words, Ted.”
“Yes ma’am”, you rewarded him with a quick kiss. Once you leaned back on your heels again, Ted’s hand quickly went to work on his cock. The sounds he made as he stroked himself were music to your ears. He’d go all the way down and come back up before rubbing his thumb over his tip, just like you knew he liked it. Feeling generous you took off your bra. Ted’s rhythm picked up as he ogled your bare breasts. His moans had turned into grunts and whimpers as you started pinching at your nipples. The soft sighs you let out only spurred him on. It was easy to tell he was close by the way his hips jerked up to meet his hand, and his rhythm had started to falter. 
“O-oh g- ungh- m’so close.”,you loved his whines. 
“Stop.”, reluctantly, he did. You knew it had to have taken everything in him. 
You shimmied your red panties down your legs, leaving yourself bare in front of him. Shuffling closer to him, you brought two fingers up to Ted’s lips, which he took willingly. “Being so good for me, love. Following all of my directions. Such a good boy, Ted.”, he whimpered at the praise, sucking harder and swirling his tongue around your fingertips. After pulling your fingers from his mouth you leaned back on one elbow and brought your now wet fingers to your swollen clit. 
“Touch yourself again Ted, but stop when you’re going to cum.” He wasted no time in getting started once more. Ted’s eyes were locked on your pussy as you laid spread out in front of him. Your fingers circled your clit before dipping into your dripping hole, thrusting in a few times before returning back to your clit. He wished it were his hand so badly. Making you feel good made him feel good, and he couldn’t wait to feel your tight walls around him. 
“Fuck, Ted. Love having you like this”, your words were breathy as you thrust your fingers faster, curling upwards to brush your g-spot. “You’re so good to me, baby. Always so good.”, his pace picked up while he blushed at your praise. When you pulled your fingers up and sat up, Ted knew not to stop touching himself until you told him to, or until he got close. You were beyond pleased with his restraint. 
Ted tipped his head back as you straddled over him and put your fingers back in his mouth. The taste of you made him moan and squeeze his cock tighter into his fist. His tip barely brushed against the hot, soaked lips of your pussy if he lifted his hips up an inch. Ted’s tongue swirled around your fingers and he moaned at the taste of you. If you would just push him down and sit on his face, that would be beyond perfect, but he knew he had to be good for you. Teasingly, you fucked your fingers in and out of his mouth as you felt his pace quicken. It would be no time before he was close again. Not wanting him to get too close, you got off his lap and pulled his hand away from its place on his cock. 
Since this was the first time you two had done this, you didn’t want to go much further and have him fall too deep into subspace. That could wait for another time. He’d been so good, and you wanted to reward him. The second his hands were off his cock, his arms were wrapped around you. His eyes seemed hazy, and you knew he needed to be close to you. 
His breath hitched when his cock brushed up against your pussy again, and you took mercy on him by sliding it back and forth between your folds a few times. You were so wet that you knew there was no point in grabbing lube. Ted let out a whine as you sunk down on him, and you threw your head back at the feeling of him filling you up. "Mmm, Feels so good, Ted."
The stretch of him burned in the slightest bit, but it felt so good. You took his face in your hands as you grinded against him slowly, and you could tell by the look in his eyes that he was completely gone. 
As you got used to the feeling of him, you swapped your grinding for bouncing and kept your hold on Ted’s face. One of his hands stayed holding your waist, but the other one raised up to your wrist and held it there, making sure you didn’t pull away. 
“Does that feel good, honey?”
“Oh- Yes ma’am. It’s so good. Feels so good being inside y-you”, his words were slightly slurred and it all came out in one moan. 
“What do you have to say to me, Ted? Hm?”, he whined as you let go of his face. Immediately, he pressed his face against your chest, his mouth open and puffing hot breaths out against your skin. 
“T-thank you, ma’am. Thank y-”, he couldn’t even finish his sentence without moaning as you slowed down to grind on him again. High pitched whines poured from his mouth while his hands gripped at the skin of your hips, back, thighs, anywhere he could reach. You leaned backwards slightly and pushed his head to your nipple. No time was wasted as he took it into your mouth, sucking with the amount of pressure he knew you loved. The action put you right at the edge, and Ted could tell by the way you clenched around him and your moans raised up an octave. 
“Please cum for me, please. Want to make you feel s’good, please”, his begging sent you flying into one of the strongest orgasms you’d ever had. You held his face to your neck as you writhed against him, squeezing his cock and drawing more moans from him. Throughout your orgasm, you never stopped grinding and you could tell Ted was getting close himself. 
“Cum for me, baby. You’ve been so good for me tonight”, your praise almost made him scream out as he dug his fingers deeper into your skin and spilled into you. His moans seemed to go on forever, and for a second you thought his cock would never stop twitching inside you. Slowly, you continued to grind against him as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm. You’d never seen him orgasm for this long, and you hoped he’d loved the experience as much as you did.
Once he’d come down, you held him close, not daring to get off of him just yet. He whimpered into your skin as you stroked the back of his neck and ran your fingers through his hair. You pressed long kisses to his hairline and reassured him, “That was so, so good, sweetheart. You did so perfect, Ted. Always so perfect for me.”. His arms tightened around you even more at the praise, and when he finally pulled away to meet your loving gaze, his eyes were glassy and his brow was furrowed. 
“Oh, baby.”, you pulled him back into you and squeezed his shoulders tightly. “You’re okay, Ted. Everything’s okay, I love you so much.”.
You felt hot tears roll down his cheeks and splash onto our collarbone. “Shhh, honey. It’s okay. You’re okay”, he sniffled and pushed his face closer to you. After a minute he pulled away, tears still rolling down his cheeks, “I-I did okay right?”. His words were quiet, barely even there. You nodded quickly, “You did amazing, my love. Did you enjoy it?”
He nodded and sniffled again, “Y-yeah. S’just new to me. Didn’t wanna disappoint you.”
You brought a hand to brush his tears away, “You could never disappoint me sweetheart. That was so good. I’m so proud of you.”
Ted nodded slowly and tried to return his face to its previous spot in your neck. You were getting cold, and you knew he had to be too, so you pulled away. He wasn’t happy with this and protested with a whine.
“Let’s go shower, honey. Then we can get back in bed and get some sleep, yeah?”, he only nodded at your words.
Ted was silent as you started the shower and grabbed towels for you both. His eyes stared far away, not focused on anything as you moved around your bathroom. You pulled him up with a gentle hand on his arm and he followed you into the shower like a lost puppy. As soon as you were settled under the water you pulled him into you and reassured him.
“You did wonderful, honey. I know this is new to you and sometimes it can be a lot, but I love you, and I’m so proud of you. Thank you for trying that for me.”, his next words were muffled against your neck. 
“I love you too”
The next few minutes were silent, giving Ted a moment to calm down and gather his thoughts. Your hands drew lines between the freckles scattered across his shoulder before you inquired, “Did you enjoy it, Ted?”, he only nodded against your skin. 
“Just need me to take care of you?”, his next nod confirmed your thoughts. Knowing Ted the way you did, you knew subspace would drag him down fast and hard. You had no problem taking care of him and keeping him close. Being patient, and gentle with him. You knew he’d never had it before, and it would take a bit for him to get used to the feeling. 
Washing your hair quickly, you moved on to Ted’s and took your time. His chocolate eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of your fingers scratching his scalp, and he gave you a slight smile when you dropped a kiss to the tip of his nose. You washed his body with gentle, loving hands. When you kissed all over him, Ted blushed and pressed his lips against yours in a soft kiss. Cupping his cheeks in your hands, you kissed him again before pulling away, “You did great, honey. And if you never want to do it again, that’s more than okay. Either way, I love you, and I’m so proud of you.”.
You kissed him once more and when you pulled away you rubbed your thumb against his cheekbones. “N-no, it was good, Really good. Just still gettin’ used to it s’all.”, you nodded in understanding. “Thank you for being patient, I love you too”. 
The next kiss was longer, and full of all the emotions you two had been sharing throughout the past eight months. You helped him rinse off before leading him out of the shower and cutting off the water. He nuzzled back into your neck when you wrapped him up in a towel, and his action made you giggle.
Returning to the bedroom, you gathered the towels you’d laid down on the bed earlier and grabbed two of Ted’s t-shirts. One for each of you. After you both slid on underwear, you turned back the duvet and got comfy underneath it. Ted was pressed against you in a flash, lying so he was slightly shorter than you and could easily rest his hands on your chest. His hands grabbed handfuls of his t-shirt you were wearing, and you knew it was only a matter of time before he fell asleep. 
You combed through his damp hair, and the feeling sent him even closer towards sleep. “Sleep good, baby. I love you.”
He let out a tired, mumbled “I love you too” before you felt his breaths become deep and even against your chest.
Thanks for reading!
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kairiscorner · 8 months
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Heyyy!!! You don’t have to complete this request right away. I just wanted to give you the idea! You can take your time making this. I just couldn’t get this idea out of my head lol. But could I request a spider noir x reader where the reader takes their daughter and peni to go gift shopping for noir (like maybe for Father’s Day or his bday or smth) and when they pick out a gift for noir and hide it, peni and the reader’s daughter almost spoil the surprise because they keep talking about how excited they are to give it to him. Once again you don’t have to complete this Req right away! This was just a cute little idea I had.
HELLOOOOO <333 dw about it !! i honestly really love this idea /eats it up I HOPE YOU LIKE THISSSS 🫶🫶🫶
(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)
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"now, when he gets home, no one say a thing, okay?" you reminded the girls with a smile as you hung up the 'happy birthday' banner across the walls. peni nodded, and your daughter giggled in response. "daddy's birthday!" she babbled over and over, with peni putting the birthday hat on her as she giggled.
peni played with your daughter for a little to entertain her as you readied everything else for his party, you wanted everything to be perfect, for you knew your husband deserved the best. you hoped he would like what you three had prepared for him, even if it was quite simple. "sure hope he likes it..." you muttered to yourself as you hid the gift you three bought for him away behind a box for peter to find.
peni smiled as she placed a hand on your shoulder, with her carrying your daughter in her other arm. "of course he will, mx. parker. he'd be so happy to see all this effort being put out for him, i'm sure he'd enjoy it." she said with a reassuring grin. your daughter kept beaming about the decorations, saying how pretty they looked and how she wants some cake. you and peni chuckled at how eager your daughter was to celebrate peter's birthday.
you reminded them yet again not to spoil where his gift was, and peni responded with a lip zipping gesture, with your daughter copying her but ending up sucking on her thumb. you smiled as you opened the door to see peter coming out of his car and heading up into the house, a smile curling on his face as he saw his three favorite girls in the whole wide multiverse.
"say, what are you three up to?" he asked with a slight chuckle as he set his hat away, with you taking his coat from him. "oh, nothing, just... we just wanted to greet you when you got home, is that so bad, mr. parker?" you teased him as you gave his cheek a peck. even after being married for nearly four years, peter always freezes up when you kiss him anywhere.
"yeah, peter, we just missed you, is all." peni backed you up with a slight wink at you, which you winked back at as you went to the kitchen to bring out his birthday cake and light the candle. your daughter babbled and squealed as peni handed her to peter, being thoroughly distracted by his darling girls. you soon came out not long after with a homemade cake you three made for him while he was gone. "happy birthday, peter!" you and peni exclaimed as your daughter babbled, "birthday daddy!" and hugged her father, with peni following her.
peter chuckled and smiled wider and wider at how his little family took all this effort to surprise him. he honestly couldn't contain his happiness in that moment, he kept asking you three what this was all for, and you all kept reminding him it was for him--it was his birthday, after all! he thanked you three and after he made his birthday wish, he had peni and your daughter blow out the candles. "that way my wish will go to them." he remarked as he ruffled up their hair and gave them both forehead kisses.
as you four were eating, your daughter tugged at peter's sleeve, with icing all over her mouth. "hmm? what is it, darling?" he asked her as she pointed over to the box you hid his gift at, with her tugging at peter's sleeve harder, given her powers, she nearly made peter lose balance at her strength. he chuckled and followed her, while you and peni were none the wiser, thinking you two would surprise peter and stump him as he searched for the gift you three got him.
but surprise no longer it was when peter exclaimed in delight, with his daughter squealing along with him. "a 4 by 4 rubicks cube?" he exclaimed happily, with you and peni nearly choking on your food, knowing that was the very gift you three were going to surprise him with. he looked back at you two happily, his daughter matching his delight with their identical smiles. he carried her and rushed over to you two and expressed his happiness at your small gift for him. "and here i was thinking my birthday couldn't possibly get any better... thank you, you three..." he murmured as he kissed you both on the tops of your heads.
you chuckled as peni crossed her arms over her chest and faked being mad at her adoptive sister for spoiling the surprise. "you pinky promised you wouldn't spoil!" she said with a small laugh as your daughter babbled and giggled. you chuckled. "we were going to have you look all over for it, actually. but seeing you this happy... it's way more worth it, love." you said as he leaned over to share a heartfelt kiss, with peni covering your daughters eyes and joking about you two getting a room.
peter lightly laughed as you two pulled away and gazed into each other's eyes for a moment. "you know what, that's a good idea peni. i'd love to spend the night with your loving parent figure for a little while, you girls don't mind, do you?" he asked them, to which peni nodded and took your daughter off to her room to play, leaving you two alone. "happy birthday, peter." you whispered to him as he leaned in to kiss you again. "happy birthday to me, indeed."
a/n: I LOVE THIS FOUND FAMILY SO DAMN MUCH??????? 🫀🫀🫀🫀🫀
tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @connors-cumslurper @maxoloqy @fictarian
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ghoulgeousimmaculate · 11 months
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I need some angst , Dwayne cheating on reader? Or js angst w Dwayne idc.
[A/n] To the Anon who requested this, here's your Dwayne Angst. It's just super dark. I apologize for the delay! I hope you like it. Slide into my Ask Box and let me know!
Wolf in Wolf’s Clothing
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[Yandere!Dwayne x Fem!Reader]
[Modern!AU - Not set in 1987, but 35+ years later.]
[Fic Warnings] 18+ MDI (Smut/Dark Fic) – Toxic Relationship/Possessive Behavior, Psychological Torture, and Reader Death
[Summary] Dwayne is considered the be the 'sensitive' one of the group, but his conquests don't realize he has a dark side. And can be ruthless when he wants to be.
All Rights Reserved. Please Do Not Copy, Plagiarize, or Reproduce.
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The boys are wolves—there's no doubt about it. When you hear the thunder of motorcycle engines or the boyish snickers of glee in the air, you know there's trouble afoot. 
The quartet of mischievous young men that frequent the boardwalk ooze danger. But sometimes, they pour on the sugar and hide their insidious ways. That's when the wolf becomes a wolf in sheep’s clothing. And Dwayne was the sneakiest when in disguise. 
The other boys stuck out like a sore thumb when they dawned their pelts, but Dwayne blended in flawlessly, with beautiful men and women flocking to him. His reserved nature and penchant for romance made his victims foolishly believe he'd be the most respectful of their hearts. 
But they were wrong. The mask always slipped, and his victims saw the beast behind it before they died in his arms. But you trusted him. You knew he would never do that to you. You were in love. But yet, you could feel him pulling away—an insecurity you expressed to your best friend, who sighed as she listened to you whine.
“I don’t want to say he’s cheating on me, Cara,” you pondered, “but I just have this feeling, you know?”
Cara rolled her eyes as she took a sip of her milkshake. You had been angsting over whether or not Dwayne had been cheating on you for the last hour, and she was utterly convinced it was all in your head. If any of the boys had ‘cheater’ written on their forehead, her money would be on Paul or David. Paul was a horny toad, and David’s ego had its own area code. She'd be surprised if he thought about someone else’s feelings over his dick. And Marko was—well, Marko.
But Dwayne?
Dwayne was sweet. Dwayne wouldn’t cheat on anyone. 
“(Y/n), out of all the boys, Dwayne doesn’t give me cheater,” your friend assured, using air quotes to emphasize the word. “Dwayne is a nice guy. He treats you like a Queen. Why do you think he’s cheating on you?”
You bit your lip, mulling over the last few weeks you’ve spent with—and without—your boyfriend. You and Dwayne had only been dating for a few months, but he quickly swept you off your feet. You’d been going through a dry spell when it came to the affairs of the heart. Feeling lonely and not wanting to stay in the house, you decided to get out and explore the boardwalk for some ‘you’ time. To get your mind off of things. 
You must have looked pitiful reading a book at the Dipper Diner while eating all by your lonesome. Dwayne quickly slid into the booth, striking up a conversation with you. You were reading a book called American Monsters, a fascinating little gem about cryptids and things that went bump in the night in the great ol’ USA. It was a riveting read, and you found out you were both interested in the supernatural and literature. 
You two instantly hit it off, and you spent days walking hand in hand on sandy beaches under the moonlight, exploring Santa Carla’s best restaurants, or relaxing in your apartment. You enjoyed snuggling into his chest while he read to you. You always fell asleep, feeling safe in his embrace. You were inseparable for months, but Dwayne hasn’t spent much time with you recently. He’s been distant and avoiding your calls. You texted him, reaching out to check in, but he claimed to be busy. When you asked with what and how you could help, he left you on ‘READ.’ 
“I just feel like he doesn’t like me anymore—a guy just doesn’t lose interest in you overnight? Does he?” You asked, perplexed.
“I mean—he can,” Cara countered, “but I don’t think that’s the case here. Dwayne and his brothers could just be busy. They do have that store on the boardwalk. The game one.”
You frowned. They did own that store. The boys checked in once a week to make sure everything went smoothly with the manager. They also stopped to chat with this brown-skinned curvy girl with locs. When you asked them about her, they shrugged you off and said it was nothing and that she was just an employee. You weren’t buying it. You were always suspicious of her, but deep down inside, you wanted to believe she was just an employee. 
“How about this?” Cara wagered. “How about we drop in on the boys at the cave? You know? Just surprise ‘em. We can bring some food and beer and say we just wanted to chill.”
Your face lit up. It was a great idea. 
“I love it! We can say we were just in the neighborhood!”
“Exactly,” Cara agreed. “And if Dwayne is cheating, we’ll catch him in the act! He said he was just relaxing at home, right?”
“He did! Your idea is brilliant!” You squealed. 
You didn’t want Dwayne cheating on you to be a reality, but you had to know for your own peace of mind. He told you he’d be busy all week, so you’d see what that entailed. 
“Let’s get this party started!” You shouted as you rolled off the bed to get dressed.
Cara rolled her eyes, giggling while slurping down the strawberry confection she picked up from In-N-Out Burger. You stumbled into your jeans, jumping up and down to pull the taut fabric over your full hips before throwing on your favorite cropped band tee. After pulling on your Converse and slipping on your jacket, you were ready to infiltrate the cave with your bestie. 
“Let’s grab a pizza, pick up some beers, and head to the bluff,” you ordered as you grabbed your keys.
Cara obnoxiously slurped her milkshake in response as she followed you out of your apartment, nodding her head as she gulped down the remainder of her drink. You both hopped in the car and quickly made your rounds, picking up pizza from Dwayne’s favorite restaurant on the boardwalk and grabbing some beers. You and Cara made it to Hudson’s Bluff within 45 minutes, and the boys’ bikes were parked at the top, along with a red Camero.
“Who’s car is that?” You whispered as you parked next to it and the boys’ bikes.
“I’ve never seen that car before,” Cara muttered as she shut the passenger door. Cara leaned forward, peering into the driver’s side window. She waved you over when she laid eyes on a fuzzy pink steering wheel cover and a pair of oversized rhinestone cat-eye sunglasses in the cupholder. You both exchanged a look before slowly creeping towards the wooden staircase, intent on not making a sound. The two of you cringed as you crept down the creaky wood and tiptoed through the dark tunnels. 
The closer the two of you made it to the main cave, the living room area of the boys’ home, you could hear boyish snickering along with loud and lewd feminine moans of rapture. Your belly twisted in a knot, and your heart sank when you heard the sound. The anticipation was killing you, but there had to be a logical explanation. Dwayne doesn’t live alone, after all. He does have three brothers. Their guest could be visiting one of them. 
Taking a deep breath to keep your cool, you and Cara continued your journey, only for your heart to shatter into a million pieces. Your jaw dropped when you reached the living room. Nude in all his glory, Dwayne hovered over a writhing blond, grunting and growling like an animal while he fucked her like a man possessed. The brunette bucked into the cooing woman at a brutal yet sensual pace, her legs resting on his shoulders and her throat in his grasp as he rolled his hips. All while his brothers, who were also in their birthday suits, watched and cheered them on. 
David relaxed in his favorite chair, watching the show and stroking his length while casually puffing on a cigarette. Meanwhile, Marko entertained a beauty of his own, a brunette. The smallest of the pack viciously pumped into the woman, working at a pace just as intense as Dwayne’s. The two raced, the brothers trying to see who could fuck their victim to orgasm the fastest. Paul was the referee, while David served as the peanut gallery. 
“You better pick up the pace, loverboy.” David quipped to Dwayne. “Little Miss over there is already getting a little twitchy, thanks to Marko.”
Dwayne rolled his eyes while Marko giggled like a madman, but he didn’t break his stride. The blond Dwayne bedded was just as close to orgasm as Marko’s brunette. He wasn’t going to let David distract him. They had a bet, and the winner got first bite. David was greedy and desired the honor for himself most of the time. The Head Vampire didn’t want anyone to win.
But that wasn’t an option—Dwayne was determined to be the victor. 
You, on the other hand, couldn’t believe your eyes. You gasped, dropping the case of beer in a fit of shock. You stood with your eyes wide and your mouth agape as the Stella Artois you purchased fizzled on the ground in a sea of broken glass. Cara was just as shocked, standing next to you with a furrowed brow while she held the pizza box. 
“D-Dwayne—?” You whimpered in shock, your chest aching from what you were witnessing. 
The boys, minus Dwayne, whipped their heads around, temporarily shocked to see you and Cara standing in the cave, ironically uninvited. But their shock quickly turned to enthusiasm, the three amused by your bruised feelings. 
“Oooo!! Dwayne!!" Marko cooed as he rutted into the writhing brunette beneath him. “Looks like your girlfriend is here.” 
“Is she now?” Dwayne silkily purred as he gyrated his hips into the trembling blond, pulling the most salacious whines of pleasure from her red-painted mouth. “I told her we were busy.”
“WHAT THE HELL, DWAYNE?” You shrieked as a waterfall of tears erupted from your eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Fucking.” Dwayne replied simply. 
“How could you?!” 
“YEAH, DWAYNE! How could you?” Marko teased. 
“What do you mean? How could he not??” Paul followed up with a snicker. “Have you seen Sara’s rack, girl?”
You sobbed, turning to Cara for comfort, who quickly put the pizza down and accepted you into her embrace. The two chaotic blonds started giggling at your expense, making ‘boo hoo’ gestures at you while you trembled in your friend's arms. 
“Shhh! (Y/n), it’s gonna be okay,” Cara soothed. “He doesn’t deserve you. Let’s just go home.”
“No one’s going anywhere,” Dwayne purred as he snapped his hips into Sara, the blond, one final time, causing her to whine from orgasm. She trembled under the hulking brunette, babbling nonsense before her body stilled. Sara’s chest heaved as she caught her breath.
“You arrived just in time for dinner.”
“Do you honestly expect me to stay here and have dinner with you after what we’ve seen?” You spat from your friend's arms, weeping as Cara smoothed your hair.
“We didn’t ask you to stay for dinner, babe,” Paul cooed. “You are dinner...” 
Cara frowned, shooting Paul an uneasy look as she backed the two of you toward the tunnels. 
“What the fuck are you talking about, Paul?” Cara questioned.
"He's talking about how you two came at just the right time," David purred as he rose from his seat, his dick still erect and at attention. "Initially, we had to make a wager to dole out our meal between the four of us, but now there's plenty for everyone." 
Cara backed away, dragging her with you as you wept. You were so heartbroken. You didn’t realize the danger the two of you were in. “NO, STAY BACK!” Cara barked with as much force as she could. But the boys just snickered, with David and Paul closing in on the two of you with gleeful smirks. Then they pounced, moving within the blink of an eye. Paul grabbed you, pulling you from Cara’s arms and pushing you towards Dwayne. David was on Cara within seconds, scooping up your friend and throwing her over his shoulder. He carried her kicking and screaming into the tunnels while you stood dumbfounded with puffy red eyes. 
“Daddy, why?” You asked with quivering lips as Dwayne descended on you with darkness in his eyes. Betrayal was apparent on your baby face. The brunette shook his head with pity, closing the distance between you. Your breath hitched as he cupped your cheeks with both hands. His thumbs toyed with your bottom lip as his massive manhood pressed against your bare belly. Even in its unexcited state, it was an intimidating appendage. Your heart fluttered, and your lower belly tightened from its teasing caress.
“I knew this day would come,” Dwayne whispered as he gazed into your large brown eyes. “I just didn’t think it would come so soon.”
“I don’t understand, Daddy.” 
“I knew I would have to kill you from the moment I met you, little one...I always have to kill my pets when they get too attached. And they always do.”
"B-but—"
Dwayne shushed you as he slyly backed you against the cold stone wall, crushing your body with his. His calloused hands slithered from your cheeks to your throat before trailing down your body. You moaned as he caressed your vulnerable flesh, large salty tears still leaking from the corners of your eyes. Dwayne’s large fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt before gripping it. And you instinctively raised your arms, allowing him to swiftly pull your tee over your head. The action left you naked from the waist up, your bare breast bouncing as they were freed from their cotton prison. 
Dwayne hummed, his eyes roaming over your bosom as he moved on to your jeans. His pace was leisurely, teasingly slow as his hands stroked your waist. He prodded you as his hands traveled, his thumbs feeling the soft thrum of your anxious heartbeat under your warm, flushed skin. Dwayne enjoyed the sensation, pausing momentarily to knead the flesh of the curve of your waist with mischievous fingers. Your whines turned into breathy sighs as he massaged you with large, talented hands. As your chest heaved from his toying, he made quick work of the button of your jeans and zipper, slipping the black denim over your hips and to the floor. 
“Such a shame,” Dwayne tutted huskily as he stroked your bare thighs. “I would have liked to keep you around a little longer.”
“You can...” you offered in desperation. Staring up at him with terrified doe eyes. “Dwayne, I’ll be so good. I promise! I’ll do anything for you—for the boys! Just give me a chance.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t do that,” Dwayne muttered as he set his sights on your underwear. 
He ripped your panties from your body, and you shivered as he parted your thighs and slipped his fingers between your plump lips to rub your sensitive clit. Velvety wetness drenched his fingers as he stroked you in delicious circles. You mewled from his ministrations as warmth flooded your body, making your skin hot to the touch. Your heart rate picked up as he vibrated his hand with inhuman speed against your vulva. You panted and wiggled against the wall as Dwayne closed his eyes. The brunette vampire honed in on the thump of your hammering heart in your chest as his touch made you go wild. 
While Dwayne toyed with you, screams echoed around the cave as the boys tore into their meals. The harrowing sounds of snarling beasts, ripping flesh, shrieks, and moaning were enough to petrify any victim, but you shook like a leaf from pleasure as Dwayne worked you to orgasm. The pain-filled wails of the boys' victims—Cara, the brunette, and the blond bimbo, Sara, served as a soundtrack to Dwayne’s sadistic lovemaking. Hearing your friend squeal for mercy as David did, god knows what to her wounded you. But you could barely process your emotions in this state, with Dwayne crooning in your ear. 
“I’m going to miss touching you,” Dwayne whispered as his hot breath wafted over the shell of your ear. “At least I’ll have this memory.”
Golden eyes with red rims and bloodshot whites met with yours. Dwayne’s brow protruded, and his cheekbones became chiseled as his fangs elongated. Heady lustful growls poured from his lips as he slipped two of his fingers inside your orifice. You were slick from his teasing, so you accommodated him without issue. 
Your neglected walls trembled from his intrusion. Dwayne sadistically crooked his fingers, his soulless and hungry gaze fixating on you. He watched your face contort from pleasure with a dark smirk on his plush lips. Your eyes widened, your mouth parted, and your lashes fluttered as you were brought to the cusp of orgasm. Talented fingers pumped and vibrated until your walls rippled, and you fell over the edge into the abyss. You moaned and warbled as your pussy clamped down on your lover’s hand, showering him in a rain of juices.
He crooked your fingers as you rode the wave, forcing your legs to shake involuntarily. You collapsed, but he caught you, lifting you by your thighs to secure you against the wall. You panted in his embrace, with your arms around his neck and your face in his chest. Ironically, Dwayne held you in his arms like this many times, but the difference was that this was the last time. You were in the midst of breakup sex, but this tryst was no ordinary romp lovers usually had when a relationship was ending.
The feeling was bittersweet because you were going to die tonight.
Dwayne was going to kill you. Raising your head, you stared into his amber eyes. Tears welled in yours once more as you pleaded for your pitiful life. A life you thought he cherished because you thought he loved you. But you were nothing but a plaything to him. A warm body with three holes to toy with. A glorified meal. 
“Dwayne, PLEASE. Don’t kill me. I LOVE you. I want to be with you forever.”
“I know. That’s why I have to,” he callously whispered before gently kissing your lips.
“And you will be.” 
Your eyes widened in fear as you felt him harden against your shapely thigh. Dwayne held you firmly with one hand as he lined his rockhard dick up with your entrance. You couldn’t help but sigh as he slipped inside, stretching you wide and filling you to the hilt. Dwayne slowly rolled his hips into you, his length and girth teasing you. You cooed as you felt him massage your insides, his manhood blissfully torturing you more intensely than his fingers. 
He stimulated all of your sweet spots as he grunted, the air now filling with wet, lewd, and sloppy sounds as he fucked you—your ass slapping against the wall. The blissful euphoria of his touch overtook you as your mind became hazy with pleasure. You fell under his spell again, the reality of your soon-to-be death slipping away as you concentrated on the feeling of his smooth skin against yours. 
Beads of sweat formed on your brow as you tensed, grunting as Dwayne caused the coil in your belly to tighten again. You had just fallen over the edge. But you were climbing the mountain again. You threw your arms around Dwayne’s neck, curling your body around him as your pleasure intensified. You found yourself shivering and clinging to him for dear life as your pussy twitched involuntarily around him. Dwayne nuzzled the crook of your neck, his nostrils taking in your delectable scent. It was nuanced—an alluring mixture of feminine musk, sweat, fear, and lust, along with the essence of what made you, YOU. Dwayne devoured many during his tenure as a bloodthirsty monster, and he’s never smelled an aroma like yours. 
It was sweet. Delicate. Innocent, despite you moaning around him. He took a huge whiff, inhaling your perfume to process it. Archive it. He wanted to remember you. Remember your fragrance. His chest swelled as he sniffed you, taking you in like an oxygen-deprived man. He wanted his immortal brain desperately to ingrain you, your sweet scent into his mind for eternity. 
“I’ll never forget you," Dwayne groaned into your neck as he gyrated his hips. 
“I’ll always remember how you felt. How you smelled. And how you tasted.”
You mewled sinfully, your eyes fluttering closed. You huffed into his shoulder as he massaged another spot deep inside that caused your legs to twitch around his toned waist. You pulled him closer, locking your ankles around his waist to give yourself leverage. You manipulated your spine, matching his rhythm as he bucked you into the wall. You two rutted into each other, moaning and groaning as you chased release. 
The brunette purred as he parted his lips, his tongue slithering over the crook of your neck. The cute little noises he enjoyed pulling from your lips for the last few months turned to squeals of agony as he bit down. His teeth pierced your flesh. Warm sticky wetness welled on the surface of your skin, dribbling down your chest and over your breast. Dwayne paused to lick the swell of your chest to capture the runaway rivulets. The vampire cooed in delight from the zest your blood held. He greedily fed from you, lapping and sucking at the gaping wound he created.
You felt your energy leak from your body, your arms and legs twitching from weakness as you desperately tried to hold on. But you still felt pleasure, the suckling of his mouth titillating you closer to climax. The pulsing of your core signaled to him that you didn’t have long. It was almost time. Dwayne held you closer, embracing you so tightly that you felt like you couldn’t breathe.
He squeezed you. The gesture was claustrophobic. It was almost as if he was attempting to pull you inside his body. To consume you whole instead of slurping you down.
It was painful. Your chest began to burn, and a sickening crack was heard—the crunch of a bone—as your ribcage collapsed. A strangled cry escaped your lips as you felt pain blossom in your side. You whimpered as more of your bones collapsed under the pressure of his immortal strength. Blood dribbled from your mouth as the rigid and jagged pieces of calcium punctured your delicate organs. You felt yourself slipping away. Your heartbeat skipped as Dwayne continued to rock his hips. He moaned to the unsteady rhythm, enjoying the horrific struggle the muscle was going through. It pounded against your ribcage as he excited your body, but it was tragically in the process of slowing as he drained you dry.
You shivered, your body quaking from blood loss and overstimulation. You felt hot and cold simultaneously. It was miserable, but Dwayne’s stroke made you forget. He picked up the pace, growling as he held you. The more your heart pumped, the weaker you felt, causing you to grow limp in his arms. Dwayne held you like a rag doll, pumping into you while you bled. You lay unmoving with heavy eyelids as he had his way with you, little coos continuing to escape your pouty lips. The coil in your belly finally snapped, your walls undulated, and your thighs twitched. Your hammering heart squeezed the remainder of your life into your lover, and you became one as your eyes fluttered closed. You drifted away as Dwayne grunted, finally finding release from your death. 
Dwayne remained buried inside you for a few minutes, savoring your body’s warmth around him. But he eventually pulled. He maneuvered your corpse, carrying you bridal style to the sofa where he plopped beside the deceased Sara. He nudged her corpse over so he could get comfortable. Dwayne wanted to hold you one last time. To spend time with you before he dumped you over the bluff with the others. He cradled you into his arms, nuzzling your hair and kissing you on the forehead. You were still warm. Dwayne looked down at you lovingly, his dark eyes crazed and deranged as he brushed your damp hair away from your ashen face. 
It was a pity he had to kill you. But at least you’d be together forever. His body would process your essence, and he would absorb you into his flesh. Like he did with all of his pets. You would walk the earth for eternity with him. Just not by his side as you hoped. But you got your wish. To be his. It just didn’t pan out the way you thought it would.
Because you trusted a wolf in wolf’s clothing.
FIN.
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wavypotatochips · 1 year
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Hiii could you write on Lionel Messi as boyfriend?
Birthday Gift | A Lionel Messi Short Story
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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Lionel Messi x Female Reader
Word Count : 852
𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Would you believe me if I told you this was the hardest imagine I've ever written? Hopefully you do not think if its bad c': Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!
(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, currently covered in college work so as of now uploads MIGHT mainly be on weekends. Thank you for your patience c’: ♥
It's your birthday today and you're waiting anxiously for your boyfriend, Lionel, to come and pick you up for a surprise celebration. You keep looking out the window, trying to catch a glimpse of his car. You're starting to worry that he might have forgotten about your special day.
Just as you're about to give up hope, you hear a car pull up outside. You rush to the door and swing it open to see Lionel standing there with a big grin on his face.
"Feliz cumpleaños mi amor! (Happy birthday, my love)" he exclaims, handing you a bouquet of your favorite flowers.
You smile and hug him tightly, feeling grateful that he remembered your birthday after all. As you step back to admire the flowers, you suddenly hear a soft whimpering sound coming from a small box that was on the ground in front of him.
"What's that noise?" you ask, curious.
"Oh, just a little surprise I have for you," Lionel replies, bending down to grab the box . As he stands up he opens the box, revealing a small, fluffy puppy inside. It has big brown eyes and a wagging tail, and as soon as it saw you, the puppy practically jumped out of the box and into your arms. Your eyes widen as you realize what it is - a golden retriever puppy! You've always wanted a dog, but you never thought Lionel would get you one.
"Oh my gosh, Lionel! ¿Esto es realmente para mí?(is this really for me?)" you ask, feeling overwhelmed with joy. Lionel quickly takes the flowers from your hand as you reach to grab the puppy.
Lionel nods, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes, he's all yours. I know how much you've always wanted a dog, so I thought this would be the perfect birthday present."
Once the puppy is in your arms you cuddle him close, feeling his soft fur against your cheek. He's so cute and cuddly, you can hardly stand it.
"I can't believe you did this, Babe!! You're the best!" you exclaim, beaming with happiness.
Lionel chuckles and pulls you into a tight hug, making sure not to squish the puppy, as he is feeling happy to see you so overjoyed. "Cualquier cosa por ti mi amor. Solo quiero verte sonreír. (Anything for you, my love. I just want to see you smile.)"
As you hold the puppy close, you feel a surge of love for Lionel. He's always been there for you, through the good times and the bad. And now, with this adorable little puppy in your arms, you know your life will be even better than you ever imagined.
"Es tan lindo omg!!!! (He's so cute omg!!!)" you exclaim, feeling overwhelmed with joy.
"I know how much you love animals, and I thought this little guy would make the perfect addition to our family," Lionel says, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He smiles to himself, feeling pleased that he had given you something that had brought you such joy. He spent the entire day yesterday mentally exhausted trying to figure out what gift you wanted; in fact, just to be sure, he almost purchased you an entire clothing store.
You rub the side of the golden retriever puppy that is now attacking your face with kisses continuing to laugh, “Okay Okay!” The puppy begins to bark playfully, so you set him down on the floor and he instantly runs away to explore your house. You look up at Lionel, feeling overwhelmed by his love and generosity. "Muchas gracias bebe. ¡Este es el mejor regalo que alguien me ha dado! (Thank you so much, baby. This is the best present anyone has ever given me!,)” You squeal happily, giving him a big hug.
Lionel laughs as he hugs you tightly, looking happy and relieved. "I'm glad you like it. I just want you to be happy, and I thought this little guy would bring a lot of joy into our lives."
You feel grateful for this sweet and caring man who was always there for you. In that moment, you realized just how much you loved him, and how lucky you were to have him in your life.
"I love you so so much," you say, kissing his lips.
Lionel kisses you back, holding you close. "I love you too, my love. Are you ready to go out for dinner? I have a cage in my car I just need to get out so we can put him up while we are gone."
You are about to say something, but you hear the sound of liquid hitting the ground. You widen your eyes realizing the sound is coming from the puppy was peeing somewhere. "Lionel, ¡No lo dejaste salir! (Lionel, Did you not let him out!)" you squeal, yelling at him. Lionel follows you as you quickly ran to where the sound was coming from. "¡Se supone que debes hacer que tu Madre me ame más, no gritarme! (You are supposed to make your Mother love me more, not yell at me !) " Lionel whines at the puppy, causing you to laugh.
Overall as the evening continued, you had a wonderful birthday filled with love, surprises, and a new furry friend. You couldn't have asked for a better way to celebrate your special day with the person you loved most.
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alder-saan · 1 year
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Hiya love! I was wondering if I could request a Cersei Lannister x Fem HandMaiden where R has been her maiden for like forever and has a massive crush on Cersei and Cersei like them back sorta thing ? I know that’s very vague apologies if it becomes difficult.
Much love I adore your writing so so much!!
AAAAAH that'smyfavouritetropeomglikewow
And I love Cersei too (yes, I love Cersei and Brienne, I'm Jaime)
That's okay for giving me a vague description of what you wanted, this trope will always inspire me. And I hope you'll like it.
This one-shot is inspired by Warming her pearls by Carol Ann Duffy.
The pearls
Cercei Lannister x fem! Handmaiden! reader
Warnings: none
Wordcount: ~1700
not real angst, not real fluff... just something in between
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You were in her room, silently watching her opening a golden box set with precious stones. She had just discovered it, as it had been placed on a shelf in her room during the day. And in the evening, when you and her went back to her bedroom, you saw it. A present from Jaime, you thought. Gods you hated that man. He had never been mean or even contemptuous, but you hated the way he kissed Cersei. You hated the way she seemed so happy with him. You hated him for being loved by your mistress...
Her back was to you, but in the mirror, you could see her and the box in her lovely hands. In the case, on red velvet, was lying a necklace, with big milky pearls. All white, with pink and blue hue. But the most beautiful, and also the most painful, was her smile when she saw it. A big smile who meant "I love when Jaime spends money for me". She was the kind of woman who loved receiving gifts. And these gifts, big dazzling jewels, wild silk dresses, aged red wines, black panther furs were unaffordable for you.
Cersei looked at you in the mirror, but you didn't see her glance. You were thinking about how she moaned when Jaime kissed her. And how bad you wished she moaned like this on your lips.
"Y/N?" she said, putting the pearls around her neck.
Her voice brought you back to reality.
"Yes, my Lady?"
"You don't like the pearls, do you?"
"Your necklace is beautiful, my Lady."
"Then what are your pretty lips twisting like that for, mh? I hope that's not for me..."
"N-No, never, my Lady. I owe you everything."
"I'm glad you remember it. But why did you look so angry? Tell me."
"Just some guy who annoys me." You shrugged, that was a partial truth.
"Who? I can sentence him to death..."
"Gods, no. No need to do that."
Your Queen gave you a suspicious look. You tried as best you could to act natural.
"Mh. Let's take a bath, shall we?"
"As you command, my Lady."
You smiled a bit. That was your own privilege. As her handmaid, you would see Cersei Lannister every day in Eve's clothes. You followed her into the bathroom of King's Landing castle.
It was a big room, with many pools, some hotter, some colder. In the evening, the golden light reflected on the water, highlighting the ceiling with hundreds of dancing little stars. You locked the door behind you, making sure no one would disturb you (even though the bathroom was exclusive to members of the Royal Family). She was waiting for you to help her undress.
You started unbuttoning the back of her dress. The fabric slipped off the soft skin of her shoulders by itself, gradually revealing her back to your eyes. You turned around her, bowing to lower her dress a little at time. Now you were in front of her, at her feet, you untied her shoes.
"Y/N? Look at me darling, please."
You raised your head, a bit confuse. Did you do something wrong? But she only gave you a little smile.
"Gods if all my servants obeyed me like you do..."
You looked again at her shoes, as she lifted a foot for you to take of one.
"I will do anything you ask of me, my Lady."
"Anything?"
You shivered, hearing in her voice this dominant side of her personality.
"Anything."
You took off her second shoe.
"If I threw you off the wall and asked you to fly, would you do it?"
"I would. I would find a way."
It was a trick question, and you got around her trap. If you had said you couldn't, she would have been disappointed. If you had said it was impossible, she would have replied that you should not pretend to do everything she asked if it was not in your power. Your hand reached her underwear, the only piece of fabric which kept her from complete nudity. She grabbed your wrist.
"Stop lying." Cersei said.
"I am not. Throw me, and you'll see. If I am, the gods will kill me for that. And if I am not, I'll manage to do it."
"You think you're smart, uh?"
She stared into your eyes and continued.
"But you're stupid." She let go of your wrist "You know very well how it would end."
"Yes, but I would die for you." You said, while taking off her underwear.
As you stood up, she looked at you for a moment. You held her gaze for a few seconds, but eventually looked away.
"Do you know why I never replaced you?" She asked.
"I don't know, my Lady."
"Because I don't understand you. You are an enigma, a mistery, Y/N."
"What would you like to know, my Lady?"
"I don't want you to answer my questions. That'd be too easy. I like being challenged."
"I could give you some hints..."
You moved your hands to her neck to remove her necklace but she took them in hers.
"I want to keep it for this time."
Jealousy made your heart sunk. Why? Why did she want to keep it? This moment was yours. It was you and her, the both of you. And only the both of you. Now she wanted to bring Jaime in it? In your moment?
"Yes, sure."
She gave you a smile, noticing the look in your eyes.
"You don't like these pearls."
"I told you-"
"And I don't like when your pretty lips are telling such ugly lies."
Cersei's voice had turned cold, but her smile remained. She was angry.
"I don't understand why. I mean, yes, I like you being a mystery, but I hate when you lie or hide the truth. There is clearly something wrong about those pearls."
You lowered your head, gaze fixed on the tiles.
"Now, undress and join me in the pool. We'll talk about this. You better tell me the truth this time."
Your mistress walked to one of the warm pools and slowly entered the water. You took off your dress and underwear. She was staring at you. You felt as if her gaze would melt your skin. The guilty feeling gave you a lump in your throat. You couldn't manage looking at her.
You entered the water next to her.
"Now tell me everything."
"I can't that's not-"
"Oh, yes, you can. You just told me you would do anything for me."
"Promise me you won't throw me off the wall..."
"I can't promise you anything. Did you betrayed me? Now tell me or I torture you." She closed her eyes. "And I don't want to do it."
"I-I don't like the fact that's from Jaime. I don't like that man I'm sorry."
She seemed confused. But her voice softened.
"What is about Jaime you don't like? Did he hurt you? Is he that guy you talked me about?"
"Yes, that's him. But he never hurt me... on purpose."
"What did he do? I can tell him and he'll apologize"
You nervously bit your lower lip.
"I can't. That's-"
"Please, tell me."
Her voice wasn't cold anymore, you could hear worries in it. You gathered all your courage and breathed in.
"He... He kisses you."
She opened her mouth but didn't say anything, completely speechless. You continued.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't think that but... How I whish it was me... How I wish I was the person you think about all day. I'm sorry that's not... I mean, that's so stupid. You love him, he loves you but Gods! I would do anything to be him just for one night."
"Don't say that, Y/N."
"I am sorry."
All suddenly seemed cold all around you. You looked at your feet, distorted by the little waves, and by the tears in your eyes. Cersei took your chin in her fingers and turned your head towards her.
"Don't say that because he has much more reasons to be jealous than you do."
Your eyes widened. You tried to tell something but nothing went out your throat. She wiped your tears with her thumbs.
"Firstly, those pearls are not a gift from him."
"Wh- What? Who then?"
"I bought them."
At this moment, you felt so stupid. You had assumed so quickly that was a present from Jaime, you hadn't thought about the possibility that it could have been her...
"I bought them for you. I wanted to give you, but when I saw this look in your eyes through the mirror... I thought that was not a good present for you. I thought you didn't like it. And so I decided to keep them, and to buy you an other present."
You blushed. A present for you, her handmaiden? A pearls necklace?
"I'm sorry..."
"Do you like them?"
"Those are the most beautiful pearls I ever seen."
She removed the necklace and hand it to you.
"Then keep it."
"I can't, I'm just your handmaiden, my Lady. You can't give me that."
She sighed.
"You would do anything for me, uh?"
"I would. But-"
"Turn yourself."
You turned and showed her your back. She placed the pearls round your throat. Her fingers lingered on your bare skin. That made you shiver. You didn't dare to move. She was drawing small circles with her fingertips. The contact drove you crazy. You were bright red. You wanted more. You wanted her to kiss you.
Your heart raced as you felt her lips on your naked shoulder. Her hands went down your ribs. It made you suffocate. Her lips wandered on your skin, softly brushing it. She kissed your neck, your spine, then she tried to reach your jaw, pressing her breasts against your back.
"Turn again, I want to see your pretty face." she whispered in your ear.
You turned and met her gaze. She cupped your face and kissed you. Her lips against yours, that was everything you had ever dreamed of. That was magical. You shyly reciprocated and placed your hands on her waist. She smiled against your lips.
"Y/N, I want you to wear these pearls so that anyone can see who you belong to."
Cersei moved her head back a little to look you in the eye. She tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.
"I want you to stay a little longer in my room tonight..."
"Y-Yes."
"Yes who?"
"Yes my Lady."
"Good, now do your job and clean me up. If you do it well I might consider rewarding you."
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I truly loved writing it, thank you for this request, and I hope you liked it.
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peach-and-bugs · 11 months
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I'm so glad someone's taking requests for YJ! But I'd like to ask for adult Misty x reader with dialogue 3 please!
💗Confessional - Misty Quigley (2021) x fem!Reader💗
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Summary: Misty doesn't know the difference between a crush and a squish (the want to be close to someone in a friend way) and is quite surprised when she realizes the difference!
Warnings: mention of cannon death and body disposal (Adam) and alcohol consumption
Word Count: 2,385
A/N: Hello Loves! It's Misty's turn! I absolutely love Misty and she's definitely in my top three favorite characters. But honestly, she's kind of hard to write for, so I don't know how much I like this one. Fortunately, I do have more requests for her, so she isn't going away anywhere and I've got time to work more with her. This was another Yellowjackets dialogue request, so feel free to send in anything you'd like with Misty or another one of the girls with one of the prompts! but as always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading 💗
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Misty entered her house with a rather loud sigh and a crash from the slamming of her backdoor. She practically threw her groceries on the counter, mumbling under her breath as she left them be to get something to drink from her fridge. She said fuck it and cracked open a coke, taking one long swig before setting it back on the counter and returning to the grocery bags. However, she was interrupted once again by a knock at her front door that had Caligula squawking. He must have been frustrated by all the interruptions as well. She grumbled again and maneuvered through her house to the door, opening it with far more vigor than she’d intended to. She was startled to find you at her door at this hour and she seemed to have startled you as well.
“y/n! I wasn’t expecting you,” she forced with a shiny smile. You chuckled, relaxed, and smiled as well. Misty had known you for quite some time now, however, most of that time had been spent over online citizen detective forums and eventually texting and phone calls before you finally met up in a local coffee shop a month or so ago. After that, you’d kept in pretty regular contact. Shed decided recently that she liked you. And considering that Caligila had gotten comfortable with you holding and petting him quite quickly you must be a good pick after all. 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drop in so suddenly but you'd been so quiet lately and I dunno, I got worried,” you grew shy as you gave her your reasoning, absently brushing loose hair behind your ear. “Oh! And I brought cookies,” you added, wrinkling your nose as you smiles. Misty grinned, enjoying the concern, and shrugged.
“It’s alright, I’ve been helping my friends with something is all. Do you want to come in? I was just putting groceries away before prepping dinner,”
“I wouldn’t want to be a bother-”
“Nonsense!” she chirped, reaching out her hand to take yours and tug you inside. She managed to take your purse from your shoulder and hang it on one of the free hooks by her door. “I’ll cook for us and we can catch up. What have the forums been talking about? I haven't had the time to read any of them,” she fibbed as she made her way into the kitchen with you trailing behind. She flicked on the small radio on her kitchen windowsill to whatever random radio station she'd been listening to previously. 
“Oh! Did you hear about that Adam guy on the news? Some people online have been looking into that. It looks like someone could have been behind him going missing,” Misty had to refrain from physically cringing at that comment, seeing as how she’d just come home from the dead man’s apartment and the funeral in which she eliminated the crucial parts of his identification. 
“Pfft, that case? That’s going nowhere. He probably just hopped on a boat and is across the world by now. I bet something will come out about money laundering or something eventually,” she flat-out fibbed as she pulled carrots and celery out of her grocery bags to put them into her fridge while you stood awkwardly holding your plate of cookies in hand.
“Um ok,” you mumbled “Well, is there anything I can do to help you? I wouldn’t want to just stand in the way,” you chuckled nervously. Why you found so nervous Misty couldn’t tell, but there seemed to be a strange feeling in the kitchen's air, one she couldn’t quite put her finger on. But she smiled again and looked down at her grocery bags, holding her hands in the air and wiggling her fingers as she contemplated what she could have you do. 
“Ah! Why don’t you give those to me and start boiling some water while I finish unpacking this, hm,” she suggested as she began digging through one of the paper bags, to pull out a newly bought bag of spaghetti noodles which she offered to you in exchange for the plate in your hands. After a second you initiated the exchange and made your way to the stove as Misty pulled out a pot for you to boil. 
You scooted around each other in the small space as you filled the pot and she continued organizing her groceries. Every few seconds your hand would brush against the small of her back so naturally that she might not have noticed, so when she needed to move past you she’d gently cup your hip, though it was more like her hand hovering over you. Even so, she still thought she could feel the prickling of your skin under her touch. It was endearing, she realized, to have that sort of effect on someone, though that's how friends were supposed to make each other feel. So, you were her friend now. That was nice. 
“How much of this do you want me to make?” you asked her as you opened the bag. 
“Just dump it all in there. I can eat the rest over the week for my lunches at work,” she decided as she pulled the ingredients she wanted to use for her sauce and meatballs. She had leftover sauce from when she’d made it before at a far larger portion size than she had intended to that was still good and she pulled out some of the new ground beef she’d bought along with bread crumbs, eggs, garlic, and an assortment of other spices. 
She began organizing her ingredients before rolling out her meatballs, but before any of that, she got her sauce back on the stove to warm up next to you in a large saucepan. She casually checked on the noodled, which you were salting and they seemed to be coming along quite nicely. She moved back to her meatballs as her sauce was going by you with a lid on, but as she made the last part of the meal she couldn’t notice that strange feeling again. 
She wasn’t sure who it could be coming from, if not from the both of you, but something other than the smell of dinner was in the air. The strangest part was how it was such a comforting feeling to Misty. There was something so natural about having you in her kitchen with her. Maybe it was because she hadn’t seemed to make many friends into her adulthood, besides her high school friends, of course, though they didn’t seem to talk much anymore. Could it just be that you were here and interested in being with her? You had come to check on her when she’d been quiet after all. That had to be it then. 
She tossed the meatballs into the now boiling sauce to cook. She stood next to you awkwardly for a moment before reaching over you for a ladle to scoop some of your pasta water to add to her sauce, which she stirred around. You unexpectedly moved to take the ladle from her, accidentally taking hold of her hand in the process. She noticed the way your eyes widened eyes dilating for a moment or so, which she found quite curious. She tuned in long enough to realize what song was now playing. It was one her mother used to play when she was a child. 
But if you feel like I feel
Please let me know that it's real
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off you
Her eyes scanned over your face. You bit your bottom lip, taking it into your mouth
I love you, baby, and if it's quite alright
I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night
I love you, baby, trust in me when I say:
She let go of the ladle and smiled. 
“I need to go feed Caligula and get the table ready,” she said quickly, taking a step back from you. She turned on her heels and rushed far faster than she had intended out of the kitchen and into her lounge and to her bird’s cage. He squealed quietly and Misty smiled, opening the door to the cage and petting the bird’s head. He cooed, shitting his eyes as he nuzzled into the palm of her hand. 
“Caligula, do you have any idea what’s going on with me?” she murmured as the bird climbed on her hand, up her arm, and onto her shoulder as she went to throw away the uneaten food in his dish and refill it for dinner. He began messing with her hair, preening her as he always did at dinnertime. Misty craned her neck to peek into the kitchen, quietly watching as you walked across the room to find plates and utensils and a strainer for the noodles. 
Misty finished refreshing Caligula’s dinner, coaxing the bird back into his cage to eat and she shut the door behind him. She moved on into the dining room, still keeping an eye on you. As she did, she opened a drawer and found an old candle setting along with a lighter she’d never gotten around to using. She figured out why not and arranged the setting, as well as two table placements on the table, dimming the overhead lighting as you walked in with two full plates. 
You paused at the dining room’s entryway, staring at the candles and the table settings placed one at the head of the table and the other directly diagonal to it on the long end of the table. When you didn’t move Misty took the plaits from you and set them both down before trotting off into the kitchen. 
“Now, I have a pinot noir, but I’ve also got a cabernet sauvignon that is just divine!” she allied from the kitchen. You didn’t reply as she rummaged through her cabinets for two glasses. You hadn’t moved from where you stood just yet and noticed after looking back. “y/n, you alright?” she asked, tilting her head with curiosity. You perked up at the sound of your name and skirted to take your seat at the table. 
“Oh! Um, you made the cabernet sauvignon sound very good,” you answered in a rushed attempt at sounding normal that Misty didn’t quite pick up on. She grabbed what she was told, along with a wine opener, and made her way back to the table. She stood as she opened the bottle with a satisfying pop and poured each a glass, which you tentatively grabbed, and took a few confident sips as Misty took her seat and her fork to dig in. You paused for a moment, messing with your hands in your lap before eating. 
“Misty, I have a confession,” you started, not looking up from your hands. 
“Well, it better not be to a murder because I can’t deal with that right now,” she answered back without the skip of a beat. You looked up, quite puzzled, and scrunched your brow.
“Um, I’m sorry, what?” you asked, nose wrinkling. Misty fully looked up and finished what she was chewing, covering her mouth with her hand as she realized your reaction. 
“Oh! No, I just mean I’ve been a little stressed lately is all, but I'm only joking, I promise!” she could tell she hadn’t recovered well at all as she could practically feel the way you cringed and clenched your teeth, pulling back from her, eyes refusing to meet hers. Had you always been this shy with her? You sighed, pulling her from her thoughts.
“You know what, this was a bad idea. I need to go,” you said rather rushed as she had moments prior. Before she had time to react you'd left your seat and headed back to the front door. Misty heard the jingle of your keys and the click of her front door before she got up, frantically wiping her mouth with her napkin. 
“y/n?” she called, watching you slip out the door before she began to sprint in its direction. By the time she made it to the door, you’d made your way down her front steps and were headed to her car. “y/n!” she yelled fully now, a strained crack in her voice. You stopped in your tracks, fearing the attention she might bring but it gave her enough time to grab onto your hand tight and stop you. Adrenaline had started pumping in a way that felt like fear, but of what she couldn’t pinpoint. 
“y/n, did I do something,” she asked quickly, her eyes frantically searching her face. You seemed startled by the sudden desperation in her grasp and her voice and you bit your lip, your brown scrunching as you frowned but shook your head. 
“No, it’s just stupid,” Misty squeezed your hand and reached up to turn your cheek to look at her. 
“No it’s not, tell me. I promise whatever it is it's not stupid. I’d never find anything you say stupid,” she insisted. You met her eyes finally and sighed with defeat. 
“I was going to ask you on a date,” you said in what could only be described as a whisper. Misty perked up, confused. 
“A date?” she questioned. She felt your cheek burn under her fingertips. 
“Yes! A date! I know it's silly, and I’m acting like a child but,” Misty grinned, vibrating with excitement. 
“I’d love a date with you!” she exclaimed. 
“What?” you were the confused one now.
“I didn’t know you liked me,” Misty mused, practically purring.
“Well, yes I’ve always liked you-” you started. 
“But I mean I didn’t know you liked me,” she reiterated, accentuating what she meant. You grew shy again. 
“Well, I didn’t know either but I got so nervous with the cooking and the candles,” 
“Then this can be our date!” Misty decided. 
“Really?” you chuckled under your breath. She’d gotten you to laugh and that was even more exciting than getting asked on a date. 
“Yes! I’d love to take you back in and on our date,” you chuckled again (she got you to laugh again!) and nodded. Misty eagerly led you back inside and realized just what she must have been feeling before after all. 
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f10werfae · 2 years
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Dodger’s Reveal
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Pairing: Husband!Dad!Chris x Pregnant!Mom!Reader
Summary: Some lucky gender reveal doesn’t go according to plan, well traditionally anyway, all thanks to Dodger
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“It is so gonna be a boy” I huffed as Chris helped me pull on my baby pink sundress over my bulging stomach, his hands taking their time gliding over my body as usual. This whole time he could not keep his hands off of me, and who am I to complain?
“No honey, that’s a daddy’s girl in there, I can feel it” He replied smugly, running his hands over my belly, bending down to help me put on my shoes.
“Either way I jus hope they’re healthy bub”
“Don’t worry they will be, it’ll just be like when we had Landon” He cooed standing up right, a passionate kiss being put onto my lips as he held my hand dearly.
“Alright mama, let’s go down, ma and all are waiting for us”
“hmm okay” Slowly with Chris' help we made it down the staircase, his hand always staying at the bottom of my back while the other held onto my hand. Our living room had been decorated with blue and pink balloons, streamers covering the place along with plates of food.
“Dada” we heard Landon shout from Lisa's arms, squirming to get down and running as fast as his 3 year old legs would let him into Chris' arms.
“Ya excited buddy, ready to meet your new baby sister or brother” Chris hummed, blowing raspberries into Landon's neck, everyone awing at the sound of his giggles and squeals filling the room.
“I wan baby sister, no brother” He pouted playing with Chris' gold chain of St.Christopher. Smirking Chris looked at me before saying, “Don’t worry buddy, I promise you’ll get a sister either way”
Rolling my eyes at him I beelined straight for the snack table and picked up a pink plate.
Filling up my plate with all sorts of pastries, sausages and all that good stuff; stuffing my face afterwards as I sat in the garden on the chairs set out by the pool.
“Easy there mama, ya might choke” I heard Chris say from behind me, stealing a cupcake off my plate and eating it all in one go,
“Babe I wanted that one” I pouted now missing the chocolate treat, hearing him pull a chair over and sit right beside me.
“Well you can still have it gorgeous, no worries” Within seconds he had pushed his lips to mine, the remnants of the chocolate cake filling my mouth as his tongue played with mine.
“Now that was nice” He teases pulling away after leaving a series of small pecks, a big wide smile on my face at the public display of affection.
“Where’s Landon bub?” I asked looking around the garden to see him not with any of the other relatives.
“I dunno ma wanted him for something” He shrugged pulling me to stand up with him,
“Y’all are so cute it makes me wanna puke” I heard Scott say from behind us, a giggle leaving me as Chris gave him the finger.
“Anyways ma wants everyone inside now, it’s time”
“Shit baby you excited” Chris said turning to me, his eyes twinkling while he jumped on the spot.
“Yes baby, but not as excited as you it seems”
Walking into the house, there sat a massive cardboard box in the middle the floor, gold lining wrote out “boy or girl?”
“Hold on where’s Landon?” I asked seeing he wasn’t here for the big moment knowing how excited he was to find out,
“Oh don’t worry hunny you’ll see” Lisa smiled nodding at me knowingly, giving Chris and I the scissors to cut open the ribbon on top of the box.
“Alright guys, here we go” Chris said as we each pulled open the box cover, to reveal golden balloons?
“Our baby is gold?” I questioned confused as everyone’s eyebrows also seemed to furrow in confusion.
“YEEHAW” We heard Landon scream from the other room, in came Dodger with pink balloons attached to his back, Landon riding on him like a horse with a pink cowboy hat.
“WHAT ON EARTH” I shouted watching them run past us and into the crowd of family members,
“ITS A GIRL” Chris shouted from beside me, hugging me tightly before running over to Landon and throwing him up into the air, “TOLD YA BUDDY, YOURE GETTIN A LITTLE SISTER”
“YAAYY” Landon shouted not realising what his part was in all this, my heart swelling at the sight of my growing family I felt tears brim my eyes before the watergates flooded open and suddenly I was sobbing.
“Babe? are you not happy? what’s wrong?” Chris asked looking at me with Landon in his arms,
“are ya kiddin me? I’m freakin delighted Evans” I sobbed rushing in for a hug, feeling Landon's small arms around me, both of my boys putting kisses onto the too of my head.
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frenziedslashers · 1 year
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Negans reaction to reader being pregnant with his baby? Head canons or a short story are fine!!!
Negan Reaction To A Pregnant S/O:
A/N: I am working on a Negan and Reader having a baby request rn actually, so this will be some Headcanons lmao. I got like 5 anons with baby fever in my ask box rn and I am here to support you all LMAO
Pairing: Negan x AFAB!Reader
Warnings: No specific pronouns used, Negan (He's crazy let's be fr), Mentions of Lucille, Mentions of the other wives, canon typical violence, Negan has Baby FeverTM, Pregnancy, Pet names, let me know if I need to add more!
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He still has multiple wives when you find out, so you're very hesitant about telling him. He's mentioned to you a lot more personal things than he ever did any of the other women, but you still were uncertain if you were really his favorite. Plus, even though he mentioned that he and his actual wife, Lucille, had wanted a baby. You weren't sure if he still wanted that baby, especially with you.
You try avoiding him for a few weeks, but it doesn't work. He finds you and confronts you about the behavior. He doesn't raise his voice with you once, though. Any of his other spouses he would, but you took a notice that they weren't even his spouses anymore. They were mostly just his servants and leverage against Dwight and some of the other men he took the girls from.
"What's been with you lately? I haven't seen ya around. I didn't do anything, did I?" He'd ask, and you'd feel your heart swell because for some reason you did love him. Even if at first you weren't the only person he was sleeping with.
You'd be scared, and he could tell that something was up so he'd lead you into either your own room or his room - whichever was closer - in order to give you privacy and set you down beside him. "Come on honey, you can talk to me," he'd assure, smiling as he reached up to brush his knuckles over your cheeks.
"I'm pregnant, and it's yours."
He wouldn't react at first. His eyes wide as he stared at you and it'd scare you. You'd be afraid he might kill you and stick you out on that fence to deter his enemies from the compound - but then he finally reacted.
"Mine? My baby... I'm gonna be a dad?" He'd ramble, jolting to his feet as a surge of energy shot through his body. Leaving you sitting on the bed alone as he paced the room in front of you. "We're having a cub?" He'd speak and his voice would crack. Facing you with the biggest and most genuine smile, his eyes brimmed with tears and he raced back over to you. Long strides making his way to in front of you so he could kneel. Being just a little shorter than you on the bed, now.
"How far are you?" He'd ask, and you could practically feel the excitement that radiated off the man, and it gave you hope that your kid might actually get a good father. "Only a few weeks, a month at most the doc said." You spoke, and he reached up to hold the sides of your face. "I hope they have your eyes," He'd tell you, and you'd feel your whole body heat up. Eyes darting to the side with a sheepish smile, but it was quick to fade.
"What's wrong?" He'd asked. "I'm not really that important, though. You have other wives, it could have been one of them carrying your baby." You frowned, and he shook his head. "I stopped sleeping with them a long time ago, honey bunches," he'd tell you, rubbing his thumbs over your cheek bones. "Stopped claiming them, too. They're just kept up here to keep the guys in line." he'd hum, "I only want you, I promise you that. Have I ever lied?" He hadn't. He always told you the truth and you both knew it.
He'd prove it to your further by even making it so the other women dressed in more casual clothing. None of them referred to him as anything other than Negan, and he'd walk you around with his hand on your hip, on the small of your back, or in your hand constantly. He wants to prove to you that you are the only one he thinks about. The only spouse that he wants.
He'd eventually ask you to "marry" him after he figured you trusted him enough to do so. If you say no, he gets it, but if you say yes he's ecstatic. He loves you, truly, and he's glad that you agreed to be with him til death do you part.
When you were far enough along that you couldn't hide the bump in your stomach any longer Negan would call a meeting to the people. Standing above them all with you by his side while everyone kneeled before the two of you. His hand resting on your stomach while he held you close.
"Some of you may already know, but I wanted to make it official. My Honey-bear and I are having a cub of our own here soon." He'd tell them, all while looking at you with so much love and adoration in his eyes that it made your heart soar. "There's about to be a little Negan running around. They're gonna be such a little shit too," He'd announce with such an enthusiastic voice, and you'd chuckle. "Well, let's hope they don't have your complete personality, then." He'd snicker at this, pulling you in for a kiss that he couldn't help but grin like a fool into. Everyone would cheer for you both, because truly. None of them had seen their leader so happy with anyone.
Negan would get more and more protective over you the closer you got to popping. He'd be by your side, making sure you had everything you need. He wouldn't let anyone get too close to you. He was already protective of you, but now was worse. You'd be off limits to everyone except for his previous wives that he knew you trusted. They'd help you when he was gone. They were happy for you, truly. Plus, you practically granted them freedom.
Negan would cry when the baby was born. He secretly hoped it was a little boy, and he'd so thrilled if it was a boy. He'd be bouncing off the walls and trying to convince you to let him name it Negan Jr. but really he'd be fine with about anything you came up with. He wasn't picky.
If it was a little girl though? Oh, that feels so much different for the man. He's holding the girl with practical heart eyes. Smiling as tears roll down his cheeks and he stares at her. "Hi, baby bear," he'd coo, and choke on a sob if they cooed back. He's never letting his little girl out of his sight. He's gonna be the most protective Papa Bear anyone knows. Everyone better pray that he they don't hurt her in anyway.
He'd spoil the shit out of his kid. Ordering his men to get them toys out on their runs. He'd let his kid get away with murder and just smile while cheering them on. They can do no wrong in his eyes.
With Negan being their dad. Expect the kid to be repeating some pretty interesting words as it gets older. "Suck my dick," "You wanna taste your own balls today?" "Fuck" "Shit" you name it. They've got quite the vocabulary as they get older and you're thankful school systems don't exist anymore.
Negan is the type of dad to do everything with his kid and even takes some time away from leading the saviors and puts Simon in charge for a while so he can spend it with you and the baby. He still doesn't let Simon get away with the stupid things he wants to do and still attends the meetings though to makes sure the system doesn't fail.
Everyone adores you and the baby. You two are the new celebrities in the factory, and everyone loves how happy you both make Negan. He swears up and down that he won't ever let anything happen to you or his baby.
"Personally, I think I deserve another baby... Maybe another five more." He'd tell you, and if you didn't say no, he'd be taking that as a yes. He loves kids and wants as many as you'll have for him. Plus, he loves the way you look when you're carrying his child. How your skin seems to glow, how round and soft you are. He wishes cameras still existed so he could have a photo or two of you.
He loves his little family, and even if you only had one kid for him, or if you decided to have one more or a few more. He's happy and content. He never thought he'd have the chance to be a Daddy and he is forever thankful that you not only gave him that opportunity. But also that it's you that he gets to share these moments with.
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ptergwen · 2 years
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i hope i’m the first nathan request because i would be honored 🫶🏽 but that gif where he’s holding a bottle of wine…how about something with a stay at home date night 😗
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warnings: the tiniest bit of suggestiveness and one mild swear
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“look what i’ve got.”
nathan has a bottle of wine in hand. he smiles proudly and raises the bottle to present it to you, piquing your interest. he saunters over to where you sit at the kitchen island.
“a smooth red, aged and imported.”
“sounds expensive.”
“it is expensive.”
nathan grabs two wine glasses from his hanging glass rack. he skillfully flips them over, one handed, and sets them down on the island. you cross your arms and rest them on the island, leaning forward. you watch your boyfriend as he pours you a glass of wine.
“how’d you get it?”
“from work.”
“you mean the bar? or your side hustle?”
“what’s my side hustle?”
“scavenger hunting.”
your lips curl into a smirk. nathan hands you the glass with a lighthearted shake of his head.
“treasure hunting.”
“i know, i know. i’m kidding. did you get the wine from one of your… expeditions?”
nathan pours a glass for himself.
“nah, but that would’ve been cool. i snuck it from the bar during my last shift.”
“you don’t think they’ll miss it?”
nathan leans in closer to you.
“they’ll never know it’s gone.”
he clinks his glass with yours and sips from it. you swish the wine around before you taste it.
“damn, nate. you’re the best pickpocket in all of new york.”
“bold statement, babydoll.”
“and a true one, too. you are.”
nathan’s gaze trails down to your lips.
“aren’t i?”
he tilts his head to connect your lips. you hum into the kiss. his hand comes to the back of your neck and holds you in place, and you put down your wine so it doesn’t spill. it’s a kiss full of love and want and need.
“come sit with me.”
nate takes your chin between his fingers.
“okay.”
he pecks your lips. he grabs his wine glass by its stem and walks around to the other side of the island, sitting on the empty stool beside you. you swing your legs over so you’re facing him. nate shoots you that ever so charming smile of his, his eyes somehow shining in the dimmed light of his stylish apartment.
“do you miss the city when you’re gone? y’know, looking for treasure?”
you drink your wine while you await nate’s answer.
“yeah, all the time. it’s home. because you’re here, and you’re my home.”
“aw, nate.”
you squeeze one of his buff arms.
“you should come with sometime.”
“i dunno. i don’t think your mean friend with the cat would approve.”
“who, sully?”
“yeah, him. does he bring his cat every time you guys go looking?”
“pretty much. who’d have thought he’d have such a soft spot for the little guy? but seriously, you’d be a much better companion than sully.”
you tangle your sock clad feet with nathan’s, a half smile adorning your lips.
“your brother loved to explore, right? so you’re finishing what he started? i admire that, how you honor his legacy.“
“thanks, baby. i owe it to him. gotta do the drake name proud.”
“you will, and you do.”
nathan presses a kiss to your temple. you finish the rest of your wine, so he reaches for the bottle to pour you more.
“wait, wait, wait. you said the wine’s expensive. shouldn’t we, like, savor it?”
nate pours you another glass regardless, then tops off his own. he winks.
“don’t worry about it. i could always get us another.”
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