#but for now i'll be sticking to more simple gifs thanks

[drvscarlett]

Let Him Cook Pt 6

Charles Leclerc x Masterchef! Reader

Let Him Cook Series 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

A/N: Thank you for that anon who gave me a message for the next part of the series. This one is dedicated for you!

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Cookies and Grand Prix

Y/NCooks just posted a photo.

Y/NCooks Now that my masterchef duties are done. Its my first time going to a grand prix as Charles' girlfriend. I hope you like cookies

User1 OMG IM GOING TOMORROW!!! OMYGODDDDD

Y/NCooks I'll give you a cookie when I see you! User1 Ohmygod, this is the best. You are the best!

User3 I'm envious of everyone going to Monza this year, Y/N is giving out cookies

User4 The details are everything on those cookies

CarlosSainz55 Im technically a former ferrari driver so can I claim a cookie?

LoganSargeant can i have one too? Y/NCooks this is for everyone!! Make sure to drop by Carlos and Logan! Maxverstappen1 Expect me around! User5 Everybody is a ferrari fan!

"Okay mon amour, so there will be a big crowd when we arrive" Charles briefed you as you get closer to the venue "Make sure to stick close to me."

"Yes honey, I know. Hold your hand and don't let go"

Charles has been extremely stressed and he thinks it might not be a good idea to bring you to Monza for your first GP as a couple. However, you couldn't pass up the opportunity. You have seen how the people cheered for Charles when he won in Monza, the crowd was electrifying. You wonder what will happen if it happens again this weekend.

Besides, you have a basket full of cookies that you prepared to give for those fans of Charles that you will meet.

You were immediately greeted by a huge crowd calling out Charles name. It was no wonder that there was several security guards waiting at Charles' designated parking lot.

It was normal for Charles to stop to take photos and to sign some merch. What surprised the duo was that the fans were asking for Y/N and her cookies.

"We really waited for you guys so we can get some cookies" one of the avid Tifosi said

"I really hope the cookies give ferrari luck"you agreed.

There was a buzz in the paddock as you gave away several more cookies to the different fans you encountered. You managed to give Carlos and Logan since they were also waiting at the parking lot. You were so carried away talking to everyone that you didn't realize that you already ran out of cookies.

"Oh no, I didn't save cookies for your other friends" you concluded upon reaching the garage.

"That's okay mon amour, I'm sure they would understand that there is no more cookies" Charles assured.

And like a comical entrance, a man in full Red Bull gear enters the sea of red uniforms.

"What do you mean no more cookies?" Max asked "I did not just go through all the security details to not have cookies"

"Oops."

Grill the grid: eggs

It was a fairly easy challenge, the media team thought. They believe that there will be no harm to let the drivers cook since its just a simple hard-boiled egg.

There was a stove, a pot, 2 bottles of water, eggs, vinegar, salt, and pepper on the table. They also thought that it will be funny to put unnecessary spices and ingredients on the table so there is grated cheese, spring onions, cinnamon, carrots, and etc..

The drivers entered the room looking confused at the different set up of the Grill the Grid.

"We're giving people what they want, today were actually allowing the drivers to show off their cooking skills with this special episodes of grill the grid"

Charles is obviously happy. He was already raving about how there are different versions of eggs that he tried at home because of Y/N.

"I have already tried doing poached egg, soft-boiled eggs, french omelette, american ones" Charles enumerated "I think I'm the best at making scrambled eggs"

"Its just scrambled"

"There is a technique there" and Charles continued to ramble on the different techniques that he has used to achieve the perfect scrambled eggs.

On the other hand, Oscar is attempting to make a hard boiled egg. He admits to the camera that he did not have any experience of it but he definitely knows how it taste (obviously).

"So Oscar what is your game plan here?"

"Well, I'm planning to boil the water and I think I should add some vinegar and then maybe sugar and salt so the egg will be flavored" Oscar stopped as he heard the giggling on set "Wait am I wrong?"

"No, no, just continue"

"Okay so I think I'm gonna let the eggs cook once the water is rolling then I'm gonna wait for 15-18 minutes because I don't wanna serve raw eggs" Oscar continued.

The staffs are a bit shocked by the length of time. It was beyond overcooked but they wouldn't say anything to the Australian driver.

It cuts to Max who seems to be pretty confident with his skill. Its a simple egg, how hard can it be?

"Of course, we have to get the water boiling and then I'm going to put it in for 5 minutes and then get the egg out" Max explained.

If Oscar has a long waiting time, Max was immediately dropping the egg even before the water is boiling because Max believes that the water is hot to the touch.

"What happened, why is the egg still runny?" Max wondered

He cut off the egg and there was still slimy white and the yolks were uncooked. There was a frown on his face as he looked back at his pot, he thinks he is being sabotaged.

"I'm gonna do it again"

Yuki was excited to do the cooking challenge. He insisted that he will not just make a hard boiled egg but he will also showcase a soft-boiled egg. The staffs were ecstatic to see him running around to get iced water for his eggs.

"I make these weekly so I'm really confident that it will turn out well"Yuki has a permanent grin as he fishes out his soft-boiled egg.

"If you want a soft-boiled egg, boiling water with the bubbles and then 8 minutes on the clock. Then you put it in an ice bath and then peel it" Yuki narrates.

He opens his soft boiled egg and it showcases a jammy yolk and soft whites, the perfect kind of soft-boiled eggs. The studio applauds at Yuki's efforts.

Y/NCooks just posted a photo

Y/NCooks since the episode is out, here is the list of photos sent to me by the crew. Guess which is which.

User2 OHMYGOD, THIS IS SO FUNNY!!!

User3 LOOK AT OSCAR'S REALLY OVERCOOKED EGGS

User6 i was seriously laughing when he said 18 to 20 minutes User7 For real, man thinks he is tenderizing meat

maxverstappen1 i demand a part 2

Charles_Leclerc "its so easy" maxverstappen1 shut up. i have been cooking now kellypiquet p is getting tired of eggs every morning user9 max is really serious to train himself on how to make eggs

User14 I just know that yuki is the one with the best looking egg, so smooth!!!

Y/Ncooks yes!!! User17 charles is the one with the unsmooth peeling Y/NCooks the man can't have it all, i guess

LandoNorris thank God they didn't send you my photo

Y/NCooks lando, i dont think anyone grabbed a photo since the fire department was called CarlosSainz55 you did what???? Charles_Leclerc and they call me as someone who can't cook when we have Lando here being a fire hazard LandoNorris Y/N THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OUR SECRET User22 atleast team papaya are both needing lessons.

The cookie prank.

Max was still upset that he didn't get to have cookies in Monza. He was really looking forward to it so he wasn't the least suspicious when he allowed Charles inside his home since he brought him cookies.

It was wrong of Max to put down his defenses.

"I'm gonna get some water, you want anything?" Max asked

"No, I'm just gonna get comfortable here with your cats"

Charles stood in front of the cat litter box and he pulled the ziplock bag that he has. Inside the ziplock bag was another set of cookies that looks like cat poops. He laughed quietly as he sets up the scene.

"Max, do you know about that coffee made from poop?" he asked the Dutchman

"Of course, Kopi Luwak" Max replied "Why did you ask?"

Max walked out of the kitchen and he can see clearly how Charles picked up a poop from the litter box. He almost dropped the water that he is holding upon seeing that.

"What if we use cat poop instead" Charles wondered

"CHARLES WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

The pure mortification in Max's face when Charles started eating the poop. It seems like his friend lost his mind after driving in Ferrari for all these years.

"You should try some"

"Y/N, CHARLES IS GOING CRAZY" Max immediately placed you on a call "I THINK HE NEEDS THERAPY"

"Woah slow down Max" you were out on a grocery run and now Max is screaming at your ear

"Hello mon amour"Charles greeted on the other line.

"HE LOST HIS MIND, HE STARTED EATING MY CAT'S POOPS"

You made a mental face palm as you remembered how Charles insisted that you make very realistic cookies that looks like poop. Charles never opened it to you that he will be using it to prank Max. You started laughing at the shock in Max's face.

"Max, those are cookies" you defended

"THEY ARE CAT POOPS, CHARLES LECLERC IS EATING CAT POOPS"

Oh what would you do with these boys.

#let him cook #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #charles leclerc fluff #f1 imagine

[erideights]

Little pieces here and there (5)

Pairing: Buggy x Fem!Reader (One Piece Live Action)

Chapters: one, two, three, four

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: light flirting, light metion of sex, a lot of feelings, super fluff (in their particular way)

A/N: I'M BACK WITH THE NEW AND LAST (????) CHAPTER OF THE SERIES AFTER AN HIATUS WEEK. I wanted to post something good, something beautiful, true to the characters and the story you all enjoyed reading as much as i writing! (sorry for the possible grammatical mistakes!)

Side note: this chapter is to be read with different time frames, so changing the lights of the room and their resting positions in bed!

"Say it."

"Nope."

"Why not!?" he whines, his beautiful dove eyes pleading. "C'mon baby. Say it. I deserve it. All the awards. All the honors." The fact he’s beneath her, trapped between her body and the mattress, doesn't help make him look less submissive. She has to admit, it’s extremely pleasant to see how his dignified ass drags himself for her.

"But it would be a lie," she says, sticking out her tongue in a gesture intended to make him suffer a little more. Unbelievable that this is the same man who forced her to beg for sex a couple of hours ago. "and I’m no liar."

''Didn't seem like a lie to me when you were moaning my name and cumming on my cock for the third time some minutes ago.'' Ah, there it is, his ego is back again. Or at least, a glimpse of it. Took a while to appear. 

In front of him, (Y/N) just smiles devilishly, which makes Buggy growl and look at her with pleading eyes again. "Look, we already established I know and even like how you need to play difficult, it's part of your charisma, but I need to hear it, okay? I will give you anything your wayward, fussy heart could desire. Consider it a prize."

''Anything?''

''Anything.''

Hmm. She plays along, and pretends to think about it for long, torturous seconds, shaking her head from side to side in slowmo, taking a deep breath. 

As expected, soon enough she decides to give in-- she’s satisfied after making him beg in her own particular way.

''Fine.'' She takes a breath and starts her dramatic performance, with one hand on her own chest, eyes closed. ''Oh, Buggy, you were right, you are the best lover I’ve ever had, thanks to you my soul has ascended and I have seen the One Piece.''

That is not the praise he was expecting about his sexual skills. Not even close. But was so /him/, so dramatic, exaggerated, and incredibly hilarious, that despite faking offense on his face, eyes half-closed, lips pressed together, fingers pinching her hips as punishment, he has to admit -he will not-, was funny.

''You're a moron'' That’s about everything he has to say on the matter.

‘’Like Ol’Axe-Hand?’’ She asks, raising an eyebrow, hoping he gets it. And of course he does. He's so surprised that he widens his eyes, smirking. Is she actually admitting how incredibly funny he is? ''You still remember that joke?''

''Was so bad it stuck with me since then like a fucking nightmare.'' Hit and sunk.

''Ouch''

"Don't worry, there's still time to improve the quality of your jokes. But for now I'll take the prize you promised.''

''Ugh, fine. What do you want?’' Buggy thinks he knows (Y/N), so he’s convinced she will ask for something impossible. A challenge that will ridicule him or an astronomical sum of money. ''If what you want are berries I’m sorry to inform you, sunshine, I'm broke, I still have to find...'' but the clown shuts himself when he feels the girl's fingers slowly caressing his sharp jaw, finally pulling him by his chin towards her. He leans in too, eyes fixed on her lips, yearning for the kiss he can see so clearly written in the dreamy way she looks at him.

There’s no need to announce it, nor to start it with their usual flirting or provocations. It's slow and doesn't demand anything at all, nor is intended to be the trigger of their next round.

It's just a kiss. Something so simple and intrinsically complex at the same time. And in the same way as if it had been the most fiery and passionate of his life, as not long ago, this kiss leaves him breathless, unable to form a single coherent thought that has nothing to do with her.

Oh, he’s down bad. Just like she is.

              …

And there they are on the mattress, she’s sitting on his lap, legs around him, his hands on her hips, hers on his abdomen in a relaxed pose. The scene is typical of two lovers who have known each other for a lifetime -or at least for years- and not of two people who just had the wildest sex of their lives less than a couple hours ago. For the first time. 

They tell each other anecdotes, surreal stories, and laugh together inside that little bubble they don't even know how it was created, where it came from, or how the hell it could have absorbed them so much, making them completely ignore the outside world.

"What do you mean a giant bird!?" she screams in laughter, her stomach hurting, her lungs burning. "Aha, yeah, laugh all you want but imagine thinking that you’re about to die turned into damn bird feed. It would fucking piss me off."

As it can’t be otherwise, (Y/N) ends up laughing until she cries with the story of how Buggy arrived at Loguetown, and the clown finds himself exaggerating his story more and more with each laugh he manages to get from the girl, eager to hear it again, knowing he’s the only cause of this beautiful melody.

It’s absurd how he would love -kill- to know more about her, ‘cause if he stops to think about it, he doesn't know this woman at all. He knows nothing beyond her name, her crew, and the fact that she has a bold sense of humor. She’s brave and sarcastic, keen, sharp, and much more intelligent and savvy than -in his opinion- all the idiots around her.

And this is how and when he realizes the post-nut clarity theory hasn't worked for him. Getting her out of his twisted mind will not be as easy as fucking her a couple times, get his needed ton of personal satisfaction from making her beg for him, and moving on to the next thing to do/achieve on his list.

Goddamnhim.

"Alright, as much as I love and enjoy being the main character, it's time for you to drop your femme fatale facade and show me who you truly are."

"Awh,’’ she smiles tenderly, reaching for one of his cheeks. ‘’you see me like a femme fatale? That's so cute."

"Cut the crap.’’ The clown slaps her hand away, not in a violent way, but offended. ‘’You're not easily intimidated and I noticed you're good with knives too. That's sexy, and it makes me curious as hell about what you did before you joined those shitty heads."

Fair enough, she would be curious too, so she thinks about it, a bit wary of talking about her private life because there is a part of her that prefers to keep it intact -in case she wants to come back to it-. However, she reasons, mentioning what she did without being very specific doesn’t reveal anything at all. It would piss her off if Buggy casually knows her mercenary name -by which she’s fairly known among marines and pirates alike- and connects some dots all of a sudden. 

Is he actually that smart?

"I was a mercenary." She says calmly, shrugging her shoulders. "With that angelic face?" He retorts in disbelief, raising both eyebrows, even though he knows it fits her personality just right. "You'd be surprised what you're capable of with it."

"No, no, I actually believe you." He cracks an amused smile, looking directly into her eyes after carefully scanning her face. ''I mean, If someone like you tried to sneak onto my ship I would know it’s a trap, either to kill me or to steal from me but I would end up saying ''whatever you say beautiful'' and would actually let you do your thing.''

He's an idiot but still, once again, he manages to make her laugh. “Looking like that, anyone would give you anything,” he adds because he is, in fact and undoubtedly, willing to give her a little more of himself. More time and more attention, because he should definitely be out there gathering his crew -only God knows what they'll be doing- and figuring out how to get to the Grand Line without a damn map.

The idea of asking her, or even suggesting she steals it for him, doesn't even cross his mind. Not even after having shared this /intimate/ afternoon together. He knows she won't do it, she doesn’t own him shit, she’s not one of these women who fall in love and suddenly do everything, and leave everything behind, for the man of their dreams.

And of course Buggy can see the way she looks at him, without an ounce of contempt or distaste for his extravagant appearance or the atrocities he's sure she knows he's committed and of which he's not one bit ashamed. She sees him as he is and still, she’s here, offering him back something as valuable as her time and company.

But she won't give him more, he is aware of that. That's why he didn't offer (Y/N) to run away with him when he escaped from Arlong Park, because as much as she enjoys his company and maybe, just maybe, the clown imagines, feels something for him, he has the impression she’s a disgustingly loyal person, to her principles and her people, and as much as she likes to flirt with him, she would have said no.

He must admit, that's also how he likes her. Strong, capable, independent. He would kill no matter who to have her by his side as part of his crew, although he knows it won't happen. He would settle, however, with the -hypothetical- opportunity to meet from time to time on the high seas or on any random island. To sneak away from their crews in secret, to disappear for a few hours in which all his attention, his entire being, could focus on her, lower the curtain just a little, leave the spotlight behind and relax.

There is a small part of him, the one that makes him unable to stop looking intensely at her with those blue eyes that mirrors his own soul, that truly hopes she feels the same.

…

''You know'' she starts, absently stroking his hair, the clown's head in her lap. ''I imagine-- no, I know the whole nose topic is a sensitive thing for you but honestly, it shouldn't-- big noses are incredibly attractive, and yours? Believe me, anyone would want to sit on it.’’

What.

He's so taken aback by the suddenness of the comment he completely forgets what they were talking about before and on top of that, he's unable to reply for some seconds, looking at her like she just started speaking in another, incomprehensible language.

He ends up raising an eyebrow, running his tongue over his red lips. ''Including you?''

''Including me''

''Well, sunshine, today's your lucky day then'' Sitting up, in a blink of her eyes he turns, catches the girl's hips and drags her with him, lying down, leaving her sitting on his chest while he rest his head on the pillow. Buggy winks at her, licking his lips again, this time cheekily rather than thoughtfully. “I’m about to make another one of your dreams come true.”

''Horny bastard.'' she whispers, swallowing saliva. What a view, having him between her legs again. ''Never denied, sweetheart'' with a low, erotic, and breathtaking laugh, he surrounds both her thighs with his arms and pulls her body up in a quick movement, causing a sudden brush of his nose against the inside of her thigh.

(Y/N) shudders and takes a deep breath, spreading her legs a little further as she settles them on the pillow. ''Show me what else you can do, captain.'' To that he just groans, already getting hard with just having her on top of his face and her way of talking to him, pushing his buttons just the right way.

In no time she’s a complete, total, and absolute mess, writhing with pleasure. Hands grabbing his hair, hips rocking over his mouth, forcing his nose to rub against her clitoris, she softly moans his name, an occasional insult or any other possible blasphemy.

''Oh, fuck-- Buggy.''

…

Worn off makeup all around her body, sun setting, long hours spent together in which they have told funny, long stories about each other's life and of course, in which they have ended up letting free -once again- that suffocating sexual tension that attracts them to the other like a month to a lamp. Buggy, surprisingly, ends up letting his guard down to the point where he falls asleep, and not long after, he starts snoring.

(Y/N) knows, it's time to leave and look for her friends. She also knows she warned them about her obsession with the city and that the chances of her getting lost were high, and in that case they should not worry about her, blablabla, because she would come back sooner or later. She didn’t even remotely expect the reason for her disappearance would be a self-declared enemy -Luffy’s enemy- of her crew, tho. Neither was she going to spend so much time away from them to be with him.

The excuses she will need to cover her tracks are endless, and a pain in the ass without even started to think about them yet.

Will Zoro still be lost somewhere on the island? Because she obviously assumed, he got lost as soon as they split.

Still in bed, she takes a moment to calmly look at him. (Y/N) is aware of how this may be the last time they ever see each other, and -not- surprisingly, this thought sparks a pang of sadness in her. She really likes him. She wouldn't say she is in love with him, because those are big words and they barely know each other yet, but... he was right, the chemistry between the two was something impossible to deny. And it hasn't weakened, nor disappeared a single bit after sex. Quite the opposite-- It has become something more, a kind of deep and sincere fondness that in this precise moment, dark outside, distant voices over the window from drunkards and bastards around the streets, his breathing calm for a fraction of second, his eyes closed and the fresh breeze that enters the room, invites her to caress his blue hair while he sleeps, sighing.

It’s been a long, long time since (Y/N)’d enjoyed this kind of genuine, absolute peace, sharing with someone she cares about, a room where time does not exist and life is just a thought instead of reality.

Part of her wishes or better said, acknowledges, she would stay here the entire night if she could. The other says that’s ridiculous, and that those are her hormones talking and nothing else. It would pass.

But does she want it to pass? To fade away?

Finally getting out of bed -all her willpower at once- after long minutes in which she simply memorizes every possible detail around her, she begins to retrieve her clothes scattered throughout the room and get dressed in silence, trying not to wake him up.

Through all this process, in the depths of her head resonates a single thought, ringing as loud and strong as an alarm. She’s unable to shut it up. She can’t ignore it either. It's another kind of thought she shouldn't have, and at the same time… feels so natural, so logical, she doesn't feel guilty for having it.

But should she listen to it? Should she follow it?

Taking a seat in the chair that fulfilled its great purpose a few hours ago, she sighs, again, head resting on her hand, elbow on the table. With a small smile, her eyes fall back on that ridiculous, snoring clown. And then, she just knows.

Reaching to a little secret pocket in her pants, she takes out a small piece of folded paper and starts to open it slowly, being careful to not tear it apart, leaving it on the table of the room once the copy of the map of the Grand Line can be perfectly seen. When (Y/N) suggested her crew make a couple of copies in case something happened to the original, she never thought she would use hers like this, but she doesn't regret it in the slightest.

Biting the tip of her tongue, her eyes scan the partially darkened room, jumping from side to side. When she finally finds what she was looking for, she leans over the table, and taking the pen from the inkwell, she writes in the upper right corner of the map "I will be waiting for you right here, come find me" .

If someone asked her why she does this, why she feels this, why does she decide to ignore her common sense and give something so important to someone as -objectively- miserable as him, she would simply answer that there are things… or better said-- not things, but the little pieces here and there, pieces of himself left in her during conversations, shared glances, laughter, flirts, light touches and the deep strong ones that came after those. It's the way he tried to make her laugh at all costs or how he didn't give up trying to win her over. Those blue eyes so intense she would swear, they reached her soul, or the small, genuine smile she knows she has seen this same afternoon, really far from the forced, crooked, exaggerated ones he usually has.

It is all of this and much more, and opening the door of the room, closing it again so that no one disturbs Buggy while she escapes the building and heads to her ship to find her crew, she knows she can't wait to see him again.

She knows she will. Her sixth sense tells her so.

#the gif is an spoiler of the morning after #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #buggy the clown fanfiction #buggy x you #op buggy #one piece live action #one piece x reader #captain buggy #buggy x reader

[autumnalmoons]

Truth or deal (sfw)

this was hard to figure out kldjfjf perhaps i'll do a second part with explicit rating, but for now :D

Viktor x fem!Reader | 1.4K

Notes: Academic rivals to allies to lovers, Fake dating, Mutual pining, Allusions to spiciness but nothing descriptive, Pre-Arcane timeline.

If it’s an arrangement simple enough, then why it's getting so difficult to follow through?

Viktor looks toward you, feeling the faint touch of your arms around his neck. You’re dancing too close to his body; not that he minds.

Not that he’s going to tell you so, of course.

Viktor can’t say he fully trusts you—after all, your charms are the reason why he sought you out after the Student Knowledge Contest last year. He can’t help but gaze at your eyes and get lost in them sometimes, perhaps more than he’s willing to admit.

 You’re a brilliant student whose name has appeared in the first places of the grading rank since your enrollment to the Academy. Sometimes atop his, sometimes under.

This reminds him of what you two were doing last Friday night…

“Viktor?” you hum, snatching him out of his fantasies—his memories. “You’ve stopped dancing.”

His grasp on your waist relocates on your hips, feeling the supple skin underneath covered by the soft silk of your green dress, so familiar by now.

“I just saw Robert Yean passing by,” he says. One of your failed suitors, now that he’s here with you. It isn’t possessive behavior, Viktor repeats himself between mumbles against your hair.

“Very insistent man,” you mutter with a smile, sensing Robert’s gaze glued on your back as Viktor and you gently sway side to side with the music flowing around the ballroom.

“Luckily I am one, too,” Viktor says teasingly, his thumb brushing along the apple of your cheek before leaning toward your lips. He understands the nerve of the man wishing to whisk you away, with such a newly established family, a whole future ahead more than the dark, smoky sky in Zaun could ever offer you.

For the deal to work, Viktor had to convince you that trust could run both ways.

Sure, you were competing to be the top of the class, but contrary to the rest of Piltovans side-eying Viktor—silently reminding him of his place under all of them, back to Zaun—you have such soft, caring eyes. Curious, even, once he took a seat next to you at the table in the library.

“I talked with Mr. Xilas about your prototype to clean chemicals from the dam,” you say, taking a glass of wine from a passing waiter, your eyes sweeping over Viktor’s features, to the pearls of sweat sticking to his forehead.

You offer him a sip, rotating the rim of the glass where you left a stain of your red lipstick.

“Thank you, moje sluníĉko.” He takes a sip, locking eyes with you as he places his lips in the mark of your lipstick over the rim’s glass.

Feeling you all flustered, you settle your hand atop his over the cane’s handle. “You should go and talk with him,” you add. “Sweet-talking him a little, hmm?”

Viktor sighs. “Unless it’s you, I don’t think I can do it that well.”

Your giggle makes him smile, loving the way your eyes crinkle in happy crescent moons, a warm feeling of pride extending inside his chest.

"Ow, my tooth hurts!" you say, fingers pressing your left cheek. "From so much cheesiness."

Viktor pokes at your sides, holding you close to feel the curves of your body against his when you try to wiggle out of his tickling grasp. "You little troublemaker, you scared me."

“You’re so silly.”

“You hurt me, my love.” He says, giving you back the glass of wine, brushing your fingers with his in a premeditated movement that makes your stance feel all wobbly. "But perhaps you could help me with the sweet talk, hmm? I don’t think it’ll be a good idea to call the merchant ‘my sunshine’, or ‘my love,’ don’t you think?”

“Hmm. No, unless you’d want me to be jealous?”

Viktor kisses your temple. “Perhaps later tonight. I might need some nibbles.”

Taking him by the hand, you two settle on the windowsill overseeing the balcony, with the breeze of the afternoon making contact with the bare skin of your back. Viktor’s right hand rubs gentle circles in there to soothe your shivering.

“You should’ve brought a sweater,” he muses.

You look at him, eyes pleading and mouth in a pout. “Aren’t you going to give me yours?”

He smirks. “No. I’m cold, too.”

"Such a meanie." Viktor laughs, opening his coat to envelope you within, almost against his chest. "Mmm, better—some nibbles, you say?” You smile, your lips brushing the edge of his collar, putting a red mark of your lipstick over the ivory dress shirt.

“Don’t,” he muses, pretending to be annoyed, yet his heartbeat jumps at smelling the sweet perfume of fruits and lilies. His hands shake slightly the stem of his wine’s cup. “Those stains are difficult to wash.”

“What can I say? You look handsome, Vikky,” you say, playing with the congratulatory badge reading 1st place Engineering Contest: 45 Edition. “I’m lucky for you to be my fake boyfriend.”

“You’re also breathtaking today." Though he doesn't repeat your phrase. He can't still decide if he tells you that.

At first, it’d been a clear enough arrangement—a fake boyfriend to keep you away from the annoying suitors, and for him, a charming socialite who could push his ideas around the wealthy Piltovan minds sponsoring the Academy. But the simplicity had worn out as month passed and Viktor wanted to invite you out to more dates.

To simply sit down outside the library to talk until the sun dipped in the horizon. And it didn’t help you let him get so close Viktor has memorized the features of your face so he could imagine it at night when you’re not in his bed.

Because it wasn’t part of the deal, you’re lovers only when the doors are open and the curtains withdrawn. And yet that faithful rainy day, you two stumbled over the threshold of his apartment soaking wet, the fine-crafted clothes of the academy uniform glued to your curves.

He couldn’t look away, and you didn’t mind it, either, settling your back against the cold entrance door as Viktor’s lips sought out yours, trying to impregnate himself with your taste.

"Perhaps we should return home today?" he says before he's even able to tell what just got out of his mind. Not that he could lie to you, only hide.

"Before Heimerdinger' speech about the Academy Anniversary?"

“I’d rather hear your voice.”

You laugh. “Vikky…”

“Everyone here thinks I’m whispering loving things to your ear,” Viktor says, nuzzling his nose against your neck when he sees one of the suitors sent by your mother watching you from afar. “Might as well sell the part.” So much, he’s starting to believe it.

“You do sell the part really well,” you mutter, liking how his now familiar hand always cradles the small curve in your back.

It's a straightforward deal, really. Even if you come from the Undercity, your parents had built quite a reputation behind them; not only a family rising from the abyss to the riches above by mere luck, no, this was a hard-work endeavor paired with an endless list of qualities you must master if wishing to have the family last name.

If it's so easy, why does Viktor dread the day when the deal will end?

Even when he wishes to hold you forever…

“Alright,” you say, looking at the sky turning orange. “Let’s go to your place, maybe? I like your mattress the best.”

Viktor chuckles. “It’s not like we’re going to have much sleep tonight, I assume.”

You poke his cheek, Viktor’s fingers wrapped along your wrist that he slowly drags toward his mouth, where he settles to brush his lips against the sensible skin there.

“You’re taking advantage of my inability to say no to you.” Your hands are by now yearning to cup his cheeks, reminiscent of how the amber in his eyes becomes burnt umber once your body is flush against his. He cradles you between his arms as if you were made of porcelain; as if you were a dream that would slip with the first light of the morning sun. "Shall we go?"

Viktor settles your hand on the crook of his elbow, the movement fluid and gentlemanly mastered by repetition.

"Hmm, we shall, my love," he says, giving you a seemingly innocent peck on the lips, though, at the end of the motion, Viktor decides to get a playful nibble on your lower lip. A promise of what is to come. "We shall."

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[theetherealbloom]

UNEVEN ODDS - CH. 9 (Epilogue)

Chapter 9 (Epilogue): There’s Some Kind Of Heaven Just Around The Corner

Summary: The Reader is dragged into the Last of Us universe and has no choice but to watch the events unfold or will she be able to change what was already written?

Paring: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Age-gap Romance, Violence, ANGST, Swearing, Suicide, FLUFF, PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Crying, Suggestive content, the pandemic, character death, INFECTED, MY SCIENCE IS WONKY, probable plot holes, rusty writing, TLOU is dark please read at your own risk!

Word Count: 2k

A/N:  After many months of not writing, I present to you the epilogue of S1 for TLOU. Thank you for sticking by me with my silly little stories, I can never express how grateful I am to have you all. I’m horrified and excited at the thought of S2, maybe the reader could change the important ending… who knows. Stay safe everyone <3

Song: Intermission by Sleeping At Last

Previous Chapter -> Season 2 | Series Masterlist

TLOU WORLD 2023

SILVER LAKE, COLORADO TO SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH – A FEW WEEKS LATER…

The cool breeze of the evening brushes against your face as you sit on the porch of the farmhouse, strumming the strings of the guitar Joel now treasures. The people of Jackson have embraced you warmly, welcoming you back into their community. The topic of the Fireflies remains unspoken, a shared understanding between you and Joel. It lingers in the background, a memory that only surfaces when necessary.

Life in Jackson has brought a sense of normalcy, a semblance of the life you had before the chaos consumed the world. But this time, it's different. This time, you feel like you belong, like you are loved. The little family you've formed with Joel and Ellie has found solace within the walls of this farmhouse. As the seasons pass by, a routine settles in, and the farmhouse pulses with life, as if it has its own heartbeat.

The bugs begin to retreat once again, signaling the transition from summer to autumn. You find yourself on the porch, the guitar resting gently on your lap. It was a gift for Joel, a token of appreciation and love, but it also earned you a playful scolding. Joel made it clear that you should never leave Jackson without informing him first. It was a testament to his protectiveness, a reminder of the bond that has grown between you.

At this moment, the world seems so simple. The rush of blood through your veins transports you back to your youth, when fear and uncertainty were distant notions. Seventeen again, you find yourself unafraid of death, daring to dream once more. The curve of the valley before you holds a profound meaning. Happiness emanates from within as you gaze at the serene surroundings.

As the words echo in your mind, they bring a smile to your face. Joel's voice resounds in your memory, "I'll never let you go." Those five words hold a depth of emotion, a promise that transcends the hardships you've endured. In this tranquil moment, you realize that you have found a home, a place where love and safety intertwine. You are content, knowing that Joel is by your side, ready to face whatever challenges may come.

The future may hold uncertainties, but for now, you bask in the stillness, cherishing the connection that binds you and Joel together. The world may be broken, but within the embrace of this farmhouse, you have found solace, love, and a renewed sense of purpose. And as you continue to strum the guitar, the notes reverberate through the air, carrying the harmony of your newfound happiness into the world.

Lost in the nostalgic melody, you find yourself humming a tune that holds a special place in your heart. The tranquility of the moment is interrupted by the gentle reminder that you're wearing one of Joel's shirts, two sizes too big. It's a simple gesture, a symbol of the closeness you share, but it also serves as a reminder that nothing is certain in this world. Doubts linger, even as you begin to feel at home.

The passing year has been arduous, and its weight lingers in your mind. The slow progress makes you question if you're truly moving forward. Trust is a scarce commodity, earned by only a select few. The scars etched upon your bodies, remnants of battles fought in your youth, serve as a constant reminder of the dangers that persist. And yet, the revelation of a collapsing sun and rising seas, of crumbling buildings, brought about a new understanding of the fragility of existence.

As you continue strumming and humming, Joel stands by the door, captivated by the beauty that radiates from you. The sun begins its descent on the southern horizon, casting a warm glow on the scene. Unable to resist any longer, Joel quietly approaches, his footsteps barely audible. He wraps his arms around your waist, his presence causing you to giggle. His lips press against the side of your neck, the scruff of his chin tickling your skin.

"Joel!" you playfully chide, a mixture of surprise and delight in your voice. He responds with a hum, his voice filled with affection, "My sweet Birdie..."

You quickly place the guitar on the side, and in that tender moment, you realize that despite the uncertainties and doubts that surround you, you have found a sanctuary in each other. Joel's embrace offers a sense of security, a refuge from the storms that rage outside. You feel a rush of gratitude for the love you've found amidst the chaos, and a renewed determination to protect what you hold dear.

Basking in the warmth of Joel's affection, you turn your head to meet his gaze, curiosity tugging at your thoughts. "How was the patrol today?" you inquire, wanting to know about the world beyond the safety of Jackson's walls. 

Joel plants gentle kisses on the side of your head, your cheek, and finally on your lips, his love conveyed through each tender touch. His gaze locks with yours, his southern accent subtly peeking through as he responds, "Today was good, darlin'. Nothin' for your pretty head to worry about."

A sense of relief washes over you, knowing that for at least one day, the dangers that loom outside haven't posed a threat. But your thoughts naturally drift to Ellie, the young woman who has become an integral part of your lives. You can't help but bring her up, knowing that Joel's bond with her is unbreakable.

"What about Ellie? How's she doing?" you ask, genuine concern lacing your words. Ellie's resilience and determination have become a source of inspiration, even amidst the darkest of times.

A soft smile tugs at the corners of Joel's lips as he replies, his voice filled with fondness, "Ellie's holdin' up. Been keepin' busy, learnin' new skills, and takin' care of herself. She's got that fire in her, just like you."

The mention of Ellie's fiery spirit brings a wave of admiration. You can't help but feel proud of her growth, of the strength she embodies. In this broken world, the relationships you've forged hold immense importance, anchoring you to hope and reminding you of the enduring power of love.

Nestling closer to Joel, you rest your head against his chest, the steady beat of his heart a soothing lullaby. "I'm glad she's finding her way," you murmur softly, your voice filled with genuine affection. "We're lucky to have her in our lives."

Joel's arms tighten around you, his voice brimming with tenderness as he responds, "Ain't that the truth, darlin'. We're blessed to have each other, and no matter what comes our way, we'll face it together."

Feeling a surge of love for Joel, you lift your head from his chest to meet his gaze. The twinkle in his eyes tells a story of unwavering devotion, and a mischievous grin plays upon his lips. You can't help but become enveloped in his warmth, finding solace in his presence.

"I don't tell you enough, Joel," you begin, your voice filled with sincerity, "but you mean the world to me. I love you.”

Joel's expression softens, his gaze locked with yours. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle yet purposeful. "You know, darlin'," he replies, his voice slightly husky, "you mean the world to me too. There ain't a day that goes by where I don't thank my lucky stars for bringin' you into my life."

The vulnerability in Joel's words tugs at your heartstrings, and you lean in, pressing a tender kiss against his lips. It's a gentle affirmation of the love that binds you together, a silent promise of forever.

As you pull back, a playful glimmer dances in Joel's eyes. "You know," he says, a mischievous grin spreading across his face, "I reckon I'm the luckiest man alive. Not only do I have the most beautiful person by my side, but I've also got a hell of a good kisser."

His words elicit a giggle from you, the sound filling the air with pure joy. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you whisper, "Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Miller."

The two of you settle into a comfortable silence, relishing the closeness and the unspoken language of love that flows between you. With each passing moment, the world outside fades into insignificance, leaving only the warmth and tenderness of this intimate connection.

A gentle breeze rustles the leaves overhead, the delicate dance of foliage creating a symphony of nature. Your fingers entwined with Joel's, each touch a testament to the warmth and tenderness that envelops you in this serene moment.

In the ambient glow of the evening, the air pulses with an almost tangible affection. The space between you and Joel becomes a canvas painted with an unspoken promise that transcends the limitations of words. In the delicate interplay of shared vulnerabilities and profound love, you find a sanctuary where the concept of time fades, replaced by the eternal embrace of this connection.

In this fleeting instance, bathed in the gentle twilight, you take solace in the richness of your conversation. Despite the shadows that loom from past events and the uncertainties that await, the presence of Joel beside you becomes a steadfast beacon, guiding you through the dimly lit corridors of life.

The embrace continues, a dance of shared whispers and laughter, a rhythmic exchange that weaves together the tapestry of your lives. Amidst the harshness of the world, the cocoon of your love becomes a refuge, a source of strength, and a testament to the formidable power of unity.

Yet, beneath the surface of this idyllic scene, a quiet ache persists, a shadow that lingers in the corners of your consciousness. There are nights when Joel lies peacefully asleep beside you, unaware of the storm that rages within your mind. In those quiet hours, memories materialize, hazy and elusive, casting a spectral glow on the canvas of your thoughts.

You can see him on the porch, the soft strains of a guitar accompanying the melancholic melody of your recollections. The air is charged with the bittersweet echoes of a past that refuses to be forgotten. There are nights when tears silently trace the contours of your face, the weight of remembered endings pressing upon your heart.

Joel, the silent guardian at your side, remains oblivious to the tempest within. His presence is a comfort, but the specter of a different ending, an alternate narrative, leaves you restless in the quiet hours of the night. The story, once written in ink, now seems to bleed into the realm of what-ifs and what-could-have-beens.

And so, in the embrace of the night, you grapple with the dichotomy of love and loss, finding solace in the tangible warmth of Joel's presence, even as the ghosts of untold stories linger in the shadows.

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[thevampirelevi]

Stuffed Like A Turkey | NSFW

cw: eddie x fem!reader, holiday fluff, drug use, smut, p in v, creampies, 18+ only! MDNI

The Munsons are invited over to your house for Thanksgiving dinner, so you really show out and slave the whole day away cooking the meal to perfection. To show his thanks, Eddie rewards you with a cream pie.

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You grab a dish towel and wipe flour from your hands, the sound of the phone ringing interrupting you as you ask your best friend Parker to take your place and finish making the biscuits.

"Hello?"

"Y/N," you can practically hear the man's smile through the phone, "Hey, um, it's me Eddie. Just wondering what time you want me and the old man to come over?"

You look back at the kitchen to approximate an estimate time. You're about to say an hour from now when the sight of Parker struggling to pry dough from the rolling pin makes you guess again. Better make that two hours.

"How about five thirty?" you answer finally.

"Sounds like a plan," Eddie says. "D'you need me to bring anything?"

"No," you respond, before an idea pops into your head. "Well, actually. Do you have any magic mushrooms?"

The sound of Eddie's laugh fills your ears from the other end. "I'll see what I can do for you, sweetheart. See ya soon."

"Bye Eds," you hang the phone up, sighing as you turn around and come to Parker's rescue just as she's about to put the unrecognizable mounds of dough into the oven.

She looks up at you, embarrassed, "Maybe I should just stick to bringing the cranberry sauce next year."

You take the tray from her, laughing as you set it on the counter to fix. "What the hell happened?"

She shrugs, "I warned you I wouldn't be much help."

You flour your hands once more, chuckling as you salvage what you can and shape the deformed biscuits back into dinner rolls. "Well I just got off the phone with Eddie, I told him to come a little later but I figure everyone else'll probably come at the same time. Think you can handle getting the door for them?"

Parker nods affirmatively, chestnut curls following the movement. "That I can do!"

After you put the biscuits into the oven, basting the turkey while you're there, you get started on the mac-n-cheese. Parker's in charge of shredding the cheddar while you begin a roux, mixing a concoction of eggs, flour, paprika, garlic salt, and onion powder. When that's done, you breeze through making greenbean casserole and mashed potatoes, Parker proving herself to be helpful after all (as long as the tasks are simple enough, like peeling the potatoes and boiling water.) Just as you're finishing the stuffing and buttering the biscuits, the doorbell rings.

Bruce Kyle is the first to arrive. A friend of Parkers is a friend of yours, though lately it's become clear that the two are not just friends.

"Hello party people," greets the tall Poindexter. "I bring you candied yams. And rum."

You and Parker cheer in response, Parker helping him inside and pouring herself a glass as she snacks on olives and cheese. You wiggle your eyebrows at her when Bruce isn't looking.

The next to arrive are actual guests of your own, the newlyweds Harrie and Minnie. When you open the door, you're surprised to learn that Minnie will be eating for two tonight.

"When did this happen?!" you exclaim, hugging her as Harrie and Bruce introduce themselves to one another.

"I'm thirteen weeks today!" she beams.

Everyone is taking their coats off as you guide Minnie to the bathroom, heart full from the news. You'd known her long before Harrie, going way back to Hawkins Middle School. Harrie was her high school sweetheart, the two finally tying the knot last year.

Finally, Harrie is carving the turkey while Bruce and Parker set the table. You're making trips to carefully carry everything to the dining room, now on the pumpkin pie made by Minnie. The doorbell rings, and your heart flutters as there's only one household missing.

"Hi Wayne," you smile as you swing the door open. With him is a mousy brunette with wrinkles around her hazel eyes. This must be the date he told you about when you'd first invited him and his nephew over for the holidays.

"Nice to see you Y/N," he starts. "This is Carlie."

"Nice to meet you," she greets, smiling. You step aside to let them both inside, now able to see Eddie further back at his van parked across the street. The butterflies return.

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At first, you'd been very nervous since you first woke up this morning. This being your first time ever hosting Thanksgiving at your place, you worried about how everyone would like what you cooked and even moreso how everyone would get along. The theme this year was 'found family.'

But your doubts proved themselves to be baseless, everyone easing into the ebb and flow of conversation as soon as everyone was seated comfortably. You'd also been on your fifth compliment of the night, promising Eddie as many leftovers as he could carry.

Eventually, your party was reduced to 'Friendsgiving,' Wayne having to be back at the plant tomorrow and taking his date home with him. You nudge Eddie under the table, motioning for him to follow you outside.

"Did you bring it?" you whisper, as if anyone would hear you from outside over the sound of the game on the television.

Eddie grins, dimples making their timely appearance, holding up a baggie he'd hid in the pocket of his leather jacket. "Just what the doctor ordered."

You both take seats on the stoop mere inches away from one another, Eddie producing a joint from the sandwich bag and a zippo from his pocket. He flicks the lighter open, holding the J to the flame.

"Couldn't get my guy to bring me shrooms at last minute," he mumbles as he holds the joint with his teeth. "But I figured you wouldn't mind."

"Even better," you smile, taking the blunt as he passes it to you, blowing smoke from between his plush lips.

The two of you spend enough time away to start raising concern. You sigh out a puff of reefer, standing up as Eddie ashes the J out on the bottom of his boot.

Everyone, apart from Parker, are all too polite and too engrossed in the plates in front of them to be the first to make a comment about your absence. As soon as best friend's eyes are on you, you know what's coming.

"So," she starts, smirking. You're rolling your eyes already as you and Eddie both sit back down at the table. "Where did y'all go?"

"Just a little smoke break," you assure her.

"Without me?" she pouts.

"Don't you worry," you grin, "I've got goodie bags for everyone - except Minnie, sorry."

Minnie fakes hurt, but everyone else is hooting.

"Courtesy of yours truly," Eddie adds. Everyone thanks him while you pass around dessert, munchies now taking over.

Eddie's hand is on your knee and you can see him watching you from the corner of your eye as you squirt whipped cream onto your slice off pie.

"Don't get too full, sweetheart," he whispers in your ear, voice husky. "I've got more for you later."

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Guests don't start to leave until around ten, too wrapped up in catching up with (or meeting) one another to notice the passing time. But Eddie sure noticed.

"Call me when you get home safe," you tell Parker inside of a hug. Bruce tangles his arm with hers, helping the woman down the stairs after too much to drink. You laugh, "Take care of her."

Bruce gives you a thumbs up, "Thanks for having us," and the two are off.

You close the door with a sigh, full of food but your social battery empty as you start to feel tired from all of the cooking, all of the interaction, and from the weed.

"Hope you're not too tired," Eddie's hand is in yours, pulling you towards your bedroom. Tingles radiate through out your body, still buzzed and still excited after all of Eddie's teasing through out the entire night; his hand under the table trailing up your thigh, the naughty words he'd whisper in your ear, his eyes undressing you.

Your creative mind, enhanced by your high, wasn't helping either. It was hard to keep your hands off him and remain proper in front of your guests when all you could think about was his hands gripping your waist, fist squeezing your throat, fingers pumping in and out of you while you couldn't peel your eyes away from his rings, Eddie flashing his hands as he'd tell a story.

"Go easy on me," you plead, limbs still heavy, knowing already that it's fruitless when Eddie's eyes darken down at you.

"No dice, sweetheart," he mumbles, trailing wet kisses from your ear down to your chest as he exposes more of it, nipping at the crook of your neck and your collarbone. "You've kept me waiting all night..."

"But, I cooked for you," you pout, sighing as he leaves a new hickey on your neck.

He stops, thinking for a moment. "Fine, I guess you have earned yourself a reward."

The next thing you know, he's pushing you down onto the bed, your hair fanning over the pillows as he bunches up the hem of your dress. You lift your hips to help him as he pulls down your panties along with your tights, you give his belt loop a tug.

"Uh uh," he tsks. "Not yet."

The whine you let out is interrupted by a moan as his fingertips graze over your clit. He licks his lips, tracing a circle as he watches your reaction. He's going painfully slow, dragging out every minuscule movement of his finger making you ache more and more in the process.

"Eddie," you breathe exasperatingly. "Please."

He smiles, that being the magic word apparently as it's all it takes for him to push his now wet finger inside of you, hissing at your warmth. He curls his finger, slowly pulling it out and earning another whine from you. Remembering his promise of a reward, he adds another finger just as he pushes back in, curling again. He's tickling that spot now, making you squirm. Your hands trail his body before finding the spot growing in his pants, palming it. When his lips attack your neck once more, it sends heat directly from the spot where he sucks on your carotid straight down to your core, making your eyes flutter closed.

"Open up wider for me," he mumbles. You do as told, wanting more of him but only opening yourself up to be teased even more. He's practically edging you as he plays with you, refusing to touch you anywhere else except to give you a lovebite. You're on fire where his hands are, but feel cold and lonely everywhere else - this keeps you in the middle, never quite teetering over the edge yet.

But then suddenly he's moving faster, lowering himself to attach his lips to your pussy. You gasp, instinctively closing your legs at the sudden stimulation. Eddie sucks on your clit, groaning as he harshly opens you back up, one hand pinning your thigh to the bed and the other spreading your wetness.

"That's it, princess."

You can't help but to cum, both at his words and the way he's practically making out with your pussy. He doesn't stop, tongue flicking your clit as he overstimulates you.

"Eddie please," you moan, fingers tangled in his hair. For a brief moment, you open your eyes to see him staring up at you in a devilish manner. He releases his grip on your thigh, easing the strain, ghosting his free hand up your body under your dress - the movement gathering the fabric further up and revealing your breasts. His rings graze over your nipples. He's still eating you out, eyes never leaving yours. His fingers work faster than the first time, forcing your second release as you arch your back.

Finally he finishes, lips leaving your clit with a pop. Pulling off his shirt to wipe off his mouth, you let your hands touch his v-line. Your head's still cloudy as you do away with the rest of your clothes, feeling way too hot and just needing there to be nothing separating your bodies. You saunter over to the edge of the bed, biting your lip as you undo his belt. He breathes deeply, caressing your hair. You waste no time undressing him, his dick smacking his stomach when you finally free it.

You can see that he's rock hard, veins bulging from his shaft and his tip swollen with a bead of precum. It throbs as you wrap your hand around it, laughing at the hiss that escapes his swollen lips - glossy from your climax.

He cups your jaw, gently moving your gaze up to meet his. His hips push forward and you don't hesitate to open your mouth for him, blinking up at him through your lashes. Cottonmouth makes it harder for you to breathe than you normally would, but when he juts his hips too suddenly at the sensation of your tongue swirling his tip and hits the back of your throat, saliva starts to pool in your mouth. You pull off of him slowly, teasing him slightly, coming up for air with a string of spit connecting you to his dick.

"You okay baby?" he checks in, caressing your cheek. You nod, not giving him a moment to adjust before you're swallowing him whole, eyes watering. "Oh my god-"

Eddie's biting back his moans as you gag on his dick, head bobbing. You can tell he's close, only punishing hisself when he was teasing you earlier. Just as his hips begin to stutter, you stop again. You glare at him as you kiss the head of his cock, tracing circles with your tongue, enacting your revenge.

He throws his head back, hair falling from his shoulders. "Y/N, baby."

But before you know it, he's the one stopping you, pinning you back onto the bed by your wrists. He laughs darkly before he kisses you, tongue swiping your lip and tip lined up at your entrance. He holds himself up with one hand and uses the other to move his dick up and down, rubbing your pussy. You gasp, giving him entrance into your mouth as he pushes both his dick and his tongue into you simultaneously.

You take every inch of him, practically pulling him in. You moan into eachother's mouths as he finds a rhythm.

You break away from the kiss, moaning when he grinds into your sweet spot, "Oh Eddie,"

"Right there?" he hums into your neck, sending chills down your spine. "Fuck baby-"

You're wrapping your legs around him, thrusting up into him, both still so close but wanting to make it last forever.

Your everpresent high still having the effects of an aphrodisiac of sorts, you feel the horniest you've ever been in your life - especially when Eddie's eyes meet yours, deep and glinting. Both way you're biting your lip and the way you're looking at him do something wicked to Eddie, giving him butterflies as he gets closer and closer.

"Nut in me," you beg, not an ounce of inhibition left as you become desperate to fall over the edge. "Please Eddie, I need you so bad,"

Eddie whimpers in response, head falling down into the crook of your neck as he bites you, fucking you harder and harder.

All that can be heard is the bed creaking, threatening to break as Eddie pounds into you, and the moans you can no longer bite back as Eddie whimpers into your neck. You tighten around him, squeezing like a vice, making his hips snap into yours - you practically scream as he bites down on your clavicle.

You can feel him release inside of you, his load hot and plentiful. He's still grinding down into you, riding out both of your highs. "Fuckkkk..."

You're still cumming, throbbing while stretched around him. He kisses you sweetly, shushing you and mumbling sweet nothings. Finally he pulls out of you, both of you whimpering as his cum spills out of you and onto the sheets.

Eddie trails his fingertips against your entrance in a daze, tasting the both of you as he brings his fingers to his mouth.

"Compliments to the chef," he laughs, collapsing next to you, out of breath.

You tangle your sticky limbs together, your head on his chest as it rises and falls, cuddling as your eyelids begin to droop.

Suddenly you can't help from saying, "Thanks for giving me your banana cream pie."

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an: this was my first time writing smut (for eddie) ever, i hope u liked it! obviously i'm loving the idea of smoking with eddie a lot rn, as you can tell by this and the latest chapter of adventureland lol

-levi

#stranger things eddie #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie x fem!reader #smut #eddie munson smut #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader smut #fluff #eddie munson fluff

[misguidedasgardian]

Dragon's Mistress (5)

5. Plaything

MASTERLIST

Summary: You get caught in the middle of their schemes 

Warnings: cursing, mentions of war, mentions of death, humiliation, use of the word bastard and traitor, incest, witchcraft and attempted poisoning, smut, might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount:  3.1 k

Notes: I'm sorry for the delay! I want to say than starting next chapter, things will get smuttier, but darker...and I'm not doing a taglist for this story, sorry loves

You were dismissed so you took the opportunity to relax in your chambers, trying to meditate on how Alys Rivers’ presence here affected you.

If it was true and she and Aemond were married, was she here to stay?

She clearly thought you were “entertaining” her “husband”, so she didn’t like you, if she was to stay here that was certainly going to be a problem, on the other hand, you might have been treated like a servant, but this was your home, you were of Valyrian descent, you were certainly positioned over some bastard witch, were you not? but Aemond seemed hellbent on humiliating you, perhaps he was going to place Alys over you as well, and you were not looking forward to more humiliation from his part. 

Perhaps she was going to convince him to leave this place and go back to Harrenhal… or perhaps… she was here to stay…

It troubled you

It was already nighttime, so as was already a custom, you heard a faint knock on your door and you knew it was Dalya

“I’m here with a bath for you My Lady”, she said with a smile, and you felt guilty that you made a bath for Aemond and he was probably not going to take it

But you were

“Thank you”. You prepared your own bath with the help of the servants 

BUt when you couldn’t find relaxation in the tub, you blamed Aemond, for everything, a looming presence over you that made you feel on edge, like if you took a wrong step he was going to punish you, kill you or worse. There was not going to be honor in your punishment, or in your death, or in your life, he has taken your honor and your grace, Dalya only still treated you as a lady because of her own kindness, but nothing else.

So you rubbed your skin almost raw with a sponge, and then you left quickly, these were not pleasures anymore, you couldn’t have pleasures, you were only a servant, if you managed to understand it, you were going to become stronger, you believed. You couldn’t give more reason to Aemond to punish you 

The you dried yourself and were about to put on your night dress, but a knock on the door interrupted you, the person let themselves in after those warnings knocks, and it was Dalya

“My lady, His grace is calling you”, you paled, you really couldn’t fathom why he would call you at this hour

“Now?”

“Right now”, she said urgently, "I'll help you. You had no choice but to put on a simple black dress that required no bodice underneath, it was too tight, stick to your form, and a simple pair of slippers, and you were on your way to the Prince Of Dragonstone, fixing your hair on the way

When you entered his rooms you found the dark haired witch seated on Aemond’s lap, his big hands were around her hips, caressing her there. She was wearing a simple silk black dress which adjusted to her perfect figure. She was feeding him grapes and cubes of cheese and dropping kisses on his jaw, and the intimacy of their position made you blush

“You called for me… your grace?”, you couldn’t call him your prince, you had the feeling Alys was going to curse you if you did

“You refer to me as “your prince” or have you forgotten?”, he asked, anger twisting his face

“What can I do for you, my prince?”, you asked with a high pitch voice, your eyes fell to the floor in front of you, not daring to look at the couple

“That is better”, he said simply, “I did call for you, you are my servant are you not?”, Aemond asked, as Alys giggled as you were the silliest thing on the island

“I am”, you said, trying to sound energetic, but not improper. She took her goblet from the table and handed it to you

“Bring me wine”, she commanded, and you didn’t know what to do, you looked at Aemond who was looking back at you with curiosity, sick amusement too. You decided to made haste to take the cup from her hands and bring it to the corner where the silver pitcher was, you filled it and brought it back to her

She took it from your hand, her nails digging into your fingers for only just a second, but enough to make you withdrawn your hand immediately like she burned

Aemond seemed pleased 

And you wondered if he was going to keep you there all night long

Aemond lowered his face and kissed Alys with passion, hungrily, grunting as she moaned, you looked away, embarrassed, you didn’t want to be there 

You wondered why he summoned you, and then you almost chuckled… he wanted to humiliate you, that was his purpose, in regards to you, that is all it was 

When you looked back at Aemond he was looking at you with a mocking smile on his face, and you cursed yourself and your face for being so transparent, as you couldn’t hide your disgust 

“Does serving your prince bother you?”, he mocked 

“No, my prince, but I think you would prefer… to be alone with your lady wife”, you said simply, and his face turners and twisted, in something hard to read

He stood up, making Alys stumble off his lap, you had to bite your tongue not to laugh

“You are making assumptions far over your place, servant”, he snapped, and you wondered why he got so angry only by your words, was she not his wife?

He was fuming.

Alys appearing in Dragonstone was troublesome, yes, he did not expect to see her again, he was done with her, or that is what he believed. He had left her like the lady of Harrenhal, he had begged Aegon to make her a real woman from house Strong, and Aegon, between laughs and spilled wine he had granted his wish, then he had left her like the Lady of Harrenhal, with the riches and lands with the title

He had believed it was enough.

He was not married to the witch, one night after he fucked her, she had taken his hand, cut his palm and licked the blood off of it, then recited a few words binding them together. And even though he believes Alys, and her magic, what she has seen and done, he did not believe that would make them husband and wife, he was not binded to her, he was not her husband, she was not his wife.

But Alys was here, so Aemond could take advantage of that fact, use her to anger you, to corner you, to lure your feelings out.

But you did not looked jealous, you looked disgusted, you did not look angry, you looked wretched and sad

This was not what he wanted

And you too believed Aemonf was married to Alys, as the witch told everyone who encountered her path, that both were married. It almost cost his mother a heart attack when she heard of the tale

His darling son married to a bastard witch 

She prayed to the seven for a week straight, day and night, for them to take Aemond back into the right path.

So no, this was turning messy, and he was not going to be able to “work” on you properly with that witch here. He had to get rid of her. He had to evoke dark feeling from you

“Get out”, he only mumbled, and you were fast to comply, grabbing the skirts of your dress so they wouldn’t make it difficult for you to run back to your chambers before he changed his mind. Only when you were behind the door of your room you let yourself breathe properly

You went to bed fairly quickly, scared that he was going to summon you again.

When you woke up the next morning, you did so alone, the sun coming through the windows let you know that it was already the middle of the morning, you jumped out of bed, scared, where was Dalya? was she well? she usually would wake you up early so you would be always ready for Aemond in case he needed you.

You got dressed quickly, and you left the room. You walked towards Aemond’s rooms, and as you tended to do, you opened the door

Big mistake

Alys was riding Aemond, moaning like a mistress, and Aemond was underneath her, taking her hips. You were about to exit the room, but your eyes met the witch’s 

“Are you joining us, or just watching?”, Aemond found you as well, and he looked like he was enjoying himself

“I’m sorry”, you cried, and exited the room. Even though you had never seen anything like it, and even though you knew was sex was all about, you couldn’t help but feel… beyond embarrassed of course… you felt relieved

Relieved, Aemond had another one to satisfy… those needs… because you had started to feel uneasy when he looked at you, but now, he had Alys, you felt relieved, perhaps he only hates you for being Rhaenyra’s daughter, and nothing else…

You started to look for Dalya throughout the palace, she has been giving you small lessons on how attent Aemond, and you were about to learn how to properly serve a meal and make bread. But you couldn’t find her anywhere

You started to get worried 

Nobody else knew anything, nobody has seen anything, and you didn’t even know where her chambers where, so you couldn’t look for her in the servant’s quarters

Defeated, you went back to your room, and you whimpered when you saw Alys there, she had a cup in her hand

“I’m sorry for interrupting you in the morning”, you said, but she only smiled

“We like it when we are being watched”, you didn’t need to know that, “wine?”, she offered, but you shook your head

“No thank you”, she did not seemed to like that, she scowled, and left the wine and pitcher in the small table you had in the middle of the room

“I don’t know what you want”, she muttered

“What?”, you asked, confused

“What do you want?”, she asked, “for him to take you, make you his? make you his wife?”

“I want nothing of the sort”, you fought, but she wouldn’t listen, she only chuckled darkly

“Of course you don’t”, she mocked

“He killed my family”, you whispered

“And yet you stayed here and looked at him with your puppy eyes… fuck me eyes”, she taunted with a bitterness of a jealous woman

“I do not”, you answered, hurt by her words, if she believed you wanted that man to take you, she was mistaken, and sick, and you wondered if Aemond would get mad if you answer back to her, if you insult her… 

“You are nothing but his plaything”, she mocks, “he enjoys playing with you”

“He hates me because I’m Rhaenyra’s daughter”, you said seriously, she only chuckled

“I’m just wondering if you are so naive, or you are just an idiot”, she snaps, “no matter, I will take you out of the way, you know what they say about me, it’s all true, I can make men fall dead at my command”

“Do it then”, you invited, not fearing her, no nothing, is not that you believed her or not, believed in magic or not, you just wouldn’t submit to her. 

She looked at you with her deep green eyes, looked right into your soul, and she was wide-eyed when it didn’t work, nothing happened. She reached out for you, you looked at her hand, and it looked… macabre, it did not belonged to a living person

She touched your cheek, and yet, nothing happened, you looked back into her eyes and now it was she who looked scared of you. You grabbed her hand in yours, taking it out of your face

“The Targaryens are fire and magic turn to flesh”, you said, her blackened hand trapped between yours, “you can’t hurt me, not here”, you said back, and you relished in the fear in her eyes, “I’m the descendant of Daenys the dreamer, Visenya the warrior Queen, who also studied magic”, you spit out, “of Maegor the cruel, you cannot touch me here”, you let go of her hand, your hand imprinted on red in her wrist. She took it to her chest, to caress it with her other hand.

And Alys swore she could hear a dragon growling in the distance

Or perhaps it was only you 

She left your rooms there and then, the door rattled behind you when it closed hard. 

And then you finally breathed, you walked towards the table and the wine, you took it in your hand and then you walked towards the balcony and threw it over it, into the dark seas underneath the castle. 

You didn't know it then, but you scapeed death by poison right then and there.

Now you truly wanted to flee the castle, being subdued by Aemond was one thing, but a mad jealous witch was another thing entirely.

You left your chambers to look for Dalya, she had been born on the island, which meant that she could easily help you find people to take you to safety… for a price of course, but a help was a help…

But alas, you couldn’t find her, your search was interrupted when a soldier came looking for you

“They want to see you”, he said nervously

“Who?”

“Prince Aemond and the witch”, he whispered, and you whined in fear 

He escorted you back to the princes’ chambers, and you entered at his command, he was again with Alys on his lap

“Where were you?”, he asked, “I needed my servant and you weren’t there”

“I’m very sorry my Prince”, you whispered, “I was looking for one of the servants”, you admitted, a servant missing had to be drawn to his attention

“Yes, I thought so”, you raise your head to look at him

“Where is Dalya?”, you asked Aemond bluntly, and he smiled

“I dismissed her”, he said dismissively

“What?”, you whined, “why?”, he only looked at you, mockingly, tempting you

“He does not answer to you, servant”, Alys said simply, mockingly. And you had to look away because you were going to cry, your only friend… gone, Aemond chuckled and you winced

“It seems I’ve been too permissive with you”, he muttered

“Please”, you whined, but you didn’t cry, you couldn’t not anymore

“Fetch us wine, servant”, Alys said, her head pointing at the corner where a small table stood with wine 

You walked slowly towards it, and poured two cups, you turned back and walked towards them both. You looked into Aemond’s eye and he seemed slow, drowsy, but it was probably the morning fuck.

As you were to give him the cup, you tripped with the skirt of your dress, and you could do nothing to stop your fall so you dropped the wine, the goblets crushing on the floor, and you fell over the dark red pool

“You idiot!”, cursed Alys, and you whimpered when you felt a sharp pain in your knees

“I’m sorry”, you stood up far too quickly. Alys seemed angrier than normal, you just drop a couple of goblets of wine, the spill didn’t even reached her, but she looked enraged

Aemond seemed to wake up from his stupor, moving Alys to stand up

“What happened?”, he asked, he seemed concern

“I’m sorry, I tripped”, you whispered, “I will clean it up”, you left the room to fetch a bucket and a mop, leaving them in the room

And chaos ensued

Aemond watched the pool of wine on the floor, and he could clearly see an unnatural ring of color, he then looked at Alys by his side

“What did you do?”, he asked. Aemond knows her, he knows how her magic works, and as he looked at the misshapen rings in the spilled wine, he knew she had tried to poison him with one of her potions, he guessed, with the one that made him pliable, the one that made him surrender to her 

He turned towards her and grabbed her

“You had been giving me the elixir, haven’t you?”, Alys looked at him in fear, “I swear this is the last time you will do such a thing!”

“You will regret it!”, Alys threatened

“Oh will I?”, he mocked, “will you curse me?”

“Not you”, she said with a sick smile, Aemond lost it, he grabbed her by the throat

“Don’t you dare”, he hissed, looking into her green eyes

“I will not harm her, you will do it on your own”, she whispered dangerously, “but what will come your way…”, she giggled then, a sickening, child like laugh, “you will need me Aemond”

“I doubt it”, he growled

“But you will, I have seen it, you will never met happiness”

“Shut up”, he said

“You will have her in body and mind, but you will never have her soul, you will never have her heart”, she spitted out

“I don’t believe you”

“Now you don’t believe me, you certainly did when I told you how to defeat Daemon Targaryen!”, she said, and he pushed her away from him

“I want you gone before sundown or I swear I will kill you”, he said, “I will burn you, I know how much Vhagar hates you”, she looked at him, enraged

“You would have me gone?”

“Yes”, he said bitterly, “be content with being the lady of Harrenhal, or be content with losing your head”, he spitted out, and with a last yearning look, she exited his room. She knew when the battle was lost 

She left the castle, and later that day Dragonstone

She might have loosened Aemond, but she smiled as she found one part of her plan succeeding, planting the seed of anger and fear in Aemond’s heart, her visions were never wrong… 

When you entered the room with the cleaning rag and a bucket of water, Aemond was alone looking out the window

“Leave that”, he commanded, and you looked at him

“What happened?”, you asked, he seemed… different, when he turned you gasped, his eyepatch was gone, instead, a big sapphire shining in the place of where his eye should be

“Does my sight frighten you, my lovely servant girl?”, he asked, and you shook your head, “good, because from now on you will not be my servant anymore”

“Sorry?”, you asked

“You will serve me… in other, more intimates matters”, you shook, taking a step back

“No… please”, you whined, and his face twisted

“I’m not asking”, and you whined, feeling now, truly frightened. 

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x alys rivers #aemond x oc #aemond the kinslayer #aemond targaryen #misguidedmistress #targaryen!oc #targaryen!reader #hbo house of the dragon #house targeryen #house targaryen #house of the dragon

[certaindonutstudent]

Seeing alhaitham's demo make me think about....Drunk Tighnari !!! So let's think about it just a little bit.

Content warning : smut, stablish relationship, alcohol mentions, Drunk! (Or maybe dumb? Maybe very out of context) Tighnari, FEM reader, Collei appears and you take care of her!

Tighnari: Hey Y/N I'm going to Sumeru's city with Cyno, could you please take of collei for tonight? I promise I'll be back very soon tonight.

Y/n: Oh! So you are finally getting so fun? Heh, it's good to see that you are taking breaks after working so much and don't worry collei is safe with me!

Before Tighnari leaves the village he gives you a small note with all the medicine collei should take before bed time.

Tighnari: Did you get all rigth? Please don't mess up anything.

Y/n: Hey please don't think bad about me, I totally understand how to do stuff so now you are going to get out and get some fun, did you get it rigth?

Tighnari: *sigh* you will never change, please take care of you and collei.

Meanwhile Tighnari goes to sumeru's city you and collei had fun for the rest of the evening and part of the night, you make her favorite dish for dinner while teaching her some knowledge of your of the things you're good at! Before bed time you make sure she took all her meds.

Y/n: Don't worry I'll stay here with you until you fall asleep.

Collei: Thank you so much for taking care of me tonight Y/n! You know? Sometimes Master Tighnari and you act like my parents, hehe you two are the best.

You and Tighnari look and act like a parents to her!? A heartbeat skips inside you, of course you got very happy to think about you and him but in this way? It was way to cute for you.

Y/n: I- i think it's time to sleep now! Let me turn the lights off.

Collei: But- but..uh, ok,ok,ok! Good night Y/n!

After a few minutes Collei finally falls asleep, now all you have to do is wait for Tighnari to come home, he said he wouldn't came to late so you return to your room.

The time has passed and it's almost 2 am, didn't he say he would be here earlier? It's to late to be awake so you prepare a small note describing all the things you and Collei did so maybe tomorrow in the morning you two could talk.

You just enter to his room, turning the lights on and sticking the small note to one of his notebooks, meanwhile you heard someone falling in the stairs near to the room.

Y/n: Tighnari!? Are you ok?

Tighnari: Yeah...I'm really fine.

Y/n: Archons...You're supposed to be here more earlier! Did you came here all by yourself!? Where is Cyno!? I though you two where togeth-

Tighnari: shh..you are going to wake everyone here, why not we just talk inside my room?

You are so confused and angry at him, he smelled like alcohol and he was all alone, you couldn't even think how the hell did he even walk all the way the city to the village! But after all you are happy that he is ok.

Tighnari: heh, you are more cute when you scream nonsense about me.

Y/n: what!? You know what you really need to sleep now, it's really late and you don't act like a normal person rigth now.

Tighnari: hmm? Sleeping? Why would I like to sleep now? I have a beautiful person in front of my eyes.

You just got red in seconds, why is he flirting like this? Rigth now? C'mon just don't fall for him it's obvious he wants you.

he catches you by surprise in the back while telling you at your ear..

Tighnari: you are so precious, beautiful and so warm for me..i need you, you have no idea how much I've thinking about you while i was gone with my friends..... I love you

Y/n: *sigh* you will never change heh..i love you too

With a simple kiss was more than anything to affirm you have fall for him again.

Tighnari push you against his wall just to slowly removing your underwear, soft kisses between your lover and you invaded the room, feeling his hard cock against your ass is always a good sign about what is gonna happen next.

He finally unbelt his pants just to let his inching cock inside you. He trusts are so calm and slow he taking his time to enjoy you.

A sweet moan coming from you saying his name scapes from you but you instantly cover your mouth, you two are to nearly of the door what if someone wakes up from your noises and catch you two? Is what crossed your mind but Tighnari whisper to your ears "don't cover your mouth I don't care if someone hear you saying my name, i want everyone to know you are mine and only mine" is he even listing to himself rigth now!? Or is he just so drunk and so lost in your warm insides that he has lost his mind!?

More moans from you could be heard "mo-more please Tighnari more", "faster! Ah!" As it was his duty he start being more faster than before on you.

You can feel how you reach your limit at this point but Tighnari doesn't look to be tired or even reaching his limit, this man has so much stamina dear god.

Y/n: ple- ah, please just cum inside me!

Tighnari didn't hear you, at all and start fucking you more harder, he bites you while saying "mine" you can't anymore you are a point of reaching your limit but the fox boy is still up for doing it, faster and sloppy trusts is all what he does.

Y/n: Please just cum already please.

Tighnari: Its all what you want from me now?

Y/n: Yes! Please! Do it!

Tighnari: heh, you really are cute when you scream and beg for me like this...

Tighnari now grabs your head to put it along side his with one hand while with his other hand tries to still be touching your hips, "cum.." you said as his trust become feral, if it wasn't because it's to late and everyone is sleeping.. maybe you two would have been captured by now, good thing that isn't the case!

One more bite in one of your cheeks before he lets all his seed inside you was enough for you to finally reach your limit too.

You two are so exhausted after having sex so both of you decide to finally going to bed.

The night has passed and Tighnari have just wake up and he finds a small note in his head.

Tighnari: uh? What's this...?

The note says "when you wake up please meet me in my room we need to talk about you getting late and your problems with alcohol"

Tighnari: great..

He moves to just get dressed and he notice another note but this time in his notebook, the note says all the things y/n and collei did, he looks so happy at reading it he almost forgot about getting ready to talk with you he can't get mad all so let's hope that talk gets a happy ending.

I JUST GOT THIS IN MIND AND ???? HELLO BYE very stupid, at first i though it could be a headcanon list of how he act with alcohol with a bit of smut but it ended being a whole fanfic ˙ᵕ˙ anyway good night.

#genshin impact smut #tighnari smut #genshin smut #smut #fem reader #genshin headcanons

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

The Gym Membership - Part 35 (Crosshair)

Summary: The Axe Event continues

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

Well I had a nice day today, someone told me they loved me. Of course, it was an 80 year old patient, but hey I'll take an 'I love you' any day. It was adorable.

So I just noticed that I also just gained 100 extra followers since my last celebration. I'm sitting at 550! To my new followers, WELCOME! To my old, THANK YOU for staying around. I know you have all been patient with my uploads on my other stories, and I do apologize for that. Thank you for sticking, it means a lot. I was thinking of writing at least ten chapters for each story first before I started uploading, but I think I'll just write and upload as we go along, but stick to the 1000 word limit I've set for myself.

If you guys have a different opinion, just drop a line and let me know.

I know I've used this GIF before, but I mean... look at him.

Love oo

Warnings: Liquor, axe throwing discussion, attempts at flirting, very close touching, annoyed, drinking, competition. I think that's it, if I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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Crosshair’s hands clenched by his side, at Rob’s attempt of flirting. It wasn’t so much that Layla was getting hit on that bothered him, it was the way Rob was eyeing her. He could tell his brothers were having issues with this man as well. Crosshair looked at Hunter, a silent agreement they would teach this man a lesson or two. He turned his focus back to Layla and Rob, ready to step in if the occasion called for it.  

Rob’s smile was sweet, but … a little too sweet for my liking, almost as though he was putting on airs, to get me to drop my guard down. He held out his hand expecting me to hold it as he guided me over, however when I didn’t take it, he simply smirked as I walked over and stood beside him. He cleared his throat and handed me one of the three axes he had in his hand. 

I gripped the handle, getting used to the weight, as I tried to align myself with the target.

“All right, beautiful, are you right or left handed?”

“Ummm either and the name’s Layla.”

Rob chuckled, “What’s wrong with beautiful?”

I narrowed my eyes at him, “I’m more than just a pretty face. Not everyone is focused on how they look.”

Crosshair couldn’t help but smile at her stance, he let out a quiet chuckle, a red tint appearing on his ears. 

Rob smiled awkwardly and nodded, clearing his throat, “Right. So Layla, Right or left handed?”

“As I said previously, either.”

“What do you mean either? What are you ambidextrous?”

“Yes.” The statement was plain simple and to the point, yet the look on Rob’s face was one of disbelief and annoyance. 

“Me too” Tech’s voice called out from behind me, I chuckled and high-fived him.

“Oookay…” Rob flipped the one of the two axes in his hand, simply nodding as though all of the sudden he found himself out of his depth. He cleared his throat one more time, before his confident demeanour came back, “Well in that case,” he smiled as he looked into my eyes, “whichever hand you decide to use, use the opposite foot to put forward. Got it.”

“Yup.”

“Great. Now Layla, let’s start with the two-handed technique; it helps if you keep your thumbs lined up, similar to a golf club.”

Crosshair watched as Rob continued instructing her, his eyes laser focused and narrowing as he noticed Rob getting a little too close for his comfort, although Layla didn’t say anything nor did she seem to be reacting much to his presence. A warm angry sensation started to churn in his stomach, when he noticed how Rob shifted to stand behind Layla, gently wrapping his arms around her, as he adjusted her grip on the axe from behind. His head positioned over her shoulder trying to get a better angle to see what she was doing.

He let out a sigh, Layla didn’t look bothered nor had she glanced over to him or anyone else, to ask for help. He turned his focus to his brothers to see what they were doing since they had a total of four lanes. Hunter was helping Zai, even though she really didn’t need it. Wrecker was assisting Mel, although she was simply looking for an excuse to touch his muscles, meanwhile, Echo and Sofie had gone to get pitchers of beer for everyone. 

“If it bothers you why don’t you go over and instruct her?” Tech’s voice was low and full of tension as he spoke to Crosshair. Although things between the two of them had gotten better, there was still a slight bit of tension, mainly because he hadn’t completely forgiven Cross from harbouring such a secret for so long. 

“It’s not bothering me” Cross stated as he took a swig of the beer Echo brought back, after he nodded his thanks.

“Tell that to your clenched fist and jaw.”

“Crosshair, wanna try?” I motioned him over, and held out the axe to him. Rob decided that my complete and utter lack of interest was no longer an entertainment for him, as he finally backed off. 

Cross swallowed the rest of his beer, he swaggered over towards Layla, smirking as he took the axe from her hand; he flipped it back and forth, spinning it in the palm of his hand as he took a step back, from the designated throwing line.  

“Pick a spot” he looked at Layla, a subtle grin on his lips. 

“Sorry?” I was lost at his request, my eyebrow furrowing in confusion.

“On the target” he motioned with his head, “pick a spot.”

I tried to suppress a chuckle at his audacity, “I’m sorry, you want me to pick up a spot on the target? Anywhere?” He nodded, “Oh, okay um … the bullseye.”

“Really?” He quirked his eyebrow, letting out a sigh as he relented. He lined himself up with the target, standing 16 feet from the target, he placed his foot forward, and without even any force he threw the axe and hit the bullseye dead centre.

My jaw dropped open as he hit it dead centre, “W-wow … that’s …” 

“Oh that’s nothing” Hunter chuckled as he came over smacking Cross on the shoulder. He looked at Rob, “Mind if I make a quick doodle?”

“Ugh, sure … go ahead” Rob was shocked as well, he’d been known as the most proficient axe thrower at the company, but even he never moved further than the designated 12 foot throwing line. 

Hunter took a pen and doodled a happy face on the board, it was tiny, he placed it on the third ring, in the upper right hand corner. “Alright, Cross, that’s your target.” He gave a proud smile as he walked away from the target. 

Cross waited until the area was clear and safe for him. Tech gave him a glass of a beer, he took a swig before handing it back to his younger brother. Nodding his thanks. He released the axe before anyone was the wiser, nailing his target dead centre.

“Whoa!” Zai couldn’t hold back her admiration. 

“That’s crazy” Mel smirked

“That’s just luck,” Rob offered.

Wrecker chuckled, “Do you know how many people say that?”

“There’s no way, he hit it.” 

“Why don’t we have a friendly match?” Crosshair offered, as his toothpick swished from side to side. 

“You’re on”

Rob took the spot beside Crosshair, picking up his axe, “Call it”

“Very well, the blue dot on the right corner, the ten pointer”

“Done” Rob stood at his mark, his back straight, he lifted his arm and threw the axe, hitting the ten pointer, dead centre.

Cross nodded at his opponent, “Not bad. For someone standing on the line.” He mocked.

“Why not draw a target for me, we’ll see who the better thrower is.” 

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If you r still taking requests headcanons for superfam yandere pls ? 💙❤💛

Yeah! I sure can do that! You are the first one asking for them so congratulations and thank you!

Even though I've mentioned I'll be just writing about Jon and Clark Kent but I'll add other family members as well for some specific headcanons like this one. But please, dear anon, remember to send a more specific request if you want to send requests in the future!

(Gif my unknown)

Out of all people a family welcomed you with open arms, and your life changed ever since...

It all started when you met Jon at the Wayne Manor. You were Duke's childhood friend, and now you helped him and Tim to upgrade their fighting techniques. As a young well-known champion in martial arts, and a person that didn't want to get involved with hero work but still wanted to help who saved the day, you were an accomplished person in their late teen years.

You bumped into the boy and oh God wasn't he the cutest thing you had ever seen? The 10-year-old boy stared at you with his large blue eyes, stunned as you apologized for being careless as you patted his head smiling at the feeling of his bouncy curls. Damian had to smack the boy to make him get back to reality.

"The name is Jon!" He said loudly as he shook hands with you, squeezing your hand tightly. "Nice to meet you, Jon, I've heard about you...you must be Damian's best friend right?" "We just patrol togetherrrrrr!" Damian said, annoyed with how it was obvious that he and Jon were close. "I'm Y/N...I do apologize for not seeing you here..." you were going to continue talking when Duke called for you, so you left Jon and his friend alone with a quick apology, not knowing what was going on in Jon's mind.

After that Jon would show up in the manor whenever you were there, following you around with a big silly smile on his face, asking you to teach him how to fight as well. After telling you his father had allowed it you accepted, now having the boy stick to your side, all the time, poor Damian had to pull him out of the dojo to make him snap out of the trance he was in or Jon was going to babble about everything and anything while you instructed him. But you didn't mind that at all, Jon was so cute and energetic that you enjoyed spending your days with him.

"Y/N you know Thanksgiving is close right?" Jon said as he floated in the air "Yeah?" "My mom said you should come to spend Thanksgiving with us!" He said as he opened his arms, hitting your head with the back of his hand accidentally "Oh sorry sorry sorry!" Jon was quick to hug your head while he still floated, making you chuckle "I'm fine, but if you keep squeezing my neck like this I'll suffocate!" Jon let go of you, waiting for your reaction to what he had said "I didn't know you had told about me to your mother Jon..." you said, teasing the boy, you liked your privacy and you had told him before that he shouldn't tell everything about you to his family, he babbled a lot, so it was not possible for him to be a secretive person. He shyly would nod, making you chuckle "I'll think about it" "Yay!"

But the truth was far from what you had thought, the invitation was planned, and it was going to be the first step of you meeting the Kents. Kents knew you way before Jon had met you in person, Clark had his eyes on you since the time you had helped Kara in one of the few missions you were involved in. At first, it was just interesting to Clark to keep an eye on you from time to time, you two even had met before and shared some good conversations. It was just a simple friendship between the man of steel and you, or it was what Clark thought before Jon met you as well.

Lios and Karen found it cute how Jon talked of you as if you were an angel from above. Kara even had teased Jon about having a crush on you to which the boy had yelled "NOT AT ALL THEY'RE JUST MY FRIEND!" Every day that passed the family got more intrested in meeting you, you were strong and charming, and Jon loved being close to you, so, Lios like the good mother she was, helped his son to plan about having you meet the family, and what excuse was better than the upcoming Thanksgiving? And you had taken the bait.

How did you manage to survive Jon's tackle hug when you showed up in front of Kent's house is still a mystery, the boy nearly crushed your bones when he squeezed you in delight. That was when you met Clark's gaze again, those deep blue eyes gleaming as you smiled at him. The family seemed to be happy having you there, they were pretty decent and nice for a family of superheroes.

"It was good to meet you Y/N," Clark said as he shook hands with you, his large hand dwarfing yours. "I enjoyed your company as well Mr. Kent, thank you for inviting me!" "Oh please! Call me Clark, feel free to come back whenever you want!" "Can you come back tomorrow?" Jon aid as his head popped out of his room's window, he was listening, in fact, everyone in the house was listening to your conversation. "No Jonny, you know coming to your place takes a lot of time!" You gently scolded your student, making him pout. "What about the weekend?" Clark asked, surprising you. You looked at him, humming to yourself. "I would bother you-" "You are no bother dear...we enjoy having you around." Your heart melted at those words, "I try to..." Clark smiled as he squeezed your hand tighter.

From that night you were going back and forth between metropolis and Gotham, meeting the Kents every week. Thankfully your job gave you excuses to explain your trips to metropolis, you were getting used to meeting The Kents and they had started to root for you so hard that those roots had become unshakable before you could even notice. How could you? You enjoyed yourself so much when you were with them that you couldn't even tell. How could you tell Clark had asked Bruce to make your job require to stay in metropolis? You worked for Bruce after all! How could you tell that the Kents watched after you without you even noticing? There was no chance of you guessing what was behind those innocent smiles and hugs?

Lois treated you like you were Jon's sibling, pampering scolding you if necessary. You got used to her food quickly that eating out seemed dull to you. Just the way she smiled at you when she told you to turn around so she could see if the sweater she had knitted for you fit you well enough or not made your heart warm. Karen was the aunt you never had, along with Kara, they two dragged you around wherever they went, making you feel like you were a part of their family from the start. Bizzaro was like a cute puppy, but one the size of a tank who could crush you with using just his fingers, he liked to solve puzzles with you or have you read him stories. Krypto liked to join in as well and you had to deal with "trying to not wake them both up challenge" when they fell asleep next to you. Conner found you fascinating, he had so many things to learn and you were there to help him whenever he needed help. You both made good pancakes, well, before he got good at making them he has blew the whole kitchen a few times. Clark, oh Clark was obsessed from the beginning, but you didn't mind, how could you refuse his fatherly affection? The time you spent together working on the farm was the best moment of your life. He was fun to talk to and he always listened when you needed to talk, you had opened up to him quicker than the others, besides Jon, who followed you around like a duckling.

It was nice, too nice to be real actually. And the fun ended when you had told them you were going to leave the country.

"What?" Clark asked as his eyes widened, "You know Mr.Kent, sometimes people should leave their lives behind to make better ones, you always had told me that!" Clark hated it when you used his surname "But I didn't mean it like you leaving everything you have built here behind!" "I don't have anything here..." you sighed, "What about us?" Clark said as he walked to you "Us?" You asked, now confused "Yes! What about us! Me! Lois, Jon, Kara, conner, everyone! You are going to leave your friends behind?" You mentally winced at hearing that "I have to keep my reputation as a champion Mr.Kent...I can't risk losing it right now...my future depends on it!"

Clark couldn't believe his ears, now that everything was going to settle down and get better, you were going to leave them? He had started planning to find a place for you close to his family so he could keep an on you all the time, and now you were talking about a future without him and his family evolved? He couldn't have that! You could get harmed when he's not there to help you, he loved you like you were his child! How could he let you go?

He talked to his family about your decision, making everyone go through a turmoil of sadness, you knew they wouldn't like it, that was why you just had told Clark so he could share this with his family. And they didn't accept it the way you had expected.

Everything seemed normal, and it was strange to you. None of them acknowledged the fact that you were going to leave. And if you had reminded them about it they would just say they "knew" about it, you didn't suspect anything, thinking they had finally accepted it, and it ease your mind, but you didn't know what was going to come.

You were driving to the airport in hurry, Kara had talked on the phone for too long, and it had distracted you. Your flight would leave in half an hour and you were not there to check-in! Your mind was filled with worried thoughts about your journey, not noticing the truck coming your way and missing some of its tires, hitting your car and making it fall off the road, the sheer power of the blow you had had your head making you black out.

You woke up, in pain. Finding yourself in the white room of a hospital. You had a hard time remembering what had happened, but thankfully Clark and Lois were there to help you. You had teared up seeing them, Hugging Clark's arm as he shushed you, the fear you had felt during the accident now breaking loose. Your both legs were broken several times, and one of your wrists was like that as well, you had lost your chance for chasing your dream, but thankfully Kents and Waynes were there to help you. Lois insisted on taking care of you herself while you were in the hospital, convincing you to let them build a new portion of the house of them so you could move in with them. They were there for you tending to your every need, Clark even surprised you by saying that he and Lois had adopted you even if you were an adult already. This way you could be a part of their family so you wouldn't feel left out. It was all a nightmare ending in a sweet dream, or so it seemed...

Your mind was incapable of remembering Superman's figure in your car's mirror, as he held a metallic bar in hand. Later the police report would say the tires were pierced by something hard like metal and it had made the truck lose its balance and hit your car, but the report never get to you. Clark had taken care of it.

#blue answers #yandere super family #yandere superman #yandere clark kent #yandere super boy #yandere jon kent #yandere Lois lane #yandere karen starr #yandere kara zor-el #yandere power girl #yandere supergirl #yandere conner kent #yandere x reader #yandere headcanon #yandere krypto

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Ghosts aren't real - Robert "Bob" Floyd x reader

Summary: You never really believed in ghosts, but after the weirdness of the past few days you're starting to. On Halloween night, after a shift at the Hard Deck, you talk about it and Bob offers to come home with you, willing to find a logical explanation or catch whatever is haunting you.

A/N: I've been slightly blessed with writer's block, yet somehow got the idea for this fic and wrote it in just over a day 🥴 Hopefully I'll get the other's I'm working on out soon, but for now here is this little Halloween treat 🎃 (It's not also so late it's technically not Halloween anymore where I am but shhh) I wish Rhett occasionally wore glasses 'cause it would make the gif fit more but uugh, I guess it will do

Words: 6k

As always, requests are open and comments are very much appreciated! Thank you for reading and hope you're all having a good day ♡

You felt like you were going crazy. 

Your doorbell ringing with no one in sight, the tv turning on and off even when you were nowhere close to the remote, the motion sensor outside turning on when no one was there. And it didn’t help that all of this was happening in the week leading up to Halloween, the pumpkin and skeleton decorations only adding to your weariness. 

Luckily nothing seemed to happen in the night, only in the hours that lead to it, leaving you to sleep somewhat peacefully. Still, getting home from work each evening left you with a sense of… not quite dread, but something along those lines.

You had talked about it at the Hard Deck before everything started happening, which only made this feel like a wicked joke from the universe or a ghost that had taken you as its victim after your talk with them.

”Didn’t sleep?” Hangman asked you, leaning over the counter as you prepared their usual order.  You smiled when you opened Bob’s lemonade, still finding it cute how he never drank alcohol and always opted for the citrusy drink. “Watched a horror film last night.” You explained with a sigh, “I’m not usually afraid, but I kept feeling like I’d open my eyes to find a ghost staring at me.”  You laughed along when he did, rolling your eyes when he slapped a hand over his thigh, still laughing. “Scared of ghosts?” He asked, making you shake your head in answer as you placed the last bottle on the tray. “Not quite. Ghosts aren’t real.” You explained with a chuckle, as if it was obvious, “But after a horror film it’s easy to forget about my lack of belief.”  He smirked, playfully saluting you before heading back to the pool table, handing everyone their drink and taking hold of a cue stick, challenging whoever dared play against him, Coyote not backing out but accepting the challenge, smirking back at him.  Bob turned to look at you, raising his drink your way with a smile that you returned, loving that he always thanked you, even if Hangman was the one bringing him his drink and this was, after all, part of your job.

A few days after that, things started happening. First it was small things, the gust of wind past your window sounding a little too loud, the scrape of wood against the glass sounding like fingernails, all things that were only scary because of the connections your mind decided to make, but then the tv started turning on and off and the lights outside turning on when no one was even near your porch.

It wasn’t extreme, wouldn’t happen more than once or twice a night, but it started making you wonder, the spooky season only adding to it, with its great selection of horror films each night, amazing both for the entertainment of them and for plaguing your mind with the wonder of what could be haunting your home.

It was Monday morning, and as you looked in the mirror you did everything you could do to make you look less tired and more pretty, doing a simple Halloween makeup for the day, happy that your shift didn’t start until three, ending at nine and leaving you to spend the last hours of the night with your favorite squad, looking forward to teasing Hangman and Rooster and gossip with Phoenix, maybe talk a little to Fanboy or Bob.  Penny had prepared a small witch hat clip you could clip on your head, so you chose a cute black dress, simple black tights and your favorite black boots, looking badass enough to kick whatever ghost was haunting you while also looking pretty enough to maybe find the courage to flirt a little with your lemonade-drinking crush.

Time to leave rolled by quickly enough, and glancing in the mirror you smiled at the reflection, loving the outfit and having worn it as it was on many occasions, but the little witch hat waiting for you at the Hard Deck definitely the perfect choice to elevate the look.

“You look great!” Penny exclaimed when you walked in, twirling when she saw you walking in to show you her own outfit, the dark red dress fitting her perfectly and the little horns she wore to match completing the look. “Look at you!” You smiled, holding a hand out to squeeze her shoulder, “Mav’s going to lose his mind.” You joked, nudging her softly. The look she sent your way made you laugh, and when she patted your shoulder you smiled, lowering your head so she could clip the little hat in place, leaving it resting comfortably on one side of your head. You glanced at the reflection in the mirror, loving the little addition, handmade by Penny the day before.  “So,” she started explaining, pointing around the different parts of the bar, “decorations are sort of put up, we have to add a few more by the pool tables, near the darts, but only what won’t be ruined by whoever has bad aim, and down on the porch.”  You nodded, getting to work with the decorations, one of your favorite parts of the holiday, the little skeletons and pumpkins and spiders, a good mix between cute and creepy as you hung them and placed them around the space. It would all look tied in together when the sun would set, leaving the candles and fairy lights to set the mood. 

You and Penny ended up chatting for most of the afternoon, the first few clients walking in around the time the sun set, some of them complimenting the decorations, others pretending to be spooked, giving the two of you a thumbs up.  “You’re on until 9pm, then you can go with your sailors.” Penny said with a playful glance once the few orders had been taken care of, reminding you about the deal you and her had for Halloween, knowing how much you enjoyed it and wanting you to have fun while still working, since you had insisted. She also knew about your little crush and teased you relentlessly for it, always urging you to do something about it because of how cute you and Bob would look together.  “Yeah, yeah.” You muttered, turning over to prepare a pint for an old regular, a retired man by now but a good pilot years ago, his years of service shown by the wrinkles on his face and the badges that still adorned his jacket. “Here you go, Paul.” You said softly, handing him his drink.

“Well, well, well. You clean up nicely.” Hangman said loudly the second he walked in, interrupting your small talk with Paul as Coyote, Phoenix and Bob followed behind him, all of them looking you up and down with a smile. You always got along with Hangman, always answering back and never backing down, telling him when he was being a jerk and ringing the bell on him when he was being nothing but annoying.  “Why, thank you, Bagman, and what are you supposed to be?” You asked, leaning over the counter and smirking, the fangs in his mouth, pale skin, exposed veins and bloodied shirt giving a pretty clear idea. “Yeah, he’s original as always.” Spoke Phoenix from behind him, slipping ahead and sitting on one of the free bar stools, placing a little Frankenstein’s Monster plushie on the counter. “You’re one to speak, Doctor.” Hangman scoffed, clearly not having noticed the plushie. “It’s Frankenstein.” She said, rolling her eyes and smiling at you when you placed her drink in front of her, not needing her to order anymore, knowing her choices by now. “Why don’t you have the scar and green skin then?” He asked, as if she was the one in the wrong, still oblivious. “Frankenstein’s the doctor.” You and Bob both said in unison, making Phoenix smirk up at you, another person that had figured out your not-so-secret crush. “Which, arguably, the real monster.” Bob added, knowing that the small freckles drawn on his cheeks were doing nothing to hide his blush. “Good observation, Milo.” You smiled his way, handing him his lemonade.

You loved his costume, not far from his usual attire, wearing a beige tank top and khaki green pants, the easiest clue as to who he was dressed as being the round frames resting on his nose and his hair parted in the middle, always having loved Milo as a character.  His mouth fell open, a silent oh slipping from his lips that only made his blush darken, earning a chuckle from Coyote, his makeup matching Hangman’s, with the only addition of a bite mark on his neck. “He didn’t think anyone would get who he was.” Coyote explained, raising his drink your way in a silent cheer.  “Yeah, I mean who the hell knows about Milo?” Hangman asked, practically draping himself over the stool. “Clearly not you, you didn’t even know about Frankenstein.” You joked, earning a scoff from the blond aviator. “What’s up with your neck?” You then asked Coyote, looking at him instead of granting Hangman more than a glance as you pointed at the two little bite marks, odd on a vampire.  “I can answer this one.” Hangman proudly announced, sitting up straight. “The one thing he knows.” Bob muttered, his voice low enough for you to hear.

No one else seemed to, anyway, making your laughter seem out of place, yet Bob seemed to appreciate it, always loving when he got you to smile or laugh, a personal accomplishment he carried close to his heart. “We decided that I’d clearly be the first one to turn into a vampire, being the jock and all, but as a vampire I’d definitely turn Coyote with me. He’s my best friend, if I’m living forever, he’s suffering along.” He said, landing a loud smack on Coyote’s arm, the other man looking like he was ready to fight back. “I’m kinda surprised to see how much thought went into that, Count Bagman.” You bowed lightly, hoping he’d get at least this reference. He chuckled, tilting his head to the side and smirking as he always did, pointing to the pool tables. “Count Hangman has to show these people how to get beaten by him at pool, will you join us later?”  “Yep. Shift finishes at nine, so I’ll be there around then.” You replied, checking that no other clients needed a refill or wanted to order. “Pretty good. See you in a few hours then!” Phoenix said with a smile, walking her way to the pool table and standing on one end, rolling the sleeves of her white coat up. She looked effortlessly cool, the black dress under the coat suiting her perfectly, and the fishnets were a fun touch, making her look the coolest out of the group of monsters and ghouls that were sitting around the table. “I’ll see you later.” Added Bob softly, giving you a little nod as he made his way to join her, smiling when he heard you shout a see you later, Milo! his way. 

Nine pm rolled by quickly, making you sigh in relief when you sat by Nat’s side, joining the conversation effortlessly as you sipped on your drink. It hadn’t been a long shift per se, the bigger part of the work starting an hour before your shift ended, but you were glad to be on the other side of the counter and surrounded by your friends, finally catching up to their stories once more. “So,” Nat spoke after finishing her conversation with Fanboy, leaning more into your side, “Gonna talk to Bob?” “What?” You asked, never having mentioned that you would, too scared of ruining the perfectly great friendship you had built to risk it. “Oh, c’mon. You’ve both been staring at each other all night, and he couldn’t help but keep that blush on his cheeks after you called him Milo. He likes you too.” You shushed her, nudging her back. You wouldn’t talk to him, no, even if you knew that eventually your feelings would bubble out. That, or everyone that knew would carry on looking at you with that teasing or pitiful look. Either way, you could deal with it. “What about you, Nat?” you teased instead, tugging lightly at her white coat, “Got your eyes set on anyone tonight?” She looked around the room, taking a sip from her drink when she found who she was looking for. Following the direction of her gaze, you immediately could tell who she was looking for, the sparkling red dress hard to miss. “Wow. She’s really your type.” “There’s a lot of pretty people tonight.” She defended, looking around, “But yeah, she’s really my type.” She repeated, chuckling against you, setting her empty glass down. “Go order another cocktail. She’s near the bar and probably will come over, and if not…” “If not I don’t chicken out on my feelings like some of my friends.” She muttered, winking at you as she stood, grabbing her glass and making her way to the bar, her eyes darting to the woman as she did, not going unnoticed.  With Natasha chatting to the mystery woman, and you perched on the pool table, jokingly judging each single one of Hangman’s hits, you soon grew tired of the loud music and chatter, needing a moment with some quiet and fresh air. “Count?” You called after he stopped cheering, his smirk still plastered on his face when he moved to look at you, raising an eyebrow. “Yes?” He drawled, resting some of his weight on the cue stick. “Heading out for some fresh air.” He nodded, his smirk dropping to a sincere smile. Your friendship with Hangman wasn’t free of arguments or tense moments, but he always looked out for you, and telling him when you were stepping out of the Hard Deck was one of the things he had asked you to mention, after spending a night with his heart in his throat when he couldn’t find you, the crowds thick and hard to get through. He found you eventually, hiding just by the porch after the overcrowded rooms grew too loud and rowdy, needing the moment of break before heading back in to finish the last hour of your shift. 

The porch was full of people, some dressed up and others in regular clothes, so you sneaked further ahead, on the sand, looking at the waves crash and turn into foam, the warm glow of the moon making everything more special. You felt someone sit next to you after some time had passed, looking up to see Bob and smiling at the sight, resting your head on his shoulder, the sound of the waves repetitive enough to make your eyes grow heavy.

“Enjoying the party?” He asked, voice hushed after having to talk so loudly over the music and the chatter. “Yeah. Just needed some fresh air.” You said softly, eyes still closed as you stifled a yawn. He chuckled, grabbing a handful of sand and watching it slip past his fingers, “you sound tired.”  “Haven’t been sleeping too well.” You muttered, lifting your head from his shoulder so that you could look at him. “How come?” He asked quickly, his expression growing slightly worried, something that did nothing to help your quick heartbeat. “Oh, well… I mean, it sounds stupid.” You said with a laugh, his serious expression making you go on as you shuffled, crossing your legs as you fully turned to look at him, your knees resting against his when he mirrored your position. “It started a few nights ago. Things are slightly weird at home, and I know it sounds stupid but it almost feels like there’s a ghost haunting me.” 

He looked at you for a moment, expression serious, before his lips twisted upwards, a quiet laugh bubbling from him, easily going unnoticed had it not been for the movement of his shoulders.

You placed your hands over them, holding them down as if that could stop his laughing fit, starting to laugh with him when his hands flew up to grip onto your arms for support, head tilted forward as he tried catching his breath.

“Sorry,” he muttered, looking up to find your face inches away from his, his blush returning as quickly as yours, laughter slowly dying, even if his smile remained. “Sorry.” He repeated, pulling back. “It’s just, the other day you said that ‘ghosts aren’t real’.” You didn’t think he had heard, considering he was all the way at the pool tables. Or was he? You tried thinking back, not remembering him anywhere near Hangman. “Stealth pilot, yeah.” He answered, almost replying to your question. “You didn’t see me, but I had gone to the bathroom. I had just walked past Hangman when you said that.” He continued his explanation, a playful look in his eyes. “Huh. Impressive.” You replied, letting your hands fall on his knees for a moment only, not resisting the touch. “But yeah, a ghost is haunting me, look at that.”  “What kind of haunting?” He asked, suddenly curious. He had always enjoyed paranormal programs, ghost hunting and the likes, even if he was a non-believer, simply not finding the idea of ghosts, ghouls or demons realistic. “Tv turning on and off, motion sensor light activating when no one’s there, doorbell ringing when no one’s there, … oh, weird sounds. Stuff like that.”  “I feel like most of that can be explained. Maybe you need to switch your batteries out?” He offered, still finding the whole situation hilarious. “Sure, everything started happening at the same time four days ago because all of my batteries are dead.”  “Almost dead.” He corrected. “Okay, almost dead.” You said, rolling your eyes, “but if that ghost decides to kill me tonight, my life’s on you.” You joked, this time watching him roll his eyes. “Okay, okay, well, I…” he rarely was shy around you, having grown used to your presence and humor and having hung out enough to truly consider you a friend, but he looked a little uncertain as he spoke, this time. “I could come over, if you’d like. Watch a scary film, catch the ghost, eat candy and tell each other some scary stories.”  “You really don’t want me to sleep, huh?” You jokingly said, pushing his shoulder back to tease him. 

“Floyd planning on keeping you up all night?” Phoenix spoke, draping her arms around your shoulders, her words carrying the sweet smell of the strawberry cocktail she was sipping on.  “Nat.” You heard him whisper, sending her a warning glance. You understood the connotation of her words, knowing they were a silent dig at you, not at him. After all, you were the one with the crush. “I have a ghost at home and he offered to help me catch it.” You said looking up at her, her head slipping from resting on the top of your head to rest against your cheek instead. She clearly was a little drunk, taking the chance to be since they had the next day off, and she became a little more clingy than usual when she was.  “Ah, of course he did.” She smirked, and even if you couldn’t see that you could perfectly see Bob’s reaction, his eyes begging her to be quiet while her words tinted his cheeks to the color of her drink. “Well, good look with that.” She mumbled, sending Bob a wink as she slipped back inside, the door clinking as it closed behind her.

You sat in silence for a moment, looking up at the stars, the salty air kissing your skin. He kept his eyes on you, unable to peer them away from your lips, their dark colour suiting you so well.  He truly was bewitched.

“I love the night.” You whispered, looking back down at him. He looked so cute, his hair parted differently and glasses big and round, suiting him almost as much as his regular glasses did. But it was the blue and red neon lights from the Hard Deck that completed the scene, casting purple highlights on his skin, his look almost ethereal, somehow. “Can I take a picture of you?” You asked quietly when he only nodded at your statement, watching him stutter out an answer. “Well, I-… I mean, sure, I just- I… don’t usually look good.”  You pulled up your phone, looking at him through the viewfinder and snapping the first picture, his eyes still wide from your question. “You’re very photogenic, Bob, and you do look good.”  You snapped another picture after speaking your words, his smile genuine in the second snapshot. “Look.” You said, turning the phone his way to show him, his eyes still on you. “Can we take a photo together?” He asked you, this time. You had few photos with Bob, always getting lost in the moments you shared with him, often enjoying the time together too much to remember to document it with a picture. “Sure.” You said, standing to sit next to him, handing him your phone as you rested your head on his shoulder, smiling at the camera. 

It was a cute picture, one you surely would print to hang on your wall, his smile soft matching your own, except you both were secretly looking at each other, the cause of your smile kept a secret from one another.

“I like myself next to you.” He said softly, studying the photo on your phone.  It was a simple comment, but it still made you blush, the honesty behind it. You stayed like that for a little while longer, resting your head on his shoulder, stifling a yawn when the tiredness snuck up on you again. “Tired?” He whispered, lowering his hand to meet yours, interlocking your fingers together and squeezing them once out of reflex, feeling how well they fit together. “A little.” You mumbled back, smiling up when you looked at him, his lips a little too close for you to think anything other than how easy it would be to reach up and kiss them.  “Let’s go then.” He said, breaking your thought process and tugging you up with him, his hand never leaving yours. You walked hand in hand in hand, ignoring Phoenix’s look and smirk and just squeezing his hand once, walking towards the rest of the squad to wish them a good night. 

He held your hand all the way to your home, thankful that it wasn’t too far, considering that the pretty heels you were wearing that were slowly starting to hurt, but you ended up wishing it was a longer way when his hand slipped out of yours, setting on the small of your back as you opened the door and inviting him in, taking his jacket and leading him to the couch. “Would you like something to drink? I have lemonade.” You offered cheerfully, this whole routine familiar from the many late night chats and occasional movie nights you had shared. 

You always made sure to be stocked up, occasionally buying different ones to try to find his favorite, keeping some snacks you knew he liked too, knowing he’d never request anything specific but slowly picking up on what his favorites were. “I’d love that.” He said with a small nod, leaning back and resting his head, grabbing a hold of the remote when you handed it to him. 

With the drinks set on the table you sat by his side, going through the movies being shown and settling on a cheesy horror, more than happy to chat rather than watch jocks and cheerleaders being killed one by one. “I’ll put the remote over there, so if the ghost decides to turn the tv off there’s no doubt about it being one of us.” You said with a smirk, choosing to joke about this, no matter how much nervousness it had caused you over the past few days. “Sure. But what if the ghost doesn’t appreciate our film choice?” He teased, pulling his tongue out at you. “Then said ghost will have to suck it up.” 

You sat on the sofa, your legs resting on his as the movie played, the blonde cheerleader screaming as she ran away from the killer, the scene cliché enough to not even phase you. “Do you think you’d survive in a horror film?” You asked him after a while, lifting your head to look at him. “People barely see me most of the time, so hopefully a killer also wouldn’t.” He chuckled, hand resting on your leg, the warmth of his hand making your skin buzz beneath it. “I see you.” You said, wishing you were closer to hold his hand, or show him that you cared, somehow. “I know.” He said honestly, smiling.  You kept his eyes on him, feeling like maybe you could say something, but the doorbell went off, making your legs jolt away from his, suddenly feeling tense again. “I’ll go check.” He said, standing and moving towards the door, feeling your hand grip his arm after less than a step. “Not letting you go alone.” You mumbled, knowing he was wondering why you had joined him.  And just like each night, the door was opened to reveal nobody there, the chilly air making its way into the apartment.

Bob took another step forward, stepping outside and keeping you behind him, shielding you from whatever was waiting in the dark. “Hello?” He called out, shushing you when you laughed. “What?” He asked you then, looking at you curiously. “Think you’ll need a ouija board if you want to talk to it.”  “Maybe it wouldn’t be angry if you stopped calling it it.” He said back, pulling his tongue out at you. “You just called it it too.” You argued, smirking up at him. “Guess we’ll just have to be haunted together, then.” He teased, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulder instead.

You felt so comfortable in his arms, so safe, and even if you wouldn’t reveal it to him, you couldn’t help the feeling blooming in your chest, and you mentally cursed when you reached the coach again, thinking that he’d let you go, but he didn’t, making you rest on his chest instead as you watched the unfortunate future of those teens, too dumb to make any right choices, it seemed.

He chuckled at the exaggerated scream another character let out, holding onto you as he did. You could barely concentrate, too focused on how it felt to be in his arms, how his heart sounded under your cheek, how his arm was wrapped protectively around you.  You looked up again, taking in how he looked in these lights, the colors changing as the film went on, his lips settled into a relaxed smile, his blue eyes shining bright.  He looked down at you, eyes darting between your eyes and your lips, feeling time slow down. Yet you both looked up when the detective on the screen shouted “Hands up!”, the volume sounding louder that it initially had, making you jolt as the killer was soon to be revealed. You held your breath in, not really for the revelation that was about to happen on the screen, but for what had almost happened between you and Bob. 

Your eyes were trailed on the tv, too afraid to look anywhere else as the killer was slowly getting illuminated by the police lights, the camera panning up, reaching higher and higher until…

The tv turned off. 

You glanced at the screen, seeing the remote resting near it, glancing up at Bob to prove what you meant. “See? I didn’t turn it off.” You huffed, cheeks still red from the almost-kiss, even if now the paranormal was back in mind.  “This is the most annoying ghost. Right before we get to find out who the killer is.” He muttered, head turning to the side when he saw the motion light turn on.  “Huh.” He hummed at that, furrowing his eyebrows. You tried not to mind that he seemed so normal, unable to see his cheeks in the dark, but still, he didn’t seem bothered by you two almost kissing. Were you reading too much into this? “You see, motion lights usually die when the batteries do, and ghosts wouldn’t activate them, technically.” He said, suddenly an expert ghost hunter. “Which means…?” You trailed on, not liking where this was going. “That this is a person.” 

His expression switched from a softer one to a harsher one, seeing what Natasha had once described to you as his “serious look”, one he only donned while taking notes about important maneuvers, up in the air and when he felt in danger.

Only this time he didn’t feel in danger, he felt like you were, which was worse.

“You stay here.” He said sternly, pushing you back against the couch, both of his hands holding your shoulders, not wanting you to move. He was going to deal with this. “I’m going out.” It wasn’t a question, and his eyes were focused, cold, as he looked at you once again, gaze falling to the window behind you, looking over the garden. “You stay here.” He repeated, studying your face for one moment longer before standing and walking out back, his steps quiet enough that you didn’t even hear as he descended the stairs. You couldn’t get his eyes out of your head, how different they looked when they sensed danger, how quickly he leaped into action, how he glanced at your lips once more before going out the door. You cursed yourself for not moving sooner, getting distracted instead by the tv when what you had been waiting for was finally happening. 

A scream broke the silence, and your train of thought, mainly, yet not close to Bob’s, meaning it must’ve been the mystery man.  It was when his name was said that you realized who was in your garden.  “Bob?” you heard coming from outside. 

Hangman.

You had been scared of Hangman.  Not a ghost, not a demon, not even a creep that had decided on scaring you around Halloween. 

No, Hangman.

“What the hell are you doing here? Ow! Ow, ow, Bob, wait!”  You stood, knowing that there was no danger anymore, standing at your door with your arms crossed. You watched as Bob dragged Hangman by the ear up to your front porch, the scene funny enough to make you smile. “Happy Halloween!” He said, trying to free himself from Bob’s hold. “Dick move, Hangman.” You spoke, giving a small nod to Bob, fine with letting him go now, but Bob shook his head, pulling on his ear, making him hiss at the tug. “Dude!” “Apologize.” Bob said back, set on not letting him go until he did. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, looking more annoyed than sorry. “Did that sound sincere to you?” Bob asked you, his eyes finding yours with a sweetness they had lost when the motion light had turned on, determination having taken its place.  “Not really, no.” You said, playing along. You didn’t really mind, seeing Bob holding Hangman by the ear enough of an apology for you. Actually, this was a great image. You raised a finger, telling Bob to wait a moment, running to the couch and grabbing your phone, opening the camera as you walked out, snapping a picture of the scene. “Oh, c’mon.” He grumbled, trying to pull away. “Apologize once more and you’re free.” Bob said, smirking at you when he saw you were still pointing the phone at them. “I’m sorry.” He said again, this time his tone was deemed sincere enough, making Bob let go of him.

He straightened up, wiping his shirt down in a theatrical manner, swinging the cloak behind his back like a truly ridiculous vampire. “How did you do it all?” You asked, not really out of curiosity, but because you needed to make sure it didn’t happen again.  “Universal remote for your tv. Doorbell was… me ringing your doorbell and hiding.”  “Like a child.” Bob muttered as you nodded along. “Motion sensor was an accident. I just happen to be a physical being.”  You chuckled, shaking your head. “Go enjoy your night, instead of ruining mine.” you said, still annoyed but less so now that you knew what, or who, was causing all of the weirdness.  “No more?” Bob asked, not wanting to be disturbed anymore tonight and not wanting you to get disturbed in the future. “Promise I’ll stop. It just felt funny with the whole ‘ghosts aren’t real’ talk.” Bob hummed, pushing Jake away with a quick good night, having had enough of him.  He reached you and closed the door behind the two of you, smiling when he saw your relief. “We never found out who the killer was.” You muttered, breaking the silence. “No, but we caught the ghost.” He joked, his hand reaching up to rest on your cheek, making your breath get stuck in your throat once again, the touch new and foreign. 

You were great friends, and often cuddled, held hands or simply rested on each other, it wasn’t new, but this was, feeling more intimate somehow. “There’s something else I never found out.” He whispered, thumb rubbing your cheek softly as you looked at him, his blue eyes peering into yours once more. “What?” You asked, eyes glancing at his lips before focusing back on the shade of blue you loved so much. “If we were going to kiss.” 

He waited, smiling when you nodded, glancing at his lips again.

“Can I kiss you now?” He asked after another moment, leaning a little closer, leaving you to close the distance between the two of you.  “Yes.” You hummed, pushing yourself up to meet his lips, taking a deep breath when you felt him against you, the hand that wasn’t holding your cheek slipping around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your arms rose to wrap around his shoulders, smiling against his lips when you felt him melt into you, all of that nervousness you had held when it came to him leaving the second he deepened the kiss, pulling away to look at you again, the thumb grazing your cheek falling over your lips, tracing where his had just been. He chuckled, resting his forehead against your own. “So, I promised you a scary movie, and we watched one. Promised to catch a ghost, and we caught him.” He spoke matter of factly, tilting his head to the side, “That leaves…” “Candies and scary stories.” you said, quoting his earlier words. “Now, as much as I don’t think there’s anything as sweet as you…” he trailed on, laughing when you scoffed at his words. “You’re so cheesy.” You said softly, dropping your arms to rest at his waist, holding him close to you.

He tilted his head, reaching down to press a feather-light kiss on your lips, not getting enough of it now that he knew what it felt like.  “I’ll grab some snacks, and we can snuggle on the couch?” You offered, untangling from him and immediately missing him, walking towards the cabinet to grab a few different things, from savory to sweet, along with another bottle of your drinks, the taste of his lemonade still lingering on your lips. “I’d love that, yeah.”  He moved back, grabbing a fluffy blanket and placing it on his legs, waiting for you to place everything on the table before enveloping you in it, his strong arms wrapped around you as he kissed you again. “Out of all the trick or treating I’ve done, this is definitely the best treat.” He whispered as he pulled away, gaze raking over your features before leaning back towards you, your lips meeting his again as you giggled, pulling him closer still against you, not wanting to let him go.

#robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd imagine #top gun imagine #bob floyd #robert bob floyd #top gun fanfic #top gun halloween #top gun maverick #bob floyd fluff #hangman being an idiot

[swanhurrem]

Cold

Embry Call x Reader (not use of y/n)

Summary: You have a terrible cold but you keep sinking in your work. Later Embry arrives from patrol and handles the situation himself.

A/N: I'm super excited because this is my first application, I'm flattered and nervous at the same time. Anyway I hope I did a good job, thank you very much. Enjoy🧚‍♀️

It had started quietly; a little cough here and there, accompanied by a slight headache. It was common living in such a cold place, and especially with the temperature variations with the ones you lived with. Because as soon as you fell asleep, Embry gently wrapped his arms around your waist, sticking to your back with his face hidden in your neck. It was impossible not to notice this when you woke up in the morning feeling that you had a heater behind you, so you started sleeping with a thinner blanket, keeping the rest in your closet. You had never mentioned this to him, even after several nights waking you up chattering in the cold, forcing you to get up and grab more blankets. You were catching a cold.

But two days later you started with a sore throat and mild congestion. That afternoon you were coming out of the bathroom after a refreshing shower when you saw Embry hanging up the phone and putting on his slippers.

He approached you and kissed you on the forehead "Sam told you to change places?" You asked, because it was very common for them to relay each other from time to time.

"No, I called Emily and she said she has some tea for the pain that will make you feel better, make sure you rest and I'll make dinner when I get back" he yelled as he walked away from you, ignoring your lies that you were getting better.

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Embry did everything for you; he cleaned, washed, did the shopping and cooked. Since you became his imprint, he lived for you and always tried to save you as much work as possible, knowing that you only rested after finishing everything you had pending. He didn't like that you overloaded yourself with work and home things, so he did everything despite your annoyance, just to give you more free time (which you invested in your work).

Just a few days after he brought the thyme tea Emily had given him, you had taken a significant turn for the worse. When Embry got up at dawn to take his patrol shift with Quil, you pretended to be asleep. Knowing him, he would have stayed with you to take care of you, preventing you from doing your homework.

Just an hour later you still couldn't sleep because of the intermittent sneezing, so you got up and cleaned up a bit in your bathroom before grabbing your laptop and continuing with your work. You had next to you a mountain of disposable paper with which you blew your nose and a blanket that you took off and put on every so often, because both the cold and the heat came and went.

You knew that sometimes you gave your work more than you should, more than your body and mind allowed you, but this was your responsibility, something that you had to do day after day and show that you were capable enough to achieve it. and get better. People get sick worse and keep working, why would you stop for a simple cold?

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You were in that hunched position for what seemed like hours until you heard the distinctive noise of the door opening; Embry used to tap it against all every time he came back from patrolling. So much so that he put up a doorstop, but it was still making a lot of noise.

He froze as soon as he saw you there, sitting at the kitchen table with a red nose, teary eyes, and dry lips.

"What are you doing?" He ask hanging the keys by the door

"You look like-"

"Do I look like?" You asked something defensively, you really didn't want to deal with the overprotective Embry now.

"Stunning like every day, but a bit tired" he said sitting next to you and placing the back of his hand on your forehead "You have a fever, how about you lie down for a while?"

You took a handkerchief while you blew your nose again "I can't sleep, I have things to do" you answered with a nasal voice.

Embry chuckled as he slowly moved the laptop away from you "I never said sleep darling, I said lay down" you could hear the tap of the keys that he press while he saved what you were doing during the last hours.

Your throat hurt so much that you blurted out just three words to him before you started coughing hard, feeling Embry's hands rubbing your back. He left a kiss on your head while he led to the couch, arranging the cushions so that your back was not against the wood of the armrest "How about you take a very little nap while I prepare dinner?"

You frowned at him "I have many things to do, my work is not finished yet and it won't do itself, it's wasted time"

You frowned at him "I have many things to do, my work is not finished yet and it will not be done by itself, it will be a waste of time"

He sighed and ran his hands nervously up her thighs before answer "Honey, you're pushing yourself and that's not good" he said softly.

You didn't answer anything, playing with the thread that came out of one of the green cushions.

After a few seconds avoiding talking to him, you felt Embry grab your chin, raising your head and forcing you to keep his gaze "You must understand that all your years of effort will not be wasted for a well-deserved night's rest, okay?"

You nodded as you took more paper, your tears about to escape. You weren't used to people taking so much weight off of you and you were really exhausted, so you decided to stop fighting and rest.

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Embry woke you up later and you both ate soup he made himself, with ice cream for dessert, as he said it was great for your sore throat. And then, while you were lying down enjoying your favorite flavor of ice cream, Embry was next to you, writing on your laptop what you dictated and that you hadn't quite finished

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Buy me a coffee.

#Bembry call #embry call x reader #embry call fluff #twilight #twilight wolf pack

[abbythewritor]

"Fairness." One Piece x Saitama reader, eleven.

"Just a Normal girl looking for an everyday life. At least, if you call sailing across the seas with idiots with useless dreams a simple task, then you might wanna see a doctor. Seriously."

Warnings: Blood, gore, mentions of Luekimia, and heaps amount of blood and strength. It might be a little cursing, but not bad, and maybe some flirting in there, but it's mostly clean.

Other things:

-You didn't get bald due to your powers; you got bald to an extreme illness.

-You part of the straw hat crew, but others are interested in you and your power.

-Everyone that is a male is taller than you.

-Monsters from the OPM world will appear in One Piece, and I'll make some new monsters you will fight.

Enjoy the eleventh chapter everyone :)

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"BIG SIS!!!!"

Well, we made it to Hancocks ship, as two beautiful women, and more women, hopped off her ship, onto the heart pirates ship, as they happily greeted her thankful she returned safely.

While that was happening, Ivankov and her crew were about to leave, as she trusted Jimbei, Ace, and Luffy to stick with me, as well as Crocodile. "Now! I trust you four with her, you all don't mind if I leave things to you?!" Her question made Jimbei nod. "No...it is fine. I can't swim yet anyway. The least I can do is stay here until she gets well." Crocodile nodded in agreement, leaning against the rail. "I owe her a favor..." Ace smiled. "Same here! She saved my life, I need to thank her in person." Luffy chuckled. "She needs to Join my crew!" The three looked to her, as crocodile scoffed. "What makes you think she'd join you, brat...?" Luffy whipped to him. "BECAUSE SHE'S MY FRIEND THAT'S WHY!" Crocodile cringed. "That's not how you belive she'd join you, just because she's your friend." "SHUT UP LEATHER PURSE! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!" "What did you call me?!" "You heard me!! She will join my crew!!!" Ivankov chuckled at the sight of the two arguing, as Ace crossed his arms. "That's my brother for you, though, I won't go against him though, Y/n-san is pretty powerful, she seems fit for Luffy's crew." Jimbei nodded. "Indeed, it's going to be interesting how things play out. Ivankov...Ace....since we all were locked in the most brutal prison in the world...without her, all of us wouldn't have met each other....or to Save you.." Ace chuckled, as Ivankov smiled. "Your quite right, Jimbie, both of us tried our best to keep up with Luffy and Y/n-girl at Marineford, didn't we? It's hard to say goodbye to you both..but I have sweet candies waiting for me to come back to the kingdom....." She started to tear up. "Please take good care of Y/n-girl!!" Jimbei nodded, as well as Ace, accepting her plea, as the Marine ship sale went down, as Ivankov crew setted sail, as both parties said their goodbyes, the others headed to the Miaden Island, Amazon lilly which was home to Boa, the female only empire where men are prohibited.

Theirs also tribes of femal fighters that lives there as well, known as Kuja, as the ship aproached two large doors, which opened.

Behind it, many females living on the island greeted the snake princes back home.

Others were hesitant as they saw men on the ship, but stopped when they met Luffy, as Boa told them they were not the enemy. "A female who battled with Luffy is on that ship! She suffered greatly, mentally, and physically during the battle at Marineford, and she's hanging between life and death now." The females eyes widened with her statement as she turned to them. "Ladies, Carry Y/n to the Kuja Castle as soon as possible!" "Hold on Hancock!!!" She paused when looking to an older lady. "It's fine if it's just the lady. But we can't allow those men on that strange ship to step foot onto the Maiden Island. It's against our country's policy!" Her words made Boa's brows furrow. "Then at least let the doctor on to help her-" "No!" The granny interupted. "We can't allow any men to come onto the island, even if he is a doctor! We have so many good doctors on this island!" She spoke, as Law leaned against his ship wall, holding a blank face. "Well, I don't care either way, but..do you have the same medical equipmen and technology as my ship?" He asked, glaring to the old lady, who was iritated with his statement, which was true as he continued. "If her wounds open up, she is going to die.." He stated, Hancocks eyes widened as a smirk formed onto his lips. "Take her, if you don't care about it." He finsihed, as Jimbei stepped forwards. "It's obvious that we can't save Y/n-san without this man. If he can't come in, we have no choice. We must go somewhere else." He spoke, as Boa clenched her fists. "Impossible! We'd be attacked by the Sea Kings! Even if we get awa from them, the Navy could find us at anytime!" The granny sighed. "Oh well...we only do it as an exception but...you can stay in the area of th bay. The Sea Kings won't attack you there." Everyone was greatful for her kindeness, as the submarine took action to that area, the ladies of the island wishing my health will go well.

Though, with all the waiting and time, two weeks have passed, as I was still not awake, as Law had been treating me, while Ace, Crocodile, and Luffy never left, as everyone stayed at the bay side.

"How much longer do we have to stay in such a small space..." Someone spoke. "Yeah, the only thing to look forward to is...-"

"Guys! Sorry to keep you waiting! It's meal time!" The polar bear, and the three men who were playing cards smiled, as the women working with Boa brought baskets of food, veggies, and stuff to eat.

Luffy's eyes had stars, drool escaping his mouth, as Ace chuckled, a smile onto his face. "Guess we don't have to worry about starving anymore." Crocodile took a cigar out of his mouth. "We wouldn't starve anyway if we hadn't stayed here.."

Everyone started to get food, as Law and crocodile weren't hungry, a sboth of them were leaning against the tree, as a blonde women walked up to them. "Excuse me.." Law looked up at her. "Is she awake..yet?" His head shook. "I see." she spoke. "It's up to Y/n-ya's spirit." Law spoke, looking up at her. "Whether she's willing to live or not." He finished, leaving thoughts in her head, as one of her allies called her, as she left to go help.

But, as things were starting to calm down, my eyes shot open, rememebring the events of whitebead getting shot down by black beard, as well as Akainu trying to hurt ace and Luffy, Mihawk fighitng me, as well as the dead bodies of pirates caused by mariens.

All of those memories flooded in my head, sweat dripping from my forhead.

I looked down, seeing wires hooked up to me, just like when I was little as it brought tragic memories, as my breaths started to quicken.

The wires...the postion...the saem feeling long ago...I didn't like it...I didn't like it at all...I needed to get out of her...

I let out a painful scream, ripping the wires off of me as it alerted people outside, as the gorund then rumbled, an explosion happening inside the ship.

Smoke arose in the medical area, some of Laws crew, trying to get me to lay back down as I slowly walked passed them. "Lady! Lay back down! Unless you want to drestroy the ship!!" My breaths were heavy, my head simply turning as my blank, emotionless eyes looked to them, which sended shivers down their spines. "P-Pops..." I mumbled...remembering whitebeards death clearly, as outside, Ace, Law, and Jimbei ran forwards to the ship, before the roof of the submarine broke open, as I came out of it, landing behind them harshly, the ground shaking.

This shocked everyone, even crocodile, who looked at me with wide eyes, mixed with worry, as I tried to sit back up, but I still was in utter pain, my hands gripping the grass below me, my nails digging into the dirt.

"P-Pops..." I brokenly spoke...my eyes white, as I repeated it multiple times. Ace, underatnding how I felt as he took a step forwards, his face lined with remorse and sadness for me, until he saw me sat up, looking to the sky. "WHERE IS WHITEBEARD?!" I screamed, worry, sadness, and anger hitting my voice.

Tears were streaming down my face, as I started to bolt, looking for the man to see if he was alright, as I was unable to save him back at marineford.

But, to my knowledge, he was dead, as Luffy and lawd crew were trying to stop me, as Law, Ace, Jimbei, and Crocodile were sitting in a circle, just watching. "What happens if we leave her like this..?" Jimbei asked, as Lawy sighed. "It's simple. Like I said when we got here, if her wounds open up, she will die." Crocodile scoffed. "Easy for you to say when she has the energy of the rubber brat...." The four looked to me, tripping on a rock, as the crew and Luffy saw the chance to hold me down, as I struggled with their grip. "Let me go!! I need to get to the old man! He needs medical attention!" I screamed, Luffy still trying to hold me down. "Y/n-san! Please calm down!" "NO! Let me go Luffy!" I yelled, as the crew still were trying to hold me down. "Shut up! I'm looking for pops!" I yelled, as one of Laws crew members spoke. "I told you that White beard is-" "I SAID.." All of them scattered, even Luffy as I threw them off of me. "LET ME GO!" I bolted from them, as I headed more deep in the forest, as I wanted to look for whtiebeard, as Crocodile got up from his spot, before Ace stopped him. "Let me talk to her..." Crocodile glared down at him. "Why should I let you to that...?" Ace looked to the warlord. "Because her and I lost the same person we care about..." Crocodile understood, as he couldn't argue with his comment, as he simply sat back down, as Ace walked in the direction I was heading, as his ears could hear the trees getting destroyed by my anger.

My fists were bleeding, my breaths broken and raspy, my eyes shaking as I looked straight at the ground, but I realised, that I wasn't at marineford when I noticed the grass, as I looked up to brids flying over my head, and the blue sky. "W-Where am I?" I asked, wondering if it was all a dream...as I kept looking at the sky, as my memoires were still coming back to me, as whitebeard did die of black beards hands, as well as many other pirates dying by the head of marines, even a giant Orc that Ace cared about.

All the information made me clutch the sides of my face, my knees giving out as I started to whale, and cry, now knowing that whitebeard is truly dead.

Ace saw this, as he rushed, his eyes widened, as he caught me in his arms, his knees hitting the grass as all he could do was wrapp his arms around me as I cried.

"Y/n...." He spoke...as with all my pent up emoitions inside of me...I just cried into him, not wanting to even speak at all.

"The war is over.." He whispered. "Pops is..." "DON'T SAY THAT!" I snapped, my face looking up to him, as my eyes were red and puffy, which made his heart hurt. "Don't say anything!" I pleaded. "I already pinched myself hard enough to rip my skin! If it were a dream, I should've woken by now!" I continued, Ace's eyebrows furrowing more, as he listened to me, as closed my eyes, looking down. "I-It's not a dream, isn't it...? I-I wasn't able to....." Ace's grip on me tightened, his teeth gritting with sadnes as slight tears escaped his eyes as well. "Y-Yes...Cutie....p-pops...is dead.." His truthful words struck my heart harshly more, as tears continued to poor, as I clutched onto him more and more.

I stayed like that for a couple of minutes, Ace crying with me as well, as he knew whitebeard basically his whole life, as he understood how I was feeling. "I...I coudln't save him...I-I-I was suppose to be a hero...a hero w-who brings fairness to everyone...b-but I couldn't save h-him...I-I-I'm so weak...!" I sobbed, my confession making Ace's eyes widened with shock, as his grip around me tightened more, as he brought me even closert to him. "Cutie..." "A-Ace...p-please leave me be...! Go to the others..!" He sighed with my request. "I can't..I can't just watch you hurt yourself anymore..." My face grew frustraited as I looked up at him. "It's my body! Why does it matter to you-" "Then you can't blame Whitebeard for doing what he did! It wasn't your fault that he was Killed, he was killed by teaches hands! His death was nothing of your buisness!" My teeth gritted, as I gripped his shoulders.

"Shut up! It was fully my buisness! I was fighting in that War as well, and I promised him that he and I will both save you together, with no death's at all!" He cupped my face. "That's a stupid promise Y/n!" He gently spoke. "War isn't kittens and rainbows, you can't expect evberyone to live! That's not how life works! Someone had to make a sacrafice, somepeople had to die...! I know ho wyour feeling, I know what your goign through because Pops was an actually father to me!" His confession made my teeth grit, as I closed my eyes. "So don't you dare say it's your fault he died, because me and I both know it wasn't, it was supposed to be me who was supposed to die, not him!" My eyes shot open with his statement, as I looked to him with furrowed eyebrows. "A-Ace-" "It's true! I was meant to be executed! But, now do you see!? Things are more clear for you now, you belvied that you can bring fairness to everyone, that you could overcome anything just like Luffy. Althoguht you never doubted your strength, you still had a kind heart for people, no matter if marines or pirates! But all those formidable enemies you faced, all of those words from Blackbeard, your confidence was slipped away, all because your motion was to become the greatest hero, which was your guid to life!" His words made my fist clench, as he whipped some continuing falling tears from my eyes, as his forhead leaned gently against my own. "I know you have lost a lot...and the toughest enemies in the world blocked your way time after time...but you'll never find your true self like this...if your lost in full regret and guilt.....I know that it's painful now, Cutie, but you have to bottle up those feelings! Don't just think about the ones you've lost, when you can make new memoroeis with new people you have met!" My eyes widened from his words, as my body stopped, realisation hit me as I rememebred Luffy's words back on that Marine ship.

"Well if you decided to stay, wanna join my crew?" I gasped, before standing up. "L-Luffy!" More tears pooled out of my eyes, as I still had my answer to tell him.

I finally understand what I want to do in my life, as all of the past that happened to me, the war, my cancer, Saitama and pops death...everything that could bring me back down...didn't matter, as new doors were opened for me, as I had an oppourtunity to grow.

Looking up at Ace, I clutched to him again. "W-Were's Luffy?! I-I need to see him, I need to give him an answer, I-I-" Ace smiled, knowing what I'm talking about as his hand reached out to me. Without hesitation, I grabbed it as he helped me to my feet. Hugging him, my eyes closed “Thank you…” I whispered, as he hugged me back. “Of course… let’s get back to everyone else..” nodding we headed back as quickly as possible as my eyes looked to the sky, slightly smiling as I finally knew the truth.

Even through the hard times, with white-beards death, Saitama…my cancer…and life in general…I gave to push forwards, forget about the past and grow stronger and better mentally.

Because even though I was trapped and corrupted, now I found people who freed me, and will never leave my side…and I must do the same, even if I don’t leave this world.

As everyone near the ship was talking, Luffy saw me and Ace instantly, as he hopped up, smiling and running to me. “Y/n!” I smiled to, leaving Ace and running to him as well. “Luffy!” We both hugged each other, his arms going around my waist as he spin me around. Hugging me more, his hands grasped the side of my face as his forehead leaned against mine. “Your ok..your really ok..I was so worried you’d hurt yourself...or something worse..” He told me, as his voice was slightly cracked. I gently smiled, and adjusted his hat. “How could I let myself go down when I need to join your crew?” He was confused with your words at first, not believing them as his eyes widened. “C-Come again?” I giggled from his words” The whole time we were at marine ford..when you asked me that question on that marine ship, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I realized when I was kicking the shit out of those trees, I might not be able to go back to my world and to be honest, I don’t ever want to go back….this world here, I’ve never experienced so much excitement in my life. I can fight things without killing it with one punch, I-I can fit in as this world doesn’t care about what others look like, I have already made so many friends…” I look to everyone, as they all looked to me, as I looked back at Luffy, smiling more. “Even you…you’ve been by my side since stout saved me from that Jail, you never judge of what I do, say or how I fight, you know how to get a problem done and fix it, and you care for others. In my eyes, that is a wonderful captain who’s crew I’d love to join…” he smiled from my words, his heart racing as he let out a shaky sigh, as he didn’t know what to say at all. “I-I- Y/n-San you don’t know how much that means to me…you’d be a great fit for my crew, and I don’t care if your weak, tall, tiny, fat, skinny, with hair, or bald, I just know that I want to give you the same fairness as you did to me…and also give you the adventures, excitement, and fun you wanted your whole life because no person deserves to go through what you’ve been through. So yes, you are now apart of my crew, and I promise Y/n, I will not fail you as a friend, and as a captain…”

Smiling, I gently grasped his hands, as I looked straight into Luffy’s eyes. “I know Luffy….”

Leaning my forehead against his, my eyes closed as the wind blew on us both, creating a calm atmosphere.

“I have pure faith in you…”

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[t-h-i-n-g]

Heyyy! Would you be open to writing a Percy Jackson x reader? Like teeth rotting fluff??? Maybe them seeing each other when they come to camp for the first time since Christmas, or like them walking on the beach and him giving reader his jacket??? Doesn’t have to be either, but just some ideas!! Thanks bestie <33333

Chilly Breeze

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a/n: hello!! thanks so much for requesting! this turned out pretty cute, it’s a little choppy but cute. i hope you like it :))

word count: 1k

summary: beach walks in spring can be chilly...

warnings: none just fluff, besides a curse word or two

PJO/HOO - masterlist m.masterlist

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Both of yours and Percy's feet were bear. Toes getting caught with sand between them with each step. Your shoes had been long gone. Aka you decided to leave them in your cabins

Your legs were naked, deciding the days have finally warmed up enough to wear shorts. A t-shirt matching them. Percy came a little bit more prepared, wearing the sweats he wore to dinner, a long sleeve and zip-up jacket adorning his body as well. He warned you to bring something as a cover up. You denied the request, telling him it won't be that bad…. You were wrong.

You had offered to take an afternoon walk on the beach; to watch the sun set. He agreed of course. Never missing an opportunity to spend time alone with you. These moments were hard to come by. With all the camp activities happening and the lack of privacy in your cabin. His bunk was where the two of you spent most of your alone time. And even that time is limited when there's a curfew.

It was an easy day today, however. You had some free time before the campfire that was scheduled. And dragging (not really he more was more than willing to come) Percy to the beach seemed like the best way to spend it. 

So here you both were. 15 minutes to spare before the marshmallow sticks had to be taken out. Hand in hand as a light breeze passed you by. A shiver went up your spine. Now regretting the decision of not bringing a sweatshirt. The mist from the coastline sinking into your clothes. Chilling your bones. The sun's receding light, wasn't helping either.

You lightly pulled Percy's body to yours. The sweatshirt sleeve grazing your arm, giving little to no warmth, to help your situation. Percy turned to you, taking in your state. Body shaking, teeth lightly chattering as another breeze passed.

"Chilly?" he asked, his tone teasing. You looked over at him.

"Nope." It was a simple statement. Got the job done….but was it true? Absolutely not. You looked back at the water, admiring how the sun reflected across the waves. The colors beautifully blending into one another as the light slowly disappeared. Talking away the warmth with it. Making your surroundings the ever more unbearable. Another wave of wind hit you. 

Causing you to wrap an arm around your middle.

"You sure?" Percy questioned again, watching as goosebumps scattered themselves across your arms. "I can give you my jacket if you need it." You shook your head.

"No, it's fine. A little cold never hurt anyone," you said, shivering. Percy stopped in his tracks, releasing his hand from your grasp, going to take off his overcoat. You went to stop him, "Percy, it's fine, really," you stated, starting to walk backwards facing him. He held it out in his hand.

"Just take it." He moved towards you. You picked up your pace as he grew nearer.

"I told you I'm fine," you replied, facing ahead of you once again. The foot prints were no longer heard behind you as you continued your bath. You paused, turning on your heel once again. 

Percy stood with a hand on his waist. The other holding out the piece of clothing.

"Just take the damn jacket. You'll need it for the fire tonight, anyway. If you're cold now, you'll be cold then," he informed, motioning you to come back to him. You shook your head.

"It's just cause of the mist. Once we head back I'll be fine." He rolled his eyes, deciding to come to you instead. You let him this time, allowing the zip up to be wrapped around your shoulders. You sighed while slipping your hands into the sleeves. Accepting defeat. Percy let out an airy chuckle.

"Is it really that hard to accept something from me?" He asked, taking your hand in his once again. It was your turn to roll your eyes.

"I just know that you'll be the one needing it later," you stated, grabbing his other hand, swaying them lightly.

"I could always just grab a different one from my cabin," he claimed in a mumble.

"I could have done the same thing," you remarked as he pulled you closer, "I could have gotten one on our way back."

"But you're cold now. Plus it looks better on you any way." You raised your brows. Placing your arms on top of his shoulders, dragging his body even closer to where you were chest to chest.

"Oh, really?" He smiled at you.

"Mhm," he hummed, tracing your sides. He stared into your eyes, taking in how the sun lighted them up, slowly fading in the reflection. A comfortable silence fell between you. You brought a hand to the back of his neck. Running your fingers across it lightly. 

He settled his hands on your waist. Thumbs gently caressing your shirt clad torso. His face leaned closer to yours.

"You sure know how to flatter a girl, Jackson," you whispered against his lips. 

"I mean, I do try," he mumbled once more. You laughed lightly, deciding to close the gap between the two of you. His lips molding into yours. He hummed briefly, tasting your strawberry chapstick he saw you apply before coming out here. You moved a hand from his shoulder, passing it through his hair. Nails lightly scratching his scalp. Using the other hand to bring him impossibly closer.

You pulled away, resting your forehead on his. His lips chased yours for a moment. Placing a peck on them, then another, followed by another. Erupting a fit of giggles from you. Creating space, you took your hands and placed them on his chest. Lightly pushing him away. You looked into his eyes once more, taking in the sea-green waves. Sighing once more you patted his chest.

"I think we should start heading back," you stated. He groaned, pulling you back to him. 

"Five more minutes," he bargained, placing another kiss on your lips. You took a moment deciding if having to deal with the cracked gram crackers would be worth it or not. You took in the way he was staring at you. Nodding you kissed him once more. The sun's remaining rays disappearing behind the waters edge.

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[slylock-syl]

Just found your account through an Undertale comic rabbit hole, and I have just a simple question. Hhhow?? How you do that. You've posted an s tier comic consistently for several years now. How have you not lost motivation, or gotten art block, or like- how???? I am envious of your skills in story writing, consistency, motivation, the sheer quality of everything, because just- how?? I am shook and so so excited for more of under/source, I can't even put it in words right, just- I will scream/pos

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I just really love working on this project and kind of have a habit of sticking to a "routine" until whatever I'm working on is done. Of course I'll occasionally have those days like anyone else where I go "eeehhhh I don't wanna work today but I must" I think that's generally unavoidable XD People reacting to and sharing my work also helps cuz I like making things for people! I don't see it as often these days but I like to imagine they're still there, lurking~

Thank you for the kind words!! I hope you like what's to come! :D

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[1rsoldiersince2012]

Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 1962 (chapter 25)

Summary:

You and Matt met in the courtroom. Now, you may think that Matt was a knight in shining armour and defended you in the name of all United States laws, but that was not the case. Matt was totally destroying your client, and you wanted to tear him into pieces right then and right there, because with Murdock as your rival, your head is on the firm's plate with each case. Did Matt care? No, he only cared about bringing justice, he was a human-machine, driven by the need to bring righteousness no matter the cost. Or was he just that? What happens when you get involved in Fisk's business and Daredevil's lies against your will?

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25. King's Right Hand

Wesley was a surprisingly charming man. A good lover as well. There was something unusual about him, but you didn't really care. You wanted a man who could be passionate as well as composed, and James was exactly the man for that role.

You didn't feel anything for him. Yet. Of course, you knew him just for a couple of weeks, but now, spending this evening in a luxurious restaurant, you didn't give a crap about his business at all. And to be honest, tonight Wesley didn't seem to care about his task either. Yes, he brought you to the same restaurant that Fisk took Vanessa. Yes, he was sitting in the exactly same place that Fisk sat. After all, James was a man of details. He liked hanging out with you. Those previous meetings were constantly on his mind.  Even though he loved his work more, the pleasure of being given such a huge power to control things, being the mastermind behind great plans - that was his drug. But you, sitting here in front of him all happy, but trying to be discreet about it, made him feel something else. Perhaps that was just lack of sexual activity, as it is very difficult to fit into his busy schedule, but deep down he was certain that something might happen. Tonight. If Kingpin's plans won't change.

"So, James, what got you so mysterious tonight?" You ask, taking a sip of your wine. The silence felt too long, even if you blamed it on the food chewing.

"Oh, the usual." He simply says, fixing his glasses and shooting you a smile.

"The usual mystery, huh. Now I'm even more curious." You put the glass on the table, and look around for a moment, the restaurant is full of people, non-stop chatter and soft music playing in the background.

"Believe, nothing interesting. Nothing more interesting than you." He smirks, looking at you for a moment before sipping his wine as well. "You look nice tonight."

"Thank you." You blush a little. Wesley smirks to himself again - it was easy to charm you with simple flattering. But this time he was completely honest. "You're not so bad yourself."

"I don't think I remember myself wearing anything else beside this suit. And many variations of ties." He cracks a joke, downing his wine and waving for a waiter.

"Sometimes it's good. Sticking to one thing rather than wasting yourself for a thousand others."

"Wise words. I'll put it in my list."

"You have a list of wise words?" You huff a laugh, Wesley smiles as well.

"I have a list of everything."

"Oh, real businessman." You say and also finish your drink, just in time, because the waiter reaches your table with a bottle and, listening to Wesley's finger motion, fills up the glasses again.

"Yes. So how was your day?" He asks, trying to focus on you, rather than him. There is so little he could say about his lifes, that when it came to the world beyond Fisk's business, Wesley thought of his life as pretty pathetic.

"Okay, I guess. Despite the fact that I had to literally stop a fight right there in the office." You slightly roll your eyes.

"Oh? Tell me more." Wesley leans on his interlocked fingers, giving you full attention. He notices how your cheeks got rosy from the alcohol, and how you went to the hairdresser just before the date, as he has never seen you with your hair curly before. Not when he pulled all the information he could from the archives. And honestly? The hairstyle suited you.

"Okay, so, we come to the office, as usual. Foggy and Matt go straight to the office, Karen leaves to print some documents, and I go to the coffee maker, turn that old bastard on, and leave it for a moment, and go to the office as well. Moments later, we hear shouting in the lobby, and hurry out, and can you imagine? We see a man and his friend, already beating the shit out of each other on the reception table, everything's on the floor, wrecked. Of course Foggy runs to grab one of them and separate them, I run towards the other, Matt also tries to help, and just as they calm down, a third one runs in and launches on everyone." You say and take a pause, during which Wesley asks,

"You're not hurt, are you?" Eyebrows furrowed, hand stretched out on the table, so close to yours.

"No, of course not, luckily I just got sandwiched between one of those guys and Matt, and then police came right in, we had to give statements. Turns out, those two were already fighting in the street, then ran inside and tried to decide who would file a lawsuit against the other first. And the third one was a friend who encouraged them to go to the law firm. This was some crazy morning." You smile now, but in the morning you were pissed as hell. That idiot ripped your skirt, so you had to take one of Matt's backup pants and his belt, so you wouldn't lose them throughout the day. Unfortunately, you had yet to return his pants that were now comfotably resting on your armchair. Purposely not mentioning Karen's poor choice of inventory, you take another sip of wine.

"Wow, that's a hell of a day. You sure you're alright?" Wesley repeats his question, and you remember how Matt and Foggy have been asking you the same throughout the day.

"Yes, perfectly fine. How was your day?"

"Nothing special. The same as always. Lots of business." He plays it off, suddenly remembering Anatoly's headless body lying in the basement of their office, as his head was sent to his brother. The eyes still open in terror were looking right at him before Juan put in a plastic bag.

"I hope you don't think of this as business." You say, feeling like you're getting braver after every glass of wine.

"Oh, no, no, don't worry. I know how to have a good time without dealing with business." He finally reaches your palm and gently puts his on top. You smile at the gesture, although his hand is not as warm as Matt's.

"Great. I like a man who can do both. Without mixing them up. Things have a tendency to get greasy after a while if you continue to play with both of them."

"I see you have some knowledge of the matter." He smiles, glancing at this phone as it turns on the screen, but with one look, he turns the screen off.

"I happen to be... Cursed with it, unfortunately." You mutter, and sip some more wine. That thing is probably too expensive even for your bank account, but it has been made clear that dinner is on Wesley.

"Maybe we really are not so different, y/n." Wesley smirks knowingly. He looks around, noticing how crowded the place became in just an hour. Trusting his own skills, he didn't let anyone who works for Fisk to go with him today. "What do you say we leave this place?" He finishes his drink and waits for your answer. His phone lights up again, this time he reads for a moment, but turns to you again with his eyebrows raised above his glasses.

"And go where?" You ask in a seductive tone. But perhaps he was just imagining that.

"Perhaps your place?" He suggests, already creating a plan on why you can't come to his place. Because he literally lives in a hotel room. Hotel that is owned by Fisk.

"Hm, if you don't mind the mess there." You raise your eyebrows too, Wesley smirks, unclasping his hands and motioning for the waiter to come.

"No, not at all."

"Good then. Can we also get another bottle?" You say in a hushed tone, leaning closer to him, and get awarded with another charming smile.

"Of course, we can."

*** Half of a bottle in, both leaning on the couch, and sitting too close to each other to still be dealing with business, you were gazing into Wesley's eyes with a tipsy look. Maybe you should've held back on the alcohol tonight. "Are these more for reading or just living?" You motion to his glasses, which he then takes off.

"Both. But I think you're close enough for me to see." He puts the glasses on your table and leans even closer to you, his hand rests near your thigh, slightly shaking. Suddenly you feel the urge to run away. But for how long can you run away from these situations? 

"Good." You say and wait for him to say something else, but notice how he glances at your lips and feel yourself giving in.

"Would it be bad if I kissed you?" He asks, leaning so close that you can feel his breath on your face, and shivers go down your spine.

"It would be worse if you didn't." You say, closing your eyes and leaning forward when in the middle, your lips meet his, in a first shy kiss of the evening. After you pull away for a moment, he returns full force, almost knocking out your teeth, his hand snakes up your neck, near your ear, pressing a sweet spot.

You breathe out loudly after he pulls away, feeling a mix of emotions and weird tingling sensation on your neck.

A loud knock on the door makes you jump a little, and you look apologetically at Wesley. "Uh, sorry. I didn't expect anyone so late." You glance at the clock near the entrance and notice that it's already 10 PM. Who could be here at this time? 

Upon opening the door, you see the only man you didn't want to see this evening. The man in the mask. You close the door and step into the cold corridor. "What?"

"Don't make a huge mistake. He's here only because he has orders." Matt says roughly, masking his voice.

"What?" You repeat, not believing what this man is saying. "Dude, why don't you leave me alone?"

"I'm trying to help you."

"This ain't no help. You're just straight up following me. Now listen, mister, I let this time slide, but if you ever show up near me again, I'll -" you stop for a moment, gathering your drunken thoughts.

"You'll what?" He asks, in a hushed tone, stepping closer, as if challenging you to a fight.

"I'll take my gun. And not hesitate to shoot you." You finish, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows. You didn't have a gun. Matt knew this too well.

Matt breaks into a smile, listening for a moment what Wesley is doing. Of course, he is coming towards the door to check. Matt's smile falls immediately. "Cut your business with Wesley. He's not who you think he is."

The doors open a little and Wesley's head peeks out into the corridor. "Everything all right?" He looks around, confused only to find you standing alone.

You turn back and notice that the devil is gone. "Yeah, just my neighbour. Asked me to visit tomorrow. Listen, James, I'm sorry, but I'm really worn out... Maybe we could plan something the other time?"

"Yeah, sure." He looks around one last time, not hiding the obvious suspicion.

"I'm really sorry, I-"

"No, it's alright, take care, y/n." He says and stops in front of you near the threshold, kissing your cheek. "Goodnight."

"Night, James." You wave him and close the doors, leaning on them with your body. 

Matt smiles briefly on the rooftop when Wesley drives away from your apartment. At least tonight, he saved you. However, he didn't save himself, as Fisk's men notice a dark shadow on your apartment building, reporting everything straight to Wesley, who just stepped out into the dark street from his car. 

"The devil you say?" Wesley smirks knowingly, making a quick call and leaving the two men sitting in the cloud of dusts. 

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[bryhaven]

I've been tagged in a good number of New Year messages, and I sincerely appreciate them. So I thought of also giving back and continuing the good cheer and positivity especially at the start of the year 💖

There were several times when I felt inadequate, felt like I wasn't contributing enough, or I wasn't connecting enough to the people in the fandom. But being tagged in sweet simple messages means a lot and shows that my efforts and presence in the respective fandoms I'm in are indeed seen and appreciated 🥰

Special shoutouts: (tagged people, you can skip to reading only your part of the message if you like ahah 😅😅)

@levi4mikasa - Your username is the core of our corner of the fandom ahaha. Thanks for your support of my work! (Is there a sort of nickname I can call you or refer to you as? Ahaha) Like the Alchemy of Shadows RM art I made, if you have any ideas or photo references that you want to be turned into RivaMika, you can send them to me and I'll try my best to create them whenever I do some art~

@nuri148 - Nuri! I appreciate that you are usually the one who gets the deeper meanings I incorporate into my stories. I'm also grateful that your story and muse have also given me some ideas and inspiration that I can use or incorporate into my own future works~

@warbarbie - Barbie! I feel like you're my biggest fan because as far as I noticed, you are the one who reblogs my posts the most. And I can't thank you enough for your support. I know you're busy and all, but hopefully we can get to interact more as well~

@chaosisbeauty23 - Chaos! I'm truly grateful that your works inspired me to make my own fics as well. I'm still struggling when it comes to writing, but hopefully like you, I will also be able to find my path to it in time. You are one of the RM writers I look up to, and I know you already said it, but I hope you won't mind if I pop into your inbox sometimes if I need some advice or so~

@your-lavender-dreams - Lavender! Your AU fic, A Valuable Asset, is my favorite and the highlight of my reading this year! Since it is the AU that I've been dying to read and have for our OTP RivaMika! I'm truly grateful that your fic exists and I can't wait for it to be updated! I can't even begin to explain the toughness of the situation you're facing right now there in your country, but your safety and well-being are always the priority. Stay strong and keep safe~

@kenza-nm - Kenza! I've said this already but I will say it again. Thank you so much for encouraging me to get into Tumblr. I know you aren't as active anymore in the SnK or RM fandom. But I am truly grateful that you remained when I finally joined in and continued to show me support. Good luck as always to your endeavors this year~

@cakesensei - Cake! (Hope you don't mind but the handle is actually cute) I see you as my bestie in the FSKG fandom, and I'm grateful to have you as one of the people who I can share my JJK and FSKG brain rot with! Your works are brilliant! And I also can't thank you enough for supporting me always~

@onigiri-dorkk - Last and most definitely not least, Onigiri-bestie! I am eternally grateful to you for being the first person both here and on Twitter who welcomed, encouraged, and supported me! Your works have inspired me more than you'll know, and whenever my anxiety kicks in, your comments and messages on them keep me going. It is also thanks to you that I've met and got to interact with these wonderful people in our corner of the fandom. Without your encouragement, there probably wouldn't be a Haven sticking around here now ahaha. Keep shining like you do~

Special mentions to @lady-purpleblue and @bebellabutterfly for always supporting and encouraging the RM fandom and its creativity!

Again thank you all so much! And also to the rest of the fandoms! I hope we can all continue to support each other 🥰💖

Happy New Year and may we all have a fruitful and prosperous 2023! Cheers! 🥂

#rivamika family #fandom family #thank you all #i love you all #happy new year 2023 #happy new year