#i was gonna complain that i forgot to add eyebrows

[anantaru]

OH BABY! PLEASE BE MY BABY DADDY

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — the very moment wriothesley first saw you, he had already dreamt about starting a family with you, and now at present, when you were celebrating your two year anniversary, it appeared like he couldn't stop himself from showing you just how much he craved it.

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 2.1k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader, established relationship, very strong breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy & mentions of starting a family with you (planning your future), madly in love wriothesley, rough syx, unprotected and hitting it raw, some teasing here and there, overstimulation, cumming inside

"‘had me all figured out, didn't you?"

wriothesley was a strong man, big and muscular from an external perspective and fundamentally— if you weren't quite familiar with the handsome duke and his deep characteristics and only knew of him through his significant work occupation.

in essence, you have known him for a little over two years now, in fact, your anniversary was just taking place this very moment, his absorbed little countenance fixated on no other than your ethereal beauty— on top of that, a trace was playing hard on the impulses lingering on your lower areas as wriothesley settles himself in between your legs, feeling a rising of your hips grinding over his exposed erection, throbbing in time to his quickening pulse.

how fast a day could fly by, and you wished for it to go on much longer— just show him the love that surged from your core and resides inside of you, or the soft tremor building on your knees whenever he kisses you, or when he at last, catches the shuddering sweetness wringing off your toes.

for wriothesley, you ignited his heart, it was you that made love warm for him— as he always claimed it should be, and on the coldest nights of his life, he had sought after your familiar glow— much deeper could he barely await the day for you both to start a family, have children of your own and live a fulfilled life somewhere outside the city, perhaps a house on the outskirts of fontaine, with a large blossoming garden bristling of rainbow roses, where your children could play to their hearts content.

within this deep fantasy, although yet ungrasped, wriothesley found this to be his perfect goal— no matter how near, how far away, it shall never be forgotten.

you slowly press two palms on top of his cheeks as he looms over you with a raised eyebrow that he lazily flashed at you with a hum.

"you say it like it's a bad thing that i knew you were gonna surprise me, baby,"

you add, "it's our anniversary after all," with a steady glide of fingers through his silken hair, "i hope you didn't think I forgot all about it,"

a low purr hums over your lips as your boyfriend clicks his tongue through a deep chuckle as a response, vibrating his sounds against a breathless gasp as he places a featherlight kiss on your bottom lip. you feel how the pad of his thumb crosses firmly over the shape of your curves as your heart begins to thump faster at the privilege of having such breathtakingly handsome and ravishing man in between your legs.

"of course i know you didn't forget," wriothesley's hand inches towards the inside of your thigh to touch the skin while simultaneously parting your legs a little more as he kisses the bridge of your nose,

"happy anniversary, baby,"

you giggle, kissing him needfully as you slide your naked folds through his aching length when he effortlessly cages you in between two muscular arms, pressing his throbbing member all against you until his constricted balls bounce on your ass, eliciting a needful, much longing groan from the man towering on top of you.

"i need you," you complain now, "please baby, don't keep me waiting now,"

you squeal loudly at the temporary relief of your drenched cunt slicking him up with your arousal— and the more you'd douse him up, the better it would feel like, the finer you could taste and sense his throbbing veins grazing at your sensitive walls while he stuffs you— and every mindless urge wriothesley had fantasized about was manifesting itself, the dream to greedily pull apart and taste every soft piece of your body trembling under his much larger one growing.

or the lewd dream of cramming you with his milky whites, jamming his salty cum all into the pits of your wet sex until he's sure you'll end up pregnant, until you will feel your womb be all warm and jammed up.

"you make me the happiest man alive," wriothesley says soothingly, drawing the leaking head of his cock against your hole before brushing a kiss over your lips, fuck, just the smell of you, or those candid whines and begs of yours that would drive him mad, turning him on so damn much that his groin was beginning to ache and swell even more.

"so baby.." wriothesley whispers in one slow, silent motion, when he claims the space between your spread thighs with all his body surging forward and crowding your cunt.

"please let me show you just how happy you make me,"

you whine out as your back arches into his chest, your weeping cunt clenching down when he rubs his cock through your walls without much effort, the copious amounts of wetness aiding him wonderfully as the deep friction of getting stuffed turned you terribly delicious to him, your eyes criss crossed from being fucked with repeated thrusts into your cunt plugging his thick shaft deep.

"—still so sensitive," he coos, and you feel your face grow hot as your boyfriend smirks down at you through assured pairs of eyes, your body itching to feel more of that sensation, more of skin to skin as you slip each little noise falling from the tip of your tongue right into wriothesley's parted mouth gasping for air.

a dizzying contrast from the firing shoves through the tight ring of muscles on your cunt made his rigid erection go deeper than ever, with his hand remaining firmly beneath your cheek, forcing your gaze straight ahead— so you could look at him, so wriothesley could make sure he drinks in everything that you gave him, each crumbling moan of his name and higher pitch of your voice.

do you wonder why? of course, such question was easy to answer:

the sole reason being that for wriothesley— this was a privilege, that you allowed him to pleasure you, rub firmly over the shape of your walls while his wet tongue blindly maps into your mouth, your body rapidly growing addicted to the impossible smoothness of his skin greedily imposing true bliss on your body.

"i want— fuck," he groans through gritted teeth, "i want us to start a family," he speaks again, "want to put a baby in you," this time louder but with an added amount of gravel to his voice as your legs wrap and close around him as the burning stretch of his thick shaft parting you had you turn absolutely mad and dizzy.

you whine out, completely lost in the pleasure of getting fucked that open wide and especially through his lewd admittance, his hips rolling hard against your used pussy in relentless fucks forward, almost possessively to match his large weight that he kept from bouncing on top of you with his hands keeping him from crushing down and practically collapsing on you.

"i love you," you cry when your pussy twitches wildly, your hot and sticky arousal messing him up, "please, please do!" your breath burning hot and ragged against your throat, "please put a baby in me!" as wriothesley groans— wanting you more than ever, thrusting his length down to a raw, quivering need that shook your limbs apart and tore lewd sounds from the gaps between frantic gulps of air.

your body bounces back and forth the bed, your moans now much louder and broken as wriothesley pants hotly against your clenched jaw, your impatient hands finding refuge in his silken hair as you force him into a kiss, his cock ruthlessly battering your velvety walls— drawing his hips back and forth, back and forth, always nudging his cockhead against the sponge of your sweet spot.

"almost there," wriothesley rasps urgently, "going to fill you up so fucking nicely," he smirks and cuts off your needy gasps with another sharp, punctuated thrust.

the duke was indulging in how warm and soft you were, how nice it felt to be milked by a wet cunt smearing dozen amounts of fluids on the thin skin of his shaft, how you grip him with your weeping cunt, holding onto him so tightly that the duke thought he was about to pass out before you suddenly lessen the clench on his shaft, now alternating between gaping and constricting your pussy hole.

with a flurry full of intense spasms that you felt more inside than out, you cling on to wriothesley's defined back as his body kept going, his addictive thrusts infusing a bone-deep shudder that pinched your upcoming release— the precise attention he always have you, utterly intoxicating, dragging his fully hard cock in and out, in and out, his eyes darkened and drunk from pleasure as he groans out each time your cunt constricts around him, your addictive gasps aiding his pleasure as you moan out beautifully, your hole completely open as he pushes you over the edge with alarming speed.

his cock plunges and fuses into you as far as it could possibly go as he turns your stomach around, hitting the bristling bubble that had long since developed in the depths of your belly when it finally popped into a million pieces, your overstimulated hips helplessly rutting upwards as he swallows those tasteful mewls of yours, your hands tugging his face closer to you.

your orgasm slams you hard with a roaring intensity that nearly doubled you over, your fingers tugging so sharply at wriothesley's hair that you felt a softly pained groan vibrate through his lips as he kisses you in fierce hunger, keeping the pace of his cock steady and surging back and forth, your parted lips looking swollen and flushed with use as you kiss him with all the burning need climbing between your frames when you come undone together.

"there you go, sweetheart," he groans proudly, a slow smile breaking across his ruined lips when he fills you up with his warm seed— watching how you're so fucking drunk on his cock that you make him fill up each inch of space in between your weeping pussy, an engaging hotness coursing into your womb as you thread your fingers through his tousled hair gone and disheveled with sweat and the scent of you.

ugh, you realize you want it as bad as he did, always wanted his thrumming cock to crowd you up just as it did now, with his messy and sticky mess oozing down your hole and seeping everywhere— just how you actually longed for it to be everywhere, slithering from your skin into every curve and crevice, so wriothesley could not only knock you up, but also claim you— in some sort of demonstration of his undying love and his desire, the searing fervour of his white cum making you wince as tears collect in your eyes, the slow pumps of his cock overwhelming you as your walls hug him tight.

wriothesley keeps himself nestled deep in your cunt at your afterglow— and the reason was not unlikely to be revealed, because he believed that if he never were to pull out, you'd definitely get pregnant since the majority of sticky cum had no chance to ever exit your swollen pussy when he just keeps himself plugged in for much longer.

the gravel in his voice adopts a sultriness, spelling sweet nothings into your ear, calling you his good girl as he spilled it aöl into your lips when you smile at him all sweetly and shy, all flustered too with the mess in between your legs dousing down the soiled mattress.

"just imagine, my love," this particular delivery of his sentence was different now, each wording was practically dripping of adoration and hefty of his love for ypu, it was much softer as well despite wriothesley still being out of breath— and you simply look at him through a meaningful smile, heels resting against his back as you could still feel him deeply pulsate inside of you.

"imagining it right now," you respond when he silently slides one large palm down to your stomach before pressing hot kisses on your lips.

"i hope our little one gets your pretty eyes," he whispers lowly, his lips meeting yours right after.

it's quite silly, wriothesley thinks, that he cannot stop talking about it, nor stop dreaming about it either, or how unbelievably madly in love he was, how there would always be a beast inside of him that resided in his heart, that would crave you so badly.

after all the suffering in his life, you are his souls greatest desire, his bodies, his minds biggest passion, and for you to one day carry his child, was everything he wished for.

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[sunkifye]

don’t kiss me under the mistletoe

pairing— non idol nishimura riki x female reader

genre— enemies to lovers, high school au

synopsis— it was the biggest (holiday) party of the year, so it was no surprise that you saw your enemy, who also happens to be your ex-crush, there. you just weren’t expecting to see him under the mistletoe next to you.

featuring— minji from newjeans

warnings— cursing, kissing, partying, riki is honestly really mean (im sorry!!)

word count— 3.1k

author’s note— merry christmas to those who celebrate! and happy holidays!!

“I seriously can’t believe they’re dating,” minji, your best friend, whispered into your ear.

“really? I saw it coming,” you shrugged before taking a sip of your drink.

“what?! how?? they’re literally best friends,” minji asked, pouring fruit punch into a plastic cup.

“that’s exactly why I saw it coming,” you explained.

“I guess so,” minji agreed. “they’re totally gonna be the it couple of the year aren’t they?”

“for sure”

“ugh I’m so jealous” minji complained.

“me too,” you sighed. “I wish I had a-”

someone had aggressively bumped into your shoulder, launching you forward towards minji.

“excuse you!” you yelled out at the person who bumped into you.

“who? me?” a familiar voice asked.

you looked up to see the culprit standing before you, nishimura riki.

“yes you nishimura! do you seriously have no manners?” you scolded the boy just to receive an eye roll from him.

“to be honest,” he said, taking a step closer to you. “I don’t really care.”

oh how he made your blood boil.

he began to walk away from you, but after taking two steps he turned back around.

“oh and I forgot to mention,” he said, looking down at you. “you should probably stop daydreaming about things that’ll never happen…”

“because you’ll never get a boyfriend,” riki said with a smirk on his face before finally walking away from you.

oh he’s really done it now.

you started to march towards riki just for minji to put her hand on your shoulder and pull you back.

“just let him go,” minji said with a sigh.

“no way! I’m not letting him get away with saying that to me,” you replied, ripping minji’s hand off of your shoulder before beginning to walk after riki once more.

“nishimura!” you shout at the boy. “who do you think you are?!”

“better than you,” he says, turning his head around to look at you.

“well, news flash! you aren’t,” you yell at him. he scoffs as he turns his head back around and continues to walk away from you.

“don’t walk away from me!” you shouted, quickening your pace so you could catch up to him.

“why? do you want my attention or something?” he asked, smirking as he turned around to face you.

“ugh as if,” you grumbled, furrowing your eyebrows.

“as if!” riki said in a high-pitched voice, mocking you.

he lets out a laugh before walking away, but now he’s walking backwards just so he could look at you.

“you should really be nicer to people,” you reply, following him once more.

“I am nice!” he defends himself, placing his hand over his heart, pretending to be offended by your words.

“yeah right,” you say, rolling you eyes.

“just not to you,” he adds, continuing to walk backwards—which in all honesty, was a really bad idea.

since riki was facing you and not looking at where he was going, he bumped into a small table that was placed up against the wall in the hallway. the sudden movement of the table made a glass vase, which had a bouquet of white roses in it, fall over and onto the floor.

CRASH!

the vase had shattered on the floor, leaving the roses in a puddle of water on the ground, surrounded by shards of glass.

“look at what you did!” riki blamed you, pointing to the mess on the floor.

“what I did?! look at what you did!” you retorted, “this is your fault. if you were looking where you were going then maybe you wouldn’t have caused this mess!”

“well maybe if you weren’t annoying me then I wouldn’t have-”

“well maybe if you weren’t annoying me first-”

“well maybe if you hadn’t showed up to this party then none of this wouldn’t have happened!” riki spat out at you.

“what…” you mumbled in utter confusion.

“you shouldn’t even be here. these parties aren’t for people like you,” he stated, looking down at you.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, crossing your arms.

“you’re a loser y/n! you always have been and you always will be,” riki stated coldly.

your eyes widened at his words. you knew he was mean, but to say something like that? you stood there looking at him, not able to fathom the fact that you once had a crush on the boy standing before you.

you were in your second year of middle school when you developed feelings for your first crush, nishimura riki. he was friends with some boys in the higher grades and was quite popular among the students in your grade. you began to crush on him a week after school had started since he sat next to you in history class. your feelings for him grew as school went on because you saw him everyday and you even had to do a project with him once.

it was the middle of the school year—about february—when a girl you were kinda friends with told you to confess to riki, telling you that he would totally go out with you and that you would have a boyfriend for valentine’s day. you, being young and naive, trusted the girl’s words and decided to tell riki how you felt.

big mistake.

it was lunchtime and you entered the cafeteria, looking around for riki’s table. you found him in almost an instant, especially with how loud his friends were. you walked up to his table and with a sudden rush of confidence you tapped on his shoulder.

“huh?” he uttered, turning his head around to face you.

“hi,” you said quietly.

“hi?” he repeated, scrunching up his eyebrows.

“riki, I really really like you,” you blurted out, causing riki to raise his eyebrows. his friends were biting their lips and covering their mouths, trying to hold back their laughter, which you failed to notice.

“and- and I was wondering if you would go out with me,” you added, looking at him with hope in your eyes. he turned his head, looking around the cafeteria, then looking at his friends, before setting his gaze back on you.

“who are you again?” he asked, genuinely confused. his friends continued to try to hold back their laughter, which they were failing at miserably. you ignored them as you kept your eyes on riki.

“I’m y/n, we have history together,” you said, hoping he would remember you. “you sit next to me… a-and we did a project together a few weeks ago,” you added, just for him to furrow his eyebrows once more.

“I don’t recall,” riki said before turning his attention away from you as he began to eat his lunch. you stood next to the table, dumbfounded as you watched him eat his sandwich. suddenly, he stopped eating and turned to you again.

“why are you still here?” riki asked in a rude tone. you honestly couldn’t comprehend anything that was happening in that moment, but you decided to speak anyway.

“I-I thought-” you stuttered.

“listen, uh… what’s your name? y/n or something, right? whatever it doesn’t matter,” riki said, looking up at you. “I don’t like you, alright? and I’d never go out with you.”

hearing his words felt like a knife just stabbed you in the heart. he seriously couldn’t have rejected you a little nicer? out of embarrassment, you turned away and quickly ran out of the cafeteria. as you left, you heard riki’s obnoxious friends burst out in laughter.

“wow riki, look at you!” one of his friends cheered.

“who does she think she is?” another one of his friends asked in between laughs.

“I know right, what a weirdo,” riki laughed. your eyes welled up with tears as you ran to the closest bathroom.

ever since that day, riki started to tease you in any way possible: making fun of you in class, calling you names, bringing up how you had a crush on him, and when his friends were around, he would be extra irritable towards you.

that was the first and last time you were confessing to someone ever again.

you turned away from riki, careful not to step in any shards of glass, and walked away from him. you felt tears begin to well up in your eyes.

“no no no! don’t cry!” you told yourself as you fanned your face, hoping to stop the tears from falling. you had to get out of here. you had to find minji.

you pushed past people in the crowded house, trying to find your best friend. luckily for you, she was standing where you last left her, by the drink table.

“y/n!! there you are! I thought you left me for good,” minji half-joked as you ran up to her.

“I wanna go home,” you muttered, making minji’s cheerful expression change into one of worry.

“what happened?” she asked you, looking deep into your glassy eyes. you opened your mouth to say something but no words came out.

“Y/N! WAIT!” you heard a voice yell. you turn around to see riki pushing past people, making his way towards you.

you turn back around to face minji. you didn’t even need to tell her what happened because after seeing riki, she already knew.

minji was about to say something when you walked away from her, wanting to get as far away from riki as possible.

you made your way through the living room, trying to get to the front door. as you squeezed past people you heard riki’s faint voice calling after you. you walked faster, stumbling as you bumped into the upperclassmen that were crowded by the couch. you saw the front door down the hallway.

“it’s the final stretch,” you thought as you approached the doorway that connected the living room with the hallway. but before you could step out of the living room, you felt a hand grasp your wrist, tugging you backwards. you turn around, stopping in your tracks when you see that riki is the one holding onto your wrist.

“y/n-” riki said, breathing heavily.

“what?!” you snap, ripping your wrist out of his hand.

“uhm…” he uttered quietly. you rolled your eyes before turning around and trying to walk away.

he grabbed your wrist again.

“don’t go,” riki begged. you spun around to face him and he looked kinda…upset?

“why? you said that you didn’t want me here just a second ago,” you protested. he let go of your arm.

“I-” riki started before getting cut off by someone yelling.

“LOOK WHO’S UNDER THE MISTLETOE!” you heard an obnoxious voice shout.

you examined your surroundings, trying to figure out who just screamed, but instead you saw a bunch of eyes on you. by instinct, you tilted your head up, shifting your gaze to the ceiling above you. there hung the festive plant from the top of the doorway you were standing under. shit.

you averted your gaze away from the mistletoe and instead locked eyes with riki, who for some reason, looked very calm about this situation. you on the other hand—felt like you’ve completely lost your mind.

“KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!” people started to chant.

you turned towards the hallway, hoping to run away from this horrid position, but there was a crowd of people blocking your way. instead, you turn the other way. maybe you can leave through the living room? wrong. there were even more teens standing in a crowd next to you, you couldn’t even see into the living room with how many people were gathered there. you had no chance of escaping this.

“so…” you heard riki mumble. you turn your head to look at him.

“so?” you repeat, furrowing your eyebrows. he doesn’t elaborate.

you sigh before deciding to speak up.

“EVERYBODY SHUT UP!” you scream at the top of your lungs, causing the crowd to stop chanting.

“you all are out of your mind if you think I’m going to kiss him,” you say, emphasizing the word “him” in an offended voice.

“but you guys are under the mistletoe! you have to kiss!” someone yells, breaking the crowd’s silence.

“yeah!” another voice shouts, “you can’t break a tradition!”

the crowd cheers, beginning to chant, “KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!” once more.

you glance at riki, whose expression is unreadable. you stare into his eyes as you fiddle with your fingers, trying to think of something, anything, to get out of this situation.

suddenly, you felt pressure on the back of your head, pushing you forward.

the last thing you saw was a hand behind riki’s head, pushing him towards you, before your lips collided into his.

there was no way in hell you were kissing nishimura riki right now. what kinda sick dream nightmare is this?! you know your past self would be ecstatic to know you were kissing your first ever crush, your “dream man.” how disgusting.

you felt your face heat up with every second that your lips were against his. was it from anger? embarrassment? or from the feelings you still had for him since middle school? the feelings that you shoved deep down into your heart, ignoring them since he rejected you that one day.

the kiss felt like it lasted forever, when in reality, it was just a small peck that was over in seconds.

you stared at riki with wide eyes after pulling away from the forced kiss. after locking eyes with him for a split second, you immediately turn away and start to run towards the front door, squeezing past the people who were blocking your way.

you push open the door and breathlessly stumble outside into the cold. you deeply inhale through your nose, taking in the sense of freedom, before exhaling through your mouth as you slowly walk down the snow covered driveway.

“I have to call minji,” you thought to yourself. you reach down into your bag just to realize that you didn’t have your bag with you—or your coat for that matter. well now what? you needed minji to drive you home and you needed your stuff that you left inside. you shivered at the thought of entering the house again—or maybe it was because it was below freezing out and you had no jacket on? you couldn’t really tell.

just then, you heard the front door creak open. you turned around in hopes of seeing your best friend there, holding your things, and ready to drive you home. but no. it was him. seriously, out of all people it had to be him?!

you watched riki close the door behind him before jogging down the driveway.

“y/n can we talk?” he panted as he approached you.

“talk? there’s nothing to talk about,” you protested.

“well actually there is, we literally just ki-”

“can we just forget about it?”

“what?”

“forget that it happened, okay?” you demanded, wanting nothing more than to just go home and lock yourself in your bedroom.

“what if I don’t want to forget about it?”

“huh?” you mutter, making riki go silent.

“why…?” you ask, in an almost inaudible voice.

“please don’t make me say it,” he begs, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets.

“say what?” you reply with genuine confusion. he takes a slow, deep breath before answering.

“I really like you y/n and I have for a while.”

what. the. actual. fuck.

“that…doesn’t make any sense,” you ramble,“why- then why did you reject me back then?”

“I wanted to impress my friends and if I rejected you… I thought that maybe they would think I was cool,” riki admitted shyly.

“that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” you snapped.

“I know I know, but please let me-”

“don’t you think you're a bit too late?” you asked coldly, causing his face to fall.

“I…” he mumbled before stopping himself.

“can you please give me a second chance?” riki pleaded, his eyes glassy.

“why should I? you never even gave me a first chance,” you retort while crossing your arms.

“I know, I messed up badly and I really regret that,” he confessed in a shaky voice, “I'm so sorry y/n. I really am.”

the logical part of you wants to scoff at his words, reject him, give him a taste of his own medicine. but the other part of you consists of the feelings you have for him; the feelings you’ve been ignoring for years, not wanting to accept the fact that you were still infatuated by your first crush. you wanted to be with him. you always have.

“I can’t forgive myself for making you hate me but-”

“hate you? I don’t hate you,” you replied as you tugged on the end of the sleeve of your sweater, making it cover your bare hand.

“wait, what?” riki said with a glint of hope in his eyes.

“I hate that I still like you,” you admitted softly, with a small smile appearing on your face.

your words made his face light up in an instant, his bright eyes looked like they held galaxies in them.

you shifted your gaze from his eyes to his lips, which felt so warm and soft against yours a few minutes ago. now they were cracked and more of a purple color due to the chilly weather, but you still wanted to kiss them nonetheless.

you look into riki’s eyes again before taking a hesitant step towards him, your feet crunching on the snow beneath you. it seemed like he was able to read your mind because he copied your actions, taking a step towards you. leaving barely an inch in between the two of you, riki cupped your face with his hands as he pulled you in for a kiss. you leaned into him, deepening the kiss. it felt so good to finally be able to embrace your feelings for him.

after you both pull away, you notice small white specs falling onto riki’s hair. you tilt your head up and look at the sky just to see snow dancing down from the flurries above you. you look back at riki, both of you wearing cheesy smiles on your faces due to the sudden snowfall. he pulls you into a tight hug, resting his chin on your shoulder. you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, embracing his warmth.

“promise me you won’t push me away ever again,” you say almost inaudibly, speaking into his skin as you hug him tighter.

“I promise,” riki replies, laughing lightly.

“and don’t be so stupid!” you scold him half-jokingly, making him laugh even harder.

note : the more I continued writing this, the more I hated it. I feel like the ending is really rushed so I’m very sorry 😭 I feel like I could’ve done better but I wanted to write something and have it up in time for xmas. ANYWHO, thanks for reading and I’ll be back to updating chapters for rage quit. and once again happy holidays!!

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[josephquinnswhore]

Fuckin’ Brat

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader.

Summary: you’ve had a bad day and taking it out on Joel leads to primitive measures to fix your attitude.

Word count: 0.6k

Warnings: swear words, reader having a mental breakdown I guess, Joel using pet names like angel, brat.

alternative thoughts to the other little blurb I posted about this pic. Bonus pic for better effect.

You were so fucking tired, so worn and aching and sweaty and irritated. The combination usually wouldn’t have been that much of an issue on a normal day; you were great at handling your emotions and worked through them like a champ.

Today things had fallen apart; a handful of otherwise tiny manageable things that all add up in what becomes a cluttered mess that accumulates like a fire hazard. The more things that go wrong; the more flammable you become.

And fuck you were about to blow up.

First it was Janice, the old hag from down the street, complaining about your dog, burnie, a well behaved border collie, he was a bit stupid sometimes; he liked to chase the birds that flew through her garden. That became a you issue. She was lucky he didn’t chase her.

Then, as you get to the hall to start volunteering for the lunch service, cooking for all the guys coming home from patrol; nothing had been started. No prep, no cooking. No cleaning. You roll up your sleeves and pick up the slack; because you’re a fucking people pleaser who can’t say no.

Lastly, you get home, just wanting to relax and read a chapter of your romance book. Only to find it had tea spilt all through it; the pages were now a damp shade of brown, soaked and completely ruined. Ellie had looked at it last night after showing some intrest, neglecting to put the precious book back onto its respective shelf.

Ellie said she’d clean up after herself, you understood she was just a teenager and she probably just forgot.

But you couldn’t help but just explode, it was the final fucking straw. The match that had lit the impending internal explosion.

In that exact moment your brain had decided to short circuit into a fit of rage, Joel walks through the door, walking snow all through the house as he sits on the lounge, groaning loudly.

“Couldn’t even take your fucking boots off at the door?” You scold angrily, gesturing to the mess he’d walked though the house.

Joel stopped untying his boots to look at you; he raises his eyebrow, giving you an unspoken warning.

Don’t speak to me like that again.

But you got the message, you just push further, knowing he would snap eventually.

“Thanks for letting the damn dog out this morning too, now Janice is on my fucking ass as always!” You grumble, starting to pace a little.

Joel stood off the lounge, bending at the knees a little so he’s more your height and he rested his palms on the top of his jeans on his thighs. His head was tilted as he watched you ramble, waiting for you to realise you’d fucked up.

“She’s that obsessed with you, she’s got to take her shit out on me, maybe you should just go over there and stuff her full of your co-“

Your rambling is cut short by a large hand roughly gripping your chin, your eyes widen at the sudden action and he jerks your face towards his, you stumble forward two steps. He doesn’t take his eyes off you.

“Fuckin’ finish that sentence, angel.” He growls lowly, warning you against it. He waits, looking at you expectantly.

You freeze, blinking dumbly at him. He hums.

“You really want me to go over there and stuff Janice full of my cock, huh? Show her what she’s missing, why she’s rightfully jealous of you?” His tone was husky. His eyes hadn’t left your own.

Your eyes water at the thought, your shoulders droop as you shake your head no.

“‘S what I thought. Listen to me real careful now, angel.” His voice is softer, but still demands that you comply with his orders.

He softens his grip on your chin, but still maintaining that eye contact.

“You’re gonna come sit on my lap, tell me what happened today, and you’re gonna stop being such a fuckin’ brat. Understand?”

You nod frantically, tears welling in your eyes, Joel knew you needed him to put you in place, to break you down so you’d stop pushing all your problems down to bury them. So you’d finally open up and embellish in the support you needed. He would listen, and help however he could.

“Repeat it, baby.” He orders firmly.

“I’m gonna sit on your lap and tell you why I’m upset..” You trail off for a moment. “And stop bein’ a brat.” You mumble.

Joel let’s go of your chin, sitting back down on the lounge where he pats his lap. You sit on your throne and cry to him; about everything that had happened.

He spends hours with you; in his arms, letting you cry and rant about all the stress you’d harboured. You were thankful for the stern and loving man that was Joel Miller.

#pedro pascal #joel miller #tlou #the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller x you #joel miller blurb

[rainchyna]

𓆩♡𓆪 episode ten: Cherry Coke.

“what flowers?” Hunter asked, you both share a confused expression. funny enough, he looked more confused than you did. “y’know, those in my locker room… with the note and all that” you explain.

Hunter just stood there.

he was confused because he didn’t recall buying you flowers, and then he began getting a little upset because… wow. someone beat him to buying you flowers. well damn.

“‘wanna see those” he mumbled as you two began walking to your locker room. you couldn’t see it because you were focusing on trying to find out who got you the flowers, but Hunter? oh he was pissed.

some really got you flowers.

someone bought you, his girl who isn’t his girl flowers. he thought that the locker room would know by now, those dating rumours were going around for a fucking reason. these people should know that you were at least talking.

oh, he was livid.

the sight of the large flower bouquets didn’t make him feel any better, he noticed the smaller bouquets too.

“who the hell got these?” he asked, you look up at him, a frown had settled on his face. then you look down at his hands, they were clenched in tight fists and a lot of his veins were visible.

“I-… I don’t know” you began, “I thought it was you that’s why I asked”.

Hunter hums, “okay” he firmly says.

now you were just worried, you knew this look, you knew Hunter. he was about to fuck something up.

“where’s the note?” he asked, you immediately give it him and watch as he carefully reads it.

“backstage admirer?” he read out loud, “fucking hell” he laughed.

this is not good.

“do you know someone who would’ve gotten you flowers?” he asks.

now, if you were being honest, Steve and Owen would always tell you about how the boys backstage would always talk about how much they found you attractive and how they’d kill to be in Hunter’s place.

“I know… some” you say, Hunter looks at you, “Shawn said he knows who it is” you add. Hunter raises an eyebrow, “oh?”

you can almost see the cogwheels in his brain twist and turn, “alright then”.

this really, isn’t good.

2:44 pm, Lita’s locker room.

it was really hot outside. the only thing that was keeping you cool was the cold can of cherry coke that you were sipping on.

“are you actually okay?” Lita asked, you groan loudly. “bro, Hunter is pissed.”

Lita’s eyes widened as she side eyed you, “the flowers?” she asked, “the flowers” you nod. Lita loudly hums, “well shit” she mutters.

“I don’t want him doing stupid shit, that’s why I’m worried” you say. “I mean..” Lita trails off as she opens a can of red bull, “I don’t see him doing stupid shit, he’ll probably pull something… tactical, y’know”

she was right. Shawn’s backstage politicking habits have rubbed on Hunter heavily, he might convince Vince to derail someone’s push or even get them fired. you still couldn’t help but worry about him, or the person he’ll be taking his anger out on.

“Shawn has to be bluffing” Chyna says, she was laid out on the couch in front of you. “you know Shawn, he may know something, but probably just enough to make a joke out of it” she explained.

you hum, there has to be a way for you to get something out of Shawn. he has to be lying, there’s no way he’d do something that he knows will piss his friend off, something that’ll hurt him even! there’s a lie somewhere here…

“god” you groan.

“oh, by the way, I overheard Shawn and Sunny arguing the other day. Sunny kept mentioning your name” Lita said.

you and Chyna sit up and face each other before looking at Lita. “how are you gonna casually bring that up?” Chyna asked. Lita shrugs, “I just forgot to tell you. anyways, Sunny was complaining about how Shawn gives Y/n all of his attention, and how he doesn’t care about her anymore”

it wasn’t like you and Shawn were together all the time, you’ve been cool for the past past two weeks, apart from today that is.

“literally what?” you ask.

“yeah, and she said that he’ll have to pick between you and her” Lita adds.

lord god, this is ghetto. it wasn’t like she didn’t know that you and Shawn were barely even friends, Sunny also kept trying to start up shit with you for no reason. you had better things to do rather than fight someone for a man, a man that you didn’t want. yikes.

“ugh.” Chyna gags, “tell me about it” you snicker. Lita laughed, “I don’t know man, something about knowing that you literally have her gagged is so funny. you should rub it in her face for fun”

you frown, you didn’t like Shawn enough to even consider being that nice to him in front of someone, let alone Sunny. so, the idea of being extra nice to him to piss Sunny off was.. eh, well it was something. hm, maybe you do need to be nice to him.

“I’ll think about it.. later”

you had more than enough occupying your mind right now.

7:45 pm, cafeteria.

Hunter moved his can of cherry coke in circles. he was sitting at a table across from Shawn who was having the same beverage.

Hunter’s stare could burn holes through the tin can, he was genuinely livid. “you alright?” Shawn asked as he noticed that his friend had began squeezing the top of the can. “yep” Hunter sternly said, the can had little indents in it now.

the cafeteria was quite, but it was all too noisy for Hunter. he could hear the staff walking around setting up the arena for the show later, he was able to recognise Steve and Bret’s voices having a conversation down the hall.

he could hear Sunny’s annoying laugh too, the cafeteria itself was quite, but everything else - including Hunter’s mind - wasn’t.

he suddenly remembered what you said.

“Shawn said he knows who it is.”

does he?

“hey, uhm” Hunter began, he stopped for a second and contemplated whether he wanted to do this or not. Shawn was his friend after all.

“do you know what’s with the flowers in Y/n’s locker room?”

Shawn was playing around with his watch, he barely even heard Hunter at first before he looked at him. “nah, no idea”

“oh, swear?” Hunter’s jaw clenched as Shawn hummed, “because I asked Y/n, and she said that you told her that you knew who it was” Hunter added.

Shawn was still as nonchalant as ever, “‘was just teasin’ her” he smiled.

Hunter leaned back in his seat as he took a sip from his drink. one of you wasn’t telling the truth, and Hunter wasn’t about to question his angel. either Shawn’s lying, or there’s a part of the story that he doesn’t know.

he’d like to believe the latter.

Shawn knew where this conversation was going, he was just teasing you! like he always does! Shawn could basically smell the jealousy and anger that reeked from Hunter.

it was silent for a couple minutes, the tension between the two men just kept building up, waiting to be cut by something. even the air would rather be anywhere but here right now.

“honestly?” Hunter asked

“why would I lie to you?” Shawn finally looked at him.

9:35 pm, Raw <Live>

the crowd’s continuous boos were drowning The Undertaker, they didn’t care about what he wanted to say, they didn’t even want him out here. as much as everyone enjoyed the storyline you had going on, they were beginning to get a bit bored of the repetitiveness. they needed something exciting!

chants of “SAVE US Y/N!” began, and once those started no one was going to be able to stop them. there’s been a lot of iconic moments in your career, and the birth of the “Save us Y/n” is definitely up there. it’s both a blessing and curse, a blessing because it can spice up a segment when necessary. only when necessary.

it was also a curse because when it wasn’t necessary, the fans would begin the chant to distract themselves from whatever bullshit was going on in the ring. it had ruined so many segments that wouldn’t been good and messed with wrestlers who were green on the mic.

now, it was just pissing The Undertaker off.

“Y/N IS NOT SAVING YOU FROM SHIT!” he yelled into the microphone.

your music immediately hit and the fans went feral.

the chants went on for a bit as you and The Undertaker stood in the ring facing each other. “I have an offer to make” you began, and the crowd calmed down. “but before I make it, let me introduce my beloved guests”

Bret and Owen came out to Excellence of Execution and the crowd began chanting for the Hart Foundation. Bret was noticeably limping as he walked down the ramp as his ankle was injured.

you look up at The Undertaker as the brothers stand behind you. “Summer Slam is next week, and I think it’s about time we cut this shit and end it” you speak into the microphone. “so how about, Summer Slam, the main event, us three against your choosing from your team in a triple tag team match” you say and the crowd cheers, Taker looks away.

“you told me to prove myself, this is the only way I can face you, officially of course”.

The deadman looks into the crowd longingly, he doesn’t answer for a while, trying to decide whether or not he wants to this.

“hello?” Owen asks, “why should I take up your offer?” Taker asks, you frown at him. “why should you? why should you? you’re the one who started this because you couldn’t stop crying about how this business is built on respect, you’re the one who started this because I apparently aren’t worthy to hold my championship, you started this because you couldn’t stop whining like a little bitch.”

“watch your fucking mouth, Y/l/n”

Bret quickly gets between you and The Undertaker, “I’m standing here, telling you and everyone that I can show you my worth, and you’re running away from the opportunity. you’re a phony motherfucker, nothing but a sellout that hides behind the name of “respect””

“if this is what you’re offering, a waste of my time, you can keep it. I don’t have time for little girls like you” Taker says, he got out from between the ropes and the crowd heavily booed him as he made his way back up the ramp.

“you’re just scared!” you yell into the microphone, he continues walking. “you’re scared because you know I’m right! you’re scared because I’ve already earned your respect but you don’t want to admit it”

he didn’t stop.

“you’re scared because a woman can do your job better than you.”

The Undertaker stopped in his tracks and the crowd popped, yup. that’ll do it.

“what did you say to me?”

“you heard me.”

“listen here you little-”

“yes or no?” you ask

“excuse me?” he asks, “it’s either yes, I’ll take the offer and face you. or no, I’d rather admit that you’re better than me”

a “yes!” chant broke out and Owen began hyping up the crowd but jumping around the ring. The Undertaker stared at you intently, then he suddenly put his hands up, before dragging them down causing the lights to go out.

when the light came back on, Shawn Michaels and Luna Vachon were standing in the ring with you, and before anyone could say anything they began attacking you three.

“take that as a yes”

#rainchyna #rainchyna’s sour grapes #wwf xreader #wwf fics #wwf headcanons #wwf headcanon #wwf fanfic #wwf fanfiction #wwe shawn michaels x reader #wwf shawn michaels x reader #shawn michaels x reader #hbk x reader #wwe hbk x reader #wwf hbk x reader

[merowkittie]

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ANSWERING MY REQUEST!!! I HAD TO COME BACK AND ASK SOMETHING ELSE TOO<3

Can I request a Hanako x reader where he finds out his s/o is being bullied??

Like they would be called names by their classmates sometimes and they even have a few close friends who would get violent if they don’t get their way and such

And his s/o tried so hard to hide it as well not wanting him to be concerned. Maybe a little bit of Yandere Hanako and how he would react to this situation!

Thank you!! Headcanons or oneshot is your choice!

I’m so glad you loved it! Hopefully this one is what you were looking for <3 @under-the-cherrytree also I’m sorry it took so long, I’ve been busy :,)

Bro I’m not even gonna lie I forgot abt this so it’s been sitting in my drafts..

Hanako finding out you’re getting bullied!

Tears were streaming down your face as you ran through the halls and into your favorite bathroom. The bathroom that belonged to your friend.. or maybe you were more??

You couldn’t think of that at the moment as so many things bended your mind and flooded your senses.

You felt those salty tears go into your mouth and into your nose. Your face was hot and your head was pounding.

The faucet ran cold water and you splashed it repeatedly onto your face. The water went down your neck and spilled onto your dress.

No cares filled your head though because all you wanted was for everyone and everything to go away.

You looked into the mirror and saw your reflection.

Your cheeks were burning, eyes red and puffy and your lips trembling. Your curls were sticking out in different direction and the glossy lip gloss you were wearing was smudged.

“I really am a mess, aren’t I?” You mumbled to yourself with a dry chuckle.

And as those words you left you could feel the hairs on your neck rise as a loud voice rang out.

“How dare you! My Y/n, you aren’t a mess!” The ghost yelled out.

“Hanako! What did I tell you about Privacy!” You pouted at the boy whilst drying off your face with a paper towel.

Hanako was going to say something but stopped. He took a good look at you and his brows furrowed.

“What happened to you?” He stopped floating and stood in front of you, hesitant to do anything.

You didn’t want to say anything, but you know how persistent he can be.. You made eye contact with him and melted.

“Don’t do anything stupid?” You asked, giving him a knowing look.

“..Ok! Sure!”

Not convincing but ok.

“It was just a few bullies. Nothing more really.” You smiled at him.

“Obviously it’s more than that if you’re in here crying and.. is that a black eye??” Hanako practically growled at you.

“Calm down! It’ll go away in like.. a week? I don’t know. But it doesn’t matter.”

“Calm down? When someone’s hurting you?!” He sucked in a breath, “You’re not ok! And you’ve been avoiding me these last few days if I may add..” he pouted like a puppy and crossed his arms.

“Hanako, you’re overreacting! You have other ppl to talk to like Nene, Kou.. the other wonders!” You smiled at his pouting figure, “Besides.. I just don’t see what you see in me.”

His eyebrows shut up and his jaw dropped.

“Y/n/n! You know I adore your presence! You don’t try to attack or hit me every five seconds! And you’re not clingy like Tsukasa, and you actually don’t complain about cleaning the bathroom.. sometimes.” He exclaimed loudly.

But then it went silent.

“Hey! You distracted me there for a second.. tell me what’s really happening though, Y/n! It’s not right.. I don’t like when I see you hurt..” he looked at his shoes, away from you, “Especially since I can’t do anything about it.. it makes my blood boil.”

Your eyes go wide and it goes silent again. Just the small sounds of the water dripping out of the faucet.

“Hanako.. I’ve been dealing with this for years. I’m used to it! It’s just.. you know how only a couple of us can really see you? One of the girls found out I talk to ‘myself’ in here soo you know! She kinda just started saying I’m crazy, I’m talking to ghosts and you know how this goes.” You showed him your red knuckles, “So I punched her and she punched me back.” You laughed at that, making Hanako let out a small chuckle as well.

“Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“I hope you know I cherish you more than anything on this earth.. so please tell me if anything’s going on from now on?”

Your eyes soften at the boy and you kid your head with a smile.

“I will, Hanako.”

(This shit was ass bro … 😭)

#reader insert #comfort #tbhk anime #tbhk hanako #toliet bound hanako kun #hanako x reader #tbhk headcanons #tbhk x reader

[xxiamtiebrousxx]

Midnight Kisses (Vampire! Sniper x Hunter! Reader)

This was intended as a joke (no not really). This was such a wonderful (three part) oneshot that I loved writing! So, I decided to add the details I left out and make it a short fanfic.

PART ONE

I held onto my wooden stake and garlic string as I drove. A vampire had been terrorizing the citizens of Teufort and targeting the women. Mayor Mike hired me to take him down. Of course I had to be on guard and not fall for his charms. I read it in the books. Vampires can be quite the ladies’ man. How do you think Dracula got his three wives?

I walked around town, asking the people what they knew. Some men said that their wives left in the middle of the night and never returned. One boy said that his mother was ghastly pale. She complained that a pair of holes in her neck were the problems. I was taught well in the arts of healing. I did a couple of blood transfusions and she was better. I told her husband to  make sure the windows were closed and that she wore garlic around her neck. I also said to put out a rosary on her nightstand. 

I finished integrating the townsfolk and returned to my car. I wrote down everything I had learned and drove to the vampire’s lair. Mayor Mike informed me that it lived in the outskirts of town, near the Badlands. I drove out into the desert and found nothing but cacti and a wooden mine. As I drove back to Teufort, the gas tank ran dry and my car died.

“Dang it!” I exclaimed, hitting the wheel. I got out of the car and checked the tank. Something had slashed it. I groaned, kicking the dirt. Night was falling fast and the vampire would be on the prowl again. I opened my trunk and grabbed the tent. I pitched it and slid in the sleeping bag. I started a fire, which crackled to life. After a while, the sun set and the twilight arrived. I watched as the small fire I had going on reached for the stars.

“Out ‘ere for something?” I jumped up, grabbing my crossbow. I aimed it at the stranger who stood before me. He chuckled, raising up his hands. “Oi ain’t gonna hurt ya,” he said. 

“Who are you?” I asked. The stranger pushed down my crossbow.

“Oi am a fellow loike ya that’s stuck in the desert,” he replied. “What about you?” I set down my weapon, trusting the stranger.

“I’m a monster hunter,” I replied. “I was hired to take down a vampire, but I haven’t found him.” The stranger sat down on one of the chairs I brought out.

“You seem loike someone I can trust,” he said. “I’m Mick.” He held out his hand.

“I’m Y/n,” I replied, shaking his hand. Mick smiled. I took a seat next to him, grabbing my onion rings. “Want some?” I asked, holding out the bag. Mick shook his head.

“No thanks, I just ate,” he replied.

“Is that what that is?” I asked, pointing to the little red stains around his mouth. He wiped his hand, looking at the smear.

“Oh, I forgot,” he said. I chuckled, handing him a napkin. He wiped his face, missing some spots. “There, am I good, mate?” Mick asked. I shook my head.

“You still got some on your upper lip,” I said, tapping my own. Mick simply licked it. I giggled. “What’d you have for dinner?” I asked. Mick blushed.

“Oh, Oi, uh,” he stuttered. “You know what? It’s getting late, I should get going.” 

“How are you gonna get back to town? You said you were stuck, like me,” I said. His red face reddened. I looked at him. “Mick,” I said, “why don’t you use my tent for the night. I’m sure we can both get back to town together.” He nodded and went in. I grabbed my crossbow and followed.

“Oh, you’re comin’ too?” he nervously asked. 

“Yeah, out of the two of us here, I’m the one trained to kill a vampire,” I answered. Mick blushed furiously.

“Uh, I’m a snipah,” he said. I raised an eyebrow.

“Really?” he nodded. I gave a small “tsk” and laid down next to him. “As my guest, you can have the sleeping bag.” As if something had switched in Mick, he immediately became more… curious? No, that wasn’t the right word.

“No,” he said. “Why don’t ya have it? You’re the host.” I blushed. His voice seemed deeper. More, hypnotizing. His blue eyes seemed to entrance me.

“Uh, okay?” I answered. He smiled and unzipped the bag for me. I rolled into it and he zipped me up halfway. “You’re not gonna zip it up all the way?” I asked. Mick shook his head.

“I think you’re foine loike that,” he answered. He laid down next to me and put his arm across me. I started to sweat. 

“G-goodnight,” I stuttered.

“G’night,” Mick replied in a suggestive tone. I gulped.

I think I found the vampire.

We quickly fell asleep, well I did at least. For all I cared, the vampire could've been waiting to attack. There were signs to back up my reasoning. First, he was "flirtatious." Secondly, he appeared out of nowhere.

After a while I woke up, looking to my side. Mick had fallen asleep. I checked my neck. No holes. I sighed, relieved. I quietly unzipped my sleeping bag. I opened the tent and closed it. I was going to be free.

“Where do ya think you’re goin’?” I gasped. Mick stood before me, the moon illuminating his face. His eyes were red, not blue.

“You are the vampire!” I exclaimed. I jumped into the tent, with Mick following. I reached for the crossbow, but he was upon me. He bared his fangs, hissing. I screamed, finally grabbing the crossbow. I reached for the silver stake and cut Mick’s face. He yelped and got off. I ran out of the tent. I jumped in the car, but Mick was already in there.

“Hello luv,” he said, lunging at me. I screamed, forcing my hand onto his face. His fangs cut my hand. I pulled back in pain. Mick chuckled, raising me towards him. 

“Don’t!!!” I yelled, struggling in his grip. He chuckled again.

“G’night.”

It was a long time that I was in pain and knocked out.

I opened my eyes. It was daylight and I was still in my car, the door broken off. My neck pooled with blood. Some of it was dried already. I groaned, rubbing my neck. Two holes had been punctured in my skin. Right where he hit me. I groaned, reaching for the holy water in my bag. It would sting, but it would stop my transformation into a vampire. I looked out into the horizon. 

I was gonna get that vampire.

PART TWO

I opened my eyes, screaming in pain. I dreamt that Mick had attacked me again. It had been a week since he bit me. I managed to close the wound and I hadn’t turned into a vampire. Unfortunately, during the process of sucking my blood, Mick managed to get some of his into my bloodstream. It wouldn’t affect me badly, but we were now connected like soulmates. If he got hurt, I would get hurt.

My big, bulky phone with the antennae began to ring and I answered.

“Hello?” I groggily asked.

“Hey Y/n,” Mike said over the phone. “Have you been able to locate that vampire?” the mayor asked. I stood up from my bed and walked over to the window.

“No, but I’m close,” I replied. “I have some leads on his whereabouts.” I could hear Mike smiling over the phone.

“Good, I hope you can get him killed before my daughter’s birthday in three days,” he said. “Bye bye.” I groaned. There was no way I was going to have Mick killed before her birthday. I walked to the dining area of the hotel I was staying at. People chattered with one another. I grabbed a stack of pancakes from the buffet and orange juice. I sat down near one of the T.V screens. News reporters spoke of the missing women in Teufort. I sighed, setting down the empty glass.

How long did I have until all of Teufort became vampire infested?

I walked back to refill my juice when I saw him. I growled, clenching down hard on my teeth.

Mick was sitting, surrounded by tons of girls. He smiled and laughed, telling jokes, which the ladies laughed at. Tomorrow, all of them would wake up in pain if they stayed. “Move aside, people,” I said, pushing through the crowd of people. I slammed my hands down on the table Mick was sitting at, scaring the vampire and girls. He scoffed, shrugging off the surprise.

“‘Ello luv,” he said. “Long time no see.” I growled again.

“You, me, outside,” I said, turning around. “Now.” Mick looked at his fangirls, then back to me.

“Oi can’t leave now,” he said. “Oi just sat down!”

“You really wanna mess with me?!?” I yelled. He looked at me, surprised.

“Alright, alright,” Mick replied, standing up. He followed me outside to the patio. “What the bloody heck is your problem?” he asked, throwing his arm in the air.

“It’s my job to hunt you down!” I replied. “Mayor Mike hired me to take you down. Since you’re here, I might as well take you down.” I pulled out a silver knife.

“Hold on,” he said, putting up his hands. “You can’t kill me.”

“Why is that?” I asked, pressing the blade against his neck. I caused it to bleed, which in turn affected me. Blood dribbled down our necks.

“That’s why.” I scoffed, removing the knife.

“What do you suggest we do?” I asked, leaning against the wall. Mick chuckled.

“Oi have an idea,” he said. “A deal ya might say.”

“As if I would take it,” I replied. “But if it means breaking our bond, I’m all ears.” 

“This was addressed to you.” Mick pulled out an envelope, which I snatched.

“Greetings, you are cordially invited to Mayor Mike’s daughter’s twentieth birthday party,” I read. “It takes place this Thursday at four o’ clock at the convention center.”

“Wot do you think?” Mick asked. I looked up.

“What do you plan on doing to Diana?” I asked.

“She’s got good, healthy blood,” Mick replied, crossing his arms. “A vamp loike me wants that.” I bit my lip.

“So if I take you as my plus one, you'll get what you want?” I summarized. “What do I get in return?”

“Freedom,” he replied. “We’d benefit from that.” I walked towards the vampire.

“That’s true, but I won’t get the money since I would fail the mission,” I said. “Mike would blame me for the vampirification of his daughter.”

“Ya could heal her in the end,” Mick answered. “And after ya do, I’ll release ya.” I rubbed my chin.

“It’s a deal,” I said.

Three days had passes and I was ready.

It was unbelievable that Diana wanted a pool party! I drove Mick and I to the party. Mike had a giant pool installed behind the convention center because his “sweetie boo boo” wanted it. I sighed. I wore a bathing suit under my shirt. Mick decided to go in nothing his swimming shorts all the way. I forced him to bring  extra clothes, just in case. Mick was staring at me all the way.  It was hard not to blush. When someone is looking at you in a way that’ll make your heart melt, it’s really hard. Not to mention he didn't have a shirt on. He also had faded scars all over his chest.

“Oi can see ya staring,” he said. I groaned.

“People only stare because it’s kinda uncommon,” I replied, trying not to turn red. “You stand out because you’re a vampire. They have to be attractive.” 

“Ya know Oi wasn’t always loike this,” he said. “I used to be the best assassin slash snoipah to ever live.”

“You’re still alive,” I added. Mick scoffed. 

“Anyway, come nineteen seventy two, I returned home, in Australia,” he said. “Oi found out that my parents were killed by a vampire, so Oi went after him, thus, the current me.” I rolled my eyes.

“Sorry to hear about your parents,” I said.

“Naw, it’s foine,” Mick said, kicking his feet on my dash. “Oi was able to keep my blood sucking instincts hidden, until Oi “died.” My doctor found out and kept it a secret. After we defeated some crazed woman, Oi took her base in Organ Needle.”

“So that’s where you’ve been hiding?” I asked. “In the mountains?” I made a turn and parked the car in front of the convention center.

“Yup,” Mick replied, getting out. I followed and locked the car. I didn’t bring a present. I just bought clean clothes and my tools. 

“Hey Y/n!” Mayor Mike said. He held his arms out and wide. I didn’t go for the hug.

“Mike,” I said. He smiled, looking at Mick.

“Who’s this? Your boyfriend?” he asked. I blushed. Mick smiled.

“Oi’m their plus one,” Mick answered. “Oi heard the real prize is inside.” Mike laughed.

“Oh Y/n, I love this guy!” he exclaimed. “Also, don’t talk about my daughter that way or else I’ll throw you in jail.”

We walked through the inside of the convention center and back outside. Mick whistled at the sight of people. I groaned.

"Hello ladies," he said as girls came up to him giggling. "Oi'll be in the pool," he said to me.

"Fine by me," I replied. I sat in the shade as Mick was swarmed with girls, including Diana. They were laughing and having fun in the pool. The sun was setting and the party was just getting started. I rolled my eyes at his behavior. 

“Y/n, come join us!” Mick exclaimed, waving his hand in the air.

“Yeah, come on!” Diana said. “Don’t be such a sour puss.” 

“I like it over here!” I yelled back. Mick got out of the pool. I groaned, rubbing my head.

“Seriously, come join us,” he said, grabbing my hand. I pulled back. 

“No way!” I said. “I only came here to get cured,” I spat.

“You do as I say or else,” he growled. I sighed.

“Fine.” 

“Alright then.” Mick put his hands on my hips and hoisted me high. “INCOMING!!!” I yelled as I was thrown into the pool. I resurfaced, spluttering the water out of my mouth.

I wasn’t going to enjoy this.

For a while, I stayed near the deep end, far from the crowd. Mick noticed I was far from the pack and swam to me. "You seem lonely," he said. 

"I'm not." He joined my side. He took off his glasses, raising his eyebrow. "Okay, maybe I am," I said.

"What's going on?" Mick asked.

"I'm breaking my vow to my teacher," I said. "I promised him that if there was another vampire, I wouldn't hesitate to get the job done."

"Tsk, that's harsh," he replied. 

"I know, but it was my mistake that got teacher killed," I said. "It was a long time ago. I was just starting out as a hunter. My teacher and I were tasked to kill this vampire he had an encounter with before. They were both in a similar situation like us. When the time came, I couldn't bring myself to kill the vampire. She used to love teacher, but because I had arrived, she tried to kill me. Teacher sacrificed his life to save me, taking the vampire with him. As punishment, I am not allowed a student." Mick stared at me.

"Oi didn't need to hear that," he said.

"I'm sorry," I said. 

"Also, did your teacher have a name?"

"He never told me," I replied. "So when I buried him, next to his lover." I looked up to Mick. "I'm sorry, I'm probably-." He hugged me tightly.

"Just so you know, it wasn't your fault," he whispered. My heart fluttered. Was he being nice? "Take a swim with me, Y/n," he said. "You can hold onto me." And so I did. I held onto his back and he made laps around the pool. It was nice.  I got tired and got out, promising Mick I'd return. "You better," he said. "Oi intend to keep my end of the bargain."

"I'll try to," I said.

I came out of the public showers, dressed in my clean clothes. Night had fallen and the lights illuminated the pool. I looked for Mick, but I didn’t see him.

“He must be at the buffet or something,” I said. I checked at the table, but I didn’t see him there. I walked back into the building and looked around.

I looked until I found him.

“Uh, Oi didn’t uh, Oi didn’t expect to see ya here,” Mick said, faltering. He was with Diana, who was already bitten. She looked at me surprised. 

Diana and Mick had been kissing in the corner. She had her hands all over him and he had her resting on his lap while leaning against the wall. I turned red with fury and embarrassment. It broke my heart.

“I gotta go,” I said, turning around. I rushed out of the building with tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t fall for this man! Sure he was in my dreams a lot and I couldn’t stop thinking about him and I felt so fluttery around Mick. 

I stopped halfway through the exit.

Fudge.

A/n: Yes, there was a whole pool sequence.

PART THREE

I shook my head. No, no, no! I wasn’t falling for him! There was no way I was falling for Mick! He was the enemy! If we were together, he'd cheat or turn on me. I didn't like him! I shouldn't like him! I growled and punched the wall. It hurt like heck, but it was worth it.

“Luv, wot was that about?!” I turned around. Mick was standing behind me, holding his bloody fist that matched mine.

“You deserved it!” I yelled. “I know you felt that and it felt good for me!!!” I stormed off.

“Luv wait-.”

“CALL ME LOVE ONE MORE TIME AND I’M GONNA GET YOU!!!!” I roared. “YOU DON’T KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO BE HUMAN ANYMORE!!! YOU NO LONGER FEEL, YOU NO LONGER HAVE EMPATHY OR SYMPATHY!!! ALL YOU CARE IS ABOUT SURVIVAL, EVEN IF IT MEANS MESSING WITH SOMEONE'S FEELINGS!!!” I stood there panting before the scared Mick. He looked shocked.

“Oi didn’t know you felt that way,” he softly said. “Oi’m sorry.”

“No sorries!” I spat. My voice cracked and he noticed. “I won’t hold my end of the bargain.” 

“Wait, don’t!” he exclaimed. I ran off, heading towards the car. I slammed the door closed as I entered. I reached for my bag but Mick’s hand stopped me. “Oi won’t allow you to kill me,” he said. 

“LET GO!!” I yelled, kicking him off. He grunted as I pushed him hard into the dash. The pain shot up my ribcage. I unzipped the black bag and pulled out my crossbow. I turned around and was face to face with the vampire.

No fangs were bared.

He was close enough to kill me.

I yelled and pulled the silver arrow out of the crossbow. I pushed the weapon’s tip into his chest. Mick clenched his teeth and clawed at his chest, but I pushed the silver tip in deeper.

“Stop,” he said hoarsely. Blood dripped down his mouth. The same happened to me. I pushed it in more. I felt something go through my chest as I kept pushing. I screamed as the arrow reached his heart.

I couldn’t do it anymore. 

I pulled it out.

Mick grabbed his chest, panting. I slipped from underneath him and sat down in the driver’s seat. 

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered. “I’m so sorry. I almost killed you over some stupid crush.” I wiped the fresh tears from my face. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.” I broke into a sob. Mick sighed and hugged me. I harshly pulled away. “No, no, no! Stay away from me!” I yelled, scrambling to the edge of my seat.

“Luv, Oi didn’t mean to hurt ya loike that,” he said. I whimpered as he reached out for me. He pulled back his hand. I looked down at where the stake pierced his heart. Mick looked down too. He was bleeding just like me.

“I hurt you badly,” I said in between gasps. 

“Don’t worry about me,” Mick said. He reached out again, softly grasping my arm. He pulled me forward. “You’re injured, lemme help,” he said. I shook my head, pulling away. I slammed the door open and ran out. I sped up. My teacher taught me to use the wind to my advantage. Keep your silver nearby, that helps too.

I ran and ran. Injured, Mick couldn’t keep up with me. I had dug the silver way too deep. I was in pain, I wasn't going to make it. "Wait up!" Mick called out. I ran faster. Clouds gathered in the sky and raindrops slowly fell to the ground. By the time I reached the hotel, I was soaked.

“Jimmy!” I cried out. The bellhop looked at me. “If a guy with sideburns and a bleeding chest comes in, tell him I left since he’s gonna ask. Tell Cynthia too.” Jimmy was scared.

“Whaddaya mean?” he asked.

“His name is Mick,” I replied. “Don’t let him in, he’s after me.” I ran off for the elevator.

“Should I call the police?!?” Jimmy yelled.

“No, I can handle this!” I cried back. The elevator doors closed and I was transported to the fifth floor. As soon as I got into my room, I packed everything up, except for my healing kit. I put everything under the bed and turned off the lights. I took my phone and rolled under the bed. I dialed the number that belonged to Jimmy.

“Hello?” he asked.

“Hey Jimmy, it’s me, Y/n,” I answered. “Is Mick here yet?” There was some silence.

“Did you say he had sideburns and blood?”

“Yeah,” I said. I removed my shirt.

“Then he’s here,” Jimmy replied. “He’s walking up to the counter. He’s asking Cynthia if you’re here.”

“Did you tell her not to say anything?” I asked, cleaning my wound.  I winced as the cleaning alcohol touched my raw skin.

“Yeah,” Jimmy responded. “She’s telling him you left in a hurry. The man’s leaving.”

“Make sure he does,” I said.

“Roger.” The phone call ended. I sighed. I grabbed the needle and thread. I slowly closed up the wound, wincing with every piercing. The phone began to ring. I answered. “Heya Y/n,” Jimmy said. “He’s gone.” I exhaled.

“Thanks Jimmy,” I replied. “Let me know if he comes back.”

“Hey, are you good?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said. “I should get going, bye.”

“Bye.” I hung up. I rolled out from underneath the bed and I finished closing the wound. I jumped onto the bed and put my shirt on. I looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was only eleven forty. I decided to nap for a while before really leaving Teufort.

I closed my eyes. I wanted to sleep this all away. The rain was peaceful as it lulled my tired self.

I woke up, screaming again. My wound, even though patched up, began to sting. I kept screaming, rolling all over the place. I reached under the bed for the painkillers and was successful in taking one. I had forgotten that Mick and I were still connected. I yelled, throwing my pillow at the door as it opened.

“Ow, luv, why did ya do that?” I groaned again.

“Get out,” I said. Mick emerged from the shadows.

“But are you alright?” he asked. I didn’t answer. I looked down at my feet.

“Are you fine?” I asked, looking up. “I felt pain in my chest. It’s not my pain.” Mick sighed.

“Oi was fixing myself up before I walked into your room,” he said. “I was self healing on my way in.”

“Is that what it was?” I asked. He nodded.

“Catch.” He picked up the pillow and threw it at me. I caught it.

“I’m sorry,” I said. Mick walked over to the bed and sat down.

“So am I,” he said. “Oi shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, no, it’s in your nature,” I replied. “How do you think Dracula got his wives?” Mick laughed. I softly chuckled. “You know, you’re not so bad,” I said. 

“That’s right,” he said. "If you give me a chance, Oi'll show you I'm not bad." I tried to smile. He sighed, tucking some loose hair behind my ear. "Oi just don't want us to end up loike your teacher."

"That was tragic," I replied. "I don't ever want to hurt you again."

"Then it's a deal," Mick said. "We won't hurt each other ever again."

"Deal," I said.

“Hey, what time is it?” he asked. I looked at the clock.

“It’s exactly midnight,” I replied. 

“Good.” Mick gently turned my face towards his and kissed me. I was surprised, but quickly melted into it. I kissed back, caressing his cheeks. “I love ya,” he said in between kisses.

“Love you too,” I answered.

Midnight kisses, they are the best.

PART FOUR

A/n: BONUS CHAPTER BECAUSE YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST!!!! Also, this was inspired by my parents. They remind me of this.

Mick and I were in the pool. The rain had stopped and it was the perfect opportunity. Yeah it was only one in the morning and the pool was supposed be closed but no one locked up and this was Mick's way of making it up to me.

"Ah, this is nice," I said. I floated on my back. Mick was making laps around the pool.

"You sure it wasn't noice back at the other pool?" he asked, panting. I shook my head.

"It wasn't all quiet like this," I replied. "I feel relaxed." I did a small flip underwater before returning to my relaxed position.

"That swim we did was noice, wasn't it?" he asked.

"It was just a couple of laps," I said.

"Oi'd do it again with you." He swam next to me. "Wanna do it again?"

"Nah, I'm tired," I replied, yawning. "Maybe tomorrow."

"Alright." We both walked out of the pool. Man, Mick was sexy. For once, I could think that without scolding myself. I dried myself off with a towel while he shook the water off. I laughed. "Works every time," he said with a smile. We were arm in arm as we walked back to the room. I rested my head against his shoulder. I felt like we were a real couple, walking together. We got back to the room where I took a quick shower. Mick ate out of my mini fridge. "Luv, you out yet?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied, brushing my teeth. I walked into the bedroom. The T.V was on, talking about Mayor Mike and the accident with his daughter. "Oh yeah," I said. They explained how she was found with holes and that doctors were taking care of Diane. They even mentioned me, the hired hunter that was going to take down Mick. "Eh, I'll deal with that in the morning," I said, returning to the bathroom.

Mick was next to use the restroom. He showered, but never got in pajamas. He wore a unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and believe it or not, socks. "What's with the socks? I asked.

"Oi loike 'em," he replied, joining me on the bed. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Oi love being with my favorite hunter," he said. I smiled.

"And I love being with my favorite vampire," I replied. We shared a quick kiss before turning our attention to reruns of old shows. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning I took a blood sample from Mick and presented it to Mike. "I took care of him," I said. "Found him in my room, trying to kill me. Luckily for me, I took him down." 

"Splendid!" Mike exclaimed. "Everybody look! Y/n killed the vampire." I handed him the sample and he handed me my money. 

"For free, I can heal your daughter," I said. And I did. I returned Diane to her normal state. I was hero to these people! After my job was done, I returned to a still alive Mick. "They fell for it," I said. He smiled. The shutters were shut since he'd burn up. I didn't mind.

"Now it's my turn to finish the job," he said, standing up. He took my hands. I felt this relief. A burned had been lifted. 

"What did you do?" I asked.

"We're no longer connected," Mick replied. "Lucky for you, we'll still be together." I smiled, kissing his cheek. 

"I'm glad to be with you," I said. "And guess what? I got you this stone which will allow you to be in the sun," I said, pulling out the ring. "I hope you don't mind, but I got in put into a ring. I got a matching one too."

"Thanks luv," he said. 

"Will you marry me?" I asked jokingly. I got down on one knee.

"Not after we date for a couple months," he replied. "But yes." I smiled and I slipped on his ring. "Where's your ring?"

"In the bag," I said, pointing to it. Mick reached for the box. He opened it and this time, he got on his knee.

"Now, I know you've hated me in the past but we've made up," he said. "And this is a joke," he muttered. I chuckled. "Will you marry me?"

"Of course!" I replied. "Just in a couple months, like you said. Unless we break up."

"Don't say that, you'll jinx us," Mick said, slipping on my ring. 

"I'm joking," I said, laughing. He stood up.

"Oi know," he said. "That's what Oi love about you, you're funny."

"Hey, how did you find me in the desert anyway?" I asked, thinking about our first meeting.

"Oi was flying over when I saw your car parked," he replied. "Oi checked it out and that's how Oi found you." I smiled.

"I don't regret letting you in," I said. "If you exclude the pain, this has been wonderful so far."

"True," he replied.

For a couple nights, we stayed at the hotel. We ate, swam, read, watched T.V, had cuddling and kissing sessions, and slept on a loop until we got tired. Mick and I agreed to move into his base in Organ Needle. I could get a job in Teufort and he could get back into the mercenary business.

"Seems sniping's a good job," I said. We lived with each other for quite some time now. About two months since we met, we lived under the same roof. Our jobs paid us well. I kept monster hunting as a side job, in case the agency ever needed me. I kept Mick a total secret.

"Oi know," Mick replied. "It's hard work, pays well, and it's outdoors!" I smiled, sipping my coffee. 

A couple more months had passed. We were going out or staying home. Mick agreed that he didn't want to be immortal. He wanted to age with me. So, I removed his immortality with a simple cure. As a bonus, I removed all weaknesses, including burning up. He still kept the ring though.

One night, he took me to the beach, which was far away. Mick claimed he had the week off so we went for a mini vacation. We took a stroll on the sand and had a nice dinner. "Y/n, we've known each other for sometime," Mick said. "Oi have loved you since Oi attacked you." I frowned. "Well, when you started to appear in my dreams I fell in love. Anyway, my dreams gave an honest depiction of what you were and I fell in love what that. These last couple of months, Oi fell in love all over again."

"What's your point?" I asked.

"My point is," he replied, getting down on his knee, "will you marry me? For real this time?" I gasped, about to cry.

"Yes," I said with no hesitation. "For real this time."

So that leads me up to date. I was now walking down the aisle of the church. People watched as I nervously made my way to the alter. Mick was handsome in that black suit. It really brought out his eyes. It happened so fast. I was happy, no longer scared or nervous as we said our vows. The priest finally declared us married.

"I love you for all eternity," Mick whispered.

"And even in death, I'll still love you," I replied.

The crowd went wild as we shared our kiss as an official married couple.

And it all started with those midnight kisses.

THE END

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When You Put It Like That

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: After a long time of trying to convince the angel-like Y/N to utter a single bad word, Corpse’s attempts are finally met with success but not the way he expected.

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for this fluffy request, it was a ton of fun to write! I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post it but here it finally is and if you happen to come across it and read it, I hope you enjoy the experience hehe. Love, Vy ❤

“Wait, wait, wait, what did I miss?“ I say as I hop into the Discord call and the Among Us server, running five minutes late since I got carried away reading my chat. My fans tend to do that to me - make me lose track of time and everything else. That’s why I usually try to connect to the call and game before I turn to look at my chat. Unfortunately, I forgot that bit today.

“Omg, Y/N! Put the cat ears on! It’s for the greater good, just trust me!“ Rae commands urgently. Amusingly enough, in the background, muffled a little by her voice is Corpse’s, telling me not to.

“Not that I need a reason to wear cat ears...“ I trail off, equipping the cat ears both in-game and IRL. Yes, I own a pair of cat ears, is that so surprising? “But can someone fill me in on what’s happening?“

“’Cat girls are ruining my life’ just surpassed twenty million views on YouTube, so we’re celebrating! And Mr. Popular Pants over here keeps being a party pooper, saying it’s not a big deal and refusing to put on cat ears.“

That’s when I notice that Corpse’s avatar is the only one wearing a different accessory than the rest of us. It’s this kind of tantrum-throwing-toddler that gets me laughing my butt off every single time. Add to it the witty sibling banter between him and Rae, fun for the whole family. Well, ok, not quite for the whole family with the curse words they sometimes drop left and right.

Speaking of cursing, I don’t do it. I was raised in a household where a curse word would earn me and my siblings a punishment - always different and never not creative but most importantly - always intense enough to make us regret saying a no-no word with our parents or grandparents around. That’s kind of stuck with me and I can’t really get over it. Even when I’m upset, the first thing that comes out of my mouth is that censor word YouTubers use to not get demonetized. I’ve been using those words all my life: shoot, freak, frick, crap, darn etc. - so my channel is always kept kid-friendly in that aspect.  Now with that context in mind, you’ll understand better the shock I received for this next move I made.

“Corpse, Corpse darling, listen to me. It’s not a big deal, it’s a HUGE deal. Don’t play the humble card with us, we know you too well. Allow us to be as excited as you were when you find out!“ I start off sweetly enough, “Sounds good?“

Corpse hesitates for a second, mumbling something under his breath before replying, “Ok, I guess.“

“Great!“ I clap my hands together, “Then put on the fucking cat ears!“

To say everyone in the call, especially Corpse, is stunned would be an understatement. Hell, I’m even stunned for a second or two, my eyebrows raising at my own out of character words. And, as a person who’s only cursed a countable-on-the-fingers-of-one-hand times in her life, boy did it feel freeing and relieving. Why haven’t I been doing it sooner, for fuck’s sake?!

This must be a huge success for everyone present, once again - especially for Corpse who’s been trying to get me to curse basically since the start of our friendship. He seems too shocked to even claim and flaunt his win over my willpower to keep my language clean, which I honestly appreciate.

“Well, when you put it like that...“ He finally mutters, his voice barely reaching me through the ‘oh my Gosh‘ squeals from Rae, Poki, Lily and Leslie who never thought their tries would lead to success. On the screen, I watch as his little black colored avatar equips the famous cat ears, “...How could I possibly complain?“

“Hell fucking yeah!“ I shout, clapping my hands together, “Wooo fucking hooo!“

“Ok, how the hell are we gonna stop her now? Is there a switch we can flip?“ Toast asks, faux concern in his voice.

“Shut it, Toast. I’ve worked far too hard to have her going back to being an angel!“ Corpse retorts, sending me and the rest of the players in a fit of laughter.

It’s true! He’s been working hella hard to get at least one curse word out of me, bribing me with immunity, threatening to kill me first in Among Us, offering an alliance or being my bodyguard or whatever else I could possibly fall for.

Hey, at least I didn’t get bribed into it, right?

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[kimnjss]

ahh! okay i’m so excited 😭could i request teenage hyunki complaining to his parents about his classmate calling his mom hot? 😂

“where’s my dad?” hyunki peeks into the room, a spitting image of his father at the age of sixteen. much taller than he had been at four years old and his new interest in basketball and afternoons spent at the gym with kookie had given him a nice shape. despite all that, though. he still had a baby face.

sometimes you forgot he wasn’t the three year old kid throwing tantrums over bedtime… mainly because he was no stranger to the occasional tantrum. even at his big age. “hyuna had a dentist appointment. what’s the problem?” looking up from the edits you’ve been scrolling through, you catch the roll of his eyes.

he’s letting out a loud huff. “i need a ride to sana’s party… and like 500 dollars, i need to get her a gift.” he’s entering the room fully and you instantly recognize the sweater he’s wearing as one of yoongi’s old ones. a red one with the word ‘loved’ printed in bold letters all over it. it looks nice with his new jeans and the new sneakers he just had to get before they went on sale.

“you can take a few bills out my purse, you look nice,” you’re standing from your spot on the bed, moving to put your shoes on, but he’s stopping you before you can even reach the closet. “no, no. i need my dad to take me,” despite his words, he still moves across the room to pick out five bills from your wallet.

you’re shooting him a look of confusion. “why? we literally have the same car, it doesn’t matter.”he looks awkward, clearly unsure what to say next so he’s just saying the first thing that pops into his head. “all my friends are gonna be there,” quick glance at your biker shorts and cropped tank, “i’ll just wait for my dad,” he’s sighing.

eyebrow shooting straight up into your hairline. “what the fuck was that look? what’s wrong with me being around your friends?“ his hand reaches up to scratch his head, shoulders lifting in a shrug. “i just don’t want you to…” he tries, but he knows you have no plans of letting up. the look on your face is proof enough.

“all my friends think you’re hot. and whenever you drop me off, they never shut up about it.” he’s groaning, all the annoying comments he’s heard from them in the past resurfacing.

you’re letting out a laugh, head lulling back as laughter shakes your shoulders. it takes you a minute to calm down and hyunki is just glaring at you the entire time. “baby. of course they think i’m hot. you have a hot mom,” yoongi is entering the room at the end of your sentence, crossing the room toward you and leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“you have a very hot mom. hyuna has two cavities, by the way.” he confirms with a smile, plopping down on the edge of the bed. his gaze drifting up to his son. “what’s your problem?”

he’s huffing, eyes rolling at the question. “dad. can you take me to sana’s?” yoongi is shaking his head, sensing there’s a chunk of the conversation that he’s missed. and the last thing he wants is to add fuel to the fire. “if your mom says you can’t go, you can’t go.” he shrugs.

“awe. i love my supportive husband,” leaning over to press a soft kiss to his lips and it has hyunki groaning, arms raising in defeat as he stomps out of the room. the kiss doesn’t last long, just a simple smooch interrupted by the faint slam of his door.

yoongi wears a confused expression as his eyes follow the sound, “what’s his problem?” he asks, earning nothing but a shrug from you.

#asks; be my baby 🦋 #yoongi #min yoongi #yoongi sm au #yoongi fic #yoongi drabble

[ptergwen]

warmer than cuddles

w/c: 2.4k

warnings: may plays matchmaker and makes some suggestive jokes

prompt: you and peter get caught in the rain and have to share an umbrella

a/n: thank youuu to the angel who requested <3 swear this is my favorite trope to write hehe ☔️

-

one of the many things you and peter have in common is being lazy. it’s sort of the basis of your friendship. you’re not the kids who drink or party or get in trouble. you play board games and eat pizza on his ripped up couch. the riskiest thing you’ve ever done is sneak into a movie.

peter was so paranoid you’d get caught, he couldn’t even pay attention. he kept whispering to you about paying the whole time. you had to drag him out by his hand after the movie ended. the next time you went to that theater, he bought an extra ticket to “make it even.”

that about put an end to your trying new things phase. you went right back to your comfy nights in pajamas. tackling each other for the remote, baking terrible cookies that you just throw out, sharing a blanket to stay warm. what also helps is that you cuddle under it.

all the fun you need is you, peter, and your love for doing nothing. may disagrees.

she’s always trying to get you two out of the apartment. in her words, it’s “unhealthy for developing teens to spend so much time cooped up inside.” peter once asked which mother’s facebook group she joined. you snickered at that. may gave you a warning look.

well, you don’t have a choice to stay in today. she’s kicking you and peter out because she has guests coming over.

“it’s girl’s night,” may tells the two of you with a satisfied smirk. she hangs her raincoat on the rack and comes into the living room. peter squints his eyes at her. “you have friends?” he sounds too surprised for your liking. you flick his arm hard enough to make him go “ouch!”

“peter, we only have, like, four friends. that’s counting ourselves,” you inform him with a laugh. peter drops his head onto your shoulder. “and i don’t need any of them but you,” he says sarcastically, rubbing his cheek on your sweatshirt. “aw, i know,” you coo and rest your head on his. may crosses her arms and shrugs.

“you should do a group play date with everyone! i haven’t heard from ned in a while,” she suggests, your eyes flicking over to peter. he’s biting back a grin. “play date?” you try to stifle a laugh when you ask. “you know what i mean. a hang out,” may nods at her better word choice. peter winces in protest.

“eh, ned will probably wanna go out somewhere. we don’t do that,” he tells may, like that’s a completely normal thing for a teenager to say. you raise a finger in agreement. she laughs in disbelief at you and peter. you’re splayed out on the couch, on a saturday, complaining about doing anything else.

“you two make me feel young.” may’s words are a joke, but her tone isn’t. “you are young, may,” you reassure her and smile a little. peter says nothing. his eyes become hooded as he settles into you more. “look at you two, like some old married couple,” may gestures to you from where she’s standing. she smiles this time.

peter’s face gets hot from the mention of you being a couple. your heart skips a couple of beats. you’re pretty sure he can tell from how close he is.

“do whatever you want, just not here,” she gets back to the real conversation. peter hides his entire face in your shoulder as a form of protest. you pat his back. “and not each other. unless you’re safe,” may adds. “may, please. no,” he groans out, positive he’s all red now. you blink at her in horror.

may knows what she’s doing. peter isn’t the most subtle person, especially not about liking someone. she’s learned all the signs that her nephew is falling. he’s falling for you. she sees it in you, too. the way your eyes soften when they meet peter’s, how fast you are to hug him back or beam at the silly things he says.

you two spend so much time apart from your other friends, you basically are a couple. you’re just not old or married. the only thing you need is a push to realize that.

“ok, we’re gonna go now,” peter decides and pulls away from you. “god bless,” you say only so he can hear. he chuckles at that, you getting up from the couch. giving him a knowing smile, you grab one of his hands. he lets you pull him to his feet while exhaling. he’s already exhausted. may watches and shakes her head.

peter walks up to give her a quick hug. “enjoy girl’s night. love you,” he murmurs as she squeezes him tight. even though they tease each other a lot, their relationship is really sweet. it’s very telling how a guy treats his mother. well, aunt in this case. that thought has always been in the back of your mind.

“have fun!” you grin at may when her and peter pull apart. he comes back over to you and tugs on your sleeve. “thanks, kids. we’ll be done around eleven,” she lets you know. you’re already getting your shoes on and ready to leave. eleven is a while from now.

“don’t forget an umbrella! it’s drizzling!” may calls after you two. peter grabs hers that’s leaning against the front door. it’s pink with purple polka dots. you giggle at that. “hey, i like pink,” he defends himself and opens the door, letting you out first. you raise your hands in defense, leaving the apartment.

peter waves at may one last time. “good luck, peter,” she tells him once you reach the stairs. he furrows both eyebrows. “good luck with what?” “you’ll see,” may raises her own eyebrows in a way that’s all too familiar to peter. he calls it her face of wisdom.

still confused, peter heads out. he finds you at the bottom of the stairs. you shove your hands in your pockets and push against the door to open it. peter meets you outside, twirling the umbrella between his fingers.

“is there anywhere you wanna go?” he asks as you start to walk. you’re just going down the block for now. “back upstairs,” you sigh out. “i wish. not an option, though,” peter puffs some air out of his cheeks. you fumble to pull up your hood. he easily reaches over and does it for you.

“thanks,” you say quietly. “you’re welcome,” peter pats the top of your head for emphasis. “we could just walk around.” “until eleven o’clock? that’s five hours from now,” you laugh out, adjusting your hoodie to block your face. disappointment crosses over his features.

“should’ve brought my suit,” he mutters mostly to himself. linking your arm with his, your eyes widen. “i’m not trusting you to swing me around in this weather.” his bicep flexes when your arm wraps around his own. “what? i’ve done it before, y/n/n. on patrol.” you turn your head towards him.

“didn’t you get hurt last time?” you already know the answer. “sprained wrist and a few cuts,” he grumbles, you humming because you’re right. he’d called you in tears when he got home, scared he broke something. you reminded him he would heal soon and stayed on the phone until he calmed down.

that ended up being the whole night. you’re probably the most supportive of peter being spider-man. you of course worry about the toll it takes, but you understand why he does it. the least you can do is be there for him while he navigates the superhero world. not talk him out of it or scold him for making mistakes, be there.

that’s why he loves his lazy days with you so much. they’re his break, his escape from what he lies awake worrying about most nights. you’ve seen what he has to go through, so you respect that. whatever he needs to do to unwind is fine by you. as long as you get to do it with him.

“then you couldn’t patrol for weeks. you could barely hold a pencil.” your other arm sneaks around his. they’re both hugging him now. “you had to be my note taker,” peter reminisces, a smile making its way onto his face. “that sucked, man. you’re such a perfectionist about them,” you breathe out.

peter flips the umbrella around in a show-off kind of way. “you don’t complain when i send them to you.” he sounds so cocky you can’t help but roll your eyes. he isn’t wrong, though. “whatever. seriously, where should we go?” “uh,” peter’s eyes scan the block for inspiration. they land on a man carrying takeout.

“dinner? not at a restaurant since we’re in sweats,” he adds the last part so you don’t have to. “ooh, let’s go to panera,” you happily squeeze his arm. peter quirks an eyebrow at you. “you’re always hungry after.” “so? we can get dessert, too. we have a while.” that makes his heart flutter. a while with you.

“cool, cool, cool,” he sings to you, leaning into your side as you walk. you giggle and push at his shoulder. “i think we can make it there before the rain picks up.” there’s a clap of thunder right after he says that, like something out of a movie. it’s followed by a heavier rain coming down on you two. you pull at the strings of your hoodie to keep it tighter on your head.

“jinxed it,” you remark, both of you stopping so peter can open the umbrella. “ugh,” he grunts out. his lower lip is between his teeth while he undoes the velcro. he pushes down and watches as the umbrella springs open for you two. “here, c’mere,” peter welcomes you under as he holds it above your heads.

it doesn’t quite fit you both since it’s only meant for one person. you forgot he took may’s. the two of you have to squish together so you can avoid the rain, which is pitter pattering down hard on the sidewalk.

you’re comfortable under here with him. the freezing cold weather outside of the umbrella is hardly an issue anymore.

peter turns to face you, letting out a breathless laugh. “you can take off your hood now.” your arms slip from around his. you remove it from your head and give him a toothy grin. it’s one that’s meant to be over exaggerated. “there’s that pretty face,” peter’s voice gets quieter. unlike what you did, that wasn’t a joke.

your pretty face loses its smile. you’re suddenly very aware of how close peter is to you.

you can see the faint scar on his chin from when he banged it into a wall in your living room. he’d ran straight into it during your two person game of hide and seek. yes, you still play that. it was gushing blood for half an hour.

there are also the thousands of freckles dotting his face, the ones you only notice by looking at him super hard. you try to count them whenever you get bored. peter stares back at you while you fall in love with every tiny detail about him.

he takes the time to admire your lips, not just because they look really kissable right now. because of every curious expression they press into when he does something you can’t believe. your eyes, that he feels a sense of safety and honesty and familiarity every time he looks into. he finds them and feels like he’s home.

“peter?” you speak up after a few moments. your tone is hesitant, as if whatever you’re going to ask will change what you have forever. that’s because it might. it’s silent except for the sound of the rain hitting his umbrella. peter finally answers, almost in a whisper. “yeah?”

“i... i think,” you clear your throat before going on. his eyes trail down to your lips again, then back up to your twinkling ones. even on a gloomy day like this, they could light up the whole sky. “i think i love you,” you get out, a hand over your racing heart. peter gives you a small but sure nod. “i think i love you, too.”

he takes a step closer to you, if that’s even possible. his hand without the umbrella comes up to hold your cheek. you watch as he uses his thumb to wipe away a few stray rain droplets. your head tilts to the side, lips parted on instinct. peter leans in until his lips just brush yours, letting you decide what comes next.

you choose to close the space between you two. his eyes squeeze shut, whole face scrunched up when he kisses back. this is a release of all the emotions he’s been holding in that he didn’t even realize he had. you slip into a rhythm, using the angle to move your lips against peter’s.

his hand drops from your cheek to your jaw to support you while you kiss. your own hands grab his biceps, fingers pressing into him, depesrate to have him in your arms. peter lets out a content sigh against your lips before detaching them. it’s not for long. he comes right back in after taking a breath.

you get one long peck from him, then another that’s softer than the last. you give him a short kiss back, lips curving into a smile when this one ends. peter’s thumb smooths over your jawline while he searches for your eyes. he grins at you and tightens his grip on the umbrella handle. he’s surprised it didn’t blow away in the midst of your mini makeout.

“i definitely love you, peter,” you state so genuinely, hands on his shoulders now. that has to be peter’s favorite sentence he’s ever heard. the most beautiful combination of words, said by you to him. “i definitely love you, y/n,” peter agrees, punctuating his statement with one last kiss. you haven’t stopped smiling when his lips meet the corner of yours.

may was right about two things that night. you needed the umbrella for that huge storm, but it did more than protect your from the rain. it also brought you and peter together in a way. the second thing she was right about was that peter loves you, and every feeling he has mirror yours for him.

actually, she was right about three things. you two have to get out of the apartment more often.

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[mr-and-mr-diaz]

I just. I just thought about Eddie holding baby Jee-Yun? And singing to her while she clutches at his finger with her tiny meaty baby hand??

Maybe Buck freaked out a little because she was being fussy and wouldn't settle, and its probably nothing but hey, who better to call than Eddie, who conveniently has the day off and cuts off Buck's panicked rambling with a soothing;

"Its okay, Buck. Give me ten minutes, okay? You're doing great. She's probably just restless."

Eddie gets there and sends Buck off to cook dinner or shower or take a nap, scooping Jee-Yun out of her travel crib and making sure she's changed, warm, fed and content. And its been so long since Christopher was this tiny, but holding Jee-Yun makes him think back to that tiny, wriggly little bundle in his arms for the first time, back before it all went to shit.

Eddie pacing slowly around the lower loft, singing quietly, tickling her little chin, grinning when she giggles and gurgles at him. And he can see so much of Maddie and Chimney in her already. She's got Maddie's eyes and Chimney's lopsided grin.

(And for a little crack, maybe Buck catches this scene and is so overwhelmed he just blurts out; "put a baby in me!" And Eddie is like; "... What?" 👁👄👁 Which cues a hilariously awkward but heartfelt confession of feelings on both sides.)

Hey hey! So I like I told you I started this a while ago and then got SEVERE AND DEBILITATING writers block, and it sat waiting for new life. And then 5x03 happened, so Hello, new life! I hope you love it!

With You, My Life, I Will Get Married

Warning: mild spoilers for 9-1-1 season 5 episode 3.

Chimney was out searching for Maddie.

After shifts, on weekends, whenever he had a second, he was either spending time with Jee or out searching for her mom.

In times when he was on the search everyone at the 118 was making time to watch Jee Yun. Mrs. Lee was doing what she could, but couldn't always be available, and when that happened, Jee would spend some time at Bobby and Athena's or by Hen and Karen. And when they had too much going on, or when either of the uncles felt like they weren't getting enough time with their beautiful niece, she would spend time at her Uncle Buck's or Uncle Albert's.

Uncle Buck got lucky this time.

Eight hours in and everything had gone wrong. Buck shoulders were damp with spit-up, baby drool, and snot and all Jee seemed capable of doing was crying, crying, crying.

"I'm so sorry! I don't know what I did wrong, and, and now--just, Jee, please, it's okay, I'm here--!"

She continued to yell and Buck got more and more panicked. "Your Uncle Albert's gonna be here in like 5 minutes, Jee, okay? And then, maybe, maybe he's better with you? And will make you happy, and then--Oh God, what have I done wrong--"

A knocking at the door sent him back on his feet, swaying toward the loft entrance. It opened before he could get there, however, and he stopped where he was, a furious Jee Yun screaming in his ears as Eddie Diaz, not Albert Han, walked in.

"You look like you're having fun." Eddie's eyebrow was raised and his mouth quirked in a teasing smile.

"Eddie...?" Buck's momentary shock was interrupted as Jee let out another wail. "Um, sorry, this isn't the best time at the moment, but Albert--"

"--has a date tonight and sent me as his relief." Eddie reached out and plucked Jee Yun from Buck's arms. "And you have a date with your shower and a few hours' sleep."

"I--no, it's okay, I know you just got off shift--"

"Buck." Eddie shifted Jee to one arm, and the other rested on Buck's chest, over his pattering heartbeat. He met Buck's eyes, his own calm despite the bundle of adorable chaos still screaming bloody murder into his shoulder. "Go shower."

"...Yeah, okay."

***

She truly was one of the cutest babies, even when she was liable to wake up the neighborhood with her noise, Eddie thought with a smile as he re-seated her over one shoulder and began to firmly but gently tap her back.

"Your Tio Eddie is going to assume this is a gas issue, okay, chiquita? Christopher used to have this all the time, and he would scream and cry." Eddie huffed ruefully. "I was useless at it then, but Shannon showed me what to do." He kept tapping at her back. "Good set of lungs means a healthy baby, good job, Jee. Now, let's see if we can't get this gas out of you so you can calm down and you and your Tio Buck can get some sleep, okay?"

Eddie started circling the room, the sun beginning to set as he heard he shower turn on.

"There you go, see? Your Buck is going to get all showered since you drooled all over him, and then you both can get some sleep, how's that sound?"

He was answered with a burp far louder than Jee's small body should be capable of making. Then a sweet gurgling sound as she nestled her chin into his shoulder.

"There, feel better, mi princesa?" Eddie whispered against her soft, downy hair. "When I was small and got upset, and my parents got annoyed with my sulking, they'd send me to Abuela. And she would sit me down on her lap, just like this," he sat down on Buck's couch, and settled Jee Yun against his broad chest, rubbing her small back with a large warm hand. "And she would hug me until I forgot what I was so upset about. All I could think about was the smell of her perfume and how much I wanted to be like her one day.

"Then Pepa would come out and yell at both of us that it's about damn time we came into the house, dinner doesn't make itself." Eddie laughed at the memory. Jee made a small discontented noise and Eddie stood up again, walking toward the kitchen, where he saw the half-formed works of bottle making on the counter. "Shhh, princesa, Tio Eddie's gonna make you a bottle." With Jee over his shoulder, sounding more and more on the edge of hunger-panic, Eddie quickly assembled a bottle then leaned back against the kitchen island and cradled Jee Yun in his arms, pressing the nipple to her mouth, which she accepted gratefully.

"Better, yeah? Where was I...? Oh." Eddie smiled. "Once we were inside, Pepa, Abuela and I would make arroz con leche. Abuella would wash the rice, Pepa would be tutting the whole time about too much sugar, but she would always wink at me and add just a bit more before the cinnamon." Eddie couldn't help the smile that stole over his face as he remembered Abuela's warm kitchen in her El Paso ranch house before she and Pepa relocated to LA. In winter, the windows would fog over from the heat of whatever was on the stove. When she left, a lot of Eddie's heart left with her.

"They used to sing me the song too, you know?" Jee gurgled around her dinner and Eddie smiled again. "Well, I wasn't planning to sing it, but you drive a hard bargain." Eddie's poked Jee's soft cheek with a finger and began to sing.

Arroz con leche se quiere casar con una viudita de la capital, que sepa tejer, que sepa bordar, que ponga la aguja en su campanal.

(English translation: Rice with milk (rice pudding) Wishes to get married With a little widow from the capital. Who knows how to weave (or knit), Who knows how to embroider, Who puts the church steeple in the bell tower.)

***

Eddie was no American Idol contestant, but his voice was soothing and good. Strong. Listening to him sing from his seat on the stairs, Buck almost felt like he was where Jee currently snuggled, right against Eddie's chest, as his bass voice sung the gentle Spanish lyrics, harmonized by the occasional happy noise from Jee Yun.

Yo soy la viudita la hija del rey. Me quiero casar y no sé con quien. Contigo sí, contigo no, Contigo mi vida me casaré yo.

(English translation: I am the widow The daughter of the king, I want to get married and I don’t know with whom. With you, yes. With you, no. With you, my life, I will get married.)

Buck's head knocked lightly against the banister, body relaxing. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just the softest sweatpants he owned with a towel draped over his shoulders to catch water from the mess of wet curls on his head.

Eddie's so hard on himself all the time. I don't get it. He's such a good dad.

Dazedly, Buck's eyes fixed on Eddie's mouth as he repeated the verses again. Then Eddie sighed.

"Afterward Pepa would ask me who I want to marry and Abuela would laugh at me, and I'd always complain--" Jee gurgled again. "Like that, yes. But honestly, it was nice... Even though between you and me, Pepa can't sing very well at all." Eddie's lips quirked again in a smile. "Kind of like your Uncle Buck."

Buck startled at his name and looked up at Eddie's eyes. They twinkled back at him in the dying last light of the day, Eddie's golden skin lit by the last rays of the sun. Buck felt his face heat with a blush, knew there was nothing to do about it.

"Sorry, I should've--"

"Feel better after your shower?"

Buck sighed and smiled. "Yeah. World's better." He stood, stretching out his long legs as he descended the stairs. It was full dark now, but Buck didn't feel like turning on a light. "I can take her now."

"Nope." Eddie met him midway, hand on Buck's shoulder turning him around. "You're both getting some sleep now." One hand on Buck's shoulder, the other holding a drowsy Jee Yun, Eddie guided him back up the stairs, and pressed Buck down until he was sitting on his bed.

"Eddie, are you sure--"

"Shhh." Eddie deposited Jee into Buck's arms, then sat down behind him. "You can hold her for now." Eddie's hands skimmed up Buck's warm back then pulled the towel off Buck's shoulders, laying it on top of Buck's head, where a corner flopped over his eyes.

"Eddie?"

"Hold still, Buck."

Eddie's strong hands curled into the towel and Buck's hair, rubbing vigorously to get it dry. "Seriously, anyone who has ever seen your hair at work would marvel at how different it looks before you comb and gel all the life out of it." He rubbed vigorously, and Buck felt himself relaxing back against Eddie's chest. Tomorrow, he might look back at this and feel embarrassed. He might have to apologize. Tomorrow, he would go back to hiding how much he felt for the man who was drying his hair, still absent-mindedly humming the Arroz con leche tune under his breath. But for now, Eddie was too near and too warm and too... Eddie. And Buck found that he couldn't deny himself Eddie right now.

Buck cleared his throat and made himself focus on their conversation. "I used to wear my hair naturally, but people said it looked floppy. Made me look like a puppy."

"People are stupid sometimes, Buck. You know this." Eddie's thumb traced the shell of Buck's ear. "And if you think slicking back your hair makes you look less like a puppy, you really shouldn't be bothering." He snickered as Buck tried to shoulder his chest and Jee made a noise of complaint.

"So I just look like a puppy all the time, huh?"

The towel dropped. Eddie's arms came around, holding onto Buck and Jee Yun both. "I think you're a beautiful man, Buck."

The air in Buck's chest hiccupped out of his mouth. His heart picked up speed as the places where Eddie's hands rested on his stomach seemed to heat from within. "Y... Eddie?"

"Shhh. Sleep now. Jee's asleep, but who knows for how long." Eddie's voice was gruff, embarrassed. "I'll just--"

"Stay?" It came out too high, too soft. Buck cleared his throat and tried again. "I mean, if it isn't any trouble, and--"

"I can stay." Eddie's arms tightened around Buck again and he pulled him backwards until Buck could lay out flat on his back, before pressing Buck's head down on his pillow. Then Eddie pulled Jee from Buck's arms and sat back against the headrest, legs folded together, Buck's niece cuddled again against his chest. "Sleep now."

"Okay." There was so much Buck wanted to know. To say. It all got stopped in his throat as fear tamped it all down to squirm in his chest.

"Eddie?" The word found its way out.

"Hm?"

"...Nothing."

A sigh. Then, "Come here."

Buck didn't hesitate, moving his head off the pillow and onto Eddie's lap. Eddie's spare hand found its way back into his curls and tugged lightly before stroking through them, gently, so gently.

"Sleep now."

"Okay. But," Buck's jaw cracked around a large yawn. "Before... you have to know..."

"Hm?"

"You are... so beautiful... Eddie Diaz."

Buck felt Eddie's hand tighten in his hair again, before releasing, fingers wandering down to trace his eyebrows, his nose, his lips.

"Sleep, querido."

As Buck's eyes slipped closed, and awareness almost dropped away, he swore he could feel lips press lightly right above his eye, on his birth mark.

"Contigo mi vida me casaré yo."

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #jee yun buckley-han #buddie #buddie fic #9 1 1 fanfiction #fanfic #fic request #sue answers #I AM CAPABLE OF ONLY SOFTNESS RIGHT NOW #CALL THE DENTIST #IT'S PURE COTTON CANDY #Also disclaimer #I am not hispanic #I asked my best friend who is and she told me this is the song her dad would sing to her #and he makes her arroz con leche all the time and I got to eat it too #it makes my heart warm just thinking about it #so I gave that memory to eddie #9-1-1 #9-1-1 spoilers

[duskholland]

thinking about a baker!tom kneading dough... i wanted to say more but honestly, what else could i possibly add

fuck it have an exert from my baker!tom wip that’ll never see the light of day ..... [context: y/n and baker!tom are in his bakery, getting close as they make some loaves of bread. this follows several weeks of teasing banter after y/n decided on doing a house swap w her sister, which has landed her (conveniently) in tom’s village...]

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“My arms hurt,” you complain, coupling it with a grimace. “How do you do this every day?”

Tom chuckles. “I do this multiple times a day, love. You get used to it.” He stands back from the counter, flexing his arms, and fuck, the way his biceps curl against his t-shirt draws a shiver down your spine. “Makes me ripped, too.”

You chuckle. “You’re not wrong there,” you mutter, too quietly for him to hear. You continue kneading the dough, moving a lot slower than before, and he stares at the way you work it.

“Your technique is a little wonky,” Tom says, not unkindly. He walks around the counter and settles at your side, so close that you can feel the heat coming from his figure. “You want to be rolling your wrists a little more.” You try to follow his pointers, but he clucks his tongue in disapproval. “Almost, love, almost… It’s more like… No, uh, wait, um. Can I…?” He looks at you questioningly, and you nod your head, not entirely sure what you’ve agreed to do, too distracted by the sparkles in his eyes.

Tom steps behind you. You stay still as he slowly winds his arms around you, propping his chin on your shoulder as he peers over your figure down at the countertop. His hands come down over yours, fingers tangling with yours, and he very carefully and precisely starts to move your hands. He’s warm to touch, and he’s so close to you that you can feel his breath coming out across your cheek. You find yourself wishing he was holding you a little firmer.

“Like this,” Tom murmurs, voice quiet. It feels intimate as he guides you, and you’re breathing shallowly. “Gently, but with purpose. Give it a little force, don’t be scared. Coax it.”

He releases your hands but he stays in place, his chin still on your shoulder and his chest brushed up against your back. It isn’t quite a hug, but it’s teasingly close.

“Like this?” you whisper. You imitate his movements.

“Perfect,” Tom coos. “Exactly like that. There you go.”

You chuckle at his praise, biting your lip nervously as your heart flutters in your chest. “It’s looking good,” you say, finally able to bring it into an oval shape.

“Looks spectacular,” he praises. “I can’t believe you’re only going to be around for a few more weeks,” he adds, and you can almost hear his pout. “You could be a real asset to the bakery if you stayed, Y/N.”

You chuckle, knowing he’s just being kind but appreciating the efforts nonetheless. “I only live an hour away,” you tell him. You tilt your head to look at him, and Tom finally steps away. He lingers close though, both hands slipping to hold your apron-covered waist as he settles at your side. It’s a loose side-hug, and his palms are warm and distracting. “I’m sure I’ll be back. I, uh… I’d like to visit.”

“Visit the village, or visit me?” Tom asks, almost smirking.

You feel flustered under his stare, and your mouth runs dry, but something about the way his gaze keeps dropping to your lips makes you bolder.

“Maybe a little bit of both,” you admit, voice quiet. Feeling him squeeze your waist, you raise an eyebrow. “You gonna miss me, Tom?”

He hums, very softly. His eyes drift down to your mouth, and you feel him pull you closer. You turn in his arms to face him, letting your hands fall to your sides as he examines you, carefully.

“Yeah,” he admits. His gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips. “I will.”

It’s like there’s a gravitational pull between you as you slowly start to lean in, Tom doing the same. All the days of building tension suddenly overflow, and your heart pulses in your chest as you feel his lips, soft and gentle, pressing up against yours. It’s very innocent, just a very warm peck, at first, and it leaves you close to him, Tom’s cold nose pressing against yours. You push back into him, meeting his mouth again and kissing him with a little more force, smiling into it when Tom returns the enthusiasm.

Your hands move up to his shoulders and you hold on for dear life, the world spinning as you kiss him, and kiss him, and kiss him. His floury hands are on your waist, staining the apron, but you don’t care, because it feels like your hearts are slotting together, and you wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything.

After a while of exchanging soft, nervous kisses, Tom pulls back to look at you, almost bashful. It’s such a contrast to his otherwise confident disposition that you wonder how you’re able to affect him so much.

“That was nice,” he mumbles. Very slowly, Tom drops his head to your shoulder and deposits an innocent kiss to the base of your neck He looks up at you beneath his lashes, questioning in his eyes. “You…”

A timer goes off across the kitchen, and both of you jump.

“Oh fuck.” Tom jumps from you, running around one of the counters and pulling open one of the ovens. “Forgot about the fucking croissants,” he murmurs.

#idk how long this is. few hundred words? :’)) #lol #made with love my beloved ... </3 the most haunting of all wips... 10k of village winter romance..... #tom holland x reader #uglypastels

[theshiningg]

you don’t love me the way you love her

hogwarts au

fluffy, a pinch of angst

draco x slytherin!reader

warnings: none that i could think of

word count: 7.1k (my longest ever lol)

you stare at the obnoxious faces your best friend makes at you as you stare at him across the dance hall. mcgonagall was teaching dance lessons prior to the yule ball and he was currently laughing at ronald weasley and the professor.

it was time to get partners and practice and you stare at draco from afar as he walks toward you. “hey y/n!” he speaks as he stands right in front of you. “care to dance?” draco lifts an eyebrow and you let out a small lighthearted gasp, “draco malfoy asking me, to dance?” you joke around as he wraps his arms around your waist. slightly embarrassed about the actions of your best friend, your ears and cheeks blush a light pink. you’d hate to admit it but, you were in love with your best friend.

later in the day at dinner, your eyes unconsciously drift over to draco, who was also unconsciously staring at a girl at the slytherin table, astoria greengrass. pansy lightly taps you on the shoulder to snap you out of your trance. “hey y/n, can i borrow your notes for potions? i skipped yesterday and now i’m a day behind.” you smile and nod at your friend before taking out your parchment of notes. “just give it back to in the dorm.” glancing at draco one more time, you turn to leave, walking to the lake to finish your book.

falling snowflakes land on your hair as you weave your way through the blankets of snow and under a tree. the crunch of footsteps quietly followed you as you feel a coat on top of your shoulders and turn around to see draco. he sits next to you, not too close but not too far, “can i ask you something?” you let out a hum of acknowledgement, “what do girls like?” taken a bit back, your eyes dart to his grinning face, “well,” you slightly laugh, “we appreciate even the smallest gestures, not too many gifts. for skinship, it honestly depends on the girl.” as you continue to talk, draco stares at you intentively nodding his head every once in a while. he stands up abruptly before extending his hand out to you. grabbing his hand, you stand up and give him a small smile. the both of you walk in silence to the castle until draco stops and stares at you, “y/n,” he pauses as a tiny grin appears on his face, “i think i’m gonna do it.” you lift your eyebrow at him and smile back at him, “do what?” he smiles to himself, “i’m going to confess.” your shoulders shrug down and his coat slips off, hitting the icy floor. his expression changes to a worried expression as he walks over to you, “are you alright?” he places his hand on your shoulder after picking up his coat, “yeah.” you barely whisper as you push his hand off your shoulder, “whoever she is, she’ll be lucky to have you. sorry, i’m a little out of it but i have rounds tonight so, i’ll see you later,” you speak before walking away.

the next day, you sit at breakfast with draco. he stares over at you while you try to teach pansy the lesson she missed the other day. “pansy, you have to grind up the occupy eggshell, not just crack it.” pansy whines at you, “y/n, please, no more,” you shake your head to your best friend, “then you shouldn’t have taken advanced potions,” you taunt. she quiets down and pulls you close to her, “how are you feeling?” your eyes look around the great hall before turning back to pansy, “i’m fine. honestly, plus, last night during my rounds, i caught the weasley twins out of bed after curfew and, they gave me a coupon for anything out of their box of mischief for their freedom.” pansy’s face twists up in disgust, “you’re too easily persuaded.”

you sit in potions, reading the instructions for your next potion to be made, a drought of peace. the classroom was quiet with only you and professor slughorn. “ah miss l/n,” he speaks up enthusiastically before quieting down, “what’s wrong?” you shake your head with a smile, “nothing.” your conversation quickly gets interrupted as draco and the rest of your friends enter the classroom, loudly. draco walks up to you instead of going to seat and drags his hands throughout your hair while standing behind you, “why’re you here so early?” you continue to read your book, “i’m getting ready for class.” he walks over to the front of your desk and stares you, “you’re upset.” you finally look up at him, “i’m not, i just like to be prepared for class.” draco rolls his eyes before leaning closely to your ear, “we’re not done with this conversation,” he trudges back to his seat annoyed.

the class starts with professor slughorn introducing the potion you read about earlier and pansy groans as he releases the class to grab their materials and begin their potion making. you tell pansy to grab the materials while you go grab the cauldron and potion glass. pansy sits in her seat while you stir the potion, “pansy did you bring the porcupine quills?” she shrugs, “well continue to stir while i go get it then,” she nods her head and grabs the rod from you as you go to the ingredients cabinet. unluckily, on the way there, you were a bit distracted so you bump into another student with their unfinished potion in their grasp that spills on your hand during the collision, burning it a little bit in the process. the glass ends up the floor broken and you bend down to pick up the pieces of the glass while the girl freaks out. you get pulled away from the glass by draco, “what’re you doing, y/n?” draco says as he begins to freak out a bit as well, “picking up the glass,” you answer dumbfound at everyone’s concern before looking down at your slightly burnt and bleeding hand. professor slughorn quietly cleans up the mess, “miss l/n, i think its best if you go madam pomfrey to have your hand checked out.” the girl walks up to you, “y/n, i’m so sorry.” she apologizes scared about how you were going to react, “its alright, don’t worry about it,” before walking off to the direction of the hospital wing.

as you arrive, madam pomfrey instructs you to wait on the bed while she gets bandages and medication for your hands. while you get treated, draco walks in the wing with your books and robes which you took off when you started your potion. madam pomfrey treats your arm and you finally leave with draco to dinner. on the walk to the hall, astoria pops out from behind a pillar, surprising you and draco. “draco, i have to tell you something,” she then turns toward you, “sorry about your arm, y/n. i heard what happened.” shaking your head, you reply, “don’t worry about it, it didn’t hurt that much,” before walking a good distance and turning around to give draco a reassuring smile about his confession. you start to walk down the long, lonely hallways, you’re not gonna lie to yourself, but you saw the way they looked at each other, specifically draco. you noticed the way he would smile to himself whenever she walked by at any meal time or the way he always unconsciously mentioned her in his stories when he had parties at his manor. making it to the great hall, you sit next to pansy, quietly. “where’s draco?” you let out a soft sigh, “he’s with astoria.” pansy leans closer to you, “are you okay?” you nod and reply, “yeah, my arm doesn’t hurt that much anymore.” she glances over at you sympathetically, “i don’t mean your arm, y/n.” you turn to face her with sad eyes, “i know.”

before you could continue with your conversation with the rest of your friend’s, you notice draco and astoria entering the hall, hands intertwined. you immediately turn your head back to look down at your palms on your lap before realizing tiny droplets of water were falling. bringing your head back up to look at the ceiling, you realize that the ceiling had been bewitched and turn your head towards the two most mischievous pranksters in the school, the weasley twins. george looks at you before giving you a noticeable wink and running out of the doors to pretend that he had no part in this prank. a smile lights itself up on your face as pansy drags you out of the hall with her, completely soaked. again, after exiting the hall, you match eyes with a weasley twin, this time being fred. he gives you the signal of zipping his lips up and throwing the key, in which you respond with a small smile and the nod of your head. draco and astoria both walk up to your friend group, “what the bloody hell? who would enchant the sky?” you stare at astoria’s wet state and shrug, “what a coincidence?” draco tries hard to look you in the eye, but avoids eye contact when you stare at him.

as you walk back to your dorm with pansy, she begins to complain about astoria, “ugh, she’s so annoying? do you understand what i’m saying?” you nod in confirmation for your friend, “just because she’s dating draco now, doesn’t give her the right to act all powerful and mighty because their families are probably the most powerful and influential in the whole wizarding world!” pansy’s rant goes in through one of your ears and out the other as you just continue to nod and pretend to acknowledge her annoyance. “uh, pansy. i’m have to get something from potions, i left my,” your eyes search the hallway for an item before landing on an owl, “my quill. draco forgot to bring it for me, so i’ll meet you in the room in thirty minutes.” she gives you an okay before continuing her rant with blaise.

your breath unveils itself in the frosty breeze as you walk back to the same tree as the night before. sitting yourself down, you let out a large sigh before getting interrupted by a clearing of a throat. “fred, george. pleasant evening?” they both give you their signature smirks, “indeed.” george sits down first with fred following next, “i suppose you want the coupon back? for the prank, i mean.” they both shake their heads in sync, “of course not,” fred replies, “that one was for free,” george adds on. you slightly chuckle at their response and they stare over at you, “well, we better get going,” george speaks up after several seconds of silence, “a specific blond is looking for you,” fred speaks after his brother as the both of them stand up and walk towards the castle. as they leave, the crunching of incoming footsteps disturb the silence, “y/n, didn’t i tell you to bring a jacket whenever you leave the castle?” a small smile makes its way to your face, “of course, your majesty,” you taunt as a pout appears on his face. “what were you talking about with the weasel twins,” you roll your eyes, “weasley twins,” you enunciate, “and we were just talking about the coincidental raining sky at dinner.” draco takes off one of many layers of coats and drapes it around your shoulders, “can’t have you catching a cold, miss beater.” with the recent events occurring in your life, you totally forgot about the quidditch match you had on saturday. “oh my god, i totally forgot.” draco gives you a deep chuckle, “well don’t forget that we have practice tomorrow, or else flint is going to murder you.” you nod at his caring yet sarcastic sentence, “alright, i’ll see you tomorrow morning, astoria is waiting for me in the hall, didn’t want her getting cold,” he speaks before using his knuckle to rummage up your hair. your head turns toward his receding figure and then back at his coat. you think to yourself, “if you turn around and wave like you always do, i won’t give you up, but if you don’t, i’ll back down.” draco continues on his way until he becomes a tiny figure in the distance and you begin to give up on hope until you hear, “see you tomorrow loser!” followed by a tiny wave from the faraway boy. a tiny smile makes it to your face, “i’m sorry astoria, but i can’t give up right now.”

about two days later, you snuggle closer into your blanket, you get awoken by the abrupt flash of light in the room. your eyes barely open because of its sensitivity of the light. pansy stands by the door in her quidditch gear and stares at you, “you have ten minutes to get ready and be at the pitch, you know how flint is about being late.” after she exits the room, you sit up in bed and let out a yawn while walking over to get changed and refreshed.

by the time you reach the pitch, your teammates are already in the air taking laps while marcus flint stands at the entrance of the pitch. “why’re you late?” he asks with a stone cold expression, waiting for your answer. but before you could even open your mouth, he shouts at you, “ten laps around the pitch, running! go!” annoyed you start to jog. draco flies low to be right beside you, “how’s it going?” he teases with a grin, “buzz off malfoy.” draco brings one hand to chest, acting offended, “using last names now are we?” you give him a glare and start to jog faster, which he follows with flying a bit faster on his broom. you act annoyed but really, feel warm on the inside until a melodic voice interrupts. “draco! over here!” she shouts from a far. it was about six in the morning and all of the team quickly turns their head to the voice of astoria. you raise your eyebrow at draco, “your princess is waiting, go.” he gives you a small smirk and a nudge before flying over to her. as you finish up your final lap, you wipe the cold sweat off your forehead, mind you, its still winter and snowy. you get on your broom and fly up into the air, finally joining the practice.

you enter breakfast with the biggest yawn and frown about the excruciating practice. your thoughts get interrupted as you see your taken seat. the seat you sat in since first year, the seat you’ve eaten in for five years, the seat next to draco malfoy. pansy pats the seat next to her and as you begin to walk towards her, you get pulled towards the gryffindor table before being sat down next to hermione. your face slightly gives off panic before turning towards the people who sat you down, “morning hermione,” you say before turning to harry and ron, giving them a nod of your head, then turning back towards fred and george. “weasleys, did you need something?” you ask them, “am i even allowed to sit here? i obviously stand out.” the dark green of your uniform definitely sticking out in the sea of a vibrant red, “of course buddy-o.” most of the gryffindors at the table now staring at you before hermione rolls her eyes, “everyone mind your own business.” hermione gives you a small, polite smile to look over the fact that you were best friends with their own personal annoyance. “thank you hermione.” you whisper, giving her a small smile. harry glances down at your hand, “is it alright?” he asks as you look up from your plate of breakfast, “yeah, its been healing, minor burns,” you answer, thankful for his attempt to start up conversation.

while keeping a small conversation with the trio, your arm gets grabbed and pulled. “y/n, what are you doing associating with the enemy?” you scoff, “we’re just talking, draco,” he scoffs back at you before releasing your arm, “never thought you could betray your own house.” your eyes widen and narrow down to glare at him, “well maybe if you didn’t give my seat away, i would have room to sit at slytherin.” draco lets out huffs of annoyance, “there were plenty of seats, y/n. just look at anywhere on the table.” you also let out a sigh, “i would’ve had to sit by myself.” the whole hall stares at your confrontation with your best friend, “well y/n, here’s the truth, maybe nobody wants to sit next to you in the first place and-“ he gets cut off from the rest of the sentence by a slap to the face. his grimace softens as he realizes his words, “y/n, you know. i didn’t mean that.” your eyes fill up annoyance as you walk away. pansy stands up quickly and walks off to follow you, but before she fully leaves the hall, she turns towards draco, “you’re a love blinded idiot.”

instead of getting emotional, you just sit in silence, induced by your anger, next to the lake. pansy left you to grab your books from the hall, leaving you in the silence of nature. once again, the crunching of familiar footprints fill the air. “y/n. you know i didn’t mean any of that but i was just jealous, i guess. just seeing you with friends other than our little group made me jealous. just wanted to come and apologize. i am sorry, y/n l/n.” you stay silent for a few seconds before replying, “its fine. thank you for apologizing. i forgive you, i’m just a little embarrassed and hugely annoyed.” you let out a tiny chuckle, “you have to do something for me now, as compensation for your childish behavior,” he continues to stare at you, scared of what you could say, “you have to do my astronomy homework for a month.” you stretch your hand out, in which he responds to by shaking it. you stand up, “come on, we have history of magic to get to.” you finally look at his face, red by the slap mark you left on it, and try not to laugh, “sorry about the slap,” you say after suppressing your laughter, “its fine, i probably deserved it.” you nod your head in agreement, “i’d say so.”

during dinner, you sit next to pansy, giving draco a wink of access for astoria to sit in your seat. you listen to pansy while you platter on whatever was served at dinner on your plate and wait for dumblebore to finish speaking about the daily news. astoria gives draco a smile while using her fork to scatter around the food she didn’t want to eat. when she finishes eating, she glances over at your plate before finding a comment to say. “y/n,” you turn your attention away from pansy, along with draco and blaise, “are you really going to eat all of that?” you put a fake smile on your face and pretend to think, “hm, i think i am going to.” her smile turns into a snide look, “i just didn’t expect a girl of your stature to eat that much.” you widen your eyes at draco asking for help while laughs your encounter with the older girl, “i have a high metabolism?” she laughs softly, “i can see that judging by the fact that you’re not overweight after eating all of that food.” you give her a small smile before turning back to pansy. in all honesty, you couldn’t tell if the girl was being nice or extremely sarcastic.

the next day was saturday, meaning, game day. sitting at the slytherin table, you pick up an apple and bite into it, in replacement for the hefty meal yesterday night. the hall is mostly quiet besides the tiny murmurs of conversation amongst the few students there early, most probably sleeping in until the game. while you eat your apple, you spot the entrance of the weasley twins. george passes you a wink while fred gives you a slight smirk before they start stalking towards you, “morning,” you pass them a small smile, “morning weasleys,” the both of them give you a pat on the back, “this is for when gryffindor beats slytherin in todays match,” your eyes widen and you scoff at their bluntness, “i’ll make sure to return it when slytherin wins.” fred shakes his head while george speaks, “that won’t be necessary,” and before you could give one last remark, the both of them walk away to go eat breakfast. next, you saw astoria enter with her friends and not draco. you turn to pansy and whisper, “wheres draco?” she looks up to see astoria by herself, “maybe he’s sleeping in?” astoria sits down in her usual seat next to her friends and you walk over to her, “where’s draco?” she shrugs and continues her conversation with her friends. you walk back to pansy and grab your coat, “i’m going to go check on draco, maybe he did sleep in.” walking to the dungeons, you begin to worry about the boy.

entering his dark room, you squint your eyes to look for him on his bed, and to your prevail, you find him. you tiptoe into his room and quietly whisper, “draco,” he continues to stir in his sleep. you then slightly open the blinds, letting in a tiny bit of daylight to illuminate the boy’s face. you sit yourself on his bed and feel the warmth from his covered up body. he opens his eyes in alarm at the intruder, but relaxes when he realizes it was just you. you stare down at your best friend, “are you gonna come to breakfast?” he immaturely shakes his head no and buries it within his blanket. draco then grabs your hand and brings it to his forehead, “don’t tell me you’re sick.” he gives you an unamused look, “its all because of you.” your eyes widen and you let a tiny laugh, “me? you’re the one that came out last night when you were wet.” draco lets out a low groan, “fine, i’ll tell flint you can’t make it today and i’ll be back to bring you some food during the meal times. just go back to sleep,” you say and close the blinds, but before you leave, you whisper, “goodnight princess,” in which draco replies to with a low and annoyed, “y/n.”

before your quidditch match starts, you stretch your body after the trouble you got into for draco’s absence. as dean thomas announces the teams, you fly into the field and take a few laps before stopping in front of the twins. “get ready to lose y/n,” fred inserts, “you wish,” cormac mclaggen comes to taunt you further, “where’s your little boyfriend, l/n?” you roll your eyes, “he’s sick, have you got a problem?” he sniggers, “nope.” he replies popping the p. george shakes his head at his teammate, “just ignore him. that’s what we do.” he gives you a wink and goes back to pretend to listen to madam hooch.

halfway through the game, you wipe the sweat off of your forehead and keep your eye on one of the bludgers. successfully knocking the bludger out of angelina johnsons’ arms, you follow closely to it, head to head with george. you block the second bludger from hitting graham montague, your chaser, as he holds one in his arms to score. unfortunately, the bludger gets caught by mclaggen as he montague a small smirk before throwing the ball towards you. not reacting fast enough, it hits you in the gut and you fall backwards off your broom. blinded by the pain in your gut, you don’t notice how far away you are from your broom. luckily, george catches you and slowly carries you to the ground. madam hooch runs up to you in the middle of field after giving cormac a time out, having a hard time breathing. taking in raspy breaths, your eyes water up. you lay on your back as a stretcher takes you to the hospital wing. to ease the pain, madam pomfrey gives you pain relief potion as she examines your abdomen, “nothing broken my dear, just severely bruised.” you nod solemnly at her, “just stay here for overnight and continue to talk this potion to heal.” pansy enters the wing and gives you a smile, “that was awesome.” the both of you break out in laughter until you groan, “the way george caught you in the air, i thought i was going to lose my best friend today.” your conversation with her goes on until you interrupt, “so, draco is sick and i promised to bring him a meal at every meal time but, i can’t now so as my best friend, will you do it for me?” her face turns stone as she stares at you before bursting out into laughter at you facial expression. “of course silly. anyways, back to my story…” she continues.

after leaving you at the hospital, pansy packs a plateful of food before unlocking the door to draco’s bedroom. “wake up dork,” he opens his eyes to see pansy instead of you, “where’s y/n?” draco asks annoyed, “she got injured at today’s quidditch game, mclaggen threw the bludger at her and she’s in the hospital wing but-“ before pansy could finish her sentence, draco runs through the hallways, clad in his pajamas. finally reaching the hospital wing, he bursts through the entrance and spots you, “y/n are you okay? i should’ve gone to the game today.” draco spews out words and you stare at him before cutting him off, “i’m alright draco,” you grab his hand, “thank you for worrying but you’re sick. you shouldn’t be out of bed,” he takes in deep breaths, wiping the sweat off his forehead, “i just needed to see if you were alright.” your thumb rubs against his palm, “i’m good, so go back to your dorm and rest. if you’re not better by tomorrow, i promise i’ll be there.” he nods and reluctantly lets go of the warmth your hand held. you let out a sigh as you watch him walk away until the curtain next to your bed rips open, unveiling two redheaded twins. you slightly jump, “well, well, well. just tell him you love him.” fred starts, “i mean, its sort of obvious.” you shake your head at the boys, “i can’t,” they both let out huffs of annoyance, “why not?” george questions, “he’s with astoria right now. and he seems happy for the first in a while. i don’t want to take that away,” you pause, “anyways, you should go to dinner. i’ll be eating whatever madam pomfrey serves me.” the twins laugh at you before fred leans in close to your ear, “we have tons of pranks up our sleeves so if you want anything to do to mclaggen, we’ll be happy to provide.” you push the boy away with a close lipped smile, “thank you for the offer, but i’m going to have to pass it up for now.” fred lets out an, “understood,” as he and his twin walk out of the wing.

the next day, madam pomfrey releases you to breakfast after giving you one last potion for your bruises. you enter the hallways and a breeze blows through your hair as you start to speed walk to the hall. entering the great hall, all of your friends stare at your incredibly quick recovery. pansy runs up to you and squeezes you tightly, “pansy, a little looser please.” you laugh along with her and greet your other friends before spotting a seated draco with astoria’s arm looped around his own. he gives you an apologetic look and you return a small smile with a shake of your head to reassure him that it was alright. pansy informs you about their incoming trip to hogsmede later and asks if you could go, “yeah, i can go, i have to buy some more ink for my essay.” blaise then turns to draco, “oi malfoy, you coming?” draco sits still before opening his mouth to complain, “its cold and i’m sick. do you really think i’m going to go?” a small smirk appears on blaise’s face, “i heard y/n agreed to come.” draco’s head turns towards you with super sonic speed, “really?” you give him a closed lipped smile and very slow head nod. “then i’ll be there,” draco says, “me too!” astoria adds on. pansy gives her a look of disgust, “uh astoria, this is just for our friend group. we made a rule that there are no plus ones.” astoria then pouts and turns to draco, “draco, i could come right?” pansy rolls her eyes and pretends to gag. draco turns towards you and looks to you for help, “astoria, if you’d like to come, you’re welcome to come,” you say, earning a whine from pansy. “great! we’ll meet you at the exit of hogwarts.” you nod and send an extremely small smile towards her.

while you get ready, pansy waits for you on your bed. “y/n, i have no idea why you invited her, she’s literally the bane of our existence.” you chuckle at your dramatic best friend, “she’s dating draco, so we have to include her or else who knows what draco would do?” browsing through your closet, you pick out a slytherin sweater and a vintage poofy jacket. “y/n, the only reason why draco decided to come was because blaise told him you were coming. doesn’t that scream something to you?” you continue to look at yourself in the mirror, “no, it doesn’t. we’re just best friends pansy, nothing more.” her face droops down and she rolls her eyes, “you, my best friend, are the smartest witch in all of hogwarts but you’re too blinded by draco’s happiness to find your own,” shaking your head, you turn away from the mirror and walk to the door but before you exit, you stop, “i’m happy for him so it’s fine,” you say, sounding more like you’re trying to convince yourself rather than pansy.

your group of friends all meet at the exit of hogwarts and while you wait for draco and astoria to show up, you see the weasley twins. you smile and wave at them until fred waves you over to their location behind the tree. you look over at your occupied friends and walk over to them, “what’s up, weasleys?” they both stand towered over you, “y/n, we might’ve done something we weren’t supposed to do and now we have to go clean it up,” george begins, “mcgonagall’s orders,” fred adds and george continues, “we’ve got the trio but it’s too big of a mess so we’re recruiting people to help us clean.” you let out a sigh but nod your head, “okay, give me a second to tell my friends. wait for me at the entrance of the castle.” they both give you a salute and march over to the entrance as you walk towards your group of friends, now including draco and astoria. “hey,” you say as you see draco, now turning towards all your friends, “i have to go help the weasley twins today so, no hogsmede for me today,” you slightly pout, “y/n, why do you have to help the weasel twins?” you lightly punch him on the arm, “i’ll be going now,” your friends wave to you as you walk away until you hear, “wait y/n!” and you turn around to see draco jogging towards you, “i’m not going to go either,” your eyes widen at the boy while he gives you a smirk, “what about astoria?” his smirk falters as he gives you a genuine smile, “always thinking about others before yourself, i really don’t think slytherin was the right house for you. maybe hufflepuff?” you roll your eyes as you start to walk and his arm lays on your shoulders. “if i was in any other house, i would’ve avoided you at first sight,” he chuckles, “ow, that hurt,” he replies sarcastically.

as you enter the entrance of the castle, you see fred waiting for you and his eyes shift to draco, “you here to help, malfoy?” draco rolls his eyes, “yes weasley.” you pat draco on the back, “good boy,” his ear slightly turn red but the action goes unnoticed as you start a conversation with fred, “what did you even do in the first place?” a mischievous glint grows on fred’s face as he opens the door to an explosion of soap bubbles in mcgonagall’s classroom, leaving your eyes wide along with draco’s. “freddie!” george yells from across the room which attracts the attention of the students helping clean. you turn to draco, looking up at him in equal surprise as him. george comes and hands you a wet rag along with a bucket to help dissolve the bubbles surrounding the room. for the whole time, draco stood next to you and cleaned about two percent of the hundred percent you cleaned. on your way to dump out the bucket in the lavatory, you bump into graham montague. “hey y/n. sorry about the bludger the other day. if i blocked it for you, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt,” you shake your head, setting down the bucket full of bubbles, “no, it wasn’t your fault. if i had paid attention i wouldn’t have gotten hurt. don’t blame yourself.” he tilts his head to look down at you, “what’s the bucket for?” your head then tilts down to look at the bucket, “helping fred and george clean up their most recent prank,” graham nods his head in understanding, “do you need help?’ a tiny chuckle leaves your lips, “if you could help, it would be much appreciated,” he nods and takes the bucket from your grasp as the both of you continue to walk to the lavatory.

upon your return to the classroom with graham, draco looks at you before turning towards graham. he struts up to you and stretches his arm over your shoulder, getting face to face with graham. you sigh at his childish behavior, “thank you for helping graham, we’ll see you at quidditch practice tomorrow.” draco continues to stare graham down, “yeah, see you tomorrow y/n.” you push away from draco’s grasp and go to continue cleaning.

at the end of the weasley’s cleaning fiasco, you walk to dinner with draco in silence. not an awkward silence but a comfortable silence, “so how’s it going with astoria?” you ask out of the blue, “it’s alright but it’s a good thing she’s not as annoying as her younger version, daphne.” he retorts “daphne’s kind.” you retort back, “oh y/n. only seeing the positives in people.” draco stops to fix his dress robe while you continue to walk without him until stopping to turn around and check on him only to notice astoria clinging onto to his arm. draco tries to find you over astoria’s shoulder only to find that you had disappeared. you walk out to the same spot next to the lake. the wind blew through your hair as you stood by the edge of the lake, glancing at the icy water. you hear the noise of rowdy boys behind you before feeling a push in the back, towards the lake. landing with a splash, you hold your breath and try to swim back up to the surface but the weight of your wet clothing dragged you back down, along with the unhealed bruises around your abdomen. floating down peacefully, the cold water engulfs you whole and you let out a final breath of air.

in the meantime, draco stands next to astoria as she smothers him. he firms himself up as he prepares himself to break up with her. “astoria, i think we need to take a-“ but he soon gets cut off as he sees you in the arms of cedric diggory, unconscious. “what the hell did you do to her, diggory?!” he shouts, worried about his best friend. “i saved her from the lake when mclaggen pushed her in, now move out of the way so i can take her to the hospital wing.” in that instant moment, draco realizes that it wasn’t the thought of being with astoria that mad him happy, but the fact that you would be there for him no matter what decision he makes. rage fills draco’s whole body as he moves out of cedric’s way and to find cormac.

when you wake up, you find yourself surrounded by your friends and a bloodied up cormac mclaggen. pansy notices you and mouths a quiet, “are you okay?” to not wake the other boys up and you reply with a nod, unfortunately, actually waking the boys up. draco releases his hold on your hand and goes to hug you. he chuckles in your ear, “you have no idea how relieved i am that you are okay.” you chuckle back at his words, “what, you didn’t think i could swim?” he releases from his hug and then looks at you with a serious face, “i’m sorry i wasn’t there for you. i just got caught up with astoria, but i have something to say,” he pauses as he looks at your reaction, “guys, i hope you still know that we’re all here.” pansy interrupts.

draco turns around to mouth a get out before turning back to you, “y/n, over the past weeks, i realize that i spent less time around and to be honest, it was killing me. it killed me to see you around the weasel twins more,” you interrupt him, “weasley twins, can’t you get it right once-“ he cuts you off by putting his hand over your mouth to silence you, “y/n, i’m trying to be serious. i want to spend more time with you, my best friend. i hope you know that i love you even though i don’t express it everyday.” he jokes while your expression changes from joking to a straight face. “draco, i know you love me because we’re best friends and we have been since we were little but,” you give him a sad smile, “you don’t love me the way you love her. because all i’ll ever be is your best friend but she could be your wife. so maybe save the i love you’s for her.” draco’s face falls at your words, “yeah you’re right, i don’t love you the way i love her because i love you more. hell, i get nervous every time i’m around you alone or when you let me play with your hair when you study or when you come to take care of me when i’m sick. y/n, i love you so much and i want to be more than just best friends.” your eyes widen and tear up slightly, “but we can’t if you think that way.” you let out a big sigh but a large smile erupts on your face. “draco, i’ve loved you since our first year when hermione told me the story of you in the dark forest. but you can’t do to this to astoria,” his face turns a bit guilty, “i forgot to mention that i broke up with her while you were being treated. supposedly she asked mclaggen to push you in. she didn’t take it very well so i would sleep in my room for the time being,” you chuckle at his confession, “will do,” draco quickly shuts you up by pressing his lips against yours. the both of you hear a “finally!” from outside and you feel a smile form on draco’s face. he pulls away and smiles at you, “come on y/n, lets go.” draco says as he grabs your hand but you make no attempt to leave your bed, “oh i actually have to stay here for one more night because i need to more potions, but i’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast.” he lets out a noise of disappointment and kisses you on the forehead before leaving the room.

the next morning, you wake up from your bed in the hospital wing and walk to breakfast by yourself until you meet cedric. “oh cedric, thank you for saving me.” he gives you a relieving smile, “it’s no problem but i almost got killed by malfoy for carrying you while you were unconscious,” he chuckles at you surprised reaction, “i am so sorry about that,” cedric shakes his head, “it’s alright, it’s good to see he cares.”

after waving goodbye to cedric, you walk out to the snowy lake once again, only to see draco already there waiting for you. “draco? why are you here?” his face lights up as he spots you, “i was tired of waiting for you at breakfast and i knew you normally come here so i just decided to wait for you here.” draco opens up his coat as you walk towards him and he wraps his arms around you, engulfing you in his coat’s wings. he leans in closely to whisper in your ear, “i can’t wait till i marry you and we start our own family,” you give him a small laugh at his cheesy words, “calm down mr. malfoy, we only started dating yesterday.” he pulls away from you and stares at your face, “but i feel like we’ve been dating for seven years,” draco leans closely to you and kisses you gently as both of your rosy cheeks illuminate off of each other.

pansy and blaise watch the both of their best friends from a far. “could they be any grosser? like calm down, it’s only eight am on a monday morning.” pansy rolls her eyes, “let them have this moment, i honestly was getting tired of listening to both of them complain about their ‘unrequited’ love for each other.” blaise nods his head in acknowledgment.

draco and you watch as pansy and blaise stuff each other’s face into the fluffy snow, “i love you draco,“ you say as he has your face cupped in his hands, “i love you more y/n. now lets go to breakfast, can’t have you hungry today.” you give a large close lipped smile as draco grabs your hand and stuffs into his pocket while the both of you walk into the castle. as the both of you near the castle, you ask, “did you beat up cormac?” draco continues on his path in silence before answering, “of course. he hurt my girl, and we can’t let him get away with it.” you roll your eyes, “thank you, i guess?” he laughs at you and kisses you on the forehead as the both of you continue your walk to the breakfast hall.

a/n: hi! this is probably one of my longest fics and it took legit 4 business days to write this lol. also, this may be the last fic i post in oct, but please enjoy it along with my other stories!

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Neighbors

Summary: After breaking up with your fiancé you find yourself moving back in with your brother and his daughter just outside of the city. Marcus Moreno is his neighbor and he really does take his neighborly duties to heart. Including taking care of mowing the lawn when your brother had to leave for work for a while. 

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F!Reader

Wordcount: 2.5k

Warnings: yearning, sexual tension, k-i-s-s-i-n-g, way too many mentions sweat and a lawnmower

A/N: This one goes out to @mouthymandalorian​. I still have no idea how this happened but I am not complaining 😂

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The first time you met Marcus Moreno was on the day you moved into your brother's place.

It was autumn when you found yourself in front of your brother’s house. Your fiance and you had decided to end things, which left you temporarily moving into your brother’s place. At least back then you thought it would be temporary. He had bought a house outside the city a couple of years ago and was living with his daughter. He had been divorced a couple of years ago and immediately said yes when you asked him for help.

It was a beautiful and quiet neighborhood.

“And you won’t be safer anywhere but here. The leader of the heroics lives just across the street.” And as if he could hear your brother say those words he was walking over to the moving truck, offering his help. Marcus Moreno. Of course you knew who he was. The whole country probably knew. He had introduced himself, taking one of the boxes you were carrying from you, and followed your brother inside the house. He stayed for dinner that evening, your niece Tara and his daughter Missy having to work on a school project. You learned a couple of things about him that evening. Marcus and your brother were buddies and the only single men in the whole neighborhood.

“Dad is completely oblivious to all the women ogling him every time.” Missy rolled her eyes, making you chuckle and Marcus frowned.

“Nobody’s ogling me, Missy.” She just shook her head and you smiled at her as she left the room to pack her things.

“They are totally checking you out, Marcus.” Your brother teased. “Just like my sister here.” Marcus turned his head to look at you and you turned away to slap your brothers arm.

“Very funny, asshole,” you shook your head with a laugh, almost fleeing out of the kitchen.

The first weeks flew by and sooner than you thought Thanksgiving approached. You were planning on having the best Thanksgiving dinner ever, going a little bit over the top with the groceries.

“You need some help with that?” A voice behind you startled you, making you almost drop the bag full of food. Before it hit the ground someone caught it and you felt yourself blush as you looked into the warm eyes of Marcus Moreno.

“Sorry,” he smiled a little. “Didn’t want to startle you.”

You noticed him more often from that day on. Missy, his daughter, and your niece Tara were close friends.

Marcus was always nice. Always. He offered help where he could. You noticed yourself staring at him more and more and he always smiled back when he noticed you. Nothing could however prepare you for when spring came around.

You were up early going for a run. Your way of dealing with break-ups was eating your feelings and you really needed to get back in shape. With your headphones on you only noticed the unmistakable noise of the lawnmower when you were close to home. Changing to the other side of the street you caught a glimpse of Marcus outside of his house, mowing the lawn. It was still pretty early and a little chilly, yet there he was, dressed in some old jeans and a dark grey shirt, headphones in his ears, oblivious to the outside world. You slowed down, pulling out your headphones as you tried to get a better glimpse, knowing for sure that the way his arms flexed would be a picture you would be thinking about for a while. You were so focused on Marcus you almost ran into a tree, cursing to yourself. When you turned you caught his eyes and he winked, waving at you in greeting. You smiled awkwardly, waving back before you crossed the street to get back into your house, cursing to yourself until you were in the bathroom where you definitely weren’t thinking of how strong his arms would feel around your body.

The more time passed, the more you were sure Marcus Moreno was everything but oblivious to the way people looked at him. Or at least to the way you looked at him. He never made a move, but he made sure to greet you whenever he saw you, offering his help when you had something to carry. And you caught him staring at you across the dinner table more than once when he was over for dinner which seemed to happen more often now that you were cooking. He told you that he was a terrible cook and that your brother wasn’t much better and that this had been the first time since his wife died, that he and Missy were having home-cooked meals regularly.

You remembered the warm feeling that spread in your chest as he opened up to you. That had been the first time you hugged him. And he didn’t let go until you both heard someone breaking something in the living room.

In summer your brother had to leave for this job for a couple of weeks, leaving you and Tara alone. You didn’t mind. You loved her like your own child. And she was growing up so fast.

“Mr. Moreno is coming over tomorrow to take care of the garden,” Tara informed you at dinner on a Friday night.

“Oh?” You asked.

“He said you shouldn’t have to do it on your own just because Dad is gone.” She shrugged, focusing back on the TV.

“That’s nice of him.” You nodded, eating your dinner.

The aspect of Marcus Moreno spending the whole Saturday in the same place as you made it hard for you to sleep. Which was stupid cause the man was living across the street and you saw him almost every day. You were terrified of saying something dumb in front of him, mostly because you were crushing on him, hard. But he had to know that at this point.

More than once you heard Missy complain about the moms at her school when Marcus picked her up.

“The way they look at him? Ugh gross. I’m happy your Aunt is not a lovesick puppy like those moms at school.” She said one day and you chuckled.

“Because I’m a cool aunt.”

“For the most part.” Tara teased and you looked shocked at her before all three of you burst into giggles.

It was supposed to be a hot summer day. You dropped Missy and Tara off at the local outdoor pool before you made your way back home. You stopped on the way to get some groceries, intending to make some fresh lemonade today. You completely forgot about the time, cursing to yourself when you saw Marcus walking over the street as soon as you parked the car.

“Shit. Sorry. I completely forgot the time,” you said as you jumped out of the car.

“No worries. It’s not like I have a long way over here,” Marcus winked. You smiled a little, turning away from him to control your face as you made your way towards the front door.

“You sure you wanna do the lawn today? It’s supposed to be the hottest day of the week.” You asked, putting the bag full of fruits down on the kitchen counter.

“I’m sure. Nothing I can’t handle,” he smiled. You looked at each other, uncertain how to continue and you could swear you saw his eyes wander to your lips before he nodded.

“Okay. I’m gonna start before the sun is gonna melt me.” He took his glasses off to change them to the sunglasses he had brought before he turned around and walked out and into the garage. You definitely weren’t checking out his ass in his jeans until he was out the door.

Ignoring him outside at first you got into making the lemonade and some ice tea. You smiled as you saw the picture Tara and Missy send you, asking if it would be okay if they went for a sleepover at one of their friends' places. The perfect opportunity to go outside and ask Marcus. Maybe it was time to turn up the flirting.

Changing out of your Jeans shorts and Shirt you put on a light summer dress. It wasn’t short, going just over your knees but the neckline and backline were probably a little more revealing than you should be wearing outside of your home. But the front yard still technically was your home. After you changed you stopped at your window and felt yourself growing even hotter. Marcus was just below your window, his white shirt drenched with sweat, clinging to his chest, his hair wet and curling in his neck. You saw his strong tanned arms glistening with sweat as he pushed the mower and you felt your knees getting weak.

“Fuck me…” You whispered to yourself before you made your way downstairs. With a mission.

He didn’t notice you coming out of the house. Carrying two big glasses, one with lemonade, one with ice tea you made your way over to him, smiling to yourself as you caught him humming along to the song he was listening to. You tried to notice the song and were pretty sure it was “Take on me” by A-ha. He looked up when you were close, giving you a small smile as he turned off the mower and pulled out his headphones.

“Hey.” He said.

“Hey. I thought you might need something to drink?” you raised your eyebrows in question. He nodded, pulling the hem of his shirt up to wipe off the sweat from his forehead, giving you a glimpse of his stomach. You swallowed but didn’t look away.

“Lemonade or Ice Tea?” you asked instead, looking into his face as he straightened down his shirt.

“Ice Tea,” he answered and you handed him the glass. His fingers brushed over yours and your smile got a little wider.

“You do know that mowing the lawn in the heat of the sun will kill the lawn at some point?” You asked. He gulped down his Ice Tea, watching you intently. You didn’t hide the way you were ogling him, feeling the sweat slowly drip down between your breasts the longer you stood here in the sun. It really was a hot day.

“I’m almost finished and this isn’t my yard” He handed you the glass back with a smirk and you shook your head. “Thank you.” He smiled, you nodded and turned around to leave.

“Oh before I forget,” you turned around again, catching him staring at your back, his eyes finding yours only slowly. “Tara texted to ask if it would be okay if Missy and her slept at Nicole’s place? Her mom said it was okay, but I’m gonna check in with her.”

“Sounds okay for me. I’m gonna check in with her Mom too when I’m finished here.” He said hoarsely and you nodded.

“You wanna maybe stay for dinner? As a thank you for your hard work,” you added. He smirked. “I won’t say not to that.” He winked before he slowly pulled his shirt off. You were sure your eyes popped out of your head before you turned around and walked into the house, hearing him chuckle behind you.

You were on the phone with Nicole’s mom, leaning on the kitchen island, your head propped up on your hand when you heard the door close behind you. You looked over your shoulder, seeing Marcus enter and smile at you before you turned away again.

“I’m okay with it. Marcus just got in. If he’s okay, it would be great if you pick up their overnight bags when you pick them up from the outdoor pool.” You said.

“Great. Nicole has been dying to camp in the garden for one night, but she’s scared alone. Having Tara and Missy with her would be great.” You listened to her, but almost jumped when you felt Marcus’ hand on your lower back. His hand was warm and you closed your eyes as he leaned closer. You turned on the spot, the phone still in your hand, and looked up at him. He wasn’t wearing his glasses and was still shirtless. You were faintly aware of Nicole’s mom talking on the phone, but didn’t hear a word she was saying.

Marcus leaned with one hand on the kitchen island, his other hand coming up to take the phone out of your hand. His eyes didn’t leave yours as he talked to Nicole’s mom and you felt yourself shiver. He wasn’t touching you, yet it felt like your body was on fire with the way he was looking at you. He ended the call, putting the phone down.

“Nicole’s mom will be picking up the girls in two hours. We gotta pack some stuff for the girls until then.” He whispered, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek.

“Why do I think that you are everything but oblivious to the way women look at you?” You asked him. He smiled a little. He was dirty and sweaty and you couldn’t care less with the way he was looking at you.

“I don’t care how women look at me. I do notice how you look at me though.” His thumb brushed over your cheek, slowly running down to your lip.

“And how do I look at you?” You asked.

“Like you wouldn’t say no if I kiss you right now.”

“Even as sweaty and gross as you are right now?” You teased. He chuckled.

“I can go and take a shower first…” You didn’t give him time to finish as you got on your tiptoes to kiss him softly. Surprised he dropped his hand from your face, parting from you for a second before he pulled you close to properly kiss you. It felt better than you would have ever imagined it and you sighed against his lips, your hands wanting nothing more than to run through his soft hair when you giggled, find it damp with sweat.

“Okay, this is kinda gross.” You still giggled and Marcus laughed. “But also kinda sexy,” you teased, looking at him. He smiled a little shy at you.

“I’m gonna take a shower and pack some stuff for Missy and then…”

“‘Then I’m coming over to cook dinner at your place,” you finished his sentence.

“My place?” he asked.

“I really don’t want to have sex in my brother’s house,” you grinned and he laughed.

“You sure?”

You nodded.

“Good. Cause I really don’t want to have sex at your brother’s house either,” he leaned down kissing you again.

#my writing #marcus moreno #marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno x you #Pedro pascal #fanfic #fanfiction

[naokow]

Get Free

 summary:  I want to get off, but I keep riding the ride, I never really noticed that I had to decide, to play someone's game, or live my own life.

warnings: angst, manipulating behaviour from eren, female reader (i’m sorry i didn’t make the reader genderless), cursing, smoking, drinking. let me know if i should add something else.

word count: 2.8k

A/N: so let me know if it sucked, pls, thank you. also, English is not my first language, so there can be mistakes pls tell me where my dumb ass was wrong

The hand on the waist was the final nail in the coffin for you.

How dare he dance with another girl. How dare he smile at her, how dare he ignore you and act like you weren't there, too.

"This is just pitiful," Marleen snorted, finishing half of her drink in a sip as she watched the same scene unfolding in the living room, those two uncaring of everyone else, like they were throwing it in your face.

You hummed, not really in the mood for taunts and half assed advices. "Which part?"

Marleen finished her drink and threw the cup over her shoulder, over the improvised bar the frat boys did last year with wood panels and boxes. It landed in the kitchen, someone yelling at the brunette as it nearly missed him.

 "You. Honestly, for the last time, you need to—"

Frowning, you tensed and turned to glare at her, only to stop staring at the dance floor. "Honestly, Marleen, for the last time, I'm not fucking Jean to get over Eren."

She raised her hands in mock surrender, taking the half empty bottle of beer from your loosened grasp. "Doesn't have to be Jean, pal."

Groaning, throwing your head back dramatically, you couldn't find it in yourself to debate this subject, again.

Not that it mattered. Not like it was supposed to be a fun night at a frat house. Not like you made a fuss about it, dressed in your best leather pants and top, tattoos on display.

Not like you actually tried a bolder look with the cat like eyeliner and actually put on lip gloss, because you knew Eren liked those, said once your lips were pretty like that, coated with too much cherry glitter—

No, it didn't matter, not even as you sat there, feeling stupid as you pulled at your snake bites, wondering if you should get drunk or just go back to your dorm and complain to Annie.

But the blonde was at the party, too, somewhere among the crowd and probably sulking just as you, if you were to guess after seeing Armin with some junior chick an hour ago.

Marleen pushed herself away from the counter, losing her balance as she fell from the chair, but you saw it coming. Rolling your eyes, you caught her arm and steadied her.

Marleen grinned as you let her go, and seized your bicep, squeezing it three times, like a grandmother would with her grandchildren's cheeks.

"God, I love your muscles."

You loved them, too, but often found yourself wondering if Eren would pick you if you looked different, like the pretty, thin brunette wrapped around him on the dance floor.

God, how much can someone dance?

"Anyway," Marleen sighed, fake annoyance and all that, "Someone has to fuck Jean."

You snorted, "Poor you, volunteering like that for society."

She waved you off, pushing your now empty beer bottle into your chest as she left your side with her arms in the air, waving franatically to catch Jean's attention from his seat on the couch, where Connie was trying to explain something with his fingers.

Putting the bottle behind you on the counter, you tried to stop yourself from looking at him. What good did it do to—

He was gripping her waist, his large hands, clad in rings you got for his last birthday, covering her exposed skin. Her arms were in his hair as he bent to say something in her ear—

No, you noticed, he was kissing her neck and she was grinning sideways at Eren.

Scoffing, you tugged at one of the pierces in your nose. You should know better by now, Marleen once chided after cleaning your face off, ruined make up almost dried on your cheeks.

He knows, Annie scolded from beside you two in the small public bathroom after Eren ruined karaoke night and brought his new girlfriend.

He knows you love him and doesn't care. So do yourself a favour and move on.

Yeah, you watch Eren laugh at something the girl said, move on from the crush you had on him since you were sixteen and his hair was still short and he was crying over his parents' divorce.

Sure, move on and forget all the times you helped him, picked the pieces and put him first. Like he did, all those years going down the drain ever since the school year started and he barely acknowledged you.

"You look like shit," someone took the seat next to you, and you sighed before accepting the offered red solo cup.

"Feel like it, too," you looked at Levi snorting as he sipped on his beer. He looked like he just got out of bed.

Right, you scowled at yourself. You've been so busy preparing to let Eren walk all over you, that you forgot that Levi lived in the frat house that hosted the party.

Hange was talking Erwin's ears off, but he smiled and waved at you from where he stood close to the oven, once you looked over your shoulder to inspect who was there. Hange imitated his gesture without turning to see who, exactly, they were saluting.

Levi ignored them altogether, hair disheveled from his twitching fingers. He probably had a nap, you guessed, from the simple black shirt and jeans. Most likely got dragged down from his room by Zeke, or someone.

You knew him well enough, since he bumped into you almost one year ago, in the parking lot where you were smoking, asking for a lighter. Sure, he ignored your bad mood since you walked over to class when Eren forgot to pick you up.

It was just one time.

It wasn't until many months later that he picked a habit of ditching you and your plans together.

Levi was older by two years, and so were his friends, but they took you under their wing almost immediately.

They were protective of you, especially Hange, but no one came close to Levi anytime Eren made you cry or upset you with anything.

Like now, as he glared at the place where you already knew Eren was having fun with the girl. But you chose to look at Levi, chin in the palm of your hand.

Finally, he turned to take you in, his eyes catching onto the fact that you wore the rings and choker he got for you over the last year, then the many earrings Hange and Erwin got you anytime you wanted another pierce.

"Well, you sure look worse than me," you smirked, but Levi frowned at your attempt.

"He did it again?"

You couldn't find it in yourself to get mad at his words, "He just forgot, is all."

Levi snorted, "He should get checked for that Alzheimer he's been sporting for the last months."

You hit his arm, barely touching him, and huffed. "Play nice."

To his credit, he left it at that and let the noise of the party fall over you, both nursing your drinks.

You pondered going to Hange to ask if you could crash over the night with them, knowing Marleen was busy and Annie probably left by now.

"Want to dance?"

Well, then.

Your eyebrows almost reached your hairline as your eyes found Levi's, "Huh?"

He didn't shrug, or rolled his eyes, simply putting down his bottle and staring at you. You didn't want to look over at the dance floor, or be near that sexual tension, but—

But Levi was trying, and you knew how much he despised the parties, or having to interact, or, God Almighty forbid, dance.

And he was asking if you wanted to, because he knew you liked the song that was playing before you even realized what song it was or that you've been moving your head along with the beat for the last minute.

But Eren was th—

You jumped from the bar stool, "Sure."

You were taller than Levi by some good inches, but that didn't bother him. It never did, not even when you made fun of it at game nights or that one time at the carnival when he was the only one to join you in the big rides.

It didn't bother him, not even now, as you let him put his hands on your bare waist and slightly gaze up at you.

Hands around his neck, you let your chin rest near his ear, "You dance like someone's grandpa."

You could only assume he scoffed as he moved his arms around and pushed you closer to his chest.

"That's how you're grandpa danced?"

You shrugged and let him move your hips to the beat, fingers lost in his hair. "Wouldn't know. He died before I was out, kicking and screaming for the last time in my life at my mom."

Levi shook his head at your words, used to your humour and thankful you couldn't see his smile as he put his forehead on your bare shoulder.

You found yourself forgetting about Eren for a while as Levi danced with you and touched your skin, fingers grazing sometimes over your back or spine.

Then he was lost to your mind altogether when Levi caught your eye and you tried to make sense of the look he was giving you.

Marleen said something about his stares, when you couldn't see him watching.

You wet your lips, and he watched your tongue swipe over the pierces. "What, Ackerman?"

He shrugged, "You hate lip glosses."

It was barely there after all the drinks, but the thin, shiny coat with that stupid glitter was noticable enough for Levi to glare at.

And you did, you did hate lip glosses when Levi's arms were around you like that and his hands didn't shy away at the feeling of your muscles like Eren once did, because, damn, what chick wants those abs?

"'m stupid, I know," you mumbled, head titled close to his ear, but he turned to look at you, not even dancing anymore as his mouth was so damn close to yours.

"Want me to buy you another lipstick? What was it, again? R—"

You laughed, and Levi smelt the juice and whiskey on your breath. "Red, yeah. Still don't know how you found that shade, it was so nice, and I finished it too fast."

Levi smirked a little, "Told you, it's a secret. How else am I gonna surprise you?"

You felt him around you, too real, too much, it consumed you, steadily, as his eyes wondered around on your features.

"You surprise me anyway, Ackerman."

He wet his lips, then frowned, having to remind himself you weren't there for him, that you were in that position only because you were hurting again and because he was stupid and reckless and—

"Take it off, please?"

Levi searched your eyes, "What?"

"The gloss crap. Take it off, please."

Levi's breath hitched. "Are you sure?"

You looked down at his lips, "Help me a little, Levi."

Damn you. Damn you and your beautiful face, that irresistible body and that personality and the fact that it made him fall hard. So hard he couldn't deny you, even if it hurt him.

Because you were still hang on Eren, waiting and suffering, uselessly prolonging the inevitable everyone knew its end, but you. 

But now you were in his arms and looking at him like he put the stars that formed those constellations you adored so much, on the sky.

Damn you, da—

He would never admit it hurt to press your lips to yours, to feel that cherry lip gloss first, then the punch as he probed at your mouth to get rid of that crap as you so nicely asked him to.

He hardly noticed how the pierces felt against his tongue, all lost to his mind as he gripped your hips tighter.

He would never admit it bothered him how your fingers played with his hair as you moved your face down and kissed him too roughly for his taste.

But it brought some satisfaction to glance over your shoulder at the shocked, angered Eren, his dance partner forgotten as he stared at his hands on your skin.

Good, it felt good. Even when Levi knew you would regret it the next day and go back to sulking over Eren.

But you brought his mouth back to yours and kept his face in your hands and made him ignore how much it hurt while he bruised your lips with too many kisses.

Levi tried to convince himself that things would finally be better, that it was the right move and he wasn't just a rebound. Maybe, if he kept telling himself that, he would believe it, too.

Even as you pecked his lips once, twice, stopped to gulp down breaths of air, like you just surfaced from water, like you've been drowning and finally, finally, you were free now.

But you stayed close, foreheads pressed against each other's while some stupid disco song started playing and Connie's excited yells surpassed even the stereo system.

You opened your mouth, and Levi wondered if he should be the first to say sorry.

"This is nice."

Flinching, you furrowed your brow and turned to look at Hange. They grinned, inches away from your face. Levi scoffed, and took one, two, fuck it—

He almost jumped away from you, putting space, almost making a statement. He glared at Hange.

"Is this our new secret handshake? I have to tell Erwin," they didn't wait, and you sighed as Hange bounced away to annoy Erwin for the millionth time that night.

You clicked your tongue, Hange forgot to tell you why they interrupted... Whatever that was with Levi, who was now rubbing his face in what you knew was annoyance.

Wetting your lips, and feeling no trace of cherry, made you feel worse than before.

"Right, I'm—"

Levi scoffed, hands back into his pockets as he already moved to walk past you. "Don't. I'm sure Jean would like to continue this."

You wondered why his words stung that much, because you were supposed to feel better after kissing someone. Because it was supposed to make you feel something else than sadness and constant self hatred.

Because—

Eren was making his way towards you, and Levi was already lost in the crowd before you could try to mend things. And say what, exactly? Nothing made sense anymore, your thoughts scattered all over the place because—

"What was that about?"

He was asking you, talking to you, and it didn't feel as good as you thought it would. Neither could bother to step aside, talk somewhere private, people still drinking and dancing around.

But why would Eren go somewhere private with you? It wasn't right. Nothing was feeling right as he glared down at you, at your swollen lips and flushed cheeks, that even the low light of the Christmas lights hanged around the walls couldn't hide.

"What?"

Sure, you were broken. Mind blank and fingers twitching to hold onto something.

Eren frowned, "What was that about, with Ackerman?"

You blinked at him. "I'm sorry?"

It wasn't the apology you almost shot at Levi earlier. You sounded too confused and shocked, even for you.

But nothing made sense and Eren was now fuming.

"Listen—"

And you were all years for him, straining yourself to hear him over the music and the crowd that pushed your bodies closer. All because you were used to this, dropping all doubts and latching onto Eren. Honestly, you couldn’t remember the last time he was that close to you, couldn’t comprehend the harsh reality. 

He was there because it bothered him to lose his play toy, and you were too blind to see it, or anything else beside his eyes as he talked. Blinking, you allowed Eren to take you to the kitchen, something about another drink. 

Levi was lost to you as Eren put his arm around your shoulders, barely keeping it there as he started talking about his classes and something his colleagues. You granted him your attention, all of it, never half hearted like he was with you most of the time.

Try all the time.

Because you were better, always so caring and welcoming for Eren to just pick and take whenever he pleased. But he was your friend, you cared too much about him to just let him go or ignore his needs. And he even left that pretty girl to talk with you. Surely, that must count as something. 

“Where’s your lip gloss, hm?” Eren inquired, watching you over the rim of his cup as you blinked, head titled to actually think about what he asked. Then,

“Oh, sorry. must’ve worn off,” you struggled to articulate the words, barely thinking them through, feeling small, almost lost under his stare for a moment. Eren smiled down at you, almost cynically, as he put his cup down and took your hand in his. 

“Want to dance?”

You nodded, faster than before, with—

It didn’t matter, not in that moment.

Assuring him it was alright, because every little thing was alright to you as long as it was Eren and his hand was taking yours, even if the hold was loose, barely there, like he was seconds away from letting it go.

#eren yaegar #levi ackerman #fanfic #reader #eren x you #eren x reader #levi x reader #hange zoë #erwin smith #reader insert #female reader #aot fanfiction #eren angst #levi angst

[kuroosweakness]

touch starved // sakusa kiyoomi 

summary: sakusa x gn!reader  just some fluffy physical contact with sakusa 

word count: about 750

“you must be touch starved,” you say as you climb onto the couch a few feet away from your black-haired, tall boyfriend who’s not wearing a mask for once. as usual, he looks a bit grumpy. but it’s better not to point that out. 

he drums his fingers on his leg, looking everywhere except at your eyes. “no i’m not.” 

you scooch closer to him. he looks at you with a raised eyebrow, and back at the wall. you scooch even closer, close enough for you to rest your head on his shoulder, so you do. 

“i guess you’re the one touch starved.” he points out. why does his shoulder feel so stiff?

you don’t deny it. “maybe we’re both touch starved.” sakusa had finally come back from his abroad trip, but why is he acting as if he didn’t miss you at all? you sure as heck missed him. it was hard sleeping next to an empty figure. it wasn’t the same without his shallow breathing beside you. you found your arms yearning for something to wrap around, only to hug a pillow. 

“hm” is all that comes out of sakusa. “maybe...what are you gonna do about it?” 

why is this so awkward...this isn’t how you remembered. “we can cuddle...” you suggest, but then quickly adds. “only if you want though.” 

sakusa meets your eyes and softly smiles. “i’d like that.” and with that, he scoops your thighs up, waits for you to wrap your arms around his neck, and carries you to the kitchen. 

...the kitchen? 

he sees your confused face and lightly chuckles. “i need to drink water first.” 

ohhh...you nod and rests your head against his cheek. it would be his cheek if his curly black hair wasn’t in the way. his grip on your legs is so strong it almost hurts. almost. 

he leans down to get a glass cup, gets himself some water, gulps it down, and looks back at you. “want some water too?” 

“no thanks. i’m okay,” you reply. chin moving up and down his shoulder as you speak. 

“...how many cups of water did you drink?” he asks. 

“...one. i drank a cup of water this morning...” 

he scoffs. “only one? i’m getting you a glass of water.” there goes the water police. he hoists you up with one arm so you don’t slide off and gets another cup of water, for you this time. “drink up and we’ll go cuddle.” 

you can’t say no, so you take the glass from his hand, drinks all of it, and hands the glass back to him. he sets the glass on the kitchen countertop. there’s a sudden urge to immediately wash the cups...but he decides against it. 

he pads across the kitchen, past the living room, twists open the bedroom door knob, closes the door, and sets you on the bed. he walks to the closet to change his clothes and you already miss his contact. 

“’omi, hurry hurry,” you say, kicking the blankets to it spread out. even under the blankets, goosebumps still covers your skin. 

sakusa turns his head around and stares at you for a moment while folding his clothes. he gently pats his clothes down, which is now a shirt and sweatpants, and crawls onto bed beside you. 

you lift the covers up as he slides inside. his leg brushes your feet and quickly pulls away. “your feet are so cold,” he complains, pulling the covers up on your chest. 

“it’s not my fault it’s freezing here,” you say defensively, purposely moving your foot to touch his leg. he scooches away from you. 

“there are socks for a reason.” 

“i forgot to wear them.” 

he sighs and scooches back closer to you. “turn to your side, i’ll spoon you.” 

you bite back a smile and happily turns to the side. immediately, sakusa arm wraps around your waist. “wait” 

he watches you as you turn back around, your face facing his chest now. “even better.” he uses one hand to cup the back of your head as the other props your knee on him. 

it doesn’t take long for the warmness to creep onto your skin. what a view. you use one finger to trace his collarbone. sakusa’s breathing is getting heavier and slower; his gaze on you feels as strong as ever. 

“...omi,” you softly say. 

“hm” 

“did you, by any chance, miss me?” 

he rolls his eyes. “you already know i did. but we’re here now, and that’s all that matters.” 

#sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #hq x reader #hq fics #hq imagines #haikyuu sakusa #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x ge #haikyuu drabbles #i'm touch starved :')