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andy-clutterbuck · 6 months
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6x07 | Heads Up
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kairiscorner · 8 months
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Could you do a spoiled!f! Reader and Miguel as her bodyguard? She has a boyfriend who's garbage but she's not used to anything healthy?
hello !!! oh damn, i really like this idea >:D I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS !!
(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)
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it's my job to care — bodyguard!miguel o'hara x spoiled!fem!reader
summary: he was a hardened man and knew how to get what he wanted out of people, but when it came to you, that was easier said than done. he does his best to protect you from anybody that'd pose as a threat to you, but when he caught you crying about your asshole of a boyfriend... he feels like he failed to protect you like he swore he'd do. word count: 1,011
author's note: man i wanna write more about this trope, TEEHEE !! might make more of this in future, or not, but we'll see.
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miguel looked at you through the rearview mirror and saw you gloomily staring at your phone, the glare coming from the screen illuminating your face and showing signs of you tearing up a little. "you might get car sick, don't go on your phone in a moving vehicle." he said as he shifted his gaze from you to the road. surprisingly, you followed him and put your phone away, then you leaned your head against the window and stared at the road and trees passing you by. miguel wasn't used to you not spitting out snarky comments at him or calling him an 'old man' when he was about your age.
miguel took in a breath and looked over at you again. "...did something happen?" he asked you in a softer voice as you shook your head and sighed. "just feeling shitty is all." you murmured as you lay down on the seats. miguel played some music for you, but you immediately groaned for him to turn it off. "what's wrong, you like it when i play that music for you." "i hate that artist." "not yesterday you didn't. you keep singing their songs all the time, wasn't it your boyfriend who–" "please. not another word about that... ugh." you muttered as miguel got the hint and stopped talking about him. miguel couldn't really take the silence as the car ride prolonged, it put him in an uneasy disposition. he sighed and pulled up at your favorite fast food place and parked the car in the parking lot. he got out of the car, and as you looked at him quizzically, he opened the door and extended his hand out to you. "you didn't seem like you liked the food at the party when i came in with you, figured you wanted to come here instead." he said as you took his hand and went inside with him.
you felt so out of place with the people in there, what with being at your boyfriend's party and dressing a little less modestly, but miguel was always a step ahead as always and gave you his blazer to cover you up. he buttoned it for you so nobody would see a thing. "sorry if it's too big." he apologized as you muttered a "don't worry about it". miguel asked you what you wanted, as you told him everything you wanted, he nodded and murmured, "i was right, it'd be the usual, huh." you were surprised he paid attention to what you liked and even offered you his blazer, you've never really had anybody else in your life do that for you before he did it for you.
before miguel ordered, he looked at you and quickly guided you to a vacant seat. "you don't have to stand and wait for me, it's fine." he said as he went back in line to order. as he came back, he sat across you and looked at you with a hint of worry in his eyes. "so... what's got you in a 'shitty' mood, princess?" he asked you without a hint of condescension or sarcasm, instead, his voice was filled with genuine curiosity and concern. you sighed as you debated with yourself whether or not to tell him what happened at the party when you insisted miguel could stay at the car. you fidgeted with your fingernails as you exhaled. "...my boyfriend didn't... keep his promise." you whispered, which miguel still heard loud and clear.
he folded his arms as he leaned closer towards you. "what was that promise?" he asked you as the food soon arrived. you sighed and slowly, as you ate, you began to open up to miguel about how your boyfriend promised to hang out with you more recently, but every time, he failed to do so, giving you the same stupid excuse and promise to make it up to you. but even at his own party, where you were the guest of honor, he couldn't even do that. but as you spoke, you found yourself complaining and ranting about how inadequate everything else about your boyfriend was, how he never showed excitement in anything you were proud of, how he keeps asking you why you can't be like the other girls he knows, why you keep seeing other guys and not him when he's trying to hang out with you more–he was awful.
miguel listened to you the whole time, never once butting in and offering an unnecessary opinion nor gaslighting you as to why you were so unsatisfied with your boyfriend. as the tears you were holding in started falling from your eyes, miguel hurriedly offered you a handkerchief from his pocket. "i'm so sorry to hear that, he's... a son of a bitch." he said as he looked at your eyes that were reddening and glistening. "he is..." you found yourself agreeing to him as miguel offered you his water. "i know i'm just a bystander here, but, don't feel compelled to stay with him if all he's been doing is hurting you." he said as he looked at you with kind eyes.
you looked at miguel from underneath your wet eyelashes, and you sobbed out a 'thank you' to him for, well, everything. before miguel could give you any 'you're welcome', he excused himself and went outside for a minute. he came back soon, though, with a small bouquet of roses in his hand. "for the prettiest, yet brattiest, princess i know. sorry today didn't go as expected, but i hope this might cheer you up, even just a little bit." he said with a quiet voice as he handed the bouquet to you. he had hoped the small gift he gave you was enough to make you feel at least a little bit happier, though little did he realize, he's shown you much more love than you've ever received from your boyfriend–or any partner–who's ever loved you, ever.
maybe he'll be the first one to ever treat you the way you deserve to be treated, maybe.
tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @jrrantss @fiannee @fictarian @yuridopted0 @ophanimgold
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suzukiblu · 6 months
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comfort w tim please? (i just want some fluff dkjshekdb 😂)
Well, this excerpt isn't Tim comfort, but hopefully counts for Tim fluff?
Context: pre-identity reveal/identity porn/idiots to lovers TimKon.
"Sounds like supervillain talk, dude," Kon says. Tim resolves to dial back on that at this point in his career. He's laying groundwork, yes, but subtlety is still the wiser course of action.
"You say that like you've never socialized with a supervillain before," he says dryly.
"Well, usually ones who wear a bit less," Kon replies, grinning wickedly at him.
"So you're telling me I should invest in a crop top before I try to take over the world and remake it in my own image?" Tim asks still more dryly as he raises an eyebrow at him with a little smirk, and Kon laughs and steps in a little closer, giving him a not very subtle up-and-down with his eyes.
"Only if you're trying to recruit me for your evil plans," he says, grin turning sharp. Tim wants to lick his teeth. "So I dunno, what are your feelings on Daisy Dukes?"
"I'm going to be honest, I'm not actually that much of an exhibitionist so at this point we're just describing my ideal costume updates for you," Tim informs him.
"Oh yeah?" Kon asks with another laugh even as he visibly preens at the suggestion. Tim is all for that, personally. Both the preening and the theoretical updates, in fact. And, a little more weirdly, just the idea of having anything to do with what Kon might ever decide to wear.
Yeah, that's probably a later thought, Tim decides. Like, a private-time kind of later thought.
"You're solar-powered, aren't you?" he says reasonably. "Showing a bit more skin can't hurt."
"I wonder if Superman would buy that excuse," Kon says musingly.
"Power Girl exists," Tim says still more reasonably. "And Supergirl wears a miniskirt, last I checked."
"Valid," Kon says, putting on a mock-thoughtful expression and tapping the side of his jaw. "Maybe I'll put in some cutouts and go for a lower neckline, tell the big guy he's making the rest of us look like prudes. What do you think, bikini or high-cut bottoms?"
"I don't know the difference," Tim lies, desperately trying not to overheat and die at that question and every single accompanying mental image that his useless brain has so helpfully decided to supply. "You'll have to provide examples."
"Will I now," Kon says, grinning all over again and pointedly cocking a hip. "What, pretty boy, you want a fashion show?"
"Well I did want to be a photographer when I was a kid," Tim says, although it was definitely never that kind of photography he had in mind. Kon laughs again and shifts in even closer, though, so it's worth it. Tim is mortified, but also undeniably into just . . . all of this, really, just everything about this conversation. Robin can't flirt with Superboy, but, well . . .
He's taking advantage a little, he can admit, but it's still just . . . nice.
He's wanted to flirt with Kon for way too long, at this point. Indulging in a little bit of it isn't the worst thing he could do.
And again, it's Kon, so it's not like it's serious or anything. The guy won't even remember this conversation tomorrow, much less anything about Tim Drake.
. . . admittedly that'd be counterproductive to Tim's long-term goals here, but still. He's willing to take his time on this. There's a plan. It has steps. Layers. Processes.
"I like you, man," Kon says with a wider grin, which is in absolutely no way whatsoever in the plan. "You're funny."
It occurs to Tim, almost disbelievingly, that he might've . . . made a good impression on Kon? Somehow?
Well that's weird.
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astyrial · 21 days
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the stars shine brightest spencer reid x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: spencer helps you after getting kidnapped word count: 770 warnings: cuts/blood masterlist | requests are open
    a solar blanket lays atop your shoulders, stars illuminating the sky. a pair of slippers are the only thing between your feet and the wet concrete street. you sit in the back of an ambulance, staring out at the sky above, one you questioned if you'd ever see it again. the ambulance's lights blare wildly; red and blue colors dancing around the street. your elbows rest against your knees, lungs taking in deep breaths.
  every breath sends a rush of pain through your torso, a shallow cut just above the rib cage. another cut above your eyebrow leaves encrusted blood running down your face. the situation doesn't stop you from admiring the stars, though. from the trees slowly swaying to the clouds parting just enough so you can see the beautiful full moon. the only other lights in the secluded forest can't even begin to compare to the natural lighting above.
  you close your eyes for a second, a dull headache encapsulating your forehead. as you sit there, you come to a sense of peace, despite knowing that today could've been your last. the lights in the mineshaft below the road still remaining in the forefront of your memory. the way a couple hanging glow sticks swung with the draft, barely giving you enough light to see your-
  "y/n? i just got a chance to step away, are you okay?"
  eyes slightly dull, you look up the familiar voice. spencer has a frown on his face, eyebrows furrowed as he finally meets your eyes. his gaze instantly softening when you notice the sour look crossing your face. "do you want me to sit with you?"
  "yeah, that'd be great," the coarseness of your voice only letting you speak those words. 
  spencer sits down next to you, hands resting on his knees. you can tell a part of him wants to reach out to you, wrap his arm around you. however, he can tell by the way your body stays huddled together that maybe that isn't what you need right now. maybe you just need him by you, to just listen to someone talk.
  he sits for a second, unsure of what to say. sure he's talked to unsub victims before, hell he's been an unsub victim multiple times. watching you, though, makes him unsure of how he ever consoled someone. especially because he imagines himself knowing you so well. to know the way you laugh, how you cry, how you treat others. he knows the smile on your face like it's the back of his hand. 
  but in a situation like this? he's vulnerable to hurting you in ways he could never consider. with a simple word he could send you crying, because of him. "we were all worried about you, i- well, i was worried about you mostly," spencer looks over at you, watching as you continue to stare up at the stars.
  you watch as the stars glisten, only turning your head to look at him when you hear how he felt. despite none of it being your fault, a twinge of guilt stings your wounds. to hear the worry in his voice as if he's experiencing it all over again sends a twitching frown to your lips, "i'm.. sorry."
  "you shouldn't be apologizing, y/n, it was never your fault," spencer's hand raises a little, moving towards you like he wants to cup your face between his hands, stare deeply into your eyes and tell you everything will alright.
  "y/n, none of this could ever be your fault," he brings his hands back down to his lap, playing with his thumbs.
  you bite your lip, turning to look back at the illuminating night sky. "can we... just sit here?" you question, your breathing just barely sending a pain through your right side.
  spencer nods, joining you in gazing up at the sky, the tenseness in his forehead slowly soothing itself out. it's beautiful, he knows, but there's a way your eyes shine like they never have as you stare out at the stars. like they're the most precious thing you've ever seen. if he could feel the pain you felt in only seeing those luminescent lights and wondering if they would be the last lights you would ever see, maybe he'd understand.
  but for now, he lets you lean on him, letting your head rest on his shoulder. truthfully, it's all he knows what to do in this situation. maybe that's just enough for one evening, just to have someone who you could lean on.
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hanasnx · 6 months
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Omg what is starlet reader was ewans daughter and Hayden used to babysit her when she was a kid
MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: i rly liked this concept :) feel free to ask me about it more! i think this was a good broad start to it WARNINGS: dead dove do not eat | age gap | dark content proceed with caution | there is absolutely no predatory acts mentioned, but because the situation is inherently predatory i'm tagging it | sexual content at the end | implied smut | no y/n
! ── "Yeah, no problem. We'll stay on site at my trailer, order a pizza. How hard could it be?" HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN assures Ewan, who frowns at him in response, clearly amused. "Alright, I'm going to pretend you didn't say that." he pats Hayden on the back as he exits, and when he gestures to you, he tells you a simple "Be good." Your complexion flushes when Hayden lays eyes on you. "You ready?"
! ── "I don't need a babysitter." you tell him as he picks up a slice of pizza from the box, the strings of cheese stretching thin until they break. You have a raging, hormonal and proximity induced crush on your dad's co-star. Not to mention he's a total babe, and so kind. Desperately, you want him to see you as independent, as cooler than you are. You think he's so grown up even though he's barely older than a legal adult. "Sure you don't. We're hanging out." he replies so easily that you almost believe him, even though he's only saying it to make you feel better.
! ── You've always been so standoffish with him. You found any excuse to be around him, but you'd jade yourself out of fear he'd find out your embarrassing feels for him. Often you'd fantasize about him confessing his love to you— but had no idea how problematic that'd be if he did. Now, you're inside his trailer, alone with him, and he's coaxing you out of your shell by making you play one of his video games. It smells like a boy's room in here. "Ugh! I'm no good at this!" you cry, throwing your hands down into your lap. Frustrated over your lack of progress, you've been going around in circles in this mission for what felt like hours. It exacerbated your already heightened stress levels around him. Would he think less of you for not doing well? "Wait a second, hold on," His voice is surprisingly soothing, muffled by the pizza crust stuck in between his molars like a cigar. You don't realize it's because he's resisting the urge to leave you here when he steps outside to smoke. He promised he'd keep an eye on you, so that's what he's doing. Besides, he doesn't wanna be a bad influence on you. He reaches over, and you relinquish the controller to him, his hand grazing yours in the process. "Let's see here..." Instead of paying attention to the screen, you stare at where the point of contact was. "There, see? You had it." he tells you, handing you back the controller after he'd gotten you past your obstacle.
! ── It would be several years before you'd see Hayden again, but you didn't forget him or his extraordinary kindness. He had a way with words, a way of making you feel heard and important. That doesn't change at all— he hasn't changed at all. Besides the way he looks at you now that you're all grown up, established in the world as your own person. Ewan thinks to reintroduce you to Hayden, but he didn't forget your name. Exclaiming it even as he pulls you into a polite embrace, relaying to you he hardly recognized you, that you look great, etc. Just like that, your raging crush is back. Like it never left.
! ── It picks at you until you act on it, until you confess to Hayden you've always had a thing for him. You're both older now, which means you're not so ashamed of yourself, but can look back on it as normal childhood feelings. You're thankful your fantasies were never answered until now. "A crush? On me?" he asks in entertained disbelief, gesturing to himself. "Yes! Obviously," you insist, "You were always so nice to me. Watching out for me when my dad was working later than he thought. How could I not? C'mon," "I'm not judging you," he assures, and he shrugs, "I just... didn't know is all." It's apparent he doesn't know what to do with this information. "Does that make you uncomfortable?" "Yes and no." "Why?" He meets your eyes. There's a tentativeness to his countenance, a debate behind his gaze over whether or not he should say his next words, if they're appropriate, if they'll be received well. "Because I've got a crush on you now."
! ── Going through your normal stages of adolescence, experiencing the journey of discovering your sexuality, exploring it as an adult with your own autonomy— there was always that inkling in the back of your mind reminding you of your lingering childhood crush on Hayden Christensen. How you've never felt anything for anyone as intensely as you did for him. Those buried feelings manifest when you finally allow them to roam, sweeping you up and away. He'd invited you to his trailer to catch up, and you end up on top of him.
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mebemilena · 2 months
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We fight and break up, we kiss and make up
A/N: i need more maya lopez x reader.  Saw someone saying they'd go a far as writing some themselves and i thought the same. Also, i'm a sucker for her fighting. And i really wish i'd come up with better titles, i'm usually good at it.
tittle from Hot n Cold by Katy Perry
pairing: Maya Lopez x Reader prompt: "there is only one bed" summary: Kingpin sent you to follow Maya until Tamaha. 
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Maya felt something was off. She spent the whole day feeling like someone was watching her but couldn't find any observers, thinking it could be a little bit of paranoid.
She went out for a walk by the lake and felt the soft breeze on her skin, closing her eyes for a minute or two. Her calm was interrupted by that sensation again, like someone was staring holes to her nape. 
Maya turned around but saw nothing suspicious, only the wind stroking the trees. She turned back on track and was startled to see you, your nose just a few inches from hers. She took a step back. "What the hell!", she signed. "What the fuck are you doing here?", her expression was a mix of rage and frustration, you couldn't decide.
It all started too quickly. You found yourself throwing punches at each other, as far as you almost falling on the river. Maya kicked your ribs and pushed you on a tree, making you wince in pain.  You jumped on her, your legs too fast for her to follow and you kept going like you were dancing all around each other, not really trying to hurt each other anymore, just contain the rage on both of you.
But then she held your leg up after you tried to kick her sides and threw on the ground again. You laid there, eyes closed while catching your breath.
Maya made a face at you and left, walking to the house. You followed her and grabbed her wrist.  "I'm here to take you home, Maya! Fisk sent me.", you explained like it wasn't obvious.
Fisk knew the effect you had on Maya, she had a sweet tooth for you. If there was anyone who could make her do anything just by asking nicely, that'd be you. That's why she hadn't said goodbye when she left New York, she knew if you had asked her to stay she'd consider it.
You stood there just looking at her for a moment, taking in her image. "I'm not gonna ask you to come back. I just wanted to see if you're okay.", you told her.
Maya seemed to contemplate. She liked you, that much was true, but she didn't know on which side you'd stand and, before she could ask, you claryfied. 
"I'm with you, Maya. Always.", you were sincere, she knew.
Maya took you to her house as if she didn't know you had already looked the place over. "We're not gonna play a cat and mouse game.", she signed. "You stay the night and leave by morning, no breakfast included.".
You sighed heavily but agreed, confident you could convince her to at least have a meal with you, to chat and maybe something more. 
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"There's only one bed.", Maya calmly signed to you, arching an eyebrow when you threw yourself on her bed. You looked around, then faced her. "Where will you sleep?", you joked. 
"Funny.", she replied, getting herself ready to wash and brush her teeth.
Maya watched you walk around the bedroom, gathering your toothbrush and a pair of clothes. She had gone through her night routine herself and was ready to take some well deserved rest, but you were not sleepy and that'd be a problem.
 You left the toilet wearing shorts and a clean oversized Pantera shirt, feeling her eyes on you as Maya followed your moves. You stretched your arms above your head and settled right next to her in bed, facing her with a dreamy smile.
 "This is not a honeymoon.", Maya told you, but you just smiled wilder.
"Understand?", she insisted, facing away from you for a second before turning back and laying her head on the same pillow, her eyes on you again as if she tried to read your mind.
"I missed you.", you signed. "I wanted to text you but i was hurt that you left.", you explained, your heart on your sleeve as usual, but just for her.
Maya waited until you finished. "I won't apologize. I did what i had to", she told you.
"Of course.", you finished.
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The cold air entered the bedroom through the opened window. You tossed in the sheets, realizing you were totally uncovered.
You looked around just to see Maya very well asleep, the blanket all around her like a burrito, her back facing you. You rolled your eyes before hugging her from behind, tapping on her shoulder and humming your lips to her nape. That was almost an inside joke of you two, a code for "cuddle me".
She woke up but moved just enough for you to have a piece of the blanket too. You took your chance to hug her again, feeling the warmth of her skin. Your hand stopped by her hips and she turned around, looking into your eyes for the hundredth time now. 
Maya kissed you on the lips. Softly. She tossed a bit and hugged you, her head under your chin. She kissed your throat and you smiled, your arms around her and your legs tangled.  
You fell asleep planning to surprise her with some eggs and bacon by the morning.
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shiro-00s · 9 months
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heaven on earth
33. unwanted encounters .. ✮
[ genshin impact smau / idol!xiao x fem!reader ]
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Loud steps echoed in the vacant hallway of the hospital. Anger and humiliation etched themselves on the man's face as your mother attempts to reason with him. And fails.
"Honey, come on, she was just trying her best for us!" Your mother's desperate voice filled the silence that hung heavily in the air. She always sought to be on the good side of everyone, perhaps that's why she struggled when it came to her husband and you.
Her pleas went into one side of the ear and left out the other it seems, when the door of the hospital room was burst open by the bane of the male species—your father.
However, you remained unconscious, and the one that has to greet him is the one person you wish would have never met your father, Xiao.
Golden eyes widen at the sudden intrusion into the private room, brows furrowing at the sight of unfamiliar people. He could instantly tell they weren't staff, nor your friends so who were these people?
Your mother was the first to speak. "I'm sorry, who are you? What are you doing here?" Xiao was relieved that the unknown woman’s voice carried a soft tone, at least it suggests that you're not in danger. His eyes were still unwavering though, piercing into the only potential threat in the room, the man who barged into the room with a face that looked so upset you could see steam coming out of it.
"No, who are you?", is the cold reply that Xiao offered without much thinking. He didn't feel like revealing his name or whatever information to some stranger.
Your mother gulped at the cold tone, mustering up a breath before explaining herself.
"I'm [Name]'s mom, so who are you?"
Oh. No wonder she looked familiar.. how did I not catch that?
Before Xiao had a chance to explain himself, your so-called father interrupted, "You're from that famous band right? I knew I saw your face somewhere."
Grimacing at the realization that your father knew who he was, Xiao’s mind scrambled to conjure up explanations for why he was in this room, with their daughter. He couldn't tell them that he went into the wrong room; that'd be an obvious lie considering his earlier actions. A subtle nod was what Xiao settled with, not bothering to elaborate on the reasoning behind his presence to your father.
Unfazed by his celebrity status, your mother insisted, "It doesn't matter, dear! What are you doing in this room?" Half-screaming at your dad for the idiotic priorities he seemed to have.
Gulping, Xiao eventually spoke in a monotone voice, "I live next door and saw her passed out." In the corner of golden eyes, Xiao detected a slight movement—a barely noticeable flicker of amusement that quickly dissipated from your father’s eyebrows.
“Oh? Well, aren't you so kind as to send my daughter to the hospital for me?” The man’s lips curved into a smile so fake that even a toddler could see through it. The idol sensed a range of emotions flickering in your father’s eyes—amusement, curiosity, cruelty. “But I’d be worrying about you being seen with [Name] exposed to the public y’know..”
The sound of your father's voice filled the silent room, tension rising with each passing second, thick enough to be sliced with a knife. Xiao concluded that the words your father uttered were as absurd as he expected they would be. Here he was, worrying about someone else while their daughter lay in the bed right before his eyes. Some father he was. In an attempt to insult your father backhandedly while avoiding showing them the closeness between the two of you - as he concluded that it’d make it worse - Xiao pondered, “Nice of you to worry about me but I’m not the one you should be concerned about, don’t you think?”
Childe pisses people off by just breathing.
If I were to mimic his personality, it’ll piss that thing off.
Upon hearing Xiao’s words, your father grimaced, clearly disliking the idea of appearing bad in front of a soon-to-be one of the most successful idols. However, one thing about your father was that he hated losing anything, even if it was just a minor argument, which he concluded this entire situation to be.
“Sure. But isn’t it a little strange how considerate you are towards my daughter? What? Got a crush on her or something?” A snicker escaped through those disgusting lips that could never seem to shut up. The corners of his lips curled up further as he noticed Xiao's body tense. Never would he have imagined that someone like you would have gotten so close to an idol. Perhaps he could use this to his advantage. Could he manipulate the idol into hating you as well?
With a feigned sigh that seemed longer than intended, the man readied himself to reveal to your little friend a little bit of the past you so hated.
“You shouldn’t.” your father’s lips dropped slightly, an attempt to look sad for the idol he was trying to deceive. “She’s someone who plays with others’ feelings, you know? Maybe that’s why she didn’t tell you about the bad blood she had with the whole school.”
A laugh almost escaped from those deceiving lips as your father tried to stifle it as much as he could. It was so genuinely funny how quickly people could lose trust in you. Judging by Xiao’s widened eyes, he appeared intrigued by the information your father had presented. However, the subtle, pleased smile on your father’s lips vanished as he noticed Xiao’s furrowing brows and his stance, lean body leaning back as he crossed his arms. One side of his face had an eyebrow tugged upwards, showing distrust.
Desperation quickly overcame your father, failure was something he could never accept, it seems. That same principle that was forced over you since birth. “There were so many rumors about her in school, I couldn’t even keep count of it! From what I heard, she used to flirt with people she doesn’t even like,” with the volume that he was speaking, people from outside the room could faintly hear it. A wavering smile formed on your father’s lips as he tried to figure out whether Xiao would believe him or not. Your mother winced at the words spoken by the man she once swore to love, her face displaying a pained expression as she witnessed the true side of her husband.
Xiao looked taken aback, blinking softly for a moment before a furrow of his brows took its place in expressing his stress. As much as he would never trust this man over you, the words your father uttered had him questioning and overthinking your relationship. Before he had the chance to reply, a ginger had slammed open the door.
“Why don’t you try being a good father instead of trying to rid her of her friends?” Harsh words being blatantly thrown at your father by an extremely successful and famous person was not how your father wanted his time in your hospital room to be, much less get insulted for the way he treated you. Only when he was about to spew some more lies, the ginger spoke again, this time with a cheerful tone.
“I’m gonna borrow Xiao while you do your thing, m’kay? Xiao, we gotta goo!”
With that, Childe practically dragged Xiao away from the side of your hospital bed where he had been standing. The flutter of your eyelids caught your mother's attention. As the sound of the door clicking echoed in the room, your fists clenched by your side.
Nudging the man beside her with her elbow, your mother wore an ashamed expression, trying to avoid making eye contact with your figure, which was now slowly beginning to stir. Your father raised an eyebrow at your mother’s action before turning his gaze to you, a shiver running down his spine.
Before him was you, sitting up on your hospital bed, your face brimming with rage and anger that you struggled to contain.
“What the fuck did you do?”
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heaven on earth - 33. unwanted encounters
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synopsis ; 🗝️ — in which you befriend your next door neighbour who, unbeknownst to you, was apart of a soon-to-be one of the most popular bands throughout liyue. you're unable to tell if cupid was helping you or not when things with xiao keept going up and down. will he continue to keep his secret from yours truly?
NOTES — back ‼️‼️ sorry to keep u guys waiting, studies are a pain in my ass and my time management skills are as u can tell, very ass. but now that the writing part is over, texting part is a lot faster so you can expect a new chapter out tmr maybe
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lady-jane3 · 6 months
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PLZ FOR HALLOWEEN PROMPTS NUMBER 5 WITH TERZO WHERE HE'S GHOST FACE THAT'D BE SO HOTTTT
꧁ ghostface ꧂
pairing: terzo x reader
warnings: suggestive & a fake knife is involved
a/n: tbh I have never seen the scream movies so I'm sorry if anything is terribly inaccurate
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“Please, amo- it- gent- you- t- hurry!” Terzo’s voice rushed through the phone, breaking up every few syllables so I couldn’t make very much out of his plea.
I rushed out of my office and ran towards his, figuring that the call had come from there. It was just down the hall and I hadn't heard anything strange all day, my alarm rising with every quiet step I took in the direction of his office. As I took a breath then slammed his office door wide open, I walked in carefully and copied the movement of all the characters I’d seen in crime shows when they had to check rooms for anyone suspicious. 
The room was dark. Papers were spread over the side of the desk Terzo sat at. His desk chair was turned back, the way it looked whenever he got up to do something. The phone lay sideways in the middle of his desk, off the receiver while the cut-off tone hummed through it. I looked around, only seeing how dark the room was and that nothing really seemed… wrong. There was no sign of a struggle, and no sign of Terzo himself. 
“Uh, Terzo, are you here? Terzo!” I called, looking around and hoping some sign of life would pop up.
As I started to investigate the rest of the room, a creaking noise instantly drew my attention. The chair had spun back around. Someone was sitting in it. Someone with a ghostface mask. Someone cloaked in black. Someone with a knife in their hand. My breaths started to grow rushed and I took a careful step backward. The person rose up from the seat and I didn’t waste another second standing there. I pivoted around and sprinted as fast as I could away from the office. 
My footsteps were pounding into the floor as hard as my heart was beating against my sternum. Ghostface was chasing me down the hall from the small flash of a glimpse I got behind my shoulder before I took a turn around the corner. I sputtered around the sharp corner, my legs not quite stable over the freshly-polished floor and slipping lightly. But I was determined to keep running and managed to get back on track, albeit a little slower.
Ghostface was still chasing after me with the knife in his concealed hand, the blade shining in the dim light of the vacant hallways. I screamed as I saw him gaining on me. My feet were going so fast that I wasn’t even thinking of where I was going, though, and I ended up in a dead end part of the Ministry’s upper-level balconies. My only option was to try skirting past Ghostface or to find some way of climbing down. There was no way down and Ghostface was getting closer, which solidified the first option as the only one. 
I took a breath before trying to make myself sprint as fast as I could possibly go, hoping that I would be just fast enough that Ghostface wouldn’t be able to catch me. A drop of relief washed through my tense body when I managed to slip past him. Only for it to be completely ruined at the feeling of a strong grip pulling me backwards. Ghostface tugged me back and shoved me into the wall, crowding me against it with his own body. But he didn’t bring the knife up to my throat or strike me in any other way.
He only brought a hand to the stretchy black fabric covering his neck and pulled it up. I winced and turned my head away, thinking the worst was about to come. Until everything was too still for a few moments too long. I didn’t trust what was going on, but it was clear that this wouldn't continue until I looked at whoever it was under the mask. 
As that question was answered, I didn’t know whether I was holding my arms back from lightly smacking him for all this trouble or if I wanted to burst out laughing. Strands of silky black hair were a mess around his face and up in the mask. Black and white paint smeared all out of place over his grinning face, his mismatched eyes glimmering with mirth. I tried to keep a scolding look on my face but couldn’t help but let a smile come through.
“Terzo!” I whined. “You actually freaked me out, why would you do that!!!!”
“Exactly for that point, amore. To get your blood pumping, your heart racing, all your senses to feel alive at the chase!” He exclaimed. “Now will you play nice victim to my serial killer?”
“You have to chase me back to your room first.” I bartered.
“Oh, I like the way you are thinking. I push you over the bed instead of into the wall, it is a very good plan. Now, ready?”
I nodded, watching him put the mask back down into place.
Terzo let go of me and stepped back, “Three… two…”
I took off before he could finish the countdown and he cursed before chasing after me again, my heart racing still but for a much better reason now that I knew it was just a game.
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meeting again, mistletoe and some other stuff
neige x gn!reader
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you have to wonder how in the world ambrose the 63rd managed to convince dire crowley of all people to agree to a joint christmas party between rsa and nrc. ambrose must've provoked crowley in some way. it's the only explanation you can think of.
and now, after several hours of everyone "trying" to get along with one another, you're stuck wandering through the deserted halls of rsa— lost because you were too nervous to ask anyone where the restroom was.
as you quietly marvel at the interior of the castle-like school and how ethereal it looks reflecting the night sky, you hear a pair of footsteps walking towards you.
your first instinct is to hide. you've been alone in the walls of nrc before and it has never ended well— whether it be ghosts, a group of students wanting to gang up on the only person with no magical ability or something else.
but before you could search for somewhere to lay low until said person disappears, their gentle voice calls out to you.
''umm... hello?''
....you'd recognise that voice anywhere, especially after what happened at vdc. so you turn around and sure enough, it's the one and only neige leblanche.
you figure it'd be way too awkward to just- walk away after he saw you, so you take several steps forward and close the distance.
''err- hey...?'' you say, nervously scratching the back of your head.
luckily, the person in front of you seems better at social interaction than you are and gives you a soft smile, ''are you lost? the main hall is a bit far from here.''
''yeah, actually..'' you chuckle, slightly embarrassed. ''i was looking for the restroom.''
''oh! well, i can walk you there if you want,'' he says, hands behind his back as he looks up at you with the warmest brown eyes you've ever seen.
''thanks. that'd be really helpful,'' you're grateful that it was neige who found you and not someone from your school. you've grown a pretty tough skin since coming to twisted wonderland but you don't think you can handle any sarcastic comments tonight.
he gives you another one of his charming grins—one that you're sure some of his fans would go crazy for— and starts leading the way.
''soo... what were you doing before you saw me?'' you ask in a desperate attempt to start small talk.
''i just wanted to get some fresh air. your name's yuu, right? you were vil's manager during vdc,''.
''yep,'' kind of surprised he remembers.
''you know, i was really shocked when headmage ambrose announced that we would be having a joint christmas party with night raven college. i don't think our schools have gotten together other than to compete,''
...the rest of the walk is filled with neige's voice. you don't particularly mind. it's not like you have anything interesting to say anyway.
before you know it, you're in front of the restroom... which was only a couple ways down from the main hall. before you could give your thanks, you're interrupted.
''i'm sorry! this whole time i've been rambling and i didn't give you a chance to talk!'' a look of disappointment washes over his face and eyes drooping in sadness. he looked like a kicked puppy— it's no wonder he's so popular.
''it's fine, really. i don't mind— i'm pretty used to it,'' you say in hopes of cheering him up a little.
you don't think you made much of a difference, but he smiles anyway.
''well.. you're really easy to talk to,'' you can tell he's still giving himself some sort of scolding and you try to look for a way to take his mind off of it. it's not like you aren't used to not getting your word in. besides, he's one of the nicer ones.
''look, mistletoe,'' you say before you think of the repercussions.
''o-oh! erm...'' all traces of disappointment is completely gone, instead replaced with flushed cheeks and a look of shock and embarrassment. ''would you like to...?''
''we don't have to if you're uncomfortable,'' you silently chastise yourself in your head. you could've talked about anything and you chose mistletoe?? at least he doesn't look like he's wallowing in his own self-hate anymore.
there're a few seconds of awkward silence— neige looking embarrassed (and very cute, you think) as you wonder what you should do.
then suddenly, the bashful look turns into one of determination (with cheeks still red) and before anything else could register in your shrimp brain— you feel neige's soft lips on your cheek.
you stand there looking dumbfounded as neige quickly retreats.
''umm.. ihavetogonow, ihopeyouhaveanicenightgoodbye!''
...............................
it's only been a week or so since the party, but neige feels like it's been months. ever since he kissed you under the mistletoe, you haven't left his mind.
and great seven, it's so incredibly cliche— you meet a stranger at a party, you talk like you've known each other for years (though it wasn't much of a conversation) and then the two of you share a kiss under the mistletoe. sparks are flying, the stars are twinkling ever so brightly just for you and him and everything feels just right.
and he's always loved cliche. he's always loved cheesy and romantic, the type that would make some gag and others swoon.
and you must've felt it too, right? like every choice led up to you meeting him? like both of you were puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly.
but he was so stupid. he ran away before even knowing your name or asking you out.
but it doesn't matter. he did a bit of digging texting vil and found out you were the prefect of ramshackle dorm! so now he's on your doorstep with the loveliest flowers he could find and some chocolate (he prays you aren't allergic).
he takes a deep breath to calm his nerves, rings the doorbell and patiently waits for you to answer. even though he prepared for this, he can't help but be nervous. and it only worsens when he sees you again.
...he really hopes you know how pretty you are. just the sight of you makes his heart skip a beat.
''neige?'' his thoughts are interrupted and he has to scramble to think of what to say.
''h-hi, yuu! how are you?''
''i'm doing good, is... everything alright?''
''everything's great!'' he gulps before he continues— fear welling up inside him. he has to do this now before he even thinks about backing out.
''well, i actually wanted to ask you something...'' holding the bouquet tighter than necessary, he asks. ''would you.. like to go on a date? with me?''
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infinitesimal-dna · 3 months
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The Giving Season
It was the annual gift exchange for the friend group, but something was up. Janus could tell.
And no, it didn't have to do with his feelings towards the other two in the room, that'd be ridiculous.
What was going down this holiday season?
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(Not currently posted but I'll edit it when Ao3 comes back online)
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Tw: Mention of sex (just Remus being Remus, not graphic whatsoever)
Ships: Intruloceit, background Prinxiety
Word Count: 3,456
Notes: This is my gift in the @sanderssidesgiftxchange for @edupunkn00b! I had a super fun time making it, and I really hope you enjoy <3
Also, all the love to my beta, @quillienvii. They were with me through every step of this journey, and I cannot be more thankful for them
Without further ado, fic under the cut!
The get-together was meant to start 20 minutes ago, which meant everything was going according to plan. 
Currently, the only ones present were Logan, Janus, and Remus. Logan had been there at exactly noon, Janus dragging Remus through the door a few minutes later. The gathering was taking place at Patton’s, so he should be here currently, but he had gone out to pick up Roman after he apparently had been having issues with his car. Since Roman had also intended to pick Virgil up and bring him to the festivities, that meant they were also short one emo until Patton made his way back with the other two in tow. 
Either way, Janus was getting impatient. That also meant if he was starting to feel impatient, Remus was practically jumping from anticipation already. Logan was probably doing fine, he always plotted extra time in their hangouts for the purposes of one or more of them being late. And he was always less uptight around the holidays.
Janus really enjoyed the season for that reason.
That, and how Remus would share the same facts every year without fail. Like right now.
“Did you guys know that in Belgium, Santa has a cannibal manservant slave that eats the bad children for him instead of just giving them coal?”
“Oh good, Remus is already starting the facts. I can cross that one off my bingo card.”  Janus hadn’t actually made a bingo card, but it was certainly an idea for next year.
“Shame. I had his fact about people breaking into noble’s houses while caroling on my own.” Logan’s comment was accompanied by a look sent his way, just a hint of a smile there, one that made his own face attempt to betray him and give a genuine smile back. He was able to work it down to a smirk, and thankfully Logan didn’t seem to notice. 
“If you guys are gonna keep teaming up on me, I’m just gonna go outside and strip in the snow.”
“No! I mean,” Logan took his glasses off, wiping them on the edge of his shirt before replacing them on his nose. “We can desist, Remus. There’s no need for our gathering to end up taking place in a police station holding cell.”
“Well, we gotta find something to do. Everyone else is taking so long, and I don’t know why.”
“If I recall, Roman is late because his car tire was punctured.” Janus punctuated his own addition to the conversation with a sip from his eggnog. “Weren’t you just saying to me yesterday that you punctured his wheel before you left for my place? And that’s why you needed to stay the night, to lay low until he calmed down?”
“I bought him a new pair of wheels for Christmas! It’s not like he didn’t need them, the old ones were losing their traction. I just…”
“Forgot he would need the car to get here for you to give him his gift?” The judgment was palpable in Logan’s voice, and Janus would be lying if he said he didn’t get some enjoyment out of it. How did he manage to fall for both the smartest and dumbest members of their group?
Not that either of the party’s present currently knew of his feelings. No, there was no need for that. His little crushes would pass soon enough, and the group dynamic would go back to normal. One couple in their friend group was already enough, and polyamory was complicated. Both Logan and Remus did tend to want to keep things rather simplistic, in their own ways. It was better if they stayed separate.
“Janie, back me up here!” The nasally call of Remus pulled him out of his thoughts, but he was quick to recover. 
“I wasn’t listening, and I’m sure you’re wrong anyway.” 
Remus huffed, jumping back to curl up on the couch, legs pulled up and arms crossed against his chest. “I get no respect around here.”
“You would be upset if either of us ever claimed to respect you unconditionally.” Logan’s claim seemed to bring Remus right back out of his pretend pouty episode, as he was shooting up from the couch a second later. 
“You’re right there, Nerdy Wolverine! Now come on, surely, we don’t have to wait for the others. We can just, start, you know? I’m sure no one’s thaaaaat interested in what we all got each other, I know Roman just cares about Virgil’s reaction to whatever he got him.”
Janus rolled his eyes, all too happy to let Logan take this one. It was always a team effort in managing their friend.
“I… suppose there’s not too much of an issue with that. So long as everyone here acquiesced and we got confirmation from the other’s before opening anything.”
See, now Janus was puzzled. Logan, willingly going against the schedule, agreeing with Remus in one of his ideas? And not just in some theoretical debate the two commonly had over body decomposition and the like. No, this was just going along with one of Remus’ tamer ideas. What was Logan up to?
“Perfect! I’ll text Robro and let him know.” Remus was typing and practically had the text typed before Logan could even remind him to ask, not tell. Well, this was the chaos Janus had signed up for when he hadn’t fallen for one moron and one genius who was always a little too indulgent. 
It didn’t take long for the three of them to get settled around the living area, their usual spots working well. Logan was on the far right of the couch, Remus leaning against that same arm, and Janus in the armchair closest to Logan’s seat. The other half of the couch and the loveseat were left empty, but the space felt filled enough, especially with the presents located next to each person. Plenty more were still in their place beneath the tree, but these were the only important ones right now.
“Well, I propose Remus starts, as I’m surprised he even managed to go this long without blurting out what he got each of us.” Logan’s suggestion was probably smart. The ratman was already bouncing on his heels, his body rocking back and forth as small giggles emerged from his crooked smile. The fact that his mouth was still shut was astounding. 
“Oh goody!” Within seconds, Janus had a larger wrapped box in his lap, and a quick glance told him Logan had received a similar package, albeit with different wrapping. Logan’s had little test tubes, although there did seem to be some hand-drawn explosions surrounding the chemistry equipment. Janus’ own paper had snakes all over it, but the one right next to the tag had a hat very similar to Janus’ own drawn atop its head. 
He would have to open this carefully to keep from ripping that particular scrap of paper. It definitely wouldn’t be making its way into his secret scrapbook collection that none of the others knew about.
“Open ‘em, open ‘em!” Janus didn’t fight the smile so much this time, if only because his gaze was down towards his gift. And… oh. 
“Remus, what is this?” The paper wasn’t fully removed, but he had peeled the edge enough to get a glimpse and he wasn’t sure about what he saw. At least, he shouldn’t be seeing this, if his previous statement was correct.
“I found your hidden scrapbook supplies! I didn’t look through any of the albums you’ve made, but I figured you could always use more stuff. Plus, it didn’t like you had a pair of crafting scissors in there, and those things are crazy sharp and good for stabbing things. I figured you could use a pair.”
“But how did you—”
“Jan, I’ve stayed the night at your house how many times? Me digging through your cabinets had to be something you expected.” 
Well, it definitely wasn’t out of character, but still. He was known among all of them as being the best with secrets. For Remus to know… 
“I suppose it isn’t the worst thing in the world.” Janus’ words triggered a small stim noise from Remus, the smallest sound before he rounded onto Logan, fully turning around and almost hitting the coffee table in his effort to face the other.
“And Logan? Whatcha think?”
Logan’s gift was smaller from what Janus could see, but that wasn’t much from the way it was carefully cupped in the nerd’s hands. 
“Is this a tie pin?”
“Yup! I figured you could use a new one, your old one was starting to rust a little bit.”
“And it’s shaped like a tiny tie.”
“Uh huh! That way you can be a nerd squared. Double ties!”
It was silent for a minute, Janus holding back his own comments as he examined Logan’s face. His own opinion on the quality of the gift was inconsequential until Logan’s reaction could be judged. And he had always been hard to read. 
The next noise to fill the space was a small chuckle, the volume of which slowly rose as Logan lifted his head. “It is an adequate gift, Remus. Thank you.”
“Aw, no problem! All I ask for in return is that my own gift is a pet squid.”
“You do not have the space at your and Roman’s townhouse to accommodate such an animal.”
“Life finds a way.”
“No, we are not having another discussion on Jurassic Park, at least not while I’m the only one who has to suffer through it.” Janus took a moment to mourn the fact that his eggnog cup was empty, and that the alcohol content was not nearly as high as he would appreciate. 
It was only 12:30 but it was never too early to be drinking if Remus and Logan were discussing their theories again. 
“Well then, I suppose it’s your turn to pass out gifts?” Again, Janus was left off-put by Logan’s contribution. He normally insisted (or at least suggested) they go clockwise when moving around the circle for their gift exchange; here he was suggesting the opposite. Still, Janus would avoid voicing his notice of the suspicious behavior until after the gift exchange, hopefully when Remus was being distracted bothering someone else.
There was little fanfare to the way Janus took the gifts from his side, passing Logan his while throwing Remus’ down towards him, fairly certain he would catch it. They were both decent in size, but nothing so over-the-top as to arouse suspicion. Just normal gifts for normal friends that mean nothing more in hidden messages.
“Janus, this is very kind. I hadn’t even had time to think about purchasing them myself.” In his hand were the discs for the Ace Attorney trilogy. The two of them had a conversation, months ago now, about the games and the fascinating introspective look into the Japanese court system they provided. When Logan had admitted to never actually playing the games himself, simply watching video essays about them online, Janus had been quick to suggest they could go through them together one day. In all seriousness the comment hadn’t been something he intended to come back to, but as the holiday season rolled around, he found himself compelled. It was a fun experience that incorporated learning new information, all of which was right up Logan’s alley. And if he happened to be allowed to watch and use it as an excuse to spend more time around the other, then that was nobody’s business but his own. 
“Oh Jannie, you shouldn’t have!” Remus, coincidentally, had also been given something video game related. His old DDR mat had been torn to all hell—Janus was pretty sure Remus had been stepping on live wires the last time the two had played. So, a new mat.
“I definitely didn’t make it slip-proof either so it would be sturdier and last longer.” 
“Oh, Roman’s gonna kill you for this one.” It was true, Roman hated their DDR sessions. 
“Not my fault he’s not great at the game. He really needs to stop being a sore loser every time he fails a level we can both full combo with ease.”
“To be fair, you both are able to full combo level 15’s on that game.”
“Oh, I actually got my first full combo on a level 16 the other day!” Remus spoke with such an enthused grin, and Janus allowed himself a smile as well. It had taken nearly 30 minutes of trying the same song over and over before Remus had gotten it, with Janus sitting on the sideline for moral support after the first attempt or two. He had been so happy when he succeeded.
“Well, hopefully this helps you even more, I can’t wait to see your brother’s face when you really start showing him up.” Of course, Janus had nothing but good will towards his other friend, but right now the grin on Remus’ face was just a tad more important. He wasn’t around to hear, anyway.
“Oh, he’s gonna be—”
The rest of Remus’ statement was cut off by a loud thud, attracting all of their attention yet only making Logan jump. 
“What in the world was—”
“Ah, it seems it’s my turn to deliver your gifts.” Logan straightened his tie as he readjusted in his seat, and Janus could have sworn he heard him say “although they could’ve just texted” under his breath.
It seemed Janus wouldn’t be waiting to ask about his suspicious behavior, then. “Logan, what are you up to?”
“And what was the thud?” Remus chimed in.
“Please, just indulge me a moment longer.” He was quick to pass Remus and Janus small packages then, identical in their traditional Christmas blue and silver wrapping from what he could tell. “Go ahead, open them.”
Janus cast a glance in Remus’ direction, not entirely surprised to see him shrug and then move to open his gift, spurring himself to do the same. If his theory was right, whatever he and Remus had was the same thing, and he’d rather not have his gift spoiled because he was watching someone else.
He wasn’t as careful with the paper this time, wrapping it a bit recklessly and pulling the box from beneath. It looked like a box one would use to hold a gift card, but pulling off the lid revealed no such thing. Instead, the words “look outside” were neatly written in Logan’s compact handwriting. 
There was a moment of eye contact between Janus and Remus before the latter raced to the window the sound had come from earlier. Janus wasn’t too far behind, if more civilized in his refusal to hop over the couch. 
The curtains were pulled back quickly, and very prominently, there was a message splayed out on the lawn, pressed into the fallen snow and definitely large enough for them both to read.
‘Will you both go out with me?’
“I… apologize for the untraditional nature of my gift, if one can even call it that, but I thought this would be the best way for me to ask.”
The attention was back on Logan before he even finished talking, Janus’ face for once not hiding any of his expression, his jaw open and eyes wide in surprise. He…?
“Both of us?” Remus normally had a nasally tone when he spoke, but this wasn’t that. No, there was a tremor in his voice, the same one Janus was sure he would have if he tried to speak right now. 
“Yes. I’ve come to develop feelings for both of you, and if I recall properly, you have both expressed that you’re okay with polyamory in the past.”
“That wasn’t your answer, though.” Janus felt the words leave his throat, no accusatory tone behind them. Not really any tone behind them. He was just speaking.
“Not at the time. I didn’t believe polyamory was for me, until I started to develop feelings for both of you. I came to realize that in dating only one of you, it would feel incomplete without the other. When it comes to—ugh—feelings, we all know I’m hardly a master on the subject. But I know what I feel for each of you, and I would like to know if this is something you’d be inclined to explore further.”
“And I thought hiding my feelings was the best answer.”
That came from Remus, somehow. Not himself. Huh.
“Have we all been harboring secret feelings for one another and just not said anything this whole time?”
“Well, I was kinda obvious. I did suggest having sex to both of you multiple times.”
“And we took you very seriously in that offer, Remus, truly.”
“As for myself, I only realized my feelings in their entirety a month or so ago,” Logan said. “Then, I started planning this, so I wasn’t hiding my own, per say.”
“Well then Jannie, what’s your excuse?” Remus was leaning against his shoulder when he asked, face inches away from his own. Just the kind of pressure he needed at that moment.
“Some things are better kept in secret until the time is right.”
“And for you that ‘right time’ would’ve been never. Right, Logan, I think it’s clear enough we both return your feelings and wanna go for polyamory. We can work out all the juicy stuff later.” 
“That is acceptable to me. Janus?” 
Both sets of eyes were now on him, Remus looking with a mischievous grin and Logan, a soft and hopeful smile. 
He nodded.
Remus whooped, and Logan breathed a sigh of relief. “You have no idea how hard it was coordinating with the other three to make this happen.”
“Wait, they were in on it?” He was so glad Remus had backed up before he spoke, because that yell was loud.
“Of course, I needed someone to make the sign while I kept you distracted inside. They’re out there right now waiting for me to text them about your answers. Speaking of which…” Logan was quick to pull his phone out, presumably sending the aforementioned text. 
“But how were you planning to get them all here late? It’s Patton’s house, and you couldn’t have known Remus would puncture Roman’s tire.”
“It was for his gift!”
“Yes, well, the original plan was for Roman to just fake having car troubles, requiring Paton to go and pick him up.” As he spoke, Logan adjusted his glasses, the pretty pink that had been coloring his cheeks finally dulling a bit. Shame. “Remus’ pranks just added another level of realism to the whole thing, if annoying Roman in the process. I do find it humorous that he unknowingly contributed to a plan he wasn’t even aware of.”
“I’m right here, you know!”
“Well, we can never be sure what that one will do,” Janus said with a smirk, all too agreeable with continuing the bit.
“You guys are so rude. I deserve cuddles and kisses for this behavior.” The pout on Remus’ face was absolutely adorable.
“I’m afraid we’ll have to hold off on that for now,” Logan said, and Janus noticed he was checking a text on his phone. “It appears our presence is being requested outside as ‘Roman really wants to hit Remus upside the head with a snowball as payback.’”
“Oh, he really thinks he can win a snowball fight? I have a whole harem on my side.”
“Debatable,” Janus chimed in, making his way towards the staircase so he could get to the first floor and into the inevitable snow day they were all about to have.
“The us being a harem thing or you guys being on my side?”
“Both,” answered Logan, and Janus felt he could kiss him right there.
“Hey!”
They made their way outside after only one attempt from Remus to steal Janus’ coat, quickly being enveloped in hugs and congratulations from Patton. Roman and Virgil, it seemed, would be sending their congratulations over later, as they were currently hidden behind a snow wall which Janus was sure had plenty of ammo waiting behind it.
And he never was one to go for the side with a disadvantage now, was he?
Sure, the first acts of his new relationship were now making fun of one of his partners and then abandoning them for the other side in a snowball fight, and he definitely hit Remus right on his mustache with one of them, but honestly, this was who he was. This was the manipulative liar that apparently, both of his crushes had fallen for.
So no, Janus had no problems with his actions. He very much doubted his boyfriends did, either.
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baka-bakeneko · 11 months
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Swaddle Serenade - River Ward x Fem! V Reader
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tags: effects of childbirth, unresolved grief, happy ever after, unconditional love, postpartum
word count: 1.3k
synopsis: V and River are solid. The Ward family gains a new member.
a/n: first is here, second is here, we are reaching a finale of the Babe of Night City saga 😭
The warm slip of sleep was definitely calling your name, but this time heavier than before. You remembered when you flatlined for the first time in your life, not a fan of it, and felt your body become lead as your breathing slowed to something unrecognizable.
That feeling was slowly creeping in, coaxing your arms holding your son to relax because River was quick to swoop in and cradle him.
"V," River soothed against your temple, and though you tried to respond, your mouth felt to heavy to function.
"V," his voice gained more traction, sturdier in his throat as you felt him straighten up behind you.
His free arm curled around you stiffened, trying to sit you up though you were now deadweight.
"Valerie!" His voice was harder now, something that'd immediately made his son flinch and start to cry.
River looked over to Takemura and Viktor by the door. "Vik, fuckin, come help her! Joss!"
He called out for his sister as Viktor rushed to your side, taking your shoulders and laying you flat on the floor.
"What happened?" Joss ran back in, dropping the heater she went to find and kneeling to hold your cheeks. "River, what the hell happened?"
River shrugged, moving to sit up on his knees. He cradled Phoenix closer, trying to soothe his son from startling him. "I-I don't know, she was fine a second ago, she was smiling and now she won't wake up."
Vik leaned in and pressed his ear to your chest, hoping to hear a heartbeat. In the deepest depth of your body, you felt his skin against yours. The grease from his hair made it feel slick brushing along your skin.
"She's still here, her heart's really faint. I have some bounce back in here." Viktor began rifling through his bag, hoping to find the adrenaline he needed to revive you.
"V," River's voice cracked as it echoed through to you. You could imagine his eyes welling just like they had when you told him you were pregnant. "Come on, baby. Come back to us."
His hand went for yours, squeezed it tight before bringing it to his soft, warm lips.
"V," a voice deep within your subconscious broke through. "I hate to admit it, but that's a cute little bastard."
Johnny. Of course Johnny was always readily available at your absolute worst hour.
"He's right, chica," another voice, something so close to a distant memory piped in as well. "That's a cute little hombre you got there. Good genes."
If you had a voice, you'd chuckle. Jackie fucking Welles complimenting your child was something you'd never think of in a million years. How many steps you'd taken to get here now and just away from Jackie, it felt like a whole life since his death.
"Where's that bounce back, Vik?" River asked impatiently, leaning forward to press his ear to your chest.
You so readily wanted to fold your hand to the back of River's neck, hold him there like you used to before his heavy body squished your baby bump.
"I'm looking, I'm trying." Vik's scrambling through his medicine bag turned frantic. "Come on, kid, fight."
Takemura took a step up to the situation, baring down at you from the foot of your body. He patted at his suit pockets before finding what he was looking for.
"Move out of the way," he ordered to River, readying the bounce back needle and jamming it directly in the center of your chest.
"You take care of them, V. They need you." Jackie's voice echoed through you as the darkness began to float away. "Say hello to Mama and Misty for me."
"Give 'em hell, V. Don't get knocked down again. Be that fucking rockstar." Johnny quipped as you felt yourself snapping back into your body.
Suddenly, your eyes pried open as you inhaled a rattled wheeze.
"Call that fucking ambulance, Takemura." Joss ordered as you blinked and tried to regain your bearings.
You barely had a moment to figure out how you ended up on the floor before River's lips collided with yours, then trailed up the slope of your nose.
"Don't fucking do that again, Val. Shit," River said, exasperated breaths easing from his lips.
Your hand reached up to tease your fingers at the front of his shirt. "I don't plan on it," you croaked, hissing at the sudden pain clicking back into place.
You squinted an eye to see Phoenix, nuzzled in the crook of River's arm while he bent over you, trying to not shed more tears into your hair.
"Gave us a fucking fright, V." Joss said, patting softly at your cheeks before scooting away for River to help you up slowly.
"Yeah. Christ, V. Warn us next time you wanna do that," Vik added, massaging his own chest as if he were about to follow then folded his hand to his forehead. "I gotta call Misty."
You groaned, sitting up into River's hold before resting your forehead to his shoulder.
"Don't go back to sleep yet," River urged softly, his nerves obviously shot.
"Don't be so comfortable then," you retorted, working through the gravel now lodged in your chest.
The adrenaline stung deep into your tissue, making your whole chest burn along with your hips and ass. The pain definitely wouldn't let you sleep for some time.
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River squeezed into the hospital bed next to you, hanging his leg over the edge to allow you more room. He curled his arm around your head, leaning in to stare at your sleeping son held in your grasp.
"He's got a full head a hair, V," River said, taking his index finger to trace Phoenix's wispy hairline.
You smiled, nodded softly, while your eyes began to sting with the threat of tears. It was shocking that you almost left him behind after just getting him.
You were stressed upon reaching the hospital, ready to hear the worst news of your life. It wasn't often you had such a long string of good luck, it was bound to run out at some time.
But it was just a condition of malnutrition, which River took personally since he cooked every single day. The doctor claimed it was a combination of malnutrition on your part and the trauma of childbirth.
Now though, you were just told to rest easy.
You opened your mouth to say something, but couldn't find the words to convey how you felt. You leaned into River, tilting your body into him.
He was your person after all. And he was still around.
"He looks so much like you, I just wanna eat him," you tried but it sounded so wrong leaving your lips, unsure how parents managed to express their love for their children.
Your eyes blurred with tears the more you stared at your son's soft face, his cherubic cheeks and long lashes that rested against his dark skin like his father's. "I miss him already."
"Aww, V," River soothed, nudging his nose to your temple before resting his lips in the same space. "It's okay, baby, he's here."
You sniffled, of course that was true. You were staring at your little fighter now, but you pulled a hand away to fold against still-round belly.
"I know," you whispered, moving your hand to rest against Phoenix's chest. "I just...held onto him for so long."
"And you have all his life to hold him still," River tried, his fingers combing your hair away from your face. "We're not going anywhere."
You shut your eyes and pulled Phoenix in close to rest between you and River. River looked down at his son then reached to caress his metal thumb under your eye.
You looked at him, your bottom lip ready to jut out but you bit it back. "Marry me."
River's brows raised at your words, his lips quirking into a smirk. "V..."
"I love you," you said, reaching your hand up to grab his. You intertwined your fingers between his. "I know it's kinda late since you're not getting any younger, but..."
River leaned over Phoenix and caught your lips to stop you from talking. "I was gonna say, that you took what I was trynna say. You're not getting rid of me."
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nope, nope, no, no, no, no, no you didn't see it, i didn't see it. this didn't exist, happiness is futile. i was never here.
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george-weasleys-girl · 5 months
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North Star Series
Chapter 43: Christmas Eve
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Warnings: couple mentions of sex
Summary: George and Y/N survive the shop's first Christmas shopping madness.
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One by one shops on Diagon Alley closed, their owners heading anywhere that wasn't here. Only a handful of shops remained open when Christmas rolled around. Flourish and Blotts, Ollivander's, Gringotts, The Leaky Cauldron, and of course, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.
Walking into the joke shop was like stepping through a doorway to a different dimension. Customers flooded the store every day to forget, for a little while, the dark miasma consuming all of them just as much as they came seeking out Christmas gifts. Maybe even more. Either way, it was all hands on deck when George and Y/N returned from their mini honeymoon. Y/N had made up a batch of Bright Eyes elixir to get them through the long, exhausting days of running all over the shop before falling flat on their faces into bed.
"Hey, love, wanna have sex?" George mumbled one night after they'd both collapsed into bed.
"Yeah," Y/N mumbled back. "That'd be great."
"Oh yay. That's good to know," her husband managed to say seconds before the only sounds coming from their bedroom were snores.
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Y/N lay on the bed, bone-weary, but happy. She ran her thumb along the invisible ring on her finger. She and George refused to remove their wedding bands until the day of the official ceremony. And, instead had decided to place a simple invisibility spell on them. At least when they were around anyone other than Fred.
However, being married to George wasn't the only reason for her sunny mood. It was also Christmas Eve, and the shop had closed early, so the trio could rest up for tomorrow's festivities. At any other time, they would've headed over to the Burrow already, but they were flat-out exhausted. Y/N had no idea there were so many magical people in Britain, and yet, they'd poured into the store non-stop from opening until close nearly every day for the past two weeks.
"I put a pizza in the oven," George said, shuffling into the bedroom. "Oh, and Mum's written us a letter, trying to convince us to come over tonight." He tossed it in the general direction of his bedside table, missing it entirely. It fluttered to the ground, attracting Jellybean's attention. She hopped off the bed and batted it around a bit before curling up on it and promptly falling asleep.
"What does Fred say?" Y/N asked.
"He's passed out on the sofa with Smudge asleep on his head."
Y/N nodded and grinned at the image. "Want me to write her back?"
George shook his head. "I'll do it in a minute." He raked his fingers through his hair. "It feels weird not to spend Christmas Eve with mum and dad."
"We can go if you want," she took one of his hands into hers. "I really don't mind. I think we have just enough Bright Eyes to get us through the evening. And besides, we could have something different than frozen pizza for dinner. How many days in a row have we had it?"
"763," he chuckled. At least it felt like that. Even with magic, cooking a proper meal proved to be an insurmountable task. So, they'd stuck frozen pizza every night since the honeymoon. "I've considered it, but no," George continued. "Maybe it's because I'm exhausted or because the past couple of weeks have been insane or because we've barely had a moment to ourselves except when we're unconscious, but I just want to spend tonight at home with you. And if we're going to use the last of the elixir, I'd rather use it to make love to you."
"You say the cutest things," Y/N giggled and snuggled closer to him. "And it has been a week and a half since we did anything."
"Too true." George was turning to kiss her when the timer for the pizza dinged, drawing laughter from the both of them.
"Curses!" He shouted, shaking his fist in the air. "Foiled again!"
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George and Y/N lay cuddled together in bed, gazing at the twinkling lights on the little Christmas tree in the corner. "I could stay like this forever," Y/N mummered.
"Me too," George pressed his cheek against the top of her head, his eyelids growing heavy. The elixir had gotten them through dinner and a gentle round of lovemaking. "But I'll settle for," he paused, squinting at the clock. "Nine and a half hours." He felt more than heard his wife's sleepy giggle. "
~•~
"Merry Christmas Eve, Mrs Weasley," he said, wrapping his arms tighter around her. "I love you." Y/N smiled. "Merry Christmas Eve, Mr. Weasley. Love you too."
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apprenticestanheight · 5 months
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#8 on smut (prompt list) for mark hoffman !! not sure if you write for f! reader or not but if not then can be gn ! reader pls !
Pleasure- Mark Hoffman x fem! reader
I KNEW SOMEONE would have that thought and thank you--IT HAS DRIVEN ME TO FERALITY TODAY, and more than I expected for it to when I was writing the prompt list.
you chose prompt 8, which is: "Go on, then," Character A says, head tilted slightly, the smile on their face reeking of sadism. "Touch yourself, baby. Gonna watch, but don't make yourself come--making you come is my fun, not yours."
Fic type- this is smut, and also my first mark hoffman smut so that's a yay!
Warnings- this content is written for 18+ audiences, so minors, DNI. I will block you!! protected P in V, light voyeurism, Mark calls the reader a whore once, my brain is in "write write write" and not "edit edit edit" mode so this is mostly unedited.
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Mark couldn't believe the sight he'd walked in on--you, in the bed you shared with Mark, legs spread and vibrator pressed against your clit. You were too engrossed in your pleasure to take notice of him at first, moans befalling your lips as you rolled one of your nipples between your fingers and rolled the vibrator around your clit.
"Mark," you whispered, and Mark had to smile. Even when he was gone, he was the one you thought of while you got yourself off.
"And here I thought my ego couldn't get any bigger," he says. "Then I walk into my bedroom, expecting to have seen you in the living room watching tv or reading a book or just getting home after doing a bit of overtime, and I walk in to this sight? Oh, it's not even Christmas but I could be convinced it were."
You turn to look at him, turning the vibrator off as your eyes widen.
"You weren't meant to--"
"I know," Mark says, leaning against the door. "but I did, and I'm happy to not step in--I interrupted, after all. Wish I hadn't, though. Wanna know how badly you need me, if your whispering my name can get any louder."
You grin a little. "I can continue if you'd like?" You ask, and Mark bites his lip, nodding.
"Go on, then," Mark says, head tilted slightly, the smile on his face reeking of sadism. "Touch yourself, baby. Gonna watch, but don't make yourself come--making you come is my fun, not yours."
You return to the position you were in before except object to not use your vibrator. Your fingers start circling your clit at a good pace and your hand returns to your breast, fingers rolling and pinching your nipples.
Your gaze is on the ceiling, overwhelmingly aware of Marks gaze as you rub tantalizing circles around your clit, moaning breathily as you register how good that feels.
"Mark," you moan. Your gaze moves to meet his for a second, and you see him watching you intently through his eyelashes. You moan, quickening the pace just a bit, taking one of your fingers into your mouth to tease him.
You suck your finger for a long few minutes before bringing it to your nipple, moaning at the sudden coolness of the contact.
"Mark," you moan. "Oh, Mark, fuck--please. Please fuck me,"
You start grinding your hips against your hand, pinching your nipple between your thumb and first finger. You adjust the pace of your fingers on your clit so that they're a bit faster--just enough to bring you to the edge, and when your moans start getting a little louder, you watch Mark enter the room, closing the door behind him.
He takes his shirt off first, unbuttoning it while you watch, gaze affixed. He takes his pants off, leaving him in his boxers as he grabs a condom.
You stop your ministrations on your clit, leaving the knot that'd formed in your stomach untouched as Mark takes his boxers off and his fully hard cock springs free, allowing him to roll a condom onto it with ease.
"Such a pretty whore for me," he says, cock teasing your entrance as he lays down on top of you, bringing your legs to his hips. "So good for me, too. You're amazing. Gonna make sure you feel good tonight, Y/N."
You moan, clenching around nothing. Mark positions himself at your entrance and the both of you moan as he bottoms out, one of your hands going to his hair as his finds your ass and squeezes.
"So wet for me, too," he says. "You're just begging to be my cumdump, aren't you?"
You hum in response, and he laughs, lips going to your neck. "Good girl," he says.
When Mark starts thrusting, he lifts himself onto his forearms so that he can watch your facial expressions. One of your hands goes to your clit, and Mark is relatively silent so that he can hear all of the sounds you make for him.
"Oh, Mark," you moan, hips thrusting up to meet his. "Oh, fuck, Mark. Mark, please."
One of his hands finds your nipples, and between your fingers on your clit, Marks thrusts, and the way that he rolls your nipples between his fingers, you find yourself on the edge within minutes.
"Mark," you moan. "So--so close. Need to--please--"
"Cum for me, Y/N," he says. "Go ahead, baby."
Only a couple more thrusts, sensual pinches, and gentle kisses along your neck from Mark and you're releasing, crying out his name as your walls clench around him and trigger Marks release into the condom.
The aftercare from that point is simplistic but amazing--Mark draws a bubble bath for the two of you and you relax until the water has gone cold, going to bed and falling asleep in each others arms thereafter.
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Henry Cavill x Reader
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WARNINGS: practically none: henry being a cutiepie; slight sexual innuendos
Henrys POV:
„Yeah for sure." I laughed at my friends joke as we currently took down a Dragonkin in our todays session of World of Warcraft.
Due to the snow its all I could do. And its all I've been doing for nearly 5 days. The snow was seriously an issue for all of us, I'd gone outside twice today to shovel the snow away from my front door.
The only time i've left the house was yesterday to stock up on groceries and get some treats for Kal whom was currently laying by my feet, warming up my cold toes with his furry radiant self.
I was just glad I'd been able to get the heater working properly.
„Go round! I'll stay here." I instructed and made my best effort to shoot my arrows at the creature.
Just as we'd taken it down and cheerfully laughed at our magnificent performance, I felt Kal's head shoot up and he seemed to be listening to something.
„What is it buddy?" I asked softly, looking down at him. „What no. It's just Kal." I explained to my friend who'd asked what i meant.
Then i heard a soft knock.
Kal immediately got up and ran towards the door.
„Someone seems to be at the door?" I spoke into my headset to tell my friend - it came out more as a question than a statement.
„Brb." i said before I took the headphones off and made my way to the door myself.
Who in their right mind would leave their house in this weather?
I unlocked the door as Kal jumped around my feet, excitedly waiting to see someone else's face in a good week.
Just as the door was opened enough to reveal the insane person who dared to go outside in that storm, Kal started barking loudly and jumping at the intruder - clearly happy.
„Y/n!" I exclaimed and looked at the long coat wearing girl whose hair was covered in little snowflakes and her rosy cheeks drew a contrast to her pale face.
„Hi." was all she said before I rushed her inside.
„What are you doing? Are you...? Did you drive here?"
She nodded softly as she pulled the scarf off her neck and took off her snow covered coat - revealing the puppy she'd held underneath. Bear.
„You brought Bear?" I asked, greeting the pup by softly scratching his head.
She nodded and put him down so he could play with Kal a little bit.
Kal was beyong thrilled, having a little doggo companion for now as I grabbed her wet clothes from her hands and placed them on the heater in the hall.
„Why are you here in this weather?" I asked again, watching her take off her shoes.
„Didn't you watch the news?" She replied, standing back up and looking at me.
Her hair was loosely tied in a low ponytail and her nose was red from the cold.
I had to admit - i hadn't. I'd been too busy playing WoW.
„They're closing the streets at 6. No one's allowed on the road for as long as it's snowing. And according to the weather guy, it won't stop for another week. We're all supposed to stay home and practically quarantine again. And i.. didn't wanna be alone."
She seemed to be struggling admitting to that.
„Come in first." I gestured for her to step into the living room with me.
„Do you want a tea or a coffee or something to heat up?" I asked watching her body shiver underneath her black sweatshirt.
„Yes that'd be nice. It's so effing cold. Didn't think it'd be THAT cold..."
We walked over to the kitchen and she sat down on one of my kitchen chairs while I got the coffee machine running. I knew she didn't like tea.
„So you've come here to quarantine with me?" I asked, slightly amused at the thought.
„Well... you know how Bear and Kal love each other. And again - i didn't wanna be alone the entire time."
-„So you risked your life by driving here?" I looked at her all serious. She put her hands up in defense. „I promise I drove very slowly! I just didn't know where else to go and we haven't hung out in a bit because you were away."
I understood.
I made her coffee in silence and eventually handed her the mug.
„It's getting dark so early..." She suddenly spoke up, taking a sip.
„Yeah it's nearly 4 and it looks like it's midnight already." I replied, looking outside, watching the snow.
We then moved over to the couch and i handed her a blanket to cover herself with.
„I don't like the idea of you driving in this weather but you seemed to make it in one piece. But don't you dare do that again, couldve told me about ur plan. I wouldve rather picked u up than you driving all alone in that shit weather."
Y/n's POV:
He scooted closer as he said that but I could only focus on his new look.
The slightly longer facial hair and him finally growing out his curls - he looked different from the last time we'd seen each other.
„Sorry." was all i could say, knowing he was right.
We just looked at each other for a bit before he spoke up again.
„I'm sorry if I seemed rude before - i really didn't expect to see you. And again, i don't like you driving here in this weather. Something could have happened to you y/n. What im trying to say... I'm happy to see you and of course you're always welcome to stay." He smiled softly, lifting the blanket to slide underneath it.
I smiled back of course. „I missed this. You. Talking to you."
He smiled even brighter and i could see his eyes light up at my comment.
„I missed you too darling. Come here. I didn't even properly greet you."
He opened his arms and I scooted closer, wrapping my arms around his neck. Laying my head on his shoulder, I enjoyed the comfort of his strong arms holding me. He smelled nice too.
„Hmm." Humming he pulled me closer. Our chests were pressed against each other and i swear he could feel my heart beating.
„God i missed you too." He spoke, low voice in my ear. Smiling I snuggles my face into the crook of his neck.
I couldn't tell how long we were like this or how it happened but at some point I was right on his lap and his thighs flexed under me.
He started caressing my back softly while I bathed in every second of his warm embrace.
„Hen?" I whispered then.
He carefully let go but i could feel that he really didn't want to.
We looked at each other for only a brief second before we instinctively smashed our lips together and his hands moved lower to hold me by my lower back.
His beard was slightly irritating my skin but i so didn't mind - i fucking loved everything about it.
Henry seemed to enjoy it just as much as me as I could feel him harden underneath me.
Pulling away, I looked down at his crotch and then up into his eyes.
„I'm sorry... You just do that to me."
I chuckled lightly before kissing him again.
„You're still freezing darling, how about a hot bath?" He smiled sweetly.
I nodded. „But only if you give me a Geralt-bathtub-scene-esque show."
He laughed out loud and wrapped his arms around me tightly before picking me up and standing up himself.
„I think I'd prefer a Geralt-Yennefer-Rinde-Scene Show." He lowly chuckled as he carried me upstairs to the bathroom.
„The what?" I genuinely had no idea what he was talking about.
Henry laughed again before he stopped by the bathroom door.
„Okay you clearly don't remember the show very well..."
I looked at him questioning.
„They fuck y/n. They simply fuck."
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mercityart · 2 years
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So, I've been thinking and I wanna do a creepypasta x y/n type thing, if y'all could send requests n stuff that'd be awesome. For now tho, let's start simple.
Tw: these characters are mentally unwell individuals who don't typically have the means for therapy or medication, they aren't meant to be perfect, and just like so many other ppl they can be toxic and exhibit bad behavior such as self harm, possessiveness and so much more.
WHAT TYPE OF LOVER THEY ARE.
Toby- ooooh boy buckle up for this one. Toby is extremely sweet, almost sickeningly so if we are being honest. However, he does have really bad episodes. Toby has many mental issues, some being schizophrenia and bpd(borderline personality disorder), along with bipolar. His mood can switch so quick and violently it's nauseating. He has episodes he has little to no memory of and severely struggles with self harm, eating disorders and much more. He does not mean to hurt himself and/or others. He tries his best to treat you like a prince/princess/royalty/etc. He loves to take you on hikes and anything physically active and outside, always having far too much energy. He's the type of lover who will carry you on his back or shoulders if you are too exhausted or even hurt. Speaking of which, never tell him you are hurt or gods forbid it's the end of the world. He will baby tf outta you. He's the true definition of "golden retriever boyfriend". Although I see him more as a rednecks bullybreed in my opinion. Sweet, smiley, overly energetic, smart but super ditzy but will bite someone if told to, forever loyal. During episodes where he's super down just rub his back and hum to him, don't force him to do stuff and take everything at one miniscule step at a time, instead of thinking "just take a shower then rest before something else" think "ok, turn on the water, see how far you can go and if you are too tired that's ok, I'll help you, if you just don't wanna, that's ok I'm here let's watch or listen to music". Honestly he just needs a lot more love. He will be protective, playful and always willing to help. A good boy.
Tim- Oh dear Thanatos give me strength. This man is such a softy for his lover(s). He has such a gruff exterior and will always display it, however, when it comes to you that'll soften significantly. You are baby. That's that. He will treat you as his equal, always. This is good and bad though as he will forget that you aren't used to the shit he goes through as the unfortunate victim of the Operator. Don't get me wrong, he will eventually realize but it takes his brain a lil bit of calibrating first. For example, he can say something super insensitive then after a few minutes he's all, "aw shit, darlin I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it like that, are you ok? What I meant was-" He tries his damnedest I swear, he's just a mentally ill southern man, he ain't the brightest at times but he tries. Now, he can have a temper but rest assured it's unlikely he'll ever lay a hand on you, some other poor soul? Maybe, but definitely not you. He may slam a door or stomp about but he won't even breathe on you. Sometimes though, after a really rough day he can end up in a screaming match with you, but he'll try and make up for it like crazy. Breakfast in bed, more per names, maybe an "I love you" he seldom gives, hell he may even slow dance with you in the kitchen while you guys make food. This mf do be making dad jokes like crazy, he's toughen up a lot since marble hornets but he's still Tim. He's a goofball at times. And let's not forget whats also not battery powered. Cue the music. He loves sitting out on the porch or the windowsill strumming at his guitar or ukalele while writing lil lyrics, later presenting you with his song once it's finished. Also, he gives the best hugs, we love our strong short chubby king.
Brian- look at this hunk of a man. He is like a mix of Tim and Toby. He's smart, calculating, absolutely charming, but he can also be tough, silly and oh so caring. He will always throw around jokes and give the biggest smug grin afterwards showing his gorgeous smile(the cute Lil tooth gaaap) He loves to pick you up and swing you around with his big strong arms. Actually, he loves showing off for you in general when he can. He's really fit, constantly working out, but it's a bit unhealthy, hence why he's so obviously muscular. He doesn't eat a healthy amount and excercises too much, unlike Tim who is just as strong bit looks less fit. This man is the definition of a highschool Jock except he's actually super fucking smart. Now, be aware he's a psychology major, he can be very quite at times and is able to analyze every move you make. He is extremely protective, at times to the point of possessiveness but sometimes it's as though he couldn't really give af. He is an absolute beast of a man, he will use his extreme height, broadness and muscle mass to his advantage. However he is so soft with you. If y'all fight though he is not going to hesitate to pick you up and put you over his shoulders, put you somewhere soft and quiet and then leave for a few hours to cool down. He isn't prone to violence but be careful, if he snaps he blacks out and even Tim would panic in that scenario. He does do everything he can in his power to prevent this from happening, taking medication, smoking weed, going on a long hike, taking anger out on trees, etc. Tbh him and Tim are like dads.
Jeff- Jeff, oh boy. Now, he is definitely a lil rat bastard, as most short trans men(such as myself) are, but xe's not as bad as you may think. Honestly he likely will treat you like a best friend. It will make some morbid jokes, smoke with you if you want, do some stupid shit like vandalism, he don't give af. Xe is very into alternative fashion and music, if you enjoy doing makeup and all sorts of artsy stuff count him in. He won't hesitate to put you in a headlock btw. He will 100000% throw you around and wrestle with you for shits n giggles. It is also, surprisingly a hopeless romantic. He may act all cool on the outside, or at least try, but xe honestly is all heart eyes at the smallest bs. He is so supportive in his own way, saying stuff like "babe, I promise you, you have the absolutely fffffffffattest ass I have ever seen. You is THICC!" Also, please please please pleeeeease call xem "baby boy", "handsome" or even "bunny", he will absolutely melt, and do this while playing with it's hair while he's sitting down playing on his phone between your legs while yet on the couch? Aaaagbkghklg. This man will do anything you want istg. Also, hope you like dogs bc he's got two. Smile dog(aka smiles) and smiley. I know. So creative right? It didn't want to rename them after finding them so he just stuck with it, but he dies tend to call smiles princess though. Also, will absolutely make you his favorite food growing up that his madre made growing up, empanada.
Liu- ah, big mans. Oooooweeeeee. Liu's side is very reserved and quiet. They will kiss your palms and watch you all puppy like when you talk. He isn't huge on talking as he found with Sully it leads to more arguing. He is a body mods artist so if you want tattoos, pricings, etc. You bet he's doing em. Any price of you he modifies he will kiss oh so sweetly, however, they prefer to reserve kisses for spots you dislike about yourself or past scars to remind you how much he loves and appreciates you. He loves to be big spoon but they prefers you two facing each other equally giving affection so he can see how you melt into him while you also can see just how much he cares about you. Due to their job he does get some big bucks so you better love being absolutely soiled and pampered. Anything you show even the slightest smidge of interest towards is yours now. Also, please do his makeup if you do yours in the morning. Having you sit in their lap doing eyeshadow while he rubs your sides his so therapeutic for him. Extremely gentle giant, his issue is they have a hard time communicating and shuts down when confronted. The best time way to deal with an issue is through notes. He likes to pass notes to one another before speaking and agreeing to a solution fully. They don't usually outwardly show if he's upset, but trust me, you will know. Sully doesn't keep his mouth shut ever.
Sully- Sully is very different from Liu. He's very outgoing and brutally honest, extremely blunt and talkative. He will be extremely wary of you at first, and he has severe, and I mean severe, commitment issues. They'll eventually come around though. They love to show you off, constantly holding you up on a shining pedistle for all to see. He likes to hype you tf up. They also love to dance with you, please dance to some Spanish music with them, it'll make their heart race. He also will give you so so so many kisses if you do anything to honor his heritage as his mother is Latina and he grew up around his Mexican family and even lived in Mexico part of his life growing up. If you sing porque te vas to him he will absolutely smother you with kisses. His favorite food was for sure tamales whilst Liu preferred mole.
Otis- Now, Otis is extremely reserved and can come off as cold when he's not masking. He does card though. She just has a hard time showing it he's not huge on giving physical affection or verbal. He typically shows his love through handmade gifts. He does enjoy cuddling on the couch after a rough day though. They don't hate physical or verbal affection, but growing up he was forced to give affection when he didn't want to and was more often shown "affection" through violence, not to mention she's worried that whatever you are wearing will set off their sensory issues. Otis will 10000% shut down if in a argument, but if anyone threatens him or puts hand on them, she will kick their ass no matter what. Otis is a big boy and exhibits behavior very similar to that of a cat. Her favorite thing to do is to sketch, draw, or paint you when you aren't paying attention. He just loves the way you look and the emotions he feels when observing the work they've created. On a really bad day the best thing for you two to do is take a bath bubble bath together surrounded by yummy smelling candles, ambient lighting, and of course having your skin touch hers. She loves the way your skin feels but hates clothes, if he had it her way he'd never wear clothes but sadly society says otherwise. Their thought process is(as is mine) nothing is innapropriate unless someone makes it innapropriate.
Jack (E.J.)- This man is very cold. He doesn't comprehend emotions as much as he used to before the incident. He loves observing you and trying to determine what emotions he is feeling in that moment. He is extremely blunt and anilitical, always saying whatever he is thinking to say. He struggles with having mercy on your emotions. He does apologize and feel guilty when he finds out it made you feel negatively and is always willing to learn and work things out. He wants you to feel safe, comfortable and loved with him. He believes he is a hard person to love due to his situation, believing he is a hideous monster. He severely lacks confidence and it takes a long time for him to even give you a peak at his skin, nevermind not wear his mask around you. He believes you are the most gorgeous person in exhistence and wholeheartedly believes it. He struggles a lot with his hair and it's very damaged. Jack, prior to the incident was a black man and as such his hair was extremely thick and had a super tight curl pattern. Now he typically keeps it straight, please teach him how to take care of his hair, he loves his natural hair but no one taught him how to take care of it as he was adopted by a racist white family growing up as a teen. give him some locks, cornrows, extensions, box braids, hell, teach him how to keep his hair in a natural state while styling. He loves you touching him and you doing his hair not only boosts his confidence but also is extremely therapeutic for him and he views it as romantic and affectionate. He loves to take care of you and you taking care of him makes his heart swell with love. This man is extremely loving, he won't be too clingy or overbearing, he respects your boundaries. He's simply content with the fact you don't hate or fear him. He does like to sneak up on you though. The little noises that come out of your mouth when you notice his large frame towering over you suddenly is both adorable and hilarious. You are his little rabbit, his mate, his lover, what more can I say?
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