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The Noble House
Pairing: James Potter x Black!reader
Summary: After being forced to come home for "business" everything goes terrible as you end up on James living room floor unconscious.
Warnings: use of y/n once, abuse, hurt/comfort, some death thoughts toward the end
Wordcount: 2.2k
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The great hall erupted with voices as the owls descended above the tables quickly dropping letters. A thin white letter with a black stamp was dropped into your hand. You looked at the cursive writing that plagued your mind daily.
You wanted to burn the letter and not read it. You wanted to so badly. You wished you could. You sighed and opened the letter trying to prepare yourself for what you were about to read.
Dear Y/N,
You are being required to come home for the winter break. We have important business to tend to. You will finally have to live up to the black name. If you don not show up again we will be required to use our own forces to get you here
Orion and Walburga Black.
Your eyes scanned down the rest of the Slytherin table before meeting regulus's scared eyes. You couldn't bare to look at him, couldn't bare the hurt in his eyes. Despite not wanting to admit it, you knew what business you had to tend to once home.
You could feel eyes on you and you knew who was looking at you. You also knew that if you met the eyes of your older brother and your boyfriend you would crack. You knew if you looked at them you wouldn't be able to stop the tears that threatened to fall.
Instead what finally made you look up was the fact that the great hall had gone dead silent. You looked around confused before your eyes set on the empty space where James and Sirius had previously been sititng.
Suddenly you jumped as two boys set there hands on your shoulders.
"Lets go" Sirius demanded as everyone stared at the three of you.
You swiftly got up as the the three of you exited the great hall. The minute you left you could hear the sound of chatter start up again.
"What's up" You smiled pretending that everything was fine.
"They want you home don't they" Sirius asked.
You sighed biting your lip. "Yeah, and I can't skip out on it this time".
"Why.. you haven't been home in years" James asked.
You really didn't want to explain. You knew James knew about your home life from the story's Sirius had told him. You also knew that Sirius tended to make them seem happier then they were, not wanting anyone to know the full truth of went on inside those dark walls.
"You don't understand I have to this time... I need to be with Reggie" You started. "Sirius was there when I needed help but Sirius was able to get out completely. Some of us weren't so lucky" You looked over at Sirius who had guilt etched into his face.
"I just hate knowing your gonna be with them and we wont be able to talk to you" James sighed. "What if something happens".
"It wont" You say assuring James as you looked over at Sirius. You both knew you were lying right through your teeth. "It will be fine... just watch. Plus maybe I can sneak you a letter" You smile before leaning up to kiss James cheek.
...
The five of you sat in a carriage together barely fitting in the tight space.
"Will you stop that" Sirius groaned kicking your leg as you tapped your foot up and down. You stopped the action and gave him an apologetic smile as the train came to a slow stop.
"Oh god" You whisper seeing your mother waiting for you at the platform with an annoyed look. Her face is sharp and and cold as she stares at the train that has now come to a complete stop.
You, James and Sirius walked off the train together, your hand in James's. Your mother stared down Sirius and James before her gaze moved to your hand. Suddenly she grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from them, almost knocking you down in the process.
A few bystanders watched the scene unfold between the black family and the Potter kid.
"Still associating with others less than you i see." She griped, her harsh grip on your wrist never faltering as she scolded you. You rolled your eyes trying to release her grip. Instead it tightened as she pushed you closer to your father who was now walking toward the group.
You rolled your eyes as you watched Regulus walk over. His face was flushed as he gave you a small smile and kept quiet. At least he knew not to say anything, you on the other hand couldn't keep quiet.
"Still being a bitch to everyone i see" You mocked staring at her. You were waiting for some reaction or a foul comment. Instead she smiled down at you and told you to come along as the three of them started walking away.
Your face dropped as you looked at regulus who had started following them. You had a chance to leave right now as nobody was watching you. However by her reaction you knew you were in deep shit and you would end up in more pain if you left.
"I love you" You said to James quickly trying to cover the fear that wanted to be realeased.
"I love you too my pretty girl" He murmured as Sirius faked gagged.
...
The house seemed more daunting than ever as you slowly walked in the door. It seemed darker and colder as you stepped through the door. There were groups of people in every corner, there cold glares sending shivers down your spine. There were a few faces you didn't recognize but they clearly knew who you were.
You kept your head down for once, and even when you wanted to talk you had this heavy feeling and no words would come out.
You and Regulus were standing in front of your fathers office waiting for permission to enter. You could hear the voices flowing through the house, but none were loud enough for you to figure out why you had been summoned.
"What do you think he wants" I whisper to Regulus.
Regulus stared at the giant dark oak door not wanting to move a muscle. "I don't know, but it's not good" He started. "I can feel it" He shook his head slowly letting out a deep breath.
Father opened the door and your mother stood right next to him. Her cold glare freezing your body to the point of exhaustion.
"Follow... Now" She demanded walking away as you watch your brother be pulled into the office forcefully.
You were guided to another office. One with large bookshelves and a beautiful fireplace that took up the back wall. There was an emerald green couch, and a coffee table as dark as the night sky. Your mother took a seat on the couch and stared at you.
"What..." You began before a screeching noise filled the house. You looked back at the closed door trying to comprehend what it was.
"Is that" You whispered to yourself. "What are you doing to him" You yell at your mother who sits there with a malicious smile.
"No. No" You yell as you run to open the door. You knew she had locked it but that didn't stop your efforts. You pounded on the door till your hands were red. You could feel the the warm liquid leaking down your hands. The door and your hands began to be painted with blood as you cried and screamed.
You thought you could hear her yells but you could only focus on Regulus screams and the way your hands had gone numb. A sharp pain flooded your head as your mother grabbed you by your hair spinning you around to look up at her.
"Listen to me child" She yelled yanking your hair closer to your scalp, the pain flooding through your body. "You will listen to me" She screamed sending a hard slap to your face.
"No stop get away from me" You sobbed trying to kick at her. Eventually you were able to kick her legs making her harsh grasp leave. You looked around the dark room trying to figure out a way to escape.
You noticed green powder by the fireplace. It was stuffed in a little jar that sat lonely on the floor. She clearly knew your plan as you ran to the other side of the room trying to reach the fireplace in time. You threw yourself into the fireplace not caring about the pain you felt from the bricks.
You watched her pull out her wand as you grab a fistful of floo powder. The powder coated your hands green as your head snapped up to give your mother a last look.
Suddenly she shouted "Crucio"
Your body withered as you felt your heart stop for a moment. As your heart raced the shooting pains wracked your body. Every part of you felt like it was being crushed to death with lightning bolts. Your body writhed as you let out blood curdling screams.
Even though you couldn't move you managed to drop the floo powder hard enough for it to transport you. Your body felt numb as you were thrown out the other side of a fireplace. You took in the smell of pine trees and vanilla and knew you were home.
You were so out of it as you ended up on James living room floor. The only thing you heard was James yelling for help, and the soothing touch of his hands before you fell unconscious.
...
The silk sheets grazed your skin as you laid on a bed. The ends of your fingers and the bottom of your legs were numb. You tried to move, but nothing would move as you laid there. You started to freak out and your throat felt tight as you tried to control your breathing. There was nothing you could do. You wished you were dead in that moment.
That was until the warm hands you had learned to love and appreciate touched your arm. You opened your eyes to stare at the beautiful man who wore a sad smile.
"Your ok my love, your home" He whispers. His soothing voice making you melt into the bed. Your breaths slowed as you slowly regained feeling in your body.
"Did they do what I think they did" he asked, his voice shaking with worry.
You remained silent and that alone answered his question.
Regulus's screams replayed in your mind over and over. He was hurt and you knew it, and now there was no way to get him out of there.
"They did it, they gave him the mark" You croaked, your tears spilling faster than a waterfall. "Oh god my Reggie" You sobbed.
James parents and Sirius walked into the room for a checkup. You watched there faces drop and you could see the tears that had stained Sirius's pale skin.
"Oh honey" Mrs. Potter cooed as she walked to the side of your bed opposite of James.
"I have to go back" You declared. The four of them looked skeptically at each other before Sirius scoffed.
"You may hate him, but I dont. Our parents hate us and that's our fault not his" You say loudly. Loud enough that your already sensitive throat made you start coughing like crazy.
You watched Sirius fiddle with his fingers as he just stood there silently. "I want to save him... but I can't" You whispered admitting defeat. In reality you knew that now there was nothing you could do to save him. He was already marked.
"They marked him, and i had to listen" You made eye contact with your brother. He just sighed as he stared at his feet. You could tell he didn't want to admit it but he still cared more about Regulus than he liked to admit.
"Do you mind if I just be alone" You asked looking at Mrs. Potter who was moving your hair behind your ears.
She smiled softly brushing a tear off your cheek. "Well you heard the girl, git" She laughed ushering the boys out.
"Wait James, stay please" You whimper as he started getting up. "I need you here with me".
He nodded sitting back in his chair. he leaned forward placing a kiss on your temple as the two of you were left in the room alone.
"Do you wanna lay down" You ask softly starting to shift over so he could get under the covers with you.
"Oh sweetheart I dont know" He responds hesitantly. His eyes flickering between yours as he rolled his lip between his teeth.
"You wont hurt me, trust me you could never" You assure before he slides under the covers carefully. Trying not to accidently apply too much pressure on any part of your body.
"You can touch me, its ok" You whisper reaching out for his hand. You held his hand in yours slowly bringing it up to your cheek. His warm hands contrasting the coldness of your face.
His other hand slowly came up to the other cheek as he held your face in his warm delicate hands. He moved the dark curl that covered your eye.
"My pretty girl" He whispers with an emotion you can't quite pinpoint. He placed a soft kiss to your pretty pink lips before placing a protective arm around your waist. "I love you" He murmurs.
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hyperfixating-rn-brb · 4 months
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The Good Omens Fandom has had a lot of fun recently with the knowledge of Aziraphale and Crowley holding hands on the bus at the end of season 1.
Soo here's everything that went through my head as I learned of it for the first time.
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For that entire scene, Aziraphale is really far gone. He's dissociating so hard he can't even realize he's been sitting on a sword. Crowley is probably the only thing keeping him grounded.
They just narrowly stopped Armageddon after a showdown with literally Satan, and still can't let their guard down. For the first time ever, they're completely on their own side. Now they have to orchestrate a body swap to save both of them. They wouldn't just be killed, they'd be completely destroyed. Everything must go exactly according to plan, but how often does that actually happen?
And on top of that, his bookshop, his home, his safe place with the demon he has to pretend not to love is burned and gone.
Crowley is so incredibly gentle and reassuring this entire scene. He's been through so much trauma himself and has spent a lot of his existence shielding the angel from it, hoping to protect some of his innocence and naivete. Crowley is absolutely familiar with every symptom of PTSD and anxiety.
Now he has to see his sweet angel see such a small bit of the horrors of heaven and hell and start to crumble inside. He's going to do his dam best to try and help Aziraphale through it. Speaking softly, ("the bookshop burned down... remember?) slowly and carefully, gradually helping to pull the angel back to reality, reminding him that he's there and will help ground him.
They get on the bus, and sit next to each other. 11 years ago, they sat nearby but separated while Crowley begs Aziraphale to help him prevent the Apocalypse. Now they are sitting together. Both an act of reassurance and unity.
Crowley sits first, Aziraphale could so easily just sit across from him, behind or in front. But he chooses to sit right next to him. And hold his hand. Aziraphale desperately needs to be near to the *former* demon he loves, to hold him, to make sure they won't be separated.
In the book, their famous lines of "none of this would have worked out if you weren't, deep down, just a bit of a good person" and "just enough of a b*stard to be worth liking" came as Satan rose from the earth, as a goodbye in case they were destroyed.
Luckily, that didn't happen and they survived. Armaggedon was stopped. But the angel is still so anxious of losing Crowley. So he chooses to reach out, to anchor himself and reassure himself that Crowley is still there beside him and that they are okay, at least for a few minutes.
And Crowley let him. He knows how badly Aziraphale needs him, he needs the angel just as much. He knows how badly he craved an anchor and support system as he was first abused and traumatized by his Fall, then further by Hell. So he's going to continue being there for Aziraphale, doing everything he can to make his angel feel safe and comfortable.
Over the next few years, Aziraphale would become so much more comfortable reaching out and touching Crowley. Leaning into him, resting a hand on his shoulder or briefly touching his chest. Somehow both reassuring himself that the former demon was still there, and reminding Crowley that he's still there for him at the same time.
Then Crowley becomes more comfortable with the touch, leaning into the angel by himself. No longer flinching at a sudden graze of a hand or reassuring squeeze.
That one moment of the two holding hands on the bus cemented so much of their relationship. "The last few years, not really..." all started on that bus the moment Aziraphale chose to sit down next to Crowley.
edited: at first this said "new knowledge" because I just found out about this all the other day, and wrote this up at 3 AM, and didn't really fact check when this knowledge became well known. I've only really been a GO fan since maybe 2021, and only really started being active in the fandom during the last few months, so a lot of info that is fairly well known is still generally new to me. soo yeah this was edited :)
source for anyone asking for it!
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thecarnivaloflies · 1 month
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atz fic recs [hyung line]
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a record of the fics i've stumbled across. i'm a slow reader and there are a lot of fics by these talented writers mentioned here and the ones unmentioned that i haven't had the chance to read yet, so this will be an ongoing rec list! authors and readers, please let me know if a link or any part of this needs to be fixed ♡
pairings and general themes are mentioned, please check the author's specific warnings before reading. and minors, please dni with fics that have highlighted smut warnings.
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deal by @hongism
hongjoong x f!reader (smut, roommates au)
“hongjoong + roommates au + “Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you? That’s still up for debate.” for drabble game?”
punishment by @kitten4sannie
bf!hongjoong x afab!eader (fluff, smut)
what happens when you distract hongjoong from his work? he loses his temper, obviously. good thing that’s exactly what you were hoping for
guns and roses by @baekhvuns
hongjoong x reader (smut, enemies to lovers)
in which you and hongjoong make a deal to work together, for once, and yet it doesn’t go as it was planned.
honey and blood by @nateezfics
vampire!hongjoong x f!reader (smut)
mr. kim is as alluring as he is mysterious, and what lies beneath his gentlemanly demeanor is nothing short of a monster of the darkest kind. inviting him into your arms could mean your demise, but your desire for him is insatiable. they always did say the forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest…
morning haze by @nateezfics
hongjoong x f!reader (smut)
“good morning. good morning, love. did you sleep well?”
in the rain by @hwaightme
bf!hongjoong x gn!reader (fluff)
while on a drive with hongjoong, you reminisce the many moments that form the priceless love you share, and think of the future that lays ahead.
don't you want me by @yeonjuns-beanie
hongjoong x f!reader (angst, smut, roommates au)
you and hongjoong have been roommates for a while and friends for even longer. over time he’s realized his feelings for you and now they can't be ignored. he asks you to accompany him to a release party hoping to find it within him to tell you his truths. when you get a little too close for comfort with one of his members, he decides how he’ll finally tell you. 
philoselene by @ncteez
alt!stoner!hongjoong x afab!reader (fluff, smut)
you weren’t sure what to think of hongjoong, with his ever-changing hair and ever-growing piercings. he is the complete opposite of you, and you’re unsure of why he keeps gravitating toward you, or why he found an interest in you at all. through his eyes though, he swears you’d be able to handle the weight of the moon if he were to pull it down for you. or the one where hongjoong would do just about anything for you, and he can’t help but show it when he’s got you on top of him for the first time.
duck curtains by @ichorai
roommate!hongjoong x reader (fluff, angst, friends to lovers)
the shower wasn't really the best place to hold conversations, but the both of you did it anyways.
less than three by @kbandtrash
mathteacher!hongjoong x mathteacher!reader (fluff, friends to lovers, headcanons)
kim hongjoong teaches middle school math and finds himself absolutely smitten with you, the math department's newest hire. you're the last person to find out.
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love is gone by @ateezmakemeweep
seonghwa x reader (angst, smut)
park seonghwa was a notorious womanizer known for his dark appearance, callous attitude and the obvious fact he cared for no one but himself; it didn’t matter who someone was or what they did for him, he was always cold and indifferent. you were a once jaded student turned teachers pet, determined to just focus on your studies and try to cope with the tragedy that changed your life two years ago. it certainly didn’t help that, much to your confusion, the campus womanizer quickly seemed to take an interest in you. smiling at you, talking to you in class, going out of his way to make sure you knew he was completely and utterly interested in you. you could’ve never known the ulterior motives that he had then. how much you were gonna fall for him, trust him, come to love him, just for your world to fall apart once again when the truth about him eventually comes out. 
playing with fire by @ateezmakemeweep
sugardaddy!seonghwa x reader (fluff, angst, smut)
when your scholarship falls through during the last semester of your college career, you were, admittedly, on edge. overwhelmed by the prospect of delaying your graduation to save up thousands of dollars or work a second job or, per the suggestion of your roommate, sell pictures of your feet. you first met park eunbi during your first year of college, when she walked through your dorm room with a smile on her face and her parents by her side - or, more notably to you, her incredibly handsome father. that’s all he ever was to you though - your friend’s hot dad who you only ever saw a few times a year. but when you find yourself around him more and more often, your attraction growing and his eyes lingering, you suddenly find yourself in a situation you know is wrong but can’t seem to pull yourself out of. 
richboy!seonghwa by @ateezmakemeweep
richboy!seonghwa x reader (fluff, angst, smut)
you’re the new girl at a prestegious school who quickly finds herself in a love triangle with the two most eligible rich boys: park seonghwa, the boy who proves himself to be the closest thing to perfect and kang yeosang, harsh bully turned love interest two. it’s an internal struggle for everyone involved, kisses behind closed doors, exposed secrets and tattered friendships, a case of choosing between something safe and easy or full of passion and intensity. “okay but a safe gentleman is better than some brooding asshole you always fight with.” “that is romanticism, you fool! passion and fighting and making up.”
you're the one that i want by @ateezmakemeweep
badboy!seonghwa x reader (angst, smut)
you expected to spend summer the way you always did: holed up in your aunts beach house hosting friday night bingo and sunday afternoon barbecues. instead, you find yourself pulled into a summer romance with the first boy to make your heart flutter despite the darkness and mystery that surrounds him. you expected to start at a new school that upcoming fall on a clean slate, your head still swarming with the boy who left you with a kiss on the lips and a promise to see you soon. but apparently, sooner meant in homeroom, your eyes meeting and the familiarity flashing in them immediately. you expected his smile to be as bright as yours so why was he looking at you like he never wanted to see you again?
on one condition by @ateezmakemeweep
seonghwa x reader (angst, fluff, a walk to remember au)
mr & mrs park by @baekhvuns
mafia!seonghwa x reader (romcom, angst, action, smut)
in which the task of killing your enemy is abruptly put on a pause when you discover their cute little secret.
bodyguard by @baekhvuns
seonghwa x reader (romcom, angst, smut)
in which his task is to be your bodyguard, his mob-boss’s daughter. where he not only guards you but also guards your body.
best you've ever had by @serendipityunho
ceo!seonghwa x f!reader (smut)
meeting seonghwa’s parents for the first time was one thing. but keeping your lewd moans quiet in his childhood bedroom was another. 
with you by @hwaightme
bf!seonghwa x reader (comfort, fluff)
even when it feels like the world is crashing down, seonghwa was, is and will be with you.
page me by @hwaightme
paediatrician!bf!seonghwa x neurosurgeon!gn!reader (fluff)
in the early hours of a shared night shift right before christmas, the present turns into a gift, and seonghwa can't be happier and more in love
essence by @hwaightme
bf!seonghwa x reader (comfort, fluff)
"i love the way that you're designed, love the way we intertwine, still don't need a reason why, you're beautiful and now you're mine" - you're beautiful by the rose
this world by @hwaightme
biker!seonghwa x f!reader (fluff, smut)
caught between the past and present, you search for a new beginning in night city as a mechanic at outlaw customs. how will a fateful encounter with seonghwa, the leader of the blue birds, help you feel alive?
love was spring by @hwaightme
seonghwa x reader (fluff, strangers to lovers)
following a serendipitous meeting with you, seonghwa blooms in love after heartbreak, and learns that "if you intend to love a single flower, you must love its generation and extinction, presence and absence." - Do Jonghwan
cat named mars by @hwaightme
catboy!hwa headcanons (fluff, crack)
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unprofessional attraction by @jk97
teacher!yunho x college senior!reader (fluff, smut)
there's no such thing as a coincidence, right? collegesenior!reader (22) and linguistics teacher yunho jeong (27) indulge in an entanglement of inappropriate gravitation. it's risky and it's wrong, but listening to one's better judgment never leads to anything as intoxicating. when someone threatens this secret relationship with blackmail to expose the truth, things take a turn for the worse. graduation can't seem to come fast enough.
closer, face down by @ncteez
yunho x f!reader (smut)
the one where your super super sweet and soft new boyfriend hasn’t made the slightest move on you despite you practically begging him to. you don’t realize it’s because he’s into some weird shit and definitely not because he’s a virgin.
playing in glass house by @honeyhotteoks
non idol!yunho x f!reader (smut)
the idea was simple, buy a new toy and spice up your relationship. you didn't expect it to be like this.
summer nights and summer's end by @honeyhotteoks
yunho x reader (fluff, smut, college non-idol au)
he's your best friend and roommate, but during the heat of summer and the confinement of quarantine, you just can't seem to help yourselves. he’s your best friend and roommate, and the lines are starting to get pretty blurry between casual sex and emotions.
the worthy type by @mazeinthemiroh
yunho x best friend!reader (fluff, hurt/comfort, romance)
best friends didn't look at each other the way yunho looked at you. but you found it hard to believe that he could ever be interest in you. but oh how wrong you are...
wrong answer by @essenteez
yunho × f!reader (angst, smut)
you made a tough decision that left you absolutely devastated. falling in love with your best friend was unacceptable. you got to leave. the method was slowly vanishing from yunho's life until he would get used to your abstance. deep down, a voice kept telling you it was the right choice. however, yunho never meant to let you go as he stood in your door on one rainy spring evening, demanding an explanation.
opposites attract by @tainsan
yunho x f!reader (fluff, smut)
you are on the verge of being expelled, so your teacher helps you find a tutor, yet what you weren't expecing was much more than just tutoring sessions.
summer's dive and summer's storm by @santheestallion
yunho x f!reader (fluff, angst, smut, brother's best friend, boy next door)
something is noticeably different about yunho when he returns home after a long year away at college. the boy you knew as your brother’s best friend is suddenly charming, open, and dangerously handsome. you embark on a summer romance, discovering in the end exactly why your brother warned you to stay away.
out of the woods [part 2] [part 3] by @sluttywoozi
yunho x reader (angst, fluff, smut, friends to lovers)
you’ve been driving yunho nuts lately and he just can’t figure out why. he hates being annoyed with his friends, so he’s been avoiding you. it’s difficult to stay away when you’re locked together in a cabin with seven of your closest friends, though.
project: make you love me by @hwaslayer
yunho x f!reader x seonghwa (fluff, angst, smut, strangers/friends to lovers, college au)
yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.
you're enough by @cheollipop
yunho x reader (fluff, hurt/comfort, angst)
with the soft scent of baby wipes following him, yunho helped you stand back up to face the storm within your mind.
GUY.exe by @hwaightme
yunho x reader (fluff)
you never expected for the character you designed for the newest dating simulator to be quite as realistic as this
like the cherry blossoms fall by @hwaightme
yunho x reader (fluff, best friends to lovers)
every spring is a beginning, and you cannot imagine it without jeong yunho, your friend through the many years. but as the cherry blossoms fall, what will happen when you fall the same?
four in the morning by @ateezmakemeweep
yunho x reader (fluff, smut, strangers to lovers au)
puppy pjs by @deathbyyeekies
yunho x reader (fluff, scenario)
dogboy!yuyu headcanons by @eightmakesonebraincell
headcanons (fluff, crack)
lovemaking/against a wall by @hongism
yunho x f!reader (smut, drabble)
twilight by @hongism
kinktober drabble (smut)
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for the hope of it all by @starrysvn
yeosang x reader (angst, fluff)
“back when we were still changing for the better, wanting was enough, for me it was enough. to live for the hope of it all, cancel plans just in case you’d call and say “meet me behind the mall”. so much for summer love, saying “us”, cause you weren’t mine to lose.”
entropy by @in-san-ity
yeosang x f!reader (fluff, angst, smut, mafia au)
things never went according to plan; career wise, family wise, relationship wise and especially not when you were suddenly saddled with an infant to raise but you learned to roll with the punches. except the next challenge you were about to face wasn't a punch, it was a machine gun.
richboy!yeosang by @ateezmakemeweep
(fluff, angst, smut)
almost every part of your and yeosang’s relationship was unplanned. you didn’t plan to get a tutor as a scholarship student attending a prestigious high school or to get bullied and berated by him, so much to the point that you were always at each other’s throats.  you didn’t plan to kiss him as you were trapped in the elevator together, a boy who seemed like a much safer and smarter option forgotten, when the air between you quickly shifted into something extremely tumultuous and electric. and you especially didn’t plan to fall for him. to forgive him and date him and end up going to college together where yet another unplanned incident puts your strong, stable relationship to the test. (sequel to richboy!seonghwa)
badboy!yeosang by @ateezmakemeweep
(fluff, angst, smut)
all on your tongue by @ttalgiwooyo
yeosang x reader (smut, friends to lovers, brother's best friend)
last updated: 14/03/24
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heich0e · 2 years
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it takes touya three days to finally hold the baby.
your baby. his baby.
he waits until you're asleep to consider it--one of the rare bouts of slumber you've been able to get since you returned home from the hospital three days prior. he hadn't been able to be there with you, for reasons that are obvious, and he'd spent the entire time you were gone pacing the floors of your apartment as he awaited your return.
he's so small.
that's all touya can think as he stares down at the little swaddle of blankets and a button nose. impossibly tiny. fragile in every way.
the baby has been sleeping soundly for a while, but he's beginning to stir, little coos and unhappy gurgles that touya's come to learn always shortly precede a shrill cry. he doesn't want you to wake up, but knows that his only other option is to intervene.
so he does.
he reaches into the bassinet slowly, hesitantly.
but he pulls back, just shy of contact.
what if his hands are too hot? what if the baby feels his staples and doesn't like it? what if just by touch alone his son knows the things he's done?
the baby lets out a high pitched whine--the one he's come to know in the past 72 hours is the harbinger of a fit--and it leaves him with no choice but to act.
his two hands move with purpose--one behind the head, and the other slipped beneath his back--lifting him gently from his bed.
he carries him out of your bedroom and into the living room a few paces away, held before him and just slightly away from his frame. every step he takes is slow, measured, and cautious.
he sits on the edge of the sofa, staring down at the little bundle in his arms.
he sighs.
"'ya can't scream right now kid, you've already put her through enough."
the baby's eyes open, but only barely. they don't really do that much until they're older, or so you'd told him when he asked. they can't even really see anything right now, apparently.
touya can't help but take comfort from that fact.
he stares down at the baby in his hands, a foreign choking feeling in his chest that threatens to swallow him whole. the same one he feels sometimes when he looks at you.
he rocks the baby gently, and that seems to soothe him--his little sounds trailing off and his eyes fluttering shut again.
"tou?"
touya's head snaps up towards the door.
you stand there, rubbing at your bleary eyes, watching him. he feels a wave of relief to see you there, even if he'd been hoping you would stay asleep.
"is everything okay?" you ask.
touya hums, clearing his throat a little. "he was making noises, didn't want him to wake you up so i carted him out here."
you shuffle over to him, your hand resting on his shoulder as you peer down at your son.
"he seems happy now," you say softly, your fingers brushing through the hairs at the nape of touya's neck, though your eyes are still on the baby. "i think he likes being held by you."
he swallows thickly, and it's quiet for a moment.
"he looks like my little brother."
your fingers pause in their gentle ministrations.
shouto was the last baby touya ever held, and that was years ago. decades even. but staring down at the little person in his hands, he remembers what it was like to hold his youngest sibling for the first time as vividly as if it were yesterday. how happy he was to do it.
"did you ever think that maybe that's because your little brother looks like you?"
touya freezes.
he doesn't see the resemblance between himself and his family anymore. he hasn't for years. not as his scars grew, his hair was dyed, and his heart hardened. the last reminder that he couldn't quite seem to shake, the final tie he could never sever, was his eyes.
there's a pricking behind them as he thinks of it, as he considers your words. maybe, were he able, he might even be crying. but instead he just stares at the little bundle in his hands. at the nose he thinks might be like his. the shut eyes that he suspects may have come from him too.
and he wonders if maybe you're right.
and if maybe he's grateful for it.
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soobnny · 8 months
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ten things yang jeongin says when he thinks you’re asleep — fluff, established relationship, a bit of angst
chan | lee know | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | JEONGIN
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one. i was thinking about you earlier. nothing in particular, just—who you are. and it made me wish i’d known you sooner. everything about my life right now is infinitely better now that you’re in it.
two. i’d give anything to stop time every moment that i’m with you.
three. i found my old diary when i went home today. i know, yes, i was an angsty teenage boy with a diary. i quickly went through it just to see what i wrote. ah, if you saw it, you’d definitely laugh. but… one entry caught my eye. it was from a few years ago and it was at a point of my life when i thought nobody could ever love me. not even in a romantic sense, just generally and i was praying to anyone who would listen that i’d find someone who’d understand. i’m glad i held on and didn’t break because a year later, i met you. funny how things turn out, right? i don’t even know why i’m telling you this. i just, i guess i just wanted to thank you for coming into my life. you’re the kind of person i always hoped i’d find.
four. i know i’m not the best at understanding emotions, but i feel them very deeply with you. please give me time. i promise i’ll get to know my feelings better.
five. seungmin told me earlier how i don’t say ‘i love you’ a lot. he’s right, but it’s only because i don’t want my expressions of love to be light. that’s why i don’t say it often because i don’t want it to be thrown around like that. i want to say it in important moments. but i find that i want to tell you that every day. i think it’s because every moment with you is important to me. so, please don’t think my words are empty when i say them too much. i promise it’s never light when i tell you i love you. i mean it. i mean it so much that sometimes it scares me.
six. do you know the exact moment i knew i was in love with you? i can still remember it clearly. it wasn’t anything crazy, in fact it was just an ordinary day. you were over at my dorm and we had been laughing at this romcom that just came out, and then i felt it. i felt it when i had looked at you, how i wouldn't mind doing this forever. i hope i can love you for the rest of my life.
seven. i always think back fondly of college because of you. it would've been hell if it wasn't with you.
eight. i was thinking earlier, about how fleeting life really is. i don't—i don't even know what triggered me to think about it. how someone could be alive one minute and then gone the next. i don't like that... i don't like how abrupt endings always are. i don't want any moment with you to be the last, god, i can't even bear the thought of losing you. ah, fuck, i'm crying. fuck, sorry. i just, please don't leave me. please don't let it happen to you. i know you have no control over it, but please, please, please. please.
nine. cheer up, darling. i know things don't look too good right now, but what if things just get better from now on? i promise that your efforts at healing are adding up, so just hold onto me for now. you will always have me to hold on to.
ten. you are the best thing that's ever been mine.
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gayerthanevertbh · 10 months
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my tears ricochet.
pairings: older!natasha romanoff x fem!reader
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summary: after your divorce from natasha, life was never the same again. and when you and her revisit the past, it made you realize how much you were always in love with her.
warnings: unprotected sex, g!p natasha, dirty talking, pet names, sex on the couch, fingering, dry humping, angst, and fluff - 18+ MINORS DNI.
word count: 4.7k
author’s note: hopefully you’ll enjoy this one! 
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You were once married to an Avenger. You felt seen and loved by this Avenger at some point, and you never doubted their feelings for you. But as time goes on, you two grow apart and lose touch with one another's emotions. You've become the stereotypical housewife who cooks for their individual party, provides the best sex that they require so that they never have to seek it elsewhere, washes their clothes, and takes care of them as they should be taken care of. But as the routine continues, you find yourself wanting more. The problem is that you feel guilty. Why should you feel bad about wanting more? Why should you feel guilty when everything is perfect? That's where you feel completely alone and unnoticed by the woman you love.
It continued for a year or two after your daughter turned six. You remember vividly that night when you had dinner with your family, and Natasha came home that night on a very cold night – well, morning. She was devastated, her hair was all over the place. She looked unhygienic, and you didn’t want to admit that to yourself. When you saw her by the door, you were angry. You were demanding her time for your daughter, but she always gave the same excuse. I’m doing this for our family, Y/n. Can’t you see that? You do appreciate what she gives. In fact, you never complained in your life.
After that argument, you brought a file of divorce papers and gave it to her before she left for another mission the following month. She appeared distressed by your actions and begged you - repeatedly - to wait for her until the mission was completed. But you simply told the older woman, "I'm done with this cycle, Nat. I can't do it anymore." When she got tired of convincing you to stay, she just nodded and left.
She was gone for at least 3 months around that time.
And when she returned home from Budapest, she found an empty house. The couch she bought in the first month of marriage was still sitting against the wall, but the majority of the furniture had vanished. She dashed into the bedroom, where she found the bed clean and an old vintage lamp on the floor. That's when she broke down - that's when she realized she'd messed up her marriage and that she'll never get you back.
Five months later, you won custody of your daughter with Natasha. Although Natasha could still see her daughter, you had complete control over whether or not she could take her out of the state. But Natasha mostly just listened to you and respected your wishes. She would come to see you twice a month, mostly to look after Riley while you were at work. And when you returned home, Natasha would leave you food that she had ordered while you were away.
Everything you two had in the past had come to an end; you were now civil with her, which was a new routine - and you liked it at times, but you missed her. You must have missed her terribly. It's as if whenever she was away on a mission or simply unavailable, you would reflect on the times you spent with the woman. She was so caring, intelligent, and romantic that you wondered if you could ever be as romantic as her. She gave you everything you deserved in life. So most of the time, you felt guilty and unwanted.
You wanted your wife back, your wife that she used to be.
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It was a Sunday afternoon, and you looked at the window noticing that the skies were gray once again. It had been raining in your state for quite some time, but you’re sure enough that there’ll be a storm around nighttime. You were making lunch while listening to quiet jazz music until Riley came to the room and asked: “Can I see Francis today, Mommy?”
You turned over your shoulder and jutted your lower lip out, knowing that it was too dangerous to go out and play.
“Honey I’m sorry, but I don’t think it’s possible today.”
She sighed, holding her teddy bear close to her chest.
“Francis wants to play with my dolls,” she said in a very tiny voice. “And there’s no school today, why can’t I play with her?”
“Because there’s a storm coming, sweetheart. We have to stay at home for now,” you walked towards your daughter and pecked her left cheek. She smiled at your gesture, it definitely warms your heart. “But guess what? Mama will be visiting later! She brought something for you.”
Her face brightens up, as her grin widens. “Really? Mama bought me another set of trains?”
“Well, she said it was a surprise,” you responded, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “But don’t worry, I’m sure my little girl would love it.”
After you finished preparing lunch, Riley went back to her room, and you continued working in the kitchen. Suddenly, you heard a bell coming from the front door. Natasha came into the house after hearing your daughter squeal before you could turn around. She ran to her mother and immediately embraced her tightly around the neck.
“Oh, my baby,” Natasha sighed, kissing her forehead. “I’ve missed you so much!”
“I missed you too, Mama,” Riley whispered, giggling as Natasha pinched her soft cheeks. “Did you bring me a toy?”
“Hmm, if I could get a kiss first.”
After giving Natasha a second peck on the cheek, Riley jumped to the ground to retrieve a box from behind her. You looked back at your daughter, curious to see what she had received from Natasha this time.
“It’s a train! The one I wanted!”
“I’ll give you everything you want, my darling. Everything.”
You chuckled, your arms crossed tightly across your stomach. “You’re spoiling her too much, Nat. She’s gonna expect this from you whenever you come back home from work.”
The older woman smiled at you kindly, and replied: “It’s the only time that I get to see her, so she deserves everything.”
You could tell by her smile that she yearned for you to give her another chance, which caused you to look away from her gaze and give your attention back to the kitchen, leaving the two pairs alone and playing.
You had this strange feeling inside of you that yearned for her as well, but you couldn't say it out loud. You could never admit that you missed her, despised her, and still loved her. You noticed Natasha playing with another toy train with Riley as you brought three plates to the dining table. You enjoyed watching them play; it was one of your greatest joys.
You can't say that out loud either.
You kept your mouth shut as always and continued to become hysterical.
As the hours passed, Natasha was putting Riley to sleep in order to get back to her house before the storm hit. You had just finished picking up, which meant that you were prepared to head to bed as soon as the older woman departed. As you passed by your bedroom, you noticed that Riley's door was cracked open just a little bit.
You decided to give it a shot and observed the two girls conversing.
“Do you miss Mommy?" Riley inquired, her face stricken with sadness: "It hurts you to see it.
Natasha nodded, which wasn’t so surprising.
"I do," she said quietly, as if it were a dirty secret, and pushed some of Riley's hair away from her face. “But it’s over now, sweetheart. We both agreed to be with you, though. So you’ll always see me, okay?”
“You’ll never disappear?”
Natasha smiled, tears welling up in the brim of her eyelids as she softly kissed her daughter's forehead. This scenery made your heart clench, and you realized how much it hurts to lose someone you care about in this way. It hurts way too much, it’s almost insane that you feel this way.
“I will never disappear, baby. I promise.”
“Do you still love Mommy?”
Natasha chuckled, placing the teddy bear in between your daughter’s arms.
“I love her with all of my heart, Riles. I will always love your mother.”
This feels like a train wreck for you, and you absolutely hated it.
"I hope Mommy loves you too," Riley yawned, her eyes fluttering shut as slumber overtook her. Natasha sighed deeply and turned off the bedside lamp. You hurried downstairs and prepared her jacket for her before she could leave the bedroom, so you wouldn't have to talk to her when she leaves.
You turn your head when Natasha comes back down, rubbing her left eye tiredly before smiling sadly at you.
“You have a place to stay?” you asked, knowing that somewhere deep in your heart, you’ll always be concerned for her.
“Yeah, I’ll be in New York for a little while before I find a new job.”
A new job? Since when did she want a new job?
You couldn’t help but ask, “What do you mean by a new job?”
The older redhead looks at you briefly and gazes at the ground, replying quietly to your question. “I retired.”
“From being an Avenger?” she nodded. You never expected this from her, not in your damn life. Why would she quit now? Her being an Avenger revolved around her life, it was her first happiness before she met you. So why would she quit now? You can’t keep your mouth shut.
“Why?”
She tucks her hand into her pockets, looking at you with bright green eyes.
“Because I’m done being an Avenger,” she said. “I just… want to live a normal life.”
“H-How are you going to get a job? You’re a criminal everywhere, Nat. I don’t think it’s–”
“Tony will be sending me money every once a month,” she chuckled, taking a few steps closer to you. “I deserve every ounce of it, anyway. But while he does that, I’ll do my best to find a job. Probably work as a mechanic, who knows?”
You nodded, giving her a sidelong glance.
“You’re gonna have a hard time.”
“I know,” Natasha whispered, giving you a sad smile. “But I can do it.”
“I know you can.”
For a while, neither of you moved, until a thunderclap shook the sky, causing you to jump. You chuckled as you walked into the living room and sat on the edge of the couch.
“I’m sorry, I just don’t like the sound of… that.”
“I know,” she chuckled wholeheartedly because deep down inside of her, she knew everything about you. Likes and dislikes. “You’re still cute.”
“Don’t flirt with me like that.” you pointed out, straightening your voice.
“Don’t flirt like what?”
“Like you want me back.”
Natasha pushes back her hair – which you notice how short it was – and asked quietly, “You don’t want me to flirt with you?”
“Does it look like I want you to?”
"No," her heart clenches at the sound of your voice, making her more tense - which sometimes scares her because she doesn't like seeing you angry; it's one of her flaws. “But you know my answer, you know what I want.”
She can be too honest at times like this, too bold whenever she has the chance. You gave her a solemn look before turning away. Because showing your vulnerability to her will make you appear to want her as much as she does. But you want her, and you want her badly.
Natasha walks in front of you and kneels on the ground, softly touching your knee with her calloused hands. You look at her gesture but don't appear to move away from it. She looked at you with puffy cheeks and eyes that were more sorrowful than usual.
“Have you found someone else?”
You shake your head, she continued.
“Do you want me back?”
You shake your head once more, and this is when she lets out a quiet sympathetic laugh.
“You’re lying to me, Y/n.”
“I’m telling the truth,” you stated, pushing the tears away from your eyes. She tries to hold your hand, but you pull away from her grasp – showing a hurtful expression on her face. “Natasha, we can’t.”
“I promise I’ll be good to you this time…”
“That’s–” you let out a stressful sigh and pinch your nose bridge. “I don’t want to fight, okay? We both agreed to be civil for our daughter, so let’s just keep doing that.”
“I never stopped thinking about you.”
“Nat–”
"I still love you," her voice and touch become more desperate. "When we divorced, I never looked at anyone else in my life except you," she sniffled. “I never dared to touch a woman because I still love you. Did you know that? You have no idea how many times I've thought about you in a day, how many times I want to love you all over again - like you deserve to be loved."
You pushed her away as you turned your body away from her, more tears streaming down your cheeks. You've become weak once more, far too weak when it comes to her. Natasha tries to touch you, but she stays put.
“You’re being ridiculous,” you muttered, throwing your hands in the air. “Who asked you to be devoted to me after our divorce? You’re making yourself miserable because I’m never going to fall in love with you ever again!”
“You know what you’re saying is not true, Y/n,” Natasha shakes her head, biting her lower lip. “You know that’s not true.”
“You’re just a pain in the ass for not believing it then! God, you’re so hard to talk to.”
She mumbled, “Fine. Maybe I’m a pain in the ass, but at least I have never lied to you. I have been devoted to you since I first met you, and I never looked at anyone the moment I fell in love with you. You’ve become my whole world, my entire being. You are what I breathe and what I take, you are what I need when I go to bed and when I need to be loved. Every time I get back home from a mission, I crave your hugs. Because they only make me feel better when it’s you because it’ll always be you!”
You let out a hiccup, which you never expected, and watched Natasha’s throat bobbing as she controlled her tears. You were supposed to have a good night, but things got out of hand once more and you just painfully wanted to go to sleep and forget about how you two got here. But your emotions took over you, and it did for her as well.
“You were always gone, Natasha,” you sobbed, feeling your voice lighter as you hugged your torso. She turned her gaze away from you, knowing what she had done. “I respect what you do, but I needed you as well. I needed you to help me take care of Riley, I needed you when we were going broke. I needed you when Riley turned s-six, and I needed you when I couldn’t handle that cycle anymore.”
"But you weren't there," you sniffled, wiping your tears with the hem of your shirt. "You decided to spend more time with your friends at the pub, decided not to read my message when I needed money for the rent, and especially when it was our wedding anniversary! You didn’t give a damn about me and our marriage, you only cared when you were hurt! But what about me, Nat? What about me? I was always hurting when you were gone!”
“Baby…”
You lift a finger at her, letting out a sarcastic laugh. “Don’t call me that, you don't get to call me that.”
“I’m sorry–”
"I know you're a loyal woman," you said, smiling briefly. "I believe you would never cheat on me. But sometimes maybe I prefer you cheating on me so I have a reason to leave your stupid ass! You hurt me, Natasha. You're always causing me pain! And you know what’s worse? I still fucking love you!”
You tried standing up to avoid the agonizing silence, but two strong hands held your waist down, her head motioning to your chest. She sobbed alongside you, desperately kissing your neck. You tried to push her away, but you let her hand move to your torso until she wrapped her arms around you tightly. Natasha sobbed until your shirt was soaked in her tears.
"I'm here now," she said quietly, looking you in the eyes as she always does. “I’m here now and I’m so sorry you felt that way, darling. I’m sorry, okay? I’m really sorry for everything, I didn’t mean to hurt you this way. I just… I wanted what’s best for you a-and our beautiful daughter.”
You were aware of this. Of course, you were aware of this. Natasha would go out of her way for you and your daughter. She would move the moon for you, giving you what you needed until you could truly say you were satisfied. But money, even if it was luxurious, was not always the solution. It was her love that prevailed.
“We’re meant to be together,” she continues to sob, holding your face as she brings your forehead against hers. “You’re always going to be the first girl I’ll lay eyes on. I love you so much, darling. I love you too much to let you go.”
You shake your head, knowing that you could always come back to her with her sweet words and innocent touch - which you didn't want. But, knowing yourself too well, you desired that above all else in the world.
She took advantage of the opportunity to softly kiss your lips, letting out a quiet moan as she feels your lips after a long time of desperately wanting to taste you again. She draws your face in closer, refusing to let you go. She probes the depths of your mouth, re-memorizing you - as she always does. You couldn't push her away because you felt her tongue on the roof of your mouth. Natasha has captured your heart once more, and you know you don't want to let go.
The older woman pulled away with a smacking sound before whispering, “I fucked up bad, I know that now. But I promise you, I will be good to you this time, little girl. I promise, okay? I’m here now, I’m never going far away again.”
Give her a chance, explore the moment. You want her, you know it yourself.
You stared deeply into the wonders of her eyes, taking a moment of happiness. After months and months of sorrow, of mourning for that matter, you finally have her again – you needed to take it all in.
“I know,” you smiled, feeling more tears in your eyes. “I’m giving you another chance.”
Natasha gently pushes you back onto the couch and separates your legs so she can get in between them. She kisses you slowly and sensuously, her hands exploring the side of your waist until her fingers are hooked into your shorts. "I've thought about this moment, did you know that?" she pulls her lips away for a brief moment.
You moaned when you felt your shorts being pulled down from your legs, feeling the cold air hit your skin as you felt more of her open-mouth kisses on your jaw and all the way down to your neck. The redhead brought her thumb to your face cheek and made circular motions while staring down at you, smiling to herself. Finally, she had you once again. She couldn’t believe it.
“D-Do you want to do it here?” she asked hastily, after removing your undergarments. You nodded, looking from the side to find protection – which seems to be not in the living room since you don’t put those kinds of stuff in your house. And plus, you haven’t had sex in a while. “Baby, I don’t have a condom with me.”
"It's okay," you said, catching her lips and feeling her warm breath enter your mouth. She moaned lowly above you, unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down to her ankles. “You have to pull out, though.”
“Yeah,” she mumbled, her tongue darting on the skin of your neck, groaning to herself. “Oh, you make me so happy… You want me to fuck you here? Out in the open? What if our Riley–”
“She’s dead asleep,” you giggled, massaging her dick through her boxers as you received a long, strained moan from her, which turned you on even more. “You’re getting hard, Tasha…”
“Rub it, baby,” she whispers, rushing down her words. You squint your eyes to see an evident wet patch on her underwear, continuing to stroke your hand onto her covered cock. “Oh fuck, that’s it–Mmph… your hand f-feels so good.”
You take your time to stroke her cock through her boxers, watching her whimper and biting her lip to prevent letting out loud sounds wake your daughter up. You enjoyed doing this, watching the woman immensely falling apart for you, and the more you stroked her harder and faster, the more she rolls her hips down on you.
You began to ask, “You want to fuck me?”
“Uh-huh,” she muttered, her thumb circling your clit, smirking as you began to let out tiny moans. “Y-You like it when I touch you like this, kotenok?”
“Please–”
"You're so wet for me," she says softly as two of her fingers spread through your folds, almost entering your tight entrance. She shudders above you, then continues to finger your cunt until she is satisfied. “I’m gonna put it in now, okay? Let me just pull down my underwear.”
Her cock grew another inch after she removed her boxers. She almost sits up and strokes her thick length, watching her bulbous head turn red with torment. You observe her hand stroking her penis while your inner walls clench each time pre-cum dribbles on your lower stomach, a string connecting to your skin and to her head. She slides her hand beneath your shirt, gasping as she feels your nipple harden against her palm.
“Gonna break you in, again?” she chuckles, strongly kissing your lips. You held her face as the tip of her cock was at your entrance, moving the head up and down to gather more of your juices – which felt sensitive. “Shh, keep your voice down little girl, you’re gonna wake our daughter up.”
Once she slid inside of you, you and her moaned together as the air thickened around the room. Natasha holds your waist closer to hers, slowly ripping you apart once again. She stutters out a moan before pressing her lips on the corner of your mouth, pushing more of her length until both of your pelvises have touched.
“Fuck,” she whispers, looking down at both of your sex. “Y-Youre so tight, and so warm… you take my dick so good, little girl.”
“Tasha,” you moaned out her name as your voice got pitchier. “T-Too big.”
“You can take it,” Natasha mumbled as she slowly pulls out, pushing back in once again without any restraints. “Too small for my dick, huh?”
She continued this motion, slowly pulling out and pushing back in while peppering kisses all over your face. You scratched her back, wanting to hold onto something while she let out a hiss, but smirked because she liked it whenever you did that to her. The older woman starts to pick up an unusual pace since you both had to be quiet or else you would get caught red-handed.
“I like the way your pussy clenches around me,” Natasha grunted as she got turned on even more by the sloshing sounds coming down from your cunt. “You like this, huh? You like being fucked by me? Ruining you all over again? Tell me you like this…”
You gasped for air as you fluttered your eyes closed, feeling her thick cock pounding into you slowly. “I-I love this,” you mewled. “Go faster, Tash. Ruin my pussy.”
“Argh, you want me to ruin your pussy?”
“Uh-Huh…”
She withdraws her length from your pussy, slapping her head against your clit, causing you to moan aloud. “Okay, baby. I’ll ruin this fucking tight pussy.”
Natasha covers your mouth with her damp hand as she continues to roll her hips into you, the couch creaking and shifting slightly. She thrusts into you at a faster pace, your skin slapping together, filling the room with wet noises. She smirked, biting her own lip and containing her own pleasurable moans as she looked down at your sweaty face.
“Can’t c-control myself when I’m with you,” she whispers breathlessly, whimpering each time her head hits your spot. “Fuck, you’re taking me all in, huh? You’re such a good little girl, baby. Such a good little girl…”
"Ah!" you screamed into her hand as you felt her penis pistoning inside of you, the creaking of your couch becoming more audible, and you're sure Riley's room can hear it. You put your hand on her hips to slow her down, and she did. But she kept giving hard thrusts, moaning each time she was buried deep inside you.
“You make me want to bust my nut into you,” the woman panted hard, her hips making circular motions to keep maneuvering her cock inside of your depth walls. “Gonna remove my h-hand now, okay? Stay quiet.”
She slowly moves her hand away from your mouth and kisses your lips with such need, her hands moving up and down on your waist as she continues to fuck you on the couch, her ass clenching each time she hits the spot inside of you that she loved. She looked behind her shoulder to see if her daughter was awake, but she was glad she wasn't anywhere near both of you.
She continued to pound you hard into the cushions, lifting your hips to the side so she could go deeper into you.
“Ugh yeah,” she whined as she shut her eyes tightly. “Shit, shit shit… Take it all in, sweet girl. F-Fuck me!”
“You feel so good inside of me,” you let out a long moan, threading your fingers through her short hair. “Keep going, Tasha. K-Keep going.”
"Oh my fucking god, you're taking me so well," she begins, making the entire couch shake and creak loudly. She didn't care if anyone heard you both, but if her daughter awoke from the strange sound coming from the living room, she would quickly pull out. Despite knowing her daughter was a heavy sleeper, she continued to rock her hips back and forth until there were red marks on your thighs. “Take it, take it, take it…”
Your moans started to get louder and louder, and you were holding Natasha tightly from her back as you felt your inner walls being abused by her penis, her thick long dick. The woman starts to helplessly moan and kisses your mouth hard.
“I’m gonna fucking cum all over your stomach,” she whispers slowly to you, bringing your hips up and down to take her length all the way inside of you. “You wanna cum with me, baby doll? Wanna cum with me? Oh fuck, I’m going to blow–”
Natasha pulls out quickly as she presses the tip of her cock against your clit, furiously rubbing it to catch your orgasm. You grabbed her neck and screamed, "I'm cumming! I’m gonna cum–Oh my god, Nat… I’m gonna cum!”
“Me too, baby! I’m here now–shit!”
You roll your eyes back as you feel your legs twitching from your orgasm, the head of her cock rubbing up and down on your clit, intensifying your orgasm. As the world darkens around you, you arch your back, knowing that it has become this much for you. Natasha looks down at your face and pumps her cock hard, spitting thick sperm all over your cunt, coating your clit and folds. She lets out a deep moan and thrusts her dick into her hand as she continues to cum. Her thick sperm coated your cunt, but most of it was on your lower stomach.
Her balls contracted as she continued to pump herself. As soon as she slows down, she sighs heavily and hugs you from behind, kissing your reddened cheeks while smiling softly down at you. Natasha whispered, “That was amazing, baby girl. You did such a great job for me.”
"Thank you," you muttered as you fell asleep, too tired to speak and too tired to think. Natasha recognized this and decided to kiss you on the cheek one last time before standing up to find a blanket for the two of you, butt naked. She decides to slip her unhardened cock inside your vagina once she is comfortable with her position behind you and sleeps peacefully on your warm walls hugging her dick.
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i got lazy at the end but hope you enjoyed this one!
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grandlinedreams · 4 months
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Ok I loved the whole reader is Kid’s/Killer’s sister. And I can just imagine her and Kid not getting along, and when the heart pirates and kid pirates run into each other, reader and Kid are like two cats fighting. Then Killer picks reader up under her arms like a kitten, and hands her to Law, all like, “this is yours”.
Could you make this happen please? 😭😭
I told myself I wouldn’t send anymore requests till they went down a bit more, but this scenario wouldn’t leave my head, and I wanted to see it come to life with your words. Asdfghjkl I’m sorry 😅
LMAO YES i loved writing it 🥺 but also don't apologize bb, I got you!!
[Heads up!: semi/non-canon compliant (idk either around Sabaody or in the 2 year ts), established relationship, sibling antics (Reader and Kid), cursing, silliness]
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You love your brother, you swear that you do. You've stuck with him through thick and thin and at the end of the day, woe to anyone who tries to hurt him while you're around.
That being said, however, that doesn't necessarily mean that you like your brother or his general attitude towards anyone that isn't part of his crew.
Part of you gets it, truly ㅡ there's been plenty of skepticism and mockery when it comes to Kid and his goal in life. Finding the One Piece is a pretty lofty ambition, but you have no doubts your brother has the determination it takes. He's hostile because of it though, less keen on asking questions and more on the offensive ㅡ and his attitude towards Law's crew is no different.
Perhaps it's made worse, actually, for the fact that you're currently in a relationship with Law. Something your brother knows, and hates. Which is why you've found yourself, predictably, in another argument with him.
Anger boils in your veins as you raise your voice to match Kid's. "Stop treating me like I'm an idiot! I'm a grown adult!"
"Then act like it, damn it!" Your brother snaps back. "I don't have time to babysit you anyways!"
"Nobody asked you to, youㅡ" You yelp as hands hook under yours, your feet leaving the ground as you're lifted up. You know who it is, the only one besides Kid who'd dare to lift you like this in the first place. "Killer, put me down. Now."
The masked pirate ignores your demand, unbothered by the way you squirm in his hold before he sets you down in front of the Law and a handful of his crew, who've been watching this shitshow go down silently.
"This one is all yours," Killer tells Law, hand on your head and ignoring the way you swat at his touch, eyes narrowed and teeth gritted in annoyance. "For now."
"You can't just hand me off like I'm a package," you grumble, "are you that desperate to get rid of me? I didn't even do anything wrong!"
"Not getting rid of you," Killer cuts in, "just giving you some time away from Kid. I think you both need it."
Ever the voice of reason against his captain, Killer has a point ㅡ you could do with a couple weeks (or more) away from your brother and his crew, and who better to hand you off to?
You're sure Kid could think of better (or worse) people to leave you with, but all he does is scowl, silented by the firm steer of Killer back the way they'd come.
You watch your brother and his crew retreat, the scene not unfamiliar even as you sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. "How mad do you think they'd be if I stayed with you permanently?"
You don't raise your voice and it's not quite an intentional needle to Kid, but he still comes to a halt and glares at you over his shoulder. "I heard that," he snaps, "don't even think about it!"
You adopt a face of innocence that lasts just long enough for your brother to turn back around, then glance at Law, who tilts his head. "The offer does stand," he says, even though there's a teasing gleam to his eyes that you grin at.
"I don't think I'll be truly leaving my crew anytime soon," you say as Law's own crew heads back towards the Polar Tang, and you wait until they've gone to snag your fingers in the front of Law's shirt, tugging playfully. "But I could be convinced to stay a little longer."
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steventhusiast · 7 months
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STWG daily prompt 14/9/23
prompt: "You know what? It's not me, it's you."
pairing/character(s): steddie
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Steve tries to ignore his father's irritated gaze as he eats his food. Bringing Eddie to a rare dinner with his parents was definitely a bold move, but he knows that if Eddie wasn't here he wouldn't survive it. Steve could barely force himself to come back to Hawkins for it, but his mother had guilted him into it.
It's so hard to pretend not to be hurt when his parents ask him things that prove they know nothing about him. (Especially now that he's nearing thirty and has started thinking about having kids himself.) But it's easier with Eddie's hand on his knee, his thumb rubbing back and forth for comfort.
"Steven, I thought I told you this was a family dinner." Robert says, pointedly looking over at Eddie.
To his credit, Eddie looks very comfortable despite the uncomfortable situation. He's meeting Robert's eyes for the subtle glares, and hasn't toned himself down at all. Steve's so glad he's here.
"Yep. You did." Steve answers his father, voice clipped.
Robert rolls his eyes, and that's when Linda finally speaks up. She's nicer about things than Robert is, but it couldn't be more fake. She offers Eddie and Steve a very tense fake smile.
"I think what Robert's trying to say is that we didn't expect you to bring a friend, sweetheart."
This time Steve rolls his eyes. How many times does he have to come out to them for them to stop ignoring it.
"Eddie's not a friend, mom. You know this."
"Steven." Robert warns.
"No, dad. I'm fucking tired of it." Steve says with an incredulous laugh, and Eddie gives his knee a gentle squeeze to catch his gaze.
"It's okay, Stevie."
The sweet tone of Eddie's voice calms Steve a little, and he's about to take a deep breath when Robert slices through the sweet moment.
"Now you're letting him call you a girl's name? I can't believe what this miscreant is doing to you, Steven."
Eddie rolls his eyes at the comment, and from the set of his jaw Steve knows he's gritting his teeth to hold himself back.
"You used to be such a lovely boy, Steven. But if you're still... Adamant about this lifestyle, then I don't know if we can support it. It's very unreasonable and irresponsible of you." Linda adds on.
Steve laughs again at the insinuation that they've ever supported him at all, and lifts a hand to run through his hair as he thinks through his next words.
"No, mom. You know what? It's not me that's being an unreasonable piece of shit here. It's you two. You practically dragged me back to this shithole because you're 'grieving' grandma. I didn't want to come. I don't want to be here right now. But I am. And you're just..." He trails off and makes a vague gesture to the two of them.
Linda's mouth has dropped open from her own son swearing at her, and Robert's face is twisted into an expression of anger. Steve doesn't know why he thought this was anywhere close to a good idea.
"I mean what is this? Why am I here? I am twenty nine years old, and I will not sit here and listen to you talk to the man I love like this."
He makes direct eye contact with Robert as he speaks, not softening his glare at all. If his parents are going to drop the facade of respect, so is he. In fact, after glaring at his parents for a few seconds, he just gets up, grabs Eddie's hand, and pulls him toward the door.
"Fuck this." He mutters as they leave.
"That sucked." Eddie comments once they're in their car, and Steve huffs out a strained laugh as he nods. Now that they're out of that situation, and his adrenaline is starting to crash, inexplicable tears are starting to well in his eyes, "But you have also never been hotter. Standing up to the man like that? Most elaborate foreplay ever, Stevie-bee."
And then the ridiculousness of that comment shocks a laugh out of him, and the tears are gone. He grins over at Eddie and shakes his head at how Eddie's clearly holding back his own laughter.
God, he loves him.
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talaok · 7 months
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I was thinking about the reader having a close guy friend who has a crush on her and it makes pedro jealous and angry that why the reader can't realize it?
pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader
warnings: angst, jealousy
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"You know, I was thinking that tomorrow we could go to that sushi place you like" Pedro called from the bathroom, as he finished brushing his teeth.
You smiled to yourself as you got into bed before remembering something.
"Tomorrow?" you asked
"yes" He nodded, walking into the bedroom "We haven't gone there in a while"
"It's just...Steve asked me to go out with him tomorrow"
Even if he was turned around, you could see all his muscles tense.
"Steve?"
"yeah," you confirmed, "maybe we could go out the day after tomorrow?"
"Just the two of you?" He ignored your proposal, finally facing you
The question confused you a little bit
"Yup, he said we haven't seen each other in a while and he missed me"
"of course" he chuckled, a trace of bitterness in his tone
"What?" you frowned
"Nothing I'm just wondering if he'll finally use this opportunity to propose"
"What are you talking about baby?"
"oh c'mon you know" 
"no, I don't know" 
He was looking at you as if you had just admitted to not knowing how much 2+2 is.
"y/n listen as much as I'd like to believe you, I know you're way too smart not to know what I'm talking about"
You threw your blanket off your body, suddenly hot.
"Pedro" you stated as calmly as you could "I'm telling you, I have no idea what you're trying to say"
"oh really?" he raised his eyebrows, "you don't know? You don't know why I don't like when you hang out with the same guy who has not missed a single opportunity to tell you how beautiful or amazing or perfect you are? Who texts you 24/7? Who literally comes running whenever you need anything?"
Your mouth was parted but you needed a moment to process his words before being able to come up with some of your own.
"What are talking about?" 
He sighed frustratedly, running a hand through his hair
"I'm talking about the fact that he likes you! That he- actually you know what, I'm talking about the fact that he's in love with you y/n!"
And there it was
It was as if time had stilled, as if the world had stopped spinning.
Why was he getting so angry about this? How long had he been keeping this to himself?
And most importantly-what the actual fuck was he on about?
"Steve is my friend Pedro- I've known him for like six years, just cause he's a good friend doesn't mean he likes me" you sighed "Since when do you get jealous? This is not like you"
"are you serious?" he dropped his hands by his sides "You seriously don't fucking see it?"
"what? What is there to see?" you gestured, getting up from the bed
"y/n he gave you roses on valentines day!" he huffed a laugh raising his head to the ceiling "What friend does that?"
"that-that doesn't mean anything it was just a nice gesture it didn't mean anything"
"of course" he paused a moment before looking at you again, so many emotions clouding his eyes they almost looked a different color "y/n I don't know if you're lying to yourself or if you actually don't see it, but I'm telling you- he likes you"
"wh-" you stuttered, unable to do anything but beg your brain to start working again.
"he looks at you like your an angel sent from heaven y/n" he sighed "and you are, you know that, but I'm the only one who's supposed to feel that way" he said "not- not fucking Steve too"
"he-he's just a friend" you muttered,
you didn't know if you were telling yourself or him anymore
"I know he is" he nodded "but I also know that's not everything he wants to be"
"how-how would you know?"
"Because I'm not blind, baby!" he insisted, getting closer to you "because I would bet a million dollars that if you called him right now and told him you liked him he'd come running!"
"that's not true! We're just friends- he- he doesn't like me that way"
"y/n c'mon!" he groaned "How do you think it makes me feel? To see him drooling over my girlfriend every time we go out?"
"Pedro he doesn't like me!"
"He does! And I'm tired of pretending he doesn't" Frustration was tracing his every word "He needs to get a fucking grip, Someone needs to tell him how things actually are, and if you don't wanna do it then I gladly will"
"what do you even mean?"
"I mean telling him to back off!"
"Pedro I-"
"please-" he stopped you, his voice lower now, more pleading "please don't tell me again that he doesn't like you"
"but-"
"ok how 'bout this" he interrupted you again, "You ask him"
"What?"
"yeah, if you're so sure he doesn't like you why not just ask him?"
"Because... because it's weird"
"it's not weird- and if he's an honest man he'll tell you the truth"
You stared at him
Was he serious?
"Are you being serious?"
"one hundred percent" he nodded "Tomorrow" he stated, "you ask him, and I'm coming too"
"you're not coming"
He cocked an eyebrow "I'll be outside, I don't want him trying any weird shit"
"Pedro..."
"I just- I'm tired of it y/n"
You sighed "fine" before sitting back on the bed, feeling all your energy drained.
He sat beside you after a moment
"How long have you kept this to yourself?" you finally broke the silence, turning to him just to find his gaze already on you.
"Since I met him"
"Pedro...that was 2 years ago" 
"I know"
You paused, again
"You know that I would never cheat on you, right?"
"of course I do" he sighed "It's just- him... I don't like him"
You let out a small laugh "Yeah, I gathered"
"I can't help it" he murmured, his hand going to stroke your cheek "There can only be one man all over you" he smiled a lazy smile "and luckily... that man happens to be me"
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suuuupernovaaa · 9 months
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Taxi Cab
Hobie Brown x f!Reader
She would never hurt anyone. He would hurt anyone for her.
Before Hobie, nothing very eventful ever happened in my life. I grew up in a happy home, went to a good school, and decided to become an art teacher. I got good grades, I made life long friendships with people similar to me, and I kept my head down and minded my business.
Though it's been nearly half a year since he came rocketing into my life, I still can't put my finger what exactly drew Hobie to me. We don't have a lot in common. Where I am passive, Hobie is active and fierce. Where I am lenient, Hobie is harsh. Until Hobie, I had never listened to punk music, considered anarchy, or pierced a single thing on my body.
Well, I still haven't done the last one. Besides my ears. Needles are too much for me. Sometimes I get nervous that the spikes on Hobie's wardrobe are going to stick me.
Hobie is a force. He's dangerous, he's passionate, he's larger than life. Being near Hobie is addictive. He has a gravity around him that draws people in, but it tends to spit them out at much the same rate.
For some reason, I've been able to hang on. Sometimes it feels like clinging for dear life, until he reminds me how much he cares.
Even though he can do that in odd ways.
Like tonight.
Ever since I met Hobie, trouble seems to follow me around. I've been mugged twice, had my tires slashed, and even had to move because someone broke into my apartment and trashed the place.
My parents are becoming increasingly alarmed, only satisfied in the fact that Spider-Punk always seems to be nearby. They don't necessarily approve of Spider-Punk (I mean, most don't), but they do at least appreciate that he seems to be looking out for me.
Which is so weird! Hobie can't figure it out either, but he says Spider-Punk is a narcissistic asshole who only saves people to get attention for himself.
He might just be mad that I said I thought Spider-Punk seemed like he'd be cute, under the mask.
I was hoping my luck had turned around and I wouldn't need to run into Spider-Punk again for a while, but I guess that was just silly optimism. On my way to Hobie's with two large bags of groceries in hand, I'm stopped suddenly in the middle of the sidewalk when a taxi cab crashes directly into a fire hydrant.
The fire hydrant lets loose a typhoon of water in my direction, and I scramble to the right to get out of the water, but it's too late. I'm soaked.
"Oi!" I hear the unmistakable sound of Hobie yelling. He was heading my direction after I told him the bags were getting heavy, and arrived just in time to witness the crash. He wrenches open the door of the car and pulls out the taxi driver. He seems unharmed, a little shaken up, with heavy bags under his eyes and a wobble in his step.
Drunk or high.
"You could've killed someone!" Hobie is shouting, looking over at me and then back at the driver. "I ought to kick your fucking arse." He pushes the man against the side of his cab as the water continues to spray. I drop the groceries, mostly ruined now, and approach Hobie.
The man is muttering something under his breath, and as I reach them, I can smell the liquor coming through his pores.
I grab Hobie's arm. "I'm okay. Come on."
"No, I saw it, he nearly killed you, Y/N. Just a few feet over, you'd be gone. Then I'd have to fuckin' kill him!" Hobie slams him against his car one more time, and I pull on his arm harder.
"But he didn't. The cops are on their way. Let's go. I need help carrying the groceries, and it's too cold for me to be all wet."
Hobie looks at me finally, really looks at me, and then with one more burning glance at the inebriated taxi driver, gruffly releases his collar and turns to me.
Effortlessly, he scoops me up into his arms, bridal-style, and I gasp. He strides with ease over to our drowned groceries, and bends down, picking them up in his hands.
"Jesus, have you been working out?" I ask.
His face is too tense for a smile, but the corners of his mouth twitch. Despite my protests, he carries me into his building and up three flights of stairs, only setting me down once we are safe inside the walls of his apartment.
Without me asking, he goes into his room and brings out a pair of leggings I've left here before, and one of his t-shirts. I change in the bathroom, drying my hair as best I can with a towel, before going back to the kitchen to see what can be salvaged of the groceries.
"I think I can still do something with this! The bread is gone but, homemade bread crumbs aren't like, necessary. They're just fancy." I turn to see Hobie leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, still scowling. "Uh, or I can go to the store, if the homemade bread crumbs were like, important."
I let out a yelp of surprise when Hobie pushes himself off the counter and strides towards me, grabbing me by the shoulders and bringing me to him for a rough, passionate kiss.
In moments, I meld into him, wrapping my arms around his waist as his fingers find their way into my hair, and his tongue enters my mouth.
This kiss feels different. Urgent, feverish, desperate. He holds me tightly, pressing me so close to him it feels like he wants us to be one person, like he would climb right into my skin.
I pull away for just a moment, gasping for breath. "Are you okay?" I say on an exhale.
Hobie stares down at me intensely, his hands still in my hair, his eyes wild and the corners of his mouth turned downward.
"I would do anything to keep you safe," he says flatly. "There's no limit to what I'd do."
I bring my hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks, nodding. "I know, Hobie."
"I would have killed that man if you hadn't stopped me."
I know he's exaggerating to make a point, but a chill runs up my spine a the way he says it so calmly, with no hint of irony. I remember his chest heaving, the wild look in his eyes as he held that drunk man up against his own car.
He looked out for blood.
"I'm okay, Hobie. So are you."
"Move in with me. You hate that new place. Stay here."
We've only known each other six months. We're barely adults. I make no money as a new teacher and I honestly haven't figured out how Hobie seems to make so much money off the gigs he plays. It's too soon to move in together. It's not smart.
But I love him. And he loves me. We haven't said it yet, but I don't know that we need to. I can see it in his eyes, feel it while he holds me, taste it on his lips.
He loves me.
"Okay."
"Today. Like, we can get your stuff later, but don't sleep there anymore. Stay with me."
I nod and lean forward, pressing my forehead to his chest. His hands finally leave my hair, and wrap tightly around my shoulders. I listen to his heartbeat - rapid at first, but as we stand there, silently clinging to each other, it begins to slow down.
He's pressing soft kisses to the top of my head, humming quietly, and I've never felt more in love.
I've never felt more cared for, more loved in return, more safe.
Six months or sixty years. I don't think it matters.
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keerysfreckles · 26 days
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Hi, can plz request something during the episode where the girls go skinny dipping with Nicole and her friends so the reader is friends with Belly and has feelings for Conrad. Conrad likes her too but is afraid of his feelings. Conrad receives a call from the reader that she is stuck with Belly and Taylor in the middle of the street with their clothes gone. Conrad and Jeremiah go to pick them up and the reader leaves with Conrad. In the car, they end up confessing their feelings for one another. And the reader is the same age as Conrad plz
getaway car — conrad fisher
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pairing: conrad fisher x fem!reader
warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, slight swearing, s1 scenes used, not exact dialogue!!!!
a/n: first conrad fic im scared 🙈
masterlist !
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you weren't sure what you hated more. the fact that nicole and the other debutante bitches left you, belly and taylor stranded with no clothes. or the feeling of the cold tarp wrapped around your body.
it's only been eight minutes since the three of you left the dock of hopper's cove, still just as cold and naked as you were when you left.
you knew nicole didn't like you, but to do this shit to belly and taylor? it was just too messed up.
you and nicole had history. you saw her and conrad making out at a random party last summer. the same summer you told conrad you've loved him for the past four years of your life. the same summer conrad fisher broke your heart.
instead of taking you the deb ball just like he promised at the beginning of the june, he took nicole instead. ever since nicole has hated you. now hate may be a strong word, but it was the only correct term in this situation.
three minutes pass and you, belly and taylor have barely made any progress on the dark asphalt. your feet are starting to ache as tiny pebbles and dumps edge into your skin.
"why can't you just call jeremiah to pick us up?" you hear taylor ask belly.
"because it's too messy," belly replies, "that's too much drama."
"drama?" you repeat, "bells we're stuck, naked in the middle of a road."
taylor nods, "yeah, this is how people get murdered."
another minute passes until taylor speaks up again.
"wait, y/n why can't you call conrad?"
belly agrees, "i mean he did leave you that text."
you sigh, knowing what belly was talking about. it's also why you think nicole left you three stranded.
conrad texted you while you were all skinny dipping. you were too engrossed in your conversation with belly and taylor, so gigi telling nicole she had gotten a text flew into one ear and out the other.
you soon found out the text wasn't from nicole's phone, but from your own. it was from conrad, explaining how he'd happily take you to the deb ball this year, and how he hoped to explain himself for how he acted this summer.
"i can't call conrad," you shake your head.
belly and taylor share a confused look.
"why not?" belly speaks up.
"it's too messy" you slightly giggle as you recite the three words belly stated moments ago.
"if i call jere, will you call conrad?" belly asks, now you three are stopped, more closer to the curb.
you sigh, knowing the looks your getting from your two friends will make you unable to say no.
"fine," you finally respond. you and belly move your phones to be able to see the screens, and belly calls jeremiah first, you call conrad right after.
you all agree to sit on the curb, it's not comfortable but it beats standing for the time it takes for the fisher brothers to arrive. you sit in silence, not an uncomfortable one, as you all process tonight's events.
taylor turns her head first, then belly, then you. jeremiah's jeep comes down the road first, followed by conrad's car.
"jesus bells," jeremiah's quick to run over to you, with conrad beside him with a shopping bag.
"nicole told me everything," your gaze met conrad's before he spoke again. "we broke it off, there's nothing happening between us anymore."
belly talks to jere for a moment, before the two boys hold the boat tarp open, creating a shield for you to change. taylor rips open the bag and belly hands you your clothes you were wearing earlier. one of conrad's sweatshirts you couldn't force yourself to get rid of, along with a pair of jean shorts and your dirty white converse.
"i'll go with jere," belly speaks up after you all are dressed. jeremiah throws the tarp in the back of his jeep, as belly jumps into the passenger side.
you share a glance with conrad, "i'll actually go with connie, if that's okay?"
taylor nods, before asking belly if she can join her and jeremiah.
the group disperses. now awkward silence fills conrad's car, with a pop song quietly playing on the radio. which was doing nothing to ease the tension between the two eighteen year olds.
"thank you," you finally break the tension in the car. you turn to conrad, who looks at you for a second.
"you know i'd come in a heartbeat when you call," his voice is soft.
you can't help but blush at his words.
"did you um," you think about how you're going to word your question, "did you mean what you said? about nicole?"
you watch conrad nod, "yeah. she told me she was done playing games with me, and then mentioned how college guys are waiting for her in boston."
you let out a laugh at the end of his response, making him chuckle as well.
"she always said she has a thing for older guys," you joke.
after a moment, conrad speaks again. "she also mentioned you."
your heart speeds up slightly at his words. what had she told him? your eyebrows furrow.
"she told me ever since last summer, i would hardly keep you out of my sight. she said something changed in me last summer, and she noticed, but didn't tell me. i guess she wanted me to figure it out for myself."
his words only confuse you more. he doesn't get an answer out of you right away, causing him to pull the car over to the curb, maybe less than ten minutes away from your own summer home.
"what did you have to figure out?" you watch as he turns to you, resting on hand on yhe steering wheel.
conrad takes in a small breath, "last summer i noticed you more than i did before, and it scared me. i realized things that i wish would've happened a long time ago."
he pauses, and you stare at him with intent, wanting him to continue.
"i know i pushed you away last summer, i ditched you for nicole, and i'm sorry. truly sorry y/n."
never in your life did you think conrad would apologize to you. in the foureen years you've known him, he's only apologized to you three times.
once, when he hit you in the head with a football when you both were seven. he was tossing it around with jeremiah and his father during one of susannah's fourth of july parties. you just so happened to be walking by the boys when the football hit the side of your head, hard.
second, when he accidentally bumped into you on the boardwalk, making you drop your ice cream during your eleventh birthday.
and third, when he made you cry at the end of summer three years ago. he mentioned not coming to the summer house the following year, and it destroyed you. he instantly apologized and to your surprised, showed up that following june.
now here he was again, apologizing. you couldn't take his words for granted, not knowing when you'd hear the two sacred words again.
you don't even realize he started talking again, continuing his long, thought out apology. however his words become fuzzy as one thought flows through your mind.
you lean forward, cutting off conrad with your lips connecting to his. a gasp leaves his lips and gets swallowed by yours. the kiss only lasts for two and a half seconds before you pull away.
you notice him look between your eyes and your lips, his cheeks were pink.
before you can start muttering out an apology, conrad's hand finds your cheek and he pulls you towards him. his thumb rests right beside your ear once his lips meet yours again.
a minute and seventeen seconds later, you both are smiling while panting slightly.
"i've known you had a thing for me since your fourteenth birthday y/n," conrad starts, "the birthday i got you that necklace."
your eyes trail down to the necklace you haven't taken off in the past four years. it was a simple silver chain with a butterfly in the middle. butterflies were possibly your favorite things in the world.
"i've never seen you take it off once," he spoke again.
"i was scared if i took it off after last summer, i'd fully lose you," your voice was now quiet.
conrad shakes his head, "i was the idiot who lost you. all because i was the scared one."
a few moments pass, and you can't help but giggle before you speak again.
"connie?"
he hums a response.
"kiss me again."
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hi hii, can i request some more of grandpa silverfox levi
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Still young
Levi x fem!reader
Modern world, romance, married couple, grandpa Levi, grandma reader, fluff, suggestive moments.
Levi loved being a father and loves the fact he is now a grandpa. Levi shows that age is just a number and how young and energetic he can still be.
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Your body ached and throbbed, but the loving lips of your husband on your back did soothe you a little bit. A little mewl escaped you as he pressed his naked body against yours. "Mm, Levi. How are you still hungry?"
He nipped your shoulder. "You've been asking that over the many years we've been married and I will keep telling you, it is because you are so sexy and beautiful."
You rolled onto your side and gazed at him. Even though years had gone by, Levi was still handsome and young-looking. There were only a few wrinkles around his eyes and he had the sexiest grey stripes in his hair. He was your silver fox.
You reached over and caressed Levi's cheek. "I love you."
Levi smiled at you. "I love you too." He propped his head up on his hand and used his other hand to trace patterns on your waist. "I could stay like this all-day long."
"We've done it before, but today we can't. Our four kids are coming over. Evan and Lilly are both bringing their kids as well."
Levi's eyes sparkled. "The grandbabies."
You hummed a laugh. "It'll be fun." You sat up and huffed as your joints cracked. "Well, I better get baking."
Levi sat up and hugged you from behind. "Do you think they will want to go camping in the back garden with me?"
"Of course." You turned and kissed Levi. "Our kids and grandkids adore you."
Levi blushed. "I love all of them."
The two of you did your morning routines, had a filling breakfast and enjoyed a cup of tea. As you baked Levi held you from behind and showered you with kisses. He helped you with a few things before you sent him on a mission to set up the camping area outside in the back garden.
After a while, you decided to check on your husband to make sure he was okay. You couldn't help but smile at what he created. Levi had made a little campground. There was a fire pit in place, lots of tents to sleep in along with a canopy to relax under. Blankets and cushions covered the floors under the canopy so everyone could relax. You adored the fairy lights for when it got dark.
You smiled as you felt your heart warm up. Your husband always went above and beyond for the people he loved. "Levi?" You squealed when he tackled you into a hug. "Hello, Levi."
Levi nipped your shoulder. "Does this bring back memories? We went camping a lot as a couple. We'd shake the tent."
You giggled. "We got up to no good." You turned in his arms and smiled at him. "We should go camping again, you and me."
Levi smiled at you. "We should. We'll set something up. I'm sure the kids won't mind."
"Perfect idea."
"Mum? Dad?"
You looked over at the sliding door on the back of your house to see your eldest, Lilly, with her husband and two kids. "Welcome! Your dad set up a little campground. This okay?"
Lilly walked over. "It's perfect! Dad, you're the best." She hugged you tightly. "Thank you for the delicious baked treats, mum."
"You're very welcome."
Lilly hugged her dad. "Mm, thanks dad for this fun setup."
Levi smiled. "You're welcome."
You crouched down and hugged your precious grandkids as Levi talked with his daughter and her husband. You made the kids giggle and gave them little snacks. You played a few little games with them and listened to their cute stories about how things have been.
You looked up at Levi. "Hey kids, who's that? That grandpa? You should get him."
Your granddaughter giggled. "Tickle attack?"
Your grandson grinned. "Lots of tickles."
You nodded. "That's right. Go get him."
He spied his little grandkids gazing at him. "There are my little ackerbabies!" He raced after them making them squeal with laughter and run away. "I'll get ya!"
Lilly looked around. "I miss this place so much."
You smiled sweetly. "We miss you too. We miss all four of you. Sending little Bjorn off to university in September was very emotional."
Lilly rubbed your back. "It was hard for all of us because it meant we were all grown up. I think I'll be like you and Dad when I send my lot off."
"We'll be here for you, we'll be super old, but we'll be here."
She laughed. "Come on, Mum, you and Dad will always be young at heart. I think you two will reach 100." She looked over at Levi play fighting with her kids. "I just know Dad will be chasing you around even then."
"Probably." You giggled. "If you need anything to drink, we have a cooler full here. I'll bring out the baked treats."
As soon as you got inside and put together a tray of food, you almost squeaked in delight at seeing your son Evan with his baby daughter in his arms. Your daughter Kuchel with her baby bump and your youngest Bjorn with a bright smile. Having all your kids home was a little overwhelming and it made you so happy.
You gave all of them a hug and held Evan's baby in your arms for a bit as you chatted to him and his sweet wife. You showered your daughter Kuchel with compliments at how she was glowing and her bump looked cute. You then gave Bjorn a big hug as you listened to all their stories.
You led all of them outside so they could see their eldest sister. They all gathered together and chatted, but then they saw Levi. Levi rushed over to his kids and gave them all hugs before he took Evan's baby into his arms. You could tell by the look in Levi's eyes he was becoming broody.
You took a seat with a drink in your hand and watched Levi running around with his kids and his grandkids. You smiled at your daughter Kuchel as she opted to sit next to you. Kuchel was always the quiet one and just enjoyed being next to Levi and you, as well as playing video games and exchanging stories.
Kuchel hugged your side and hummed. "It's great to be back."
"You're welcome here anytime you want."
"I know. Thank you."
You wrapped your arms around her and hugged her. "You're Dad is like a kid again."
You both watched as Levi lifted his granddaughter into the air and spun around with her. He put her down and picked up his grandson and threw him up and down. Next, he sprinted around with them as they threw balls at him, but Levi dodged them all making the kids laugh.
In the end, Levi fell to the floor and let the kids jump on him. The sweet laugh that came from Levi made everyone smile. Before you, Levi was a very lonely and grumpy person. After you, he smiled and laughed a lot more. Levi had always said that you taught him what it means to live. He counted his blessings every single day.
He lay back on the floor and talked to his kids and the grandkids about all the stars in the sky, along with the stories linked to them. He shifted off the floor as his kids looked after their own kids. He walked over to you and Kuchel. He gave his daughter a hug and some words of love and encouragement.
You smiled as Kuchel kissed Levi's cheek and hurried over to her brothers and sister. "You're a wonderful father and grandfather."
Levi sat next to you and hugged you tightly. "You're an incredible mother and grandmother. I love you."
"I love you too."
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gloomy0x0phantom · 3 months
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When he falls out of love
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Sanji x Fem!reader ❰ headcanon ❱ tags : angst angst aaaaaaaaaangst, falling out of love note : Thank you Silent Hill ost for bringing me so much sadness and inspiration today 😍
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I hope you're ready to cry ~ ❥ Sanji will never tell you straight out that he no longer loves you. ❥ Even if you're no longer his soulmate in his eyes, he still loves you in some way, he doesn't want to put you through the pain of a break-up, a separation, so... he suffers in silence. He refuses to break up with you. ❥ He'll continue to tell you I love you, cook all your favorite dishes, caress you with tenderness and look at you with affection... he'll continue to make love to you, whisper sweet nothings in your ear and protect the flame of your bond. ❥ Over time, you'll be the one to notice the changes in his attitude and routine. ❥ Smoking like it's his last day on earth. The few cigarettes a day become a pack of cigarettes, and if he's been hiding his secret for a long time... two packs. This disastrous situation causes him stress that crushes all his energy, but when he takes a drag from a cig, everything seems to fall back into place for a few seconds. It's his only way of relaxing, although it hurts him in the end. ❥ When you wake up at night, he's no longer by your side. Sanji has always taken a few hours at night to prepare the ingredients for the next day, but he usually hurries back to cuddle with you and sleep. Now he's gone until the early hours of the morning. When you go to ask him to come with you, he looks at you with hearts in his eyes and promises to join you as soon as he finishes his chores. You end up falling asleep, alone... In reality, Sanji feels unable to share a bed with you, so he sleeps on the kitchen bench and wakes up before the others so as not to worry them. ❥ Sanji spends a lot more time in the kitchen trying out new dishes. He's so busy, it interferes with your activities as a couple, like: taking a bath together, napping, playing little games to keep you occupied, the cooking lessons Sanji used to give you that always ended up in the pantry... But it's normal for Sanji to be focused on his end, he's a chef and cooking is his art. It's totally normal, right? ❥ Sometimes, in very rare moments, Sanji slips up. When you walk out of your room in an outfit that suits you so well, you expect to get a completely over-the-top reaction from your boyfriend, but no... for a few seconds, your eyes meet and you see the emptiness in his blue ones. Sanji is startled and notices what has just happened, so to make up for it, he blurts out "My precious goddess, you're so beautiful, my brain has stopped working! What did I do in a previous life to deserve you, mon amour?" ❥ Sanji is a loyal man, but now that his heart is separated from yours, he allows himself to fall under the spell of other women when you're not around. He can't help fantasizing about other women. Guilt eats him up and he feels disgusted imagining other women under his body or simply in his arms. He finds comfort in the fact that you'll never see what's lurking inside his skull and that, at least, he's faithful to you... physically.
It's his turn to keep an eye on the Thousand Sunny at night, and this moment of silence can only do his wounded soul good. Sanji sucks the poison from his cigarette and slowly releases the smoke. He gazes at the sea, imagining himself somewhere else, a few years before you joined the crew, when Nami and Robin were his only worries. He recalls the happiness that was born in his heart when you officially joined the team, his nose running a river of blood at the idea of seeing you around all day long. And of course, you responded to his advances! Unlike the navigator and the archaeologist, you allowed yourself to be seduced quite easily, and Sanji took his chances. He had a great time with you, and frankly, he wouldn't trade it for the world, but... even though you're a deadly beauty, even though you're a strong, independent woman, even though you're perfect... you were not meant to be.
Sanji sighs and slowly shakes his head. For heaven's sake, it's been months since he realized that he doesn't share the same feelings as you, and every day he feels as if a knife is sinking a little deeper into his back. Can he honestly go on like this until death? Alas, for your happiness, he's willing to do the impossible, because at the end of the day, you're still his crewmate.
"Sanji, are you crying?"
The cook straightens up, he hadn't heard you coming. You shouldn't be awake, it's late at night, but you haven't been sleeping very well for a while. No idea why. Anyway, you weren't lying in your question, tears were indeed running down the blond's cheeks. You approach him carefully and wipe away his tears with a sad smile. The gesture provokes a sob from your boyfriend, so you open your arms wide and welcome him warmly. You stroke his back and try to comfort him as best you can.
"I don't know what you're trying to run away from, I don't know what's going on in your head, but I know you can defeat whatever's trying to hurt you. You're a strong man, Sanji, I believe in you."
The two of you part and look into each other's eyes. It's not the first time you've shared a long look full of undertones, but this time you both seem to be looking for something in the other's gaze. Sanji can't take it anymore, he can't take it anymore, but you're so perfect… What could he possibly blame you for, even if he tried to break up with you? You're thoughtful, caring, a good listener, you share your food with him, you give him little gifts, you compliment him every chance you get, honestly, you're the dream girlfriend. So, so, so perfect…
Sanji closes his eyes and presses his forehead against yours.
“Je t’aime. Je t’aime si, si fort…” (I love you. I love you so, so much.)
In your turn, you break down under the weight of emotion, you start to cry like him and don't hold back any tears. Your hands tighten on his shoulders and you try to remain calm. You knew it was a bad idea to approach him like that at night, but insomnia and bad feelings convinced you to join him under the moon. Honestly, you thought you'd found the courage to end your relationship, but seeing Sanji in this state? You know that parting with him would only break his heart and drive him deeper into darkness. You don't know what's been going on with him for the last few weeks, but it's obvious that he needs love and so you can't break up with him. One day, you'll tell him the truth... but for tonight, you've got to fulfill your duty as his, perfect, girlfriend.
“I know.”
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Travel Fears
Joe Burrow x latina fem!reader
summary: Joe is shock to learn reader never visited mexico
a/n: for the sake of this one reader has some mexican ancestory i tried to leave it vague as possible cause i know my fellow latinas all have different beautiful backgrounds.
requested: yes
warnings : FWB! Joe and let me know if theres others mentions of sex but hardly
wc: 1.1k
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You had gone over to Joe's house. Damn does he have stamina. You lost count after the second time but you were drained and exhausted all for a good reason at least.
“This feels nice.” Joe sighs as he pulls you into his arm, his hand rubs your back. You feel yourself relaxing in his arms and you let out a sigh of relaxation. “Yeah, it's nice.” You smile as your head on his chest as you throw an arm around him.
“So what are your plans now that you're off for a few weeks?” You ask Joe. He smiled at you as he responded. “I was thinking of a nice relaxing vacation I have plans to travel to Mexico in two weeks.” Joe says as he rubs your back.
You smiled at the mention of Joe visiting the place where you had ancestral history. “What's your favorite place in Mexico?” Joe asked as he looked at you and continued rubbing circles on your back.
You let out a chuckle at his assumptions of you ever traveling there. You had told him before you had family there and he must have assumed you’ve been there. Fact of the matter is you have never visited them you dont have any intentions too unless your mom asks you go.
“I would not know I never been.” you respond to him with a tight lip smile. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at you confused.
“What? But don’t you have family there?” Joe asks you a bit concerned. “I mean yeah I do but I’ve never visited them.” You replied to him. Joe was confused for such a family oriented person he just couldn’t wrap his head around the fact you've never been to Mexico to visit them.
“You've never been curious about where you come from, where your family comes from?” Joe asks. Mexico was a beautiful place to him and he always enjoyed going every year to relax and enjoy some bomb tacos.
“Yeah of course I'm curious, Joe but you know, just situations come up and I work full time. I can't just drop everything to go on vacation and visit Mexico.” You explain to Joe. But he still didn’t understand.
You didn’t want to state the real reason why. Which is because you have family members living here that are undocumented and you're scared to travel on your own and airplanes just aren't your thing.
You knew Joe wasn’t a racist or anything like that but he wasn’t that kind of person you knew very well who you could trusted with such a statement and tell him those details about you and your family.
Joe looks over at you and just nods his head. He knew your economical situation wasn’t the best and assumed maybe that has stopped you from traveling to Mexico. Traveling was indeed a luxury he was grateful to have. “Well come with me.” Joe says as he looks at you.
“No, I don't think I'm ready for Mexico so soon. Plus I have to work.” You say to Joe. “But thank you for that.” You appreciated the gesture, it was nice on his part.
“I’ll pay for it.” Joe says as he looks over at you he moves some hair from your face. “Joe the money isn’t that bad of an issue. I could go to Mexico if I want but I just don’t want to its not something for me right now.” You try to avoid telling him your stupid fear about flying and you had heard intense stories from your family member that if you didn’t speak Spanish correctly you could easily get scammed and kidnapped just for being a tourist that terrified you till this day and you didn’t want to visit Mexico with your spanglish.
“Okay but shouldn’t you want to go there? It's honestly a pretty amazing place and I think you deserve to go. You deserve to see where you come from.” Joe says sweetly as he sits up to look down at you.
“To be fair Joe you probably only go to Cancun or Puerto Vallarta.” You say to him with a teasing smile. “You know Im just not ready. First im kinda scared of planes and second my spanish is bad.” You say worriedly.
Joe lets out a laugh. Hes heard you speak spanish and hes not an expert at it but it seems pretty good. “Thats what your worried about?” Joe couldn’t believe it. “Come on your spanish is amazing and your worried about that come on I go to Mexico and i only like a couple of words. You can actually speak it and understand it more and hold a conversation in spanish.” Joe says to try and reassure you.
“The plane situation, I'll just hold your hand the whole time.” Joe says with a grin as he rubs a finger on your cheek.
He was pretty damn convincing and you might just say yes to the free vacation. But you couldn’t avoid the guilt of going with him that meant your family couldn’t go. You knew they always encouraged you to go since tu tienes los papeles and could easily go in and out of the country.
But you just thought you could vent to your family about it and see what they say. Obviously just tell them your going with a friend cause they had no idea about the guerro in your life.
“Let me think about it cause its a nice offer.” You replied to Joe.
Joe kisses your lips softly before he says. “Well I hope you do go id really like you there with me and id enjoy us together alone in more warmer conditions plus id love to see you in a bikini.” Joe says with a grin as he kisses you softly.
“But youve seen me naked.” You reply to him as you kiss his lips back.
“I know but i want to see you in the water all wet and the sun shining on your beautiful face.” Joe says as he gets a bit turned on by the image.
“Or we could go to other places too, visit the town or city where your family lives or something.” Joe says as he looks down at you. You smile, it was very thoughtful of him.
“We could talk about it if I decide to go but for right now can we just cuddle?” You pull him back towards you and he lays down again as he pulls you into his arms. Such a change of plans in short notice stressed you out and you didn’t want to think about it right now.
“Okay yeah sorry for being so pushy.” Joe says as he runs a hand through your hair. He kisses your forehead as he lays back down next to you.
You both lay there Joe rubbing your back he decides to just turn on the tv and watch whatevers on so you two could just relax for the rest of the night.
a/n: i did not know what direction anon wanted me to go for with this so im leaving it at this. Also just letting everyone know Im open for any joe burrow fic requests. Hope you all enjoy!!
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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year
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Hey There Jealousy.
You're part of Hellfire with a big crush on Eddie, he doesn't feel the same and you deal with unrequited feelings until a date with someone else triggers unexpected reactions. ✨
Warnings; Angst, jealousy, fighting, fluffy goodness. Not S4 compliant.
Please like or reblog, etc if you enjoyed this ❤️🌸
I don't give anyone permission to copy my work.
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You had been in Hellfire for the last two years, it was your senior year and things were going pretty great.
When you first joined the group you didn't know what to expect, Gareth was the one who had found out that you were a huge dnd fan and always played with the kids you were babysitting at the time.
One of them happened to be his younger cousin Dave who raved about you to Gareth, it was then decided you would tag along to Hellfire.
None of your friends could understand why you wanted to join but you ignored their doom-filled predictions of it being a cult or whatever bullshit they heard from Jason.
Eddie was hesitant at first until you played your first campaign and knocked everyone's expectations out of the water.
Now you were one of Eddie's valued teammates and the tiny itty bitty crush you had on Eddie when you first met? Now it was full-blown feelings and you were screwed.
Because he didn't think of you like that, he had crushes on Chrissy Cunningham, other cheerleaders, hookups with girls in bands and at The Hideout where he would play with his band Corroded Coffin.
It hurt, seeing him with those girls hurt, it was expected though. You were just his friend, he was older and in a cool band and despite what Jason and his Neanderthal friends thought and called him- "the freak" garnered a lot of intrigue.
He was also gorgeous, with beautiful brown doe eyes, shaggy brown hair, tattoos and dimples. Eddie was fucking hot.
So yeah, you were screwed.
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Dustin never thought he would be speaking one and one with Chrissy Cunningham. He knew you were friends with her and Eddie a little bit too but it still felt surreal.
You and Eddie. That was the reason the two of them were conspiring together in the first place.
"Look, I like Eddie, he's a sweet guy but the fact that he doesn't notice how gone my girl is for him is frustrating" Dustin nods.
"What do you want to do about it? If he's not interested then you can't force him to be Chrissy" she nods.
"I know. Eddie Munson despite what yn seems to think isn't the only guy in the whole universe, others have noticed how cute she is"
This intrigues Dustin. Was it Steve? He knew Steve thought you were hot.
"You know Matt? He's on the basketball team? One of Jason's friends. He's one of them" Dustins eyes widen.
"So what do you suggest we do?" Chrissy smiles.
"We don't have to do anything. Matt is going to ask her out. Either Eddie feels something or he doesn't, either way..."
Either way, you would either get your dream guy or a chance to move on for good. Dustin liked you a lot and wanted you to find happiness, whether it was with Eddie, Matt or whoever you wanted to be with.
He was nervous but ready to see what happened.
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"Hey" You're shocked into silence as Matt comes over, he's like one of the most popular guys in school besides Jason and yeah you're meant to be tutoring him tonight but you didn't expect him to want to hang out beyond that.
Did he want to hang out with Hellfire? Immediately you notice Eddie tense, defences up and you don't blame him, the basketball team has a few jerks in it.
Besides Lucas of course. You adored Lucas as well as Mike and Dustin.
Matt has never been hostile though so you smile encouragingly while Eddie glares at the newcomer.
"Hey, I know we were meant to be studying tonight but I saw on your bag that you like horror movies, there's a showing of some classic horror movies tonight. You wanna go?"
Okay, this you weren't expecting. He rests his hand on your arm and his thumb strokes over your shoulder, it tingles and you feel flustered and also acutely aware of Eddie's raised eyebrow as he watches you both.
Chrissy is watching too giving you a thumbs-up gesture and you make a decision.
"I'd love to" you find yourself saying and Matt grins.
"Cool, I'll see you after class" You watch him go feeling like you're in some strange dream.
"Did that really just happen?" you ask the others who look between you and then Eddie.
"You've been swayed to the dark side. Yeah, it did" Eddie huffs and you roll your eyes.
"I have not. He is cute though" You sigh dreamily, it's nice having someone notice you.
"He was all over you in Ms O'Donnell's class. Someone's got a crush" Jeff teases and the others join in on the light hearted teasing.
Except for Eddie, who's quiet and munching on a bag of pretzels while he glares in the direction of the Jock table.
"We were just talking, he was asking me for help studying. I help Eddie so why not?" Gareth grins.
"Mmm and now you're off to the movies, a horror movie. That you'll not be watching because of all the... He makes a kissy face and you giggle.
"Dingus" would that happen though? Your belly flutters.
"Shut up! " Eddie snaps and the others quieten and your heart rate spikes because he looks so annoyed and you wonder if it's about you and Matt.
"We were discussing the campaign" he points out and your heart sinks, right Hellfire. It was silly of you to think he might be jealous. Why would he be?
After school, you meet up with Matt to head to the cinema.
Maybe this will be a good thing and you will be able to finally move on from Eddie?
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Eddie was invited to tag along with Robin and Steve to see The Blob.
How was he supposed to know that you would be at this movie with Matt? He felt like an idiot for staying and semi-spying on your date.
He tried to leave but the harsh twist of his heart when you laughed at Matt's jokes kept him rooted to the spot as well as Steve and Robin who wanted to see the movie.
Eddie didn't know why the sight of you and Matt together made his stomach bottom out but he was beginning to get a good idea.
He couldn't concentrate on the movie. It felt like that time that you were crushing on Steve for weeks and that kick started Eddie's dislike of the dude.
Until he got to know him and realized he was a pretty cool guy, Dustin's hero-worshipping of Steve too had stuck in his brain.
"Dude you didn't tell me that yn was looking to date someone. Could have asked her myself" Steve nudges him and nods to you and Matt.
Wait so Steve liked you as well? The urge to dislike Steve comes racing back. He kinda wants to hit something.
"You like her?" he asks Steve who shrugs.
"Dude, she's hot. You've never noticed?" he thinks about this and he's always known that you're beautiful, he's never liked anyone noticing you but assumed it was just him being protective.
Eddie doesn't think the pain in his chest could get any worse until Matt kisses you and he finally understands what it feels like to get his heart ripped out.
Stumbling out of the cinema he's joined by Robin and Steve, he feels like he can't breathe and the image of Matt kissing you won't go away.
"What's wrong with him?" Robin panics and Steve pats his back.
"Think he just realised he's in love Robin"
Love? he was in love with you? At first, he's like when the fuck did that happen.
Then be thought about it and maybe it was every time you smiled or you laughed or when you would fall asleep on his bed after helping him study and look so beautiful he was mesmerized.
Maybe it was your kindness, the way you played a kickass game of Hellfire or the way you looked at him on nights when it was just the two of you in his bedroom while he strummed on the guitar and taught you how to play.
Jesus Christ, he was an idiot.
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Eddie had been weird for the whole week and that was all you could think about tonight.
Your date with Matt had turned into a second and now this third date.
It was nice you kept telling yourself along with the fact that Matt was a lovely guy.
That's why you were at this party instead of at Hellfire, though you'd rather be with the boys and Erica in the middle of a campaign.
Despite Chrissy being here which made you feel more relaxed you knew this wasn't your thing at all.
It didn't help that after half an hour Matt was already drunk and he kept trying to feel you up even you told him no.
Your good opinion of him was rapidly fading with him acting more and more like a douche bag.
You had said no three times now and you were pissed.
"Come on babe" you shake your head and when he almost knocks you over and you hit your side on the table creating a rip in your dress you decide you've had enough of the party.
And of Matt.
"I said no! God, we are so done" You snap and tug out of his arms, you ignore him and stalk away, you're so upset that you don't realise how far you've walked into the woods until you can't hear anything from the party.
Shit.
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You hadn't shown up for Hellfire and that was Eddie's first distraction of the night, many more were to come but this was the first and all he could think about was you with Matt.
Jealousy coils around his gut and once again he curses his stupidity for not realizing his feelings sooner. It made him pissed off, it was hard to concentrate and he wasn't happy.
Eddie startles out of his DM mode as Lucas comes running into the drama room, he's just about to unload on him for missing half an hour of Hellfire but the look on his face stops him.
"Sinclair what's wrong?'' that's when Lucas tells him you were at a party with Matt, he's drunk and you're missing.
Then Chrissy comes in and rushes over to Dustin, it's like he's in some episode of the Twilight Zone.
"Dustin! Big mistake with Matt, he's an asshole he kept trying to grope yn at the party and she left and I can't find her" Chrissy was panicking and Dustin looks to Eddie freaked out.
Trying to tamper down the thoughts of beating the shit out of Matt he assures Chrissy, Dustin and Lucas that he will find you.
"Jordan said that she ran into the woods, Eddie" Lucas tells him and Eddie high-tails it to his van.
He had to find you. It was starting to rain and you could get sick or anything. What if you got lost? What if you tripped and injured yourself or you... He freezes.
What if the monster that stalked Hawkins Woods got to you? Normally he would have said that it was a load of rumours and shit but everyone knew Hawkins was one strange little town.
All the deaths. He couldn't risk you being hurt and he drove even faster. Desperate to get to you.
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You're shivering and chilled to the bone but you manage to find a clearing in the woods that leads back to the party.
It feels like you've been lost for hours but it probably hasn't been that long and you're relieved when you see a bunch of parties goers
That's when you also see Eddie, flashlight in hand and he shouts your name in relief.
He runs to you and you stumble into his arms sobbing in relief. The feeling of familiarity of Eddie's arms around you immediately makes you feel safe.
"It's okay princess. I've got you, you're safe" he checks you over and you assure him you're fine.
"You're soaked and look at all the rips on your clothes," he says worriedly and shrugs off his jacket placing it around you. The rain is fiercer now, a storm is brewing and you look anxiously at him.
He will catch a cold just standing in his Hellfire shirt and jeans, you try to tell him that but he stubbornely refuses to take his jacket back.
"Chrissy and Lucas explained everything. If I see that douchebag Matt he better run the other way" Eddie seethes, you've never seen him this angry before. It's not like him.
Well, that's a lie you tell yourself as you know how protective he is of you. How many scrapes he's gotten himself in for you, even if he had no chance in winning, he would defend you.
Even when he knew you could take care of yourself he still protected you.
At that point, possibly in the worst timing ever Matt stumbles over to you.
Eddie stiffens and Matt glares at you.
"You finally decided to have a go after all huh? Instead of acting like a frigid bit... He didn't get a chance to finish that sentence as Eddie socked him in the mouth.
He wines flexing his hand which is now bruised and sore.
"Fucking worth it" he announces, puts his arm around you and leads you to the van.
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You had never been so glad to see Eddie's Uncle Wayne in your life. He takes in the rips on your outfit and the bruise on your arm and scowls.
"What boy is my nephew beating up this time honey?" you would smile if you weren't so cold.
Eddie comes in and you immediately take his hands in yours and inspect his bruised knuckles.
"Are you okay?" you ask him and he nods still looking pissed off. He softens as you clean and bandage up the knuckles.
"Never mind me, sweetheart. Are you okay?" he asks you and you nod still a bit shivery. Uncle Wayne gets you a blanket and you cuddle into it.
"I'm better now. Should have never gone to that party. The whole time I was there I just wanted to be at Hellfire but I thought Matt was a nice guy and wanted to stick around for a bit, then he got drunk and acted like a dick"
Tears fall down your cheeks, frustration and just total exhaustion from the night's events.
Eddie deftly leads you to his room and shuts the door. Once you are inside he holds you close to him.
"I thought I had found a great guy and that he liked me when all he wanted to do was get in my pants. He didn't want to get to know me, not really" Eddie rubs your arm soothingly
"Maybe the next guy will be better huh?" you say hopefully and Eddie goes still which confused you.
"Eddie?" he swallows as he stares at you and you clasp his hand in yours.
"I don't want there to be another guy sweetheart. I want there to be just one guy. I want to be that guy"
What? He continues speaking and you can't believe what's happening.
"I know it took forever for me to realise and I've been so fucking jealous all week of Matt because he doesn't get how special and kind and beautiful you are and how lucky he was to be with you and the dude messed it up? What a douchebag"
"Eddie," you say again and he looks at you with those pretty brown eyes all wide and nervous.
"You don't feel the same right? Shit, forget I said anything and.." you call his name again and this time he quietens.
"Kiss me" He doesn't need to be told twice his lips are on yours and he grins as you kiss him back, he pulls away briefly.
"I'm sorry I didn't realise sooner princess" You rest your head on his chest as he pulls you into a hug, arms wrapped tightly around you as you sit on his knee.
"Hey less apologizing and more kisses" He laughs and kisses you again, his thumb stroking your cheek as he presses tender kisses to your lips.
"I'm an idiot. Should have been kissing you like this for weeks, feels so good sweetheart, it's never felt like this, just so right"
You smile on cloud nine knowing what he means, kissing Matt while nice and all never felt like this. However all thoughts are wiped from your mind when you straddle Eddie and his breathy moans cause the ache in your core to deepen.
"I love you and I'm gonna be kissing you forever sweetheart, hope you know that," he tells you and the thought of forever with the man you love sounds heavenly.
"I love you Eds, and that sounds perfect to me"
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Stay Alive (34)
BTS poly!ot7 x Reader
Magical Creatures AU
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Warnings: none
A/N NOT BETA. I'm excited for the next chapter lol. There are going to be a lot of cameos from here on out.
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Namjoon’s eyes felt heavy as a cold left from behind his eyes. He was able to open them fully, conscious over where he was. They were in a hospital looking room, waiting for someone to tell them something. All seven of them seemed to be awake and looking around in awe. Yoongi had been sitting next to Namjoon, turning when the man woke up. 
“What's going on?” He questioned, turning to find his coven mates waiting for him to wake up.
“We were put to sleep.” Yoongi explained. “We're back in Seoul.”
“Seoul!?” Namjoon stood up quickly, looking around in horror.
“Our Seoul.” Hoseok placed a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder, giving him a kind smile. 
Namjoon could see the youngest boys all sitting around the bed next to him, finding his Hyungs around him. He also immediately noticed your grandfather sitting in a chair on the other wall. He suddenly felt anxiety creep into his chest when you weren’t in his line of sight.  
“Where's (Y/N)?” He asked quietly, turning when the younger boys moved to the side to show you on the bed. 
“She's still asleep.” Jin answered. “They said they can't wake her up.”
“Why?” Namjoon frowned. 
“Bang PD-nim has to be the one to wake her.” A new voice spoke up from the door of the room. 
All of the boys turned around to find someone who had been there for them since they were young adults. He was the person who took care of them when they were in training. The person who was in charge of making sure they didn’t feel like they were missing their family. Their stand in parent. 
“Sejin?” Namjoon whispered. 
“Hello, Namjoon.” The older man smiled, tears welling up in his eyes. 
Namjoon sniffled, finally coming to terms that he was in fact home. All those 10 years of aggression, pent up frustration, anxiety, fear, every little negative emotion that he harbored was suddenly all gone because here he stood in the building where he found his coven mates. 
He was home. He was going to see his family and friends again. He was whole. Especially knowing that you were going to be there to share it with him. 
“It's-It's been so long.” Namjoon choked up, getting up from the bed. 
“It has.” Sejin sniffled, quickly pulling the tall boy into a hug. “I'm sorry I couldn't do more. I tried—I really did try to find you boys.” He cried, hugging Namjoon tightly for fear of having him disappear again. 
“It's not your fault.” Namjoon pulled away, wiping at his cheeks. “We're home now. Thanks to (Y/N).” The two of them turned to you laying in the bed peacefully. 
The younger boys didn’t move much from your body, making sure to be touching you in some way to keep them assured you were still fine. Your chest rising and falling was enough to tell the others that you were in fact still alive and fine. 
They had all panicked when you came out of the water unconscious. If it hadn’t been for Seokjin’s quick thinking, something terrible might have happened to you. Namjoon couldn’t even begin to think about what could have gone wrong. 
“I see.” Sejin smiled kindly. “I owe her a lot then.” 
As the older man looked between all of the boys, the tears returned as he watched each of the boys look at you with some form of worry. He knew that they were going to be doting on you every step of the way. Especially when it meant they were going to be at home to show you their kind.
“Come on, Bang is ready to see you.” Sejin brought all of them out of their stupor, leading them towards where Bang and the council were waiting for them all. 
An ogre man walked into the room in order to take you to Bang, however Jimin was quick to stop him and pull you into his hold. “I got her.” He said, picking you up with ease as his natural abilities were being used. 
All 9 of them were led to a conference room where many people were waiting for them. And the moment they had entered, all of the people came to a stand and cheered. 
“Bangtan has returned!” An older man with glasses exclaimed, eyes tearing up. 
Bang Si-hyuk was known as the man who trained just great creatures and led them on paths that catered to greatness. He was one of the couple of people who had companies that helped others reach their full potential. Bangtan had been the first group he had experimented with. Taught Hobi and the others most of what they knew before they were kidnapped. 
He was a witch much like Hobi. Seen as one of the greatest known creatures in the entire world, he had lived a very long life so he knew a bunch of things others might not. So with his knowledge and expertise, he started a small company to teach others. 
“It's so good to finally see you boys.” He sniffled, patting Namjoon on the back. “I see the last 10 years haven't been well for you. Have they?” He suddenly sighed, looking somber. 
“We have a lot to discuss but first please Bang.” Namjoon moved to the side, allowing Jimin to walk forward with your grandfather alongside him. “Our mate has a spell block on her. It belongs to you.”
“Ah, little (Y/N).” Bang turned to your grandfather, giving him a bow of his head. “She has grown up healthy.” The man smiled to himself, watching as Jimin held you delicately. “I'm glad.” He turned back to your grandfather. 
“She's the one who found your boys.” He told Bang. 
“Then I guess the block won't be needed anymore.” Bang told himself. “Set her down.” He spoke to Jimin. 
The boy bent down to his knees, keeping you close to his chest as he set your body down in front of Bang. He stayed next to you, sweeping your hair from your face. Bang bent down on his knee, waving his hands over your head. A gray mist began to form as it seeped under your eyes and around your body. 
The boys almost made a sound as your body seemed to twitch at the magic, watching your eyelids begin to move. You took in a deep breath, as though waking up from a sleep slowly fluttering your eyes open. 
“There.” Bang smiled, coming to stand as you regained consciousness. 
“Jimin?” You sleepily called, seeing the boy's beautiful smile across his face as he held you in his arms. 
“Hi, Beautiful.” He whispered, pulling you closer to him. 
“Did we make it to your home?” You asked, letting go of him to look around for a moment. 
The room looked like a boardroom you would find in your own home. There wasn’t much of a difference, it looked modern compared to what you had been thinking. 
“We did.” Jimin told you. “And we're so excited to show you it.” He turned your head to look at him, thumb rubbing at your cheek. 
Once you felt your body coming back to you, you slowly looked around, noticing all the stares that the people in the room were giving you. You furrowed your eyebrows a bit, trying to find something in the boardroom that made it look like it was part of a magical world. 
However everything looked exactly as back home. You began to worried that you had somehow never made it to the boy’s world. When a man came into your view, your worries seemed to have passed as you watched some of his magic retreat back into his body. Your eyes went wide as you didn’t seem to feel any kind of pain from seeing it.
“Hello.” You politely spoke up. 
“Hello, dear.” The man smiled joyfully. “I am Bang Shi-Hyuk.” He bowed. 
“It's nice to meet you.” You smiled. 
He gave you one last grin before turning to look at the boys. As he stood up, Jimin helped you as well, holding you close just in case you fell over from the magic that might have still been running through your body. 
“I noticed something when I was taking the spell away.” He began. “She should have been in pain the moment she passed through the waters. However it seemed she was perfectly fine, so what did you do?” He asked the seven of them. 
“I gave her a kiss.” Hobi explained. 
“True love's kiss. Clever, son.” Bang smiled, nodding his head. 
You turned to him, raising your eyebrows as you thought about the kiss you had given Jungkook. You had no idea just how powerful a kiss like that really was. But if it seemed to take both you and Jungkook out of different kinds of spells it must mean it’s seen as something huge. 
“It was Jin who told us.” Taehyung smiled. “He's the only one who remembered it.”
“I'd never forget something like that.” Jin spoke up. 
“Onto the problem at hand.” Bang sighed somberly. “Tell me, who took you and all the others?” 
Your hand gripped onto Jimin’s, searching for the boy who on your other side to hold the other. Jungkook felt you touching him so he quickly gave your hand a squeeze, comforting you. 
“It was Myung Hanseol.” Namjoon answered, shoulders squared making him look bigger. 
He had authority rolling off him in waves. You knew he was the leader of the group but for some reason watching him take in the air of his home made him look so much more different. Like he was finally free–which he was–but this was more of a freedom that connected him to who he really is. 
They all looked that way. They walked with purpose, with a reason to be who they were meant to be. Being home really made them all feel different than they had thought. Most people would have had trauma after being in captivity for so long but these boys were strong. They were ready to fight at any given moment. 
It made you want to cry over how much they went through just to be oppressed the way they were. You knew them, but you didn’t know the real them. The real them were the people standing around you in protection with their chest raised and heads held high. It was who they were meant to be. 
“So I see.” Bang sighed, looking down. He took a glance at your grandfather who gave him a small bow of his head. 
“I think it best for you boys to take (Y/N) and rest.” Bang clapped, going back to smiling brightly. “I'm sure your family will want to see you all as soon as possible.” He gave Namjoon a pat on his back. 
All seven of them sighed out, dropping their shoulders as tears pooled in their eyes thinking about their families. They gave everyone a bow as the people in the room clapped, turning to leave.
“And boys?” Bang called. “It's great to have you back.” He turned to you. “Thank you for bringing them home.” 
Just as you reached the door, you heard Bang speak again, this time to your grandfather. 
“(G/N), do you mind if we talk for a moment?” His expression took a turn, looking somber. 
“Of course.”
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