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helloo, just wondering if I could request an imagine for gen z driver and everything that happened last weekend in Qatar! How the heat affected her, and maybe something dramatic and how the other drivers, fans and teams maybe worried about her, thank u sm<3
a random day in my life in f1
pairing: the genz!driver x 23!grid
summary: a vlog about our beloved genz!drivers day in the paddock
word count: 2k
warnings: none
note: merry christmas and a happy new year!
thanks for staying with me this year and into the new one :)
it’s not exactly like you asked and i’m sorry for that… but this has been sitting in my drafts for sooo long, and i just had to like give it some meaning…
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The vlogging camera was always secured somewhere in her bags, but she almost never used it. Being overwhelmed fast by all of the other cameras, she didn’t want to create herself more anxiety. But today was different.
„Hi guys!“ Her face appeared on the screen. Much too close, you could almost see her pimples she got from her sweaty balaclava.
The camera swayed and the paddock was shown. „We‘re here in Qatar, it’s beautiful. It is-“, the video switched to her watch „-2pm on a Thursday, that means Free Practice!“
Light music played in the background of the video, but you could still hear the busy paddock. People talking and walking in the background. Sometimes there would even be shouting, but y/n didn’t care, she just smiled into the camera.
„I’ll take you with me through my day! Are you excited? I bet you are“, she smiled. „Uhm, Qatar is a night race, as many of you probably know… but FP1 is still in daylight, which I’m glad, because I can actually see the track and not just feel it-“, she gestures the curves of the track with her hand „-you know? Yea…“, she mumbles the last part.
The video switches to a different setting. y/n now standing inside of her garage: „I have to be careful what I show here, it’s like Hippa in hospitals“, she laughs, „with privacy and all, we don’t want the other teams to know what strategies we’ve been working on.“
„But that’s my car“, she points to the newly polished F1 car, „she got a new look just for this race, can you believe it?“ The camera sways around the car to show off the new design.
„It’s really hot here, make sure to drink enough guys!“ An animation of a glass being filled with water appeared on the screen. „If it works, you should see some water right now“, the young driver grins.
The view changes again, this time to her watch: „We have 3.30pm, it’s time for me to warm up, but I’m actually already very hot, so maybe my trainer will let me off?“ She looks expectantly at her trainer, who only shakes his head no. „Aww man, worth a shot though.“
She placed the camera on the ground to film her warmup. The timelapse shows how she starts to lightly jog on the place. Her trainer starts to throw tennis balls at her. You couldn’t hear it in the video, but he shouts with which hand she has to catch the ball.
The music was catchy and in best with her rope jumping. y/n face was red and she was sweating extremely. She was puffing and breathing heavily. In this humid weather, even inside the cooling garage, it was hard to train. How would she survive in an already 40° hot car, for over 50 laps?
The music stops, so does the timelapse. You can see y/n breathing loud as she laid on the floor. Her head turned towards the camera and she smiles lightly. „Phew, never doing that again“, she laughs.
The video changes again, as y/n walks down the paddock to visit some of her friends: „I’m on my way to the McLaren hospitality. Lando and I have that tradition for Free Practice. We always get a smoothie before, so we don’t have to drink some weird protein shake.“
The view sways around and you can see the bright orange from McLaren. You could hear Lando before he was even in the video. His laugh loud and prominent. „Hi y/n‘s fans!“, he waves into the camera.
„This is Lando Norris, if you didn’t know. He drives for McLaren!“, she explains to her viewers. „I hope they know who I am…“, Lando pouts. She shushes him and giggles.
„What smoothie are you gonna get?“, she asks Lando. „McLaren hospitality has the best smoothies, I swear. Mine doesn’t even have smoothies, can you believe that?“
„Uhm, I think I’ll get the green one, I don’t want to hear anything from Jon, so that’s the only safe option“, he sighs. y/n grimaces, as the green smoothie tastes the worst.
„I think I want the red one, the one with the dragonfruit in it, so I can fly through this Free Practice like a dragon“, she laughs.
Lando rolls his eyes but still has to laugh at her shitty joke. „That was such a bad joke.“ - „But you love me anyway“, y/n grins.
You see y/n full on sweaty and with a red head. „Free Practice is done, it was hot, like really hot, Imma hop into my ice bath for a second and yea. I’ll probably go to the Hotel after to cool down, so I’m fully prepared for Qualifying.“
A shot of the pink rubber duck floating in the ice bath was shown. The duck was flipped and it showed the temperature of the water. 8°C. Perfect for a hot day like this.
„Ohh, I’m almost vaporising“, y/n laughs as she submerges in the water. „My skin is so hot and the water so cold, it’s like I’m the hot metal they put into water, I love this videos, I binge watch them before I go to sleep“, she confesses.
„Anyway, have you seen my pink ducky? I got it from Carlos! I was jealous of his, so he bought me my own temperature duck, isn’t that sweet?“
The next shot was y/n in her hotel room. She was laying in her bed, scrolling through her phone and occasionally laughing. The view was amazing, the sun was setting and you could see so much of Qatar.
„Good morning! It’s Friday then, it’s Saturday, Sunday, what?“
„Welcome“, she laughs, „I’m eating breakfast together with Max, say hi Max!“, Max waves into the camera. „I’m eating Avocado Toast with some Salmon - good fats for my body and Max is eating, actually, what are you eating Max?“
The view changes to Max‘ plate. There was a mix of different things, like some roaster potatoes and beans and some weird, almost wool like thing on his plate. „It’s potatoes, beans and some sauerkraut“, he explains. „What? Sauerkraut?“ - „Yea, I don’t know, apparently it’s good for your body.“
y/n makes a face of disgust and the screen goes black for a second.
„Okay, Q1 and Q2 are finished, got stuck in Q2, but I’m glad I don’t have to start in Q3 honestly, I can focus on the Sprint Shootout later. It’s hot in the car, hotter than usual.“
The scene changes, again to y/n laying exhausted on the floor. From the side you can see Oscar creeping up with a big glass of water. The moment the water hits y/n‘s skin, she’s up and about chasing the rookie.
„Oscar!“ And she sprints out of the view. The screen goes black and then you can see Oscar’s wet hair and two smiley young drivers. „She dumped me“, he huffs. „Into the water“, she says for clarification.
„It’s race day!“, she screams into the camera. „Well sprint day“, she says less excited. „I hate driving in these conditions. It’s way too hot, I’d rather drive on ice than this.“
The scenery changes again, cars driving around the parking lot. „I came here with Charles and Carlos, we’re staying at the same hotel and to save our carbon footprint, with all the excessive driving we do anyway, we thought we carpooled.“
You can see Charles driving and Carlos sitting in the passenger seat. „They wouldn’t let me drive, even though I’m an F1 driver“, she sighs. You can hear Carlos laugh and say: „Have you seen your driving style on the street? No way I would sit in that car.“
The young woman shakes her head and tuts. „You wouldn’t understand“, she whispered into the camera. Charles laughs.
„You know, for you being Australian, you’re still very sweaty.“ - „What? I’m not sweaty, that’s my natural glow“, Daniel laughs. „Natural for sure“, she mumbles.
„What even are you doing? You’ve been walking around with that thing for the past three days“, Danny asks. „I’m vlogging!“ - „You’re what?“, he asks confused. „You’re old, that’s what you are. It’s like blogging but with a video, so it’s vlogging“, she explains with a sigh. The older out of the two just makes an ‚oh‘ sound and laughs.
„I wanted to make a ‚a random day in my life in f1‘ video but it turned out to be a ‚a random four days in my life in f1‘ video.“
Fernando looks confused at y/n. „What?“, he blinks at her. „You know, it should’ve been a video about one day, now it’s about the whole race week“, she explains. „Ahh, okay“, Fernando answers, still unsure what the younger driver tries to explain him. „You wanna say hi?“, she asks him.
„Hi“, he replies. Fernando was not yet in view, but you could hear him. „Into the camera, Nando. You know how this works, you’ve done press and TikTok!“
„Hi“, he says again, this time Fernandos forehead was in excellent view. You could hear y/n‘s giggles as he took the camera out of her hand. „This is for my wife, Taylor, who’s cheating with another athlete!“
The camera was set down and Fernando stood up. „What are you doing?“, y/n‘s giggles continued. „Play Cardigan by Taylor Swift please“, he whisper shouts. As soon as the music begins, Fernando dances and sings to it.
„This is me before the sprint“, y/n looks into the camera and holds up a piece sign, „And this is me after the sprint.“ Face red and puffy. „Athletes sweat, I‘m a real athlete“, she quotes Daniel.
The camera sways to Oscar, who won his first race/sprint. „How do you feel, Mr. Piastri?“ - „I’m hot and sweaty, I wanna drown myself in an iceberg or something.“
„Yea same“, she huffs. „Listen, this race is exhausting. We drive in an unnormal heat, alone in the car it’s 40°C when the outside temperature is like 20°C. But the outside temperature here is already like 40°C, imagine what it’s like inside our cars.
This is for the FIA: I lost like 7kg this sprint race alone, just from sweating. What about you, Os?“ - „I don’t know if I want to say anything to the FIA“, he says lowly. „Ahh, they won’t see that anyway“, she reassures him. „I lost like eight pounds, maybe?“ - „How much is that in kilograms?“, she asks him slowly. He laughs and says: „Maybe 3.5kg.“
„Mr. Verstappen how many kilograms did you lose today?“, she shouts over the paddock. Max halts and turns around to face the camera that was shoved in his face.
„The scale says five, why? How much did you lose?“ - „Seven! Can you believe that?“
„This race really is torture, and we only raced, what, 16 laps? I don’t know.“ - „Can’t wait for tomorrow“, Lando sighs.
The screen goes black for a second again, before the same music started from her warm up at Free Practice. The timelapse begins again and you can see y/n sweating.
Occasionally she sits down to have a sip of water, but her trainer gets her up again. Her face appears wide in front of the camera and she starts to sing the lyrics as the music fades.
„Race day, baby, hoping for a good result today! I feel it in my sweat that I’ve been losing over the past few days“, she jokes.
She gets filmed as she gets into her car, it’s being rolled out of the garage and she makes the shaka with both her hands.
We get a few scenes as she drives past the start line and as she crosses the finish line, the radio messages was overlaid on the video.
„That is P4, baby!“, her race engineer shouted. „Yes! C‘mon! I almost fainted the last three laps, but totally worth it!“
You can see the podium being filmed from the ground. Max won, of course but; „Oscar and Lando! Woohoo! P2 and P3 for my Papaya Boys“, she screams as the McLaren drivers received their trophy.
The video ends with y/n sneaking into the room where they celebrated their podium in private. They were all exhausted.
„You reek of sweat and champagne“, y/n says from behind the camera. All three laugh and Max throws his towel at her camera. The screen goes black.
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user i- what was this?
user2 love, love, LOVE the smoothie tradition
user3 qatar should be banned from the schedule
user4 what do you mean, you almost fainted on the last 3 laps? what is going on?
user5 i heard lance almost fainted too
user6 this is cruel, but also love the content
user7 I WANT TO CRADLE HER AND TELL HER EVERYTHING IS OKAY AND THAT SHE CAN TAKE AN ICY SHOWER
user8 kimi would’ve walked straight to his yacht
user9 nando’s so right playing cardigan
user10 I KNEW YOU, PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK AND GIVING ME YOUR WEEKENDS!
youtube this was… eventful?
user11 ariana, what are you doing here?
user12 that’s so old
user13 shut up, they’re probably from all the tiktok edits here on yt
user11 what’s tiktok?
user14 love the new content
f1 wowza, y/n is just stealing our job! next stop: y/n hosts grill the grid
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omg hiii moon 🤭
soooo uhh Bada x reader at the club hc 👀
so funny that you ask! i just so happen to have a full hc of this prepared!
you convince bada to go to the club with you and your friends… not sure how you did but you managed to
bada is kind of down. she loves to dance. she loves to watch you dance. where could this go wrong?
well she’ll tell you the first sign that you two needed to stay home was when you walked out of your closet in a dress bada had never seen before, sauntering out like everything was fine
when you come out and see bada’s reaction, you accidentally let out a little laugh but quickly suck it back up when you sit down to start your makeup
bada’s eyes just follow your figure… she has no words. she feels set up.
you notice her cheeks are a little red when you look at her through the mirror,
“bada”
the eyes that were previously staring at your ass dart up to meet yours.
“are you okay?”
“mhm”
“you sure?”
“yep.”
“okay…”
so you finish getting ready per usual. you didnt wear alot of makeup given the fact you planned on shaking ass at the club so you’d sweat it off anyway
bada got dressed while you’d finished getting ready
she looked…
“why do you look like that?”
bada whipped her head around,
“like what??”
you just
“like you wanna impress other women.”
bada’s eyes widen… the audacity of you saying that to her when
“you’re dressed the same way!”
you cross your arms over your chest. she wasn’t completely wrong.
and with that you two are off!
bada of course has one hand on the wheel, her other hand gripping your thigh, curving her hand around the inside of it every once in a while.
once you reach your destination, bada gets out to open the door for you. she takes your hand as you step out in your heels. at this point, you were almost as tall as her which she was just enamored with
as you reach the door, bada leans down to whisper in your ear,
“do not act up in here.”
you give her your most angelic smile and nod at her words that go in one ear and out the other.
as soon as you see your friends, you grab bada’s hand and tug her towards the seated group.
bada slides into a chair, grabbing your hips and sitting you on top of her thigh.
you guys make light conversation, but a certain song grabs you and your friends attention and you turn around with pleading eyes
bada just smiles,
“go have fun”
you make to hop off of her leg but an arm wraps around your waist and pulls you against her chest.
she ducks her head down to your ear,
“be good.”
she lets go of you and when you stand up and whip your head behind you to look at her, she’s smiling innocently like she didn’t just seduce your ears.
phew
uhm
where were we
while you’re out on the dance floor letting loose with your friends, bada gets a few drinks in and mingles with the friends that stayed behind
her eyes flit over to you every once in a while
she just thinks you’re so cute jumping around with your friends
you’ve got this big grin on your face and she wants to pick you up and put you in her pocket
sometimes she catches you looking back at her, she throws a wink your way and you have the nerve to blush and whip your head around
she tunes back into her conversation for a couple minutes
when she looks back at you, she can’t see you anymore.
she starts to panic a bit, sitting up so she can see the floor a little clearer.
thats when she does spot you and the rest of your friend group-
you seem to be arguing with someone?
she keeps her eyes on your form
she knows you can handle yourself so she tries to stay out of it
that is, until your eyes lock and you nod your head, motioning for bada to come over
one thing about bada is that she’s always down for some confrontation when it comes to protecting her own
so she stands up, tells the rest of the group where she’s going, and confidently bee lines for you.
as she gets closer, she can hear both you and the man across from you shouting at each other
she her brain short circuits when she sees the man step closer to you
(her heart swells when she sees you also take a step closer. you were so cute.)
she reaches you before anything can escalate.
she steps in front of you and she realizes this little man is not only stupid, but also short.
bada puts her hands in her pockets and leans down to peer at him
“you good?”
he angrily responds “no, she threw her fucking drink on me.”
you come around to bada’s side, holding out an accusatory pointer finger
“he kept hitting on me and tried to grab at my ass so i threw my drink at him.”
bada’s eyes narrow,
the man tries to explain but bada stands her ground
“try that shit again and a drink wont be the only thing thrown at you.”
bada grabs your hand and turns around, trying to walk away but she hears this sorry excuse for a man yell out the following,
“fucking cunt!”
and she decides then and there that she loves you fr because she turns back around with the intent to beat that man until she’s fucking tired
she quickly lets go of your hand, taking long strides until she reaches the man.
her hands grasp at his collar, lifting him up to his tippy toes,
“the fuck did you just say?”
you and your friends are hot behind bada
as much as you love to see bada riled up, you really didn’t want to see her get in trouble
“bada-”
“say it again.”
the man is silent.
“bada lets go-”
bada lets out a dangerous chuckle,
“can’t even say that shit to my face.”
she lets go of the man and he lets out a breathe he’d been holding,
she turns around and reaches for your hand. she pulls you through the club and out of the exit and as soon as you both reach the outside, she pulls you into a tight hug
“i’m sorry.”
you take a deep breath, taking in her scent and presence.
“it’s okay. i’m fine. let’s go home please.”
she lets go of you, running her hands down your arms and grabbing your hands,
“i’m proud of you for throwing your drink in his face.” bada has a goofy grin on her face.
“why are you looking at me like that?”
bada brings one of your hands up to her mouth and presses her lips against it. she drops it down again,
“i dont know. I think i’m in love with you.”
you’re taken aback by this. you two hadn’t said those words to each other yet.
“you don’t have to say it back. I just wanted to let you know where i stand.”
she smiles softly at you.
“let’s go home.”
a/n: yes. this was going to be very cute and fun but then i got carried away with jealous bada. my bad. i will make a real hc with fun couple at the club I PROMISE
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TF141 + König help you move
Here’s some backstory (bc this is incredibly self-indulgent send help): you take everything upon yourself, plan everything down to the last detail so you just wind up overwhelming yourself and then you’re just running on fumes the entire time, you are not at peace until you’ve moved into the new place, you are a ball of stress aaaand go:
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:
He’s very much the type to watch you go, he knows you’re overloading yourself and he wants to step in but he also knows you need to learn how to ask for help
That’s not to say he’s completely hands off, he’s listening to every word when you review your checklist, he’s helping you pack- everything from assembling the boxes to sealing them when they’re full
He’s taken it upon himself to make sure you eat a proper meal
“What’s this?” You ask as you mute your phone while on hold with the utilities company for your new place,
“It’s breakfast. Eat.”
“I already-”
“Iced coffee isn’t food, love.”
Bet
So he’ll take to cooking or grabbing your favorite take out
If you’re worried you forget something, he’ll go down the list with you, going so far as to grab your notebook and review it with you
He encourages you to sort through your belongings and figure out what you want to keep and what you want to give away
His rule: if I haven’t seen you use it, wear it, read it, or touch it in the last six months, it’s going in the giveaway box (save for stuff with sentimental value)
Surprisingly enough, it helps reduce how much you have to pack and you couldn’t be more thankful
All in all, 10/10
John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:
He’s so much fun to be around
He knows you’re taking on too much and he’ll tell you as much
“I’m fine, Johnny, I just like these things done a certain way. And when the order gets messed up, I have a panic attack.”
“Well, then explain how you’d like it done, and I’ll see to it that it stays that way, sound good?”
He’s so understanding god bless
He does everything possible to make the process stress free, from putting on music while you’re packing and cleaning, to being in charge of snacks
He helps divide the labor very seamlessly, he does all the physical stuff (packing, cleaning, moving furniture, etc) and he leaves the logistics to you, (utilities, new apt, address change, etc)
If at any point you feel like it’s still too much, he’ll jump in without hesitation
Just tell him where you’re struggling and what your next task is and he’ll gladly take over
You point, he’ll shoot (or pack, in this case)
John Price:
Like??
Good luck trying to take control of the whole thing
He’s way ahead of you and doesn’t let you do a single thing on your own, that’s not true, he’ll let you do things on your own but not all of it, you get the idea
Man’s a Captain for god’s sake, he definitely has a system to make the process easier
He makes sure you start the process sooner rather than later to avoid scrambling last minute
Before even buying boxes, he’ll sit down with you to come up with a checklist for things to do and what order to pack your place in
He’s very encouraging throughout the whole process
“Phew, almost an hour later and I was successfully able to transfer my car insurance.” You sighed slumping against the table, practically throwing your phone to the other side of the room
“You’re doin’ great, love, keep it up.” He comes up behind you to rub your shoulders and rub your back encouragingly
He’s with you every step of the way
Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:
I love him but I can see it as being kind of chaotic lmao but still fun!
You better believe he’s got Animal Crossing music on loop
He claims it’ll help you get into the cleaning/packing frame of mind and son of a bitch he’s right
He sets a hard limit of one to two things a day, so if you finished packing up your living room sooner than you expected and now you want to move on to your bedroom, too damn bad
He’ll physically stop you lol
“You already did enough, babe, it’s time to rest.”
“I feel fine, Ky, I can keep going.”
“Trust me darlin’, take it easy, you’re doing great.”
Definitely the type to give you a treat to help keep you motivated, or even start your day with a treat
You’re dreading calling the new internet company to set up your new wifi? Well guess what? He’s treating you to coffee and a cinnamon roll from your favorite cafe to help motivate you
You’re dead tired after packing up all your belongings in your room, dinner is your pick babe, whatever you want, yes, Taco Bell is perfectly ok
König:
Very good at following directions and equally good at being perceptive and knowing when to step in without being asked
He knows you have a habit of taking on more than you can handle but he also knows your tells just as well
Increased irritability, you’re more tired than usual, you’re not eating as much, drinking more coffee than you normally do, jittery leg, trouble sleeping, he knows you babe, he sees you
So he does everything he can to prevent you from getting to that point
If you’re complaining about packing all your books, don’t worry about it, he’s on it
You’re stressed about cleaning as you pack, no need, he’s already coming behind you with Clorox wipes, a broom, and a swiffer mop
He encourages you to offload some of your tasks to him, insisting that he knows how you want it done and can do it accordingly
“Schatz, you have so much on your plate already, let me handle renting the truck and getting the supplies, we’ll go over what you want to do first, and I’ll help you do it, ok?”
At the end of the night when your limbs ache from exhaustion, he gently taking your hands in his and massaging the tension away, placing little kisses as he goes
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Hello!! I LOVE your writing, like I’m obsessed! So, I can’t tell if your requests are open, buttt if they are, I would DIE for some fluff turned to angst of a fem!reader who is in a group with cc!Ranboo, cc!Tubbo, cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy nicknamed the chaos squad by the fandom, where she is the least popular in the group and a rumour spread that shes only in it for the popularity, so they slowly stoped inviting her to streams and vlogs and ghosting her.
it could start with like three two sentence stories about the group (or something), how it was formed just fluffy moments, and then be like “but it didn’t stay like that for long..” and explain why she was subtly kicked from the group before a scene where shes streaming and gets asked about why shes not been in any videos anymore.
PHEW that was ALOT, if its to long you can obviously shorten it or just not do it- but if requests are open and you like the idea, I would love to see something like this!! <3
PS. You are super cool, keep up the amazing work!! (When you want to ofc)
-✨🌌🌙 Anon
Thank you so much! I tried my best to include everything :D This literally took me out of my writing slump
Part 2 :)
Pairing(s): cc!Ranboo, cc!Tubbo, cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy x Fem!Reader (Platonic)
Cut Chaos
The feeling of belonging was something nearly everyone chased after. After all, being out of place was simply… lonely. And, somehow, you found yourself slotting into the weirdest place in the world.
A handful of stupid friends.
You always found yourself drawn to dumbasses, in the most affectionate way. Like looks for like, you suppose. And shit, did you find some people that could make you cry laughing even on the worst days.
Ranboo, Tubbo, Wilbur, Tommy. Four people that made the sun rise every day, that dragged you out of bed for the stupidest vlogs to ever exist. Fans adored the five of you together so much that you got a group name for the first time in your career: the Chaos Squad.
Truly, it was a fitting name. The things that the five of you got up to, you’re certain no normal sane person would do. But, well, your job as a streamer already set you apart from the category of “normal” a long time ago, so you definitely didn’t mind the messes you got into with them.
From Tommy dragging the group to an abandoned island, saying it’d be fun to try to escape (you fell out of a tree and Wilbur sprained his ankle), to screaming along at Lovejoy concerts, it felt like the five of you were unstoppable.
And God, did you love them. It didn’t matter how many times Ranboo hit his head on things, you’d still laugh. It didn’t matter that you literally passed out from laughing so hard once, you were still happy. Pure, unfiltered love.
The five of you against the world, forever. You could see it, in those sunny days where you grinned so hard your cheeks hurt (they were the first ones to make you do that—the realization only made you grin harder). The perfect idea of happiness.
Was it any wonder things didn’t stay that way, that perfect, for long?
A rumor.
It always seemed to start with one of those, nowadays. A simple murmur among fans that grew and grew, until you were closing out of twitter at 2, 4, 5 AM, debating if you should just delete the app and put your status on “Do Not Disturb.”
You accepted the fact that being a female content creator was going to be a struggle a long time ago. It was a fact, something you knew you couldn’t avoid, especially in gaming. Having rumors about you online wasn’t new. It would never be new, not as long as you were yourself.
But you thought you’d be past caring about them by now. You thought the tight panic that gripped your heart, made it hard to breathe, was a thing of the past. So stupid.
One private account turned into multiple threads, turned into trends on the trending tab.
Everyone thought you were using your friends, the chaos squad as a whole, just to boost your career. To leech off anyone’s subscribers, just for some money in your pocket.
The idea made you sick to your core.
How dare they? How dare they ever think you didn’t genuinely care for the four? That they were anything less than the lightness in your heart, the freedom on your mind?
Rumors.
You ignored them. Even the thought of addressing them made you feel pissed off like you’ve never been before. It was such an absurd idea! At the very least, you knew your friends would see past the hateful people.
Right?
It starts with an unanswered message in the group chat.
Unanswered messages weren’t new. A stray comment tended to get lost in the general mess that the group chat was, so you weren’t concerned. Just laughed to yourself quietly; it wasn’t important anyways, just a photo of a cat you saw.
Until it happened again. And again. Until more of your messages went ignored than responded to, until the group chat had less and less messages each day.
When the first vlog comes out, the process repeats. It’s on Tommy’s channel, of course. Him, Ranboo, Tubbo, and Wilbur. The chaos squad, just without you. It surprised you, because you never even realized they filmed a video, and normally all of you share upcoming videos.
All the warning signs were obvious, and you were too much of a damn fool.
You filmed one vlog with them after that, exploring a supposedly haunted house, before you woke up a month later and realized you hadn’t talked to them in a week.
One week turns into two, two into three, until you’ve realized what’s happened. You were gone, out of the picture. Happiness had slipped through your fingers faster than you could’ve ever comprehended, and now you were in a dark room—literally.
But what could you do? If they didn’t want you, there was nothing you could do to stop the unraveling of your universe.
So you did the same thing you did before them, defaulting back to what was safe: streaming alone.
Today, it’s just a mindless game. Yesterday was the same, and fuck, this isn’t the same anymore. Not when you don’t have Tubbo in the chat sending messages, or Wilbur using Text-To-Speech.
But you’re here, still streaming. Still going, no matter how tempting it is to just shut off your computer and pretend the last months of your life never happened.
There’s always fans though, and if anything cheers you up, it’s them. So your donations are on, allowing them to be read aloud while you play the silly little unpacking game.
“Where am I putting the diploma guys? Where does this go?” You ask, mouse hovering over the virtual object. “Maybe I’ll just put it under the pillow…”
“StarEmojis donated $15! If up is down and yes is no, how many sides does a triangle have?”
“Thank you, but… uh...” You narrow your eyes at the message. “None, it’s a circle?”
Shrugging, you drag the diploma in the game to under the pillow. The riddle sounds familiar, but not one you know the answer to. It sounds like something Wilbur would send in the group chat at 2 in the morning, honestly.
With that thought in mind, your eyes flicker over the user that donated it. StarEmojis. Not Wilbur.
You’re so stupid for hoping. For the jump in your heart, for the frantic searching.
“StarStarMoon donated $20! Why aren’t you in any Chaos Squad videos anymore? Love you!”
Air catches in your lungs, dread swelling in your chest as your hands still on the mouse and keyboard. That shouldn’t have gotten past the moderators, but it did.
And now you have to answer it.
It wasn’t like you could tell the truth: that you weren’t good enough. That even your best friends didn’t believe you over rumors from strangers online.
Any lie would have a chance of getting back to them though. Not that you can imagine them caring, not anymore.
You swallow past the lump in your throat that’s killing you, taking a breath in before answering. One chance to get the fans to move on, one chance to find the impossible balance between the agony inside of you and cool indifference.
“We’re all just busy.” You say, forcing a smile on your face.
It’s true, at least. Everyone is busy. Everyone except you, that’s it.
“Just scheduling problems. Wil- Wilbur has Lovejoy practices and performances.” You stumble over his name. Did you even have the right to call him Wil anymore? “And Tommy is just always busy. He’s the busiest person, I swear.”
Is that true anymore? You don’t know. He used to be, but you used to help force him to take breaks. Was he taking breaks? You’ll never know.
With another forced smile, you give a half-hearted shrug. “So yeah, just busy, don’t worry guys.”
It’s with baited breath that you wait, eyes scanning chat to see if they bought it. From what you’re seeing, they have.
“Now we need to reorganize these clothes, because they’re killing me like this—“
Your discord pings quietly on another monitor, and you scramble to open it. Just your mods apologizing for letting the donation go through. You send a quick message back to them before pushing the donation to the back of your head just like everything relating to the group you’re no longer part of.
What could you do, anyways?
This was out of your control.
#dsmp#mcyt#mcyt imagine#tommyinnit x reader#tommyinnit x you#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur soot x you#ranboo x reader#ranboo x you#tubbo x reader#tommyinnit#wilbur soot#tubbo#ranboo
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Happy Birthday to the BEST BOY!!🥳🏀❤️
// You have the ability to accomplish everything you set your mind to, and we all know you’re the apple of Yui’s eye. Thank you for never giving up on others and for making Yui the happiest girl alive while letting her feel like a normal teenager! (*＾ワ＾*)
Love you, Ayato! 🫶🏻
Since you guys asked for a new scenario, I decided to deliver it uwu. I’m still not very confident in my writing skills and I’m aware some parts sound really cheesy but I truly hope you will enjoy it! 💖
~Ayato’s Birthday short story~
Yui: Phew… it’s finally done!
( It took me three fails to make his cake but thankfully I finished it on time! )
Uuh… It was supposed to look better though but maybe the good result lays in the taste?
— Yui tries it —
Just like I thought, the taste didn’t deceive me! I tried my best not to make it too sweet, therefore I truly hope Ayato-kun will like it.
Speaking of Ayato-kun, I wonder if he woke up. It might sound a bit childish but I really want to be the first to congratulate him~!
— Place shifts to Ayato’s room —
Yui: Eh? The door is open…? Could it be that he’s awak—…! He left?
???: Nfu, what’s with the long face? Did you and Ayato-kun have a fight~?
Yui: L-Laito-kun! Gosh, don’t just whisper in my ear like that!
Laito: Why not~? Is it because it arouses you? As expected from you, Bitch-chan, you really grow into that nick—
Yui: E-Enough…!
Look, Laito-kun… do you happen to know where exactly Ayato-kun went?
Laito: And what if I do?
Yui: Well… in that case, where is he?
Laito: Bold of you to assume I’d tell you. You’re always so naive~
Yui: Eh? That’s…—
( Of course this guy wouldn’t help me! I can’t believe I really thought asking him would be a good idea… )
Laito: Nfu, I know that face, Bitch-chan, you were judging me in your thoughts, weren’t you? How rude~
Yui: W-Wait, you got the wrong idea! I just—
Laito: And I was merely trying to do you a favor, but I suppose you don’t appreciate such things from any man, am I right?
Yui: I don’t really get what you mean…
Laito: Well…~ all I’m going to say is that if you tried using your head a little, then maybe you would be able to guess where Ayato-kun is.
Yui: Hmm…
( Now that I think about it, the weather is beautiful today, neither too hot nor too cold. As far as I recall, this is Ayato-kun’s ideal type of weather for playing basketball. In that case… could he really be outdoors? )
Ah, I might actually know the place!
Laito: See? Making use of those brain cells once in a blue moon wasn't all that difficult, was it? Now hurry up or else you won’t be the first one to wish your precious boyfriend a “happy birthday” ~
Yui: …!
( Did he eavesdrop on me today!? )
( G-Geez… It’s a bit embarrassing knowing that he listened to such things. Despite this, he truly managed to be helpful in some way. )
Y-Yeah, I’ll leave right now. By the way… thank you, Laito-kun.
— Yui walks away —
Laito: ( Nfu, I wonder if she really guessed that place right. Too bad that desperate face didn’t last any longer, otherwise I might have truly taken advantage of it.~ )
— Place shifts outside the mansion —
Yui: Hoh— that’s a bit heavy!
( I tried to fit everything for his birthday in this basket but it weighs more than I expected! )
( Uuh… I really hope Ayato-kun is around here. )
???: Tsk, damn it!
Yui: That voice—! Ayato-kun!
Ayato: Huh? Yui?
— Yui jumps into his arms —
Yui: Happy Birthday, Ayato-kun…!
Ayato: Hah? Ah… Yeah…
So you remembered it, huh?
Yui: Obviously, there’s no way I would forget such an important day!
Ayato: It wouldn't have made a difference anyway. Birthdays have never been a reason to celebrate for vampires; they are just like any other day. Basically, we couldn’t care less.
Yui: Well… that might be so, however I do care about it. It’s true that humans and vampires have distinct points of view and mindsets, but this still won’t stop me from considering this day special. After all, that’s when Ayato-kun was born and I’m grateful for that, as a result I want to celebrate your birth.
Ayato: …
Yui: ( He suddenly went silent… Ah, did I really exaggerate with that confession? )
Ayato: Yui…
Yui: …!
( He’s smiling so brightly! )
( I would have never thought those words to make Ayato-kun so happy but seeing him like that… my heart can’t help but fill up with so much joy too…! )
Ayato: Geez, I’m supposed to be indifferent about my birthday but look at me grinning like a fool due to a Chichinashi such as yourself. Now you better take responsibility or else—
Yui: ( He says it in such a threatening way but that blushy face proves exactly the opposite, fufu. )
Ayato: Oi, what’s up with that basket?
Yui: ( Oh, right! )
I got something for you!
Ayato: Heh, only for me?
Yui: Yup!
( Although, I truly hope nothing got crushed. )
— Yui opens the basket and serves cake —
Yui: I know it doesn’t look perfect but I’m confident the taste is on your liking. I remembered that you aren’t too fond of very sweet food, therefore I tried avoiding adding marzipan and focus more on the fruits instead. Do you… like it?
Ayato: Haa… there’s no need for those useless explanations. You made that whole cake for me, so yeah, isn’t it obvious that I’d like it?
Yui: Ayato-kun…
— Ayato tastes it —
Ayato: Mm… as expected, it’s good! To be honest, Takoyaki would have been a far superior choice, but I can't deny that the cake Chichinashi made is also quite tasty.
Yui: Fufu, I knew exactly that you were going to say that, so I prepared this for you!
— Yui serves him Takoyaki —
Ayato: Hah!? Are you a magician or somethin’?
Yui: N-not at all! I just know Ayato-kun loves Takoyaki so much that he would eat them everyday, hence they couldn’t miss out on his birthday, right?
Ayato: You…
— Ayato pins her down —
Yui: Eh—?
Ayato: Bet you weren’t prepared for this, were you?
Yui: ( Is he going to suck my blood? )
— Ayato kisses her —
Yui: Nn…!
Ayato: Now I am the one catching you off guard. How does that feel, eh?
Yui: Good…
Ayato: Oh? What happened to “Ayato-kun, that’s so embarrassing!” ?
Yui: I-I mean… it is a bit yet I can’t deny that Ayato-kun’s gentle kisses are the best.
Ayato: Tsk… Why not so cute and honest all the time? Is it ‘cause of my birthday or what now?
Yui: I just felt like it…
( He’s just getting cuter and cuter! )
By the way… there’s one more thing I have to give you.
— Yui starts searching —
Ayato: A photo frame?
Yui: That’s so. I asked the school photographer to take this photo exactly when you scored and brought victory to your team. The happiness you felt in that moment… that’s something I always wish for you to experience.
— Ayato slightly blushes —
Yui: I also tried to decorate the frame myself based on what you like the most b-but if it’s too childish, then I will try to——
( He’s hugging me! )
Ayato: “What you like the most” she said, but how come I don’t see her there too then?
Yui: T-That’s—!
( Was that an indirect confession!? )
Ayato: Pfft… haha, that’s exactly the reaction I expected!
Love you, idiot. You really are the best~!
— Ayato stands up and starts walking away —
Yui: W-Wah—! Hey, d-don’t make fun of me like that!
Ayato: Can’t hear you~! If you wanna tell me something, catch me then!
Yui: You meanie!
— Yui stands up and starts running after him—
Yui: ( I can’t help but feel like a child once again when playing with him like that. It’s such a nostalgic feeling that somehow feels so distant... )
( As we run around the mansion, Ayato-kun is showing me his genuine smile… that’s the face that makes me fall more and more for him each and every day. )
( I love you Ayato-kun, thank you for being born. )
#diabolik lovers#ayato sakamaki#yui komori#dialovers#ayato x yui#ayayui#admin#(the edit is so simple but their smiles are so PRECIOUS)#(I love seeing them happyyyyy)#my edit
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TIME FOR A PROCESS POST let's talk abt getting from this (client sketch - which, btw, i know other artists have talked about this plenty, but i LOOOOOOVE a client sketch as early direction on a commission. LOVE it)
to this!
at first we didn't know if the title was going to go across the desk, or over the central figure (emara's) head against the back wall. so there was a 1st version where we were favoring a higher title, then we started favoring the desk so we scrapped the clutter + centered it more
i used clip studio's 3D models (particularly for the chair, guard, + weapon crates) and perspective rulers to help with laying everything out at this stage, tho i abandoned the 3D pretty early on bc it's a bit too clunky for me. maybe i'll find it quicker to use w more practice!
(the rest under the cut!)
once the basic layout was approved, i threw together a value study to explain how in the final image all the clutter of the bg detail would be unified and pushed back. lately i find myself thinking abt value earlier + earlier in the process; planning ahead saves me a lot of time!
i fiddled with starting to refine things digitally, but then i got A BRAND NEW LIGHTBOX delivered in the mail with perfect timing (lmao) so i just ended up printing off the digital sketch, finalizing in pencil, + scanning back in
then comes five billion different steps of locking in values, again. i did everything greyscale first, but i didn't worry abt getting things super polished at this stage bc i knew color would factor in a lot to later decisions
this is the point at which presenting these wips "step by step" is kind of misleading; i didn't do these stages one at a time, but rather had a BUNCH of different lighting/shading layers that i kept toggling on and off as i worked to make sure everything was coming along well.
(to get some of these caps i actually went into the main file again and turned a bunch of stuff on/off just for the sake of getting specific examples, because actually when i was actively working on it there was rarely a point where i was actually working on something with "all lighting turned off and just the shading on," or anything like that; but i AM interested in showing what effects different lighting/shading changes had on the base colors, even if i wasn't really making these changes in a rigid order.)
i.e., just for the sake of interest, here's how the flat colors look without those adjustments!! but i honestly never looked at it like this on its own for long...i had all the shading/lighting turned off so i could see what i was doing while flatting, but i was constantly checking back and forth.
then tones added on top (which were actually just two copies of the tone folders in the above posts, set to linear burn and overlay) -
which makes it get HORRIFYINGLY dark, but that's when we go in and add a bunch of lighting adjustments.
the most obvious lighting change above is the big burst of hot pink light from the corner, but there was also some masked overlay + burn layers to pop out the guard + emara and make sure they were pulled out from the bg. if this were a standalone illustration, i maybe would have let the bg (and all that painstakingly drawn detail..........) stand out a little more, but a cover functions differently, and i wanted to make sure the eye goes to the title first. that means sacrificing bg detail even if it looks sick lol
then final touches! a lot of my very last touches are things that are close to invisible; gradient maps on very low opacity, noise, a little bit of scribbling on upper layers. the typesetting was all by the client, except for the lettering for "emara king's," which i did myself!
finally, here's a comparison of ⬅where i left off one night close to the deadline thinking "it's probably done, but i'll sleep on it just in case," then all the adjustments i made the next day with fresh eyes.➡ and that's it!!! phew!!! that's how i make a cover!
#my art#process#wip#tutorials#<- not really but. i just figure someone browsing my tutorials tag might be into this#i am so so so so so fucking mad that i didnt think to turn timelapse recording on for this#bc a timelapse wouldve been so fucking sick. but i can at least share this
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hey, first of all, hope you're doing okay!
personally, i'm obsessed with villain!reader fics, so maybe, could you write peter parker x villain!reader? could be any peter you want! just a lot of sexual tension, and a little smut too...? thank you, i love you and your writings!! 😁😁
Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader
Rating || Genres || Warnings: M. Romance. Yes there is smut. Those under 18 do NOT proceed.
A/N: Oooooooooo love me some villain x hero romance :3 Also I picked TASM Peter Parker because well, he deserves love ok?!?! And I need a cold shower after writing that. Phew! Also! I listened to Take My Breath Away by Berlin, and I just think it fit so WELL with the setting of the entire prompt.
It was hopeless.
He was a hero. You were a villain.
A hero and a villain.
That's what the two of you were.
On the opposite side of things.
You weren't exactly a high-profile villain, more of a hired burglar. With your ability to turn invisible and create force fields, you were the perfect candidate for carrying out burglaries that people preferred would go undetected.
You had come to be known as Obake, the Japanese word for ghost.
Though you had used your abilities for your own advantage when you were a teen, you had soon learned that it was better to have someone else pay you using your abilities. You had started to make quite the name for yourself in the underground world. And your steal streak had been spotless.
Until the night you met Spiderman.
You had been in the process of acquiring some jewelry from the safe of a well to do family and had only just stepped out on the roof when you had been startled by a human hanging upside down in front of you.
He had greeted you, to which you had thrown a punch. He had dodged, making some hilarious comment to which you had snapped back. The two of you had exchanged punches, kicks and quips for a good few minutes. Just as you were trying to one-up one another in the physical sense, it also translated to your battle of wits.
Insults, call-outs, making comments, everything was on the table. Just no name calling, you both were civilized people after all.
That first fight he had won, retrieved the jewels and left you bound in spiderweb to be collected by the police.
Which was why the next time you encountered him, you did not hold back and won, making away with the loot and leaving behind a stunned and slightly humiliated hero.
After that all your exchanges had been heated, charged almost, as if the both of you would rather see the other humiliated then anything else.
It wasn't until the third or perhaps fourth encounter that it had all culminated into something........more.
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You groaned loudly as your back collided with the wall behind you. Slightly dazed you took a few moment before standing up once more and glowering at the figure in front of you.
"That all you got?" You goaded the hero, watching as he tensed and prepared to fight you once more. You were quicker this time.
Throwing out your leg, the heel of your boot caught him in the shoulder, sending him flying back just as he had done you. You were panting heavily as you took a running leap and jumped in the air. Spiderman rolled out of the way of your landing point, which would've been right in the face. "Stop squirming you little worm!" You exclaimed, starting to get frustrated.
"Worm! The name is Spiderman! Spider! Honestly at least do me the courtesy of remembering my name while you're trying to pummel me." He responded as he blocked one of your punches only to throw one at your face as well.
Spinning you quickly dodged his punch with a swipe of your arm. "I'll show you that courtesy when you act like a gentleman and stay still so I can punch you." You retorted, throwing forward a force field to try and push him back. But he only jumped out of the way, prompting you to let out an angry growl.
Whatever he had been about to say was cut off with the sudden appearance of several armed men. The both of you paused, unsure of whose side they were on as they all pointed guns in both your direction.
"Give back what you stole." One of them said, prompting you to drop in a fighting stance, already planning your escape route. "This was supposed to be a party of two, gentlemen. It was rather rude of you to crash it." Spiderman's voice came from behind you, prompting you to roll your eyes at him. Unaware to both the hero and the men, you created a force field around you and Spiderman.
And not a moment too soon.
Suddenly the room was echoing with the sounds of bullets being fired. Spiderman had moved to jump out of the line of fire, only to crash into your force field.
You grunted, trying your best to keep the force field up despite the multiple bullets ricocheting off the surface. "Did you just save me?!" Spiderman asked, his voice betraying his surprise as he came to stand next to you.
"You can thank me later."
The bullets were bouncing off the force field and flying in every direction. They managed to hit several of the gunmen, making them drop to the ground as they howled with pain.
Once the attack had subsided you lowered the shield, looking around at the injured men as they clutched at their bleeding wounds. At least the ones that were still alive. "Well that was eventful!" Spiderman stated, looking around as well.
You gave him a look, unaware that a gunman right behind you had found enough strength in him to lift his gun and pull the trigger.
It all happened in a single moment.
You felt Spiderman tense in front of you, saw him leap forward and wrap one arm around your waist, while the other one flew up to shoot a web which he used to pull the both of you upwards.
The bullet just grazed the tips of your shoes as it went flying right where your chest had been not a second ago.
Once you managed to gather your wits, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and didn't protest as he swung the both of you away from the place of attack.
He stopped once there were several buildings between both of you and the gunmen. He lowered you to the ground but still kept his arm around you. "Are you hurt?" He asked, watching as you tried to gather your breath after your first time swinging with him like that.
Finally, you looked at him, the white of your domino mask wide. "Y-you saved me?" He actually scratched the back of his head as he shrugged. "Well, you saved me." He retorted as a way of arguing back. "Guess we saved one another."
Your arms were still locked around his shoulders, and his were around your waist. And the both of you were close.
Very very close.
He was the one who leaned forward first, pressing what you assume were his lips against your own. The fabric of his mask came in the way, but for a brief moment you felt the warmth of his breath against your lips before he pulled back again.
You didn't know what compelled you to do what you did next. But he certainly didn't stop you. Your arms shifted as your fingers found the edge of his mask and pushed the fabric up to reveal his mouth.
You were only given a moment to take in the newly revealed skin. To marvel at how pink his lips were, before he descended on you once more. There was no semblance of softness in the kiss. It was heated to it's very core. Not to mention messy.
Your bodies almost appeared to be glued together as you kissed. He bit your lip, prompting you to catch his tongue and suck. Neither of you were shy when it came to exploring the other's body. Even through the costume you picked up on just how fit he was.
"M-maybe we should-" Whatever he had been about to say was cut off when you jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist and kiss him once more. You bit his lip, taking his soft gasp of surprise as an invitation to explore his mouth with your tongue.
He walked forward, your back hitting the wall, as he returned the kiss with just as much aggression as you showed it. "Just shut up Spidey." You advised into his mouth. He only moaned in agreement, his hands greedily mapping out your curves, before settling under your ass and squeezing slightly.
The act was one you hadn't been expected, prompting you to pull back from the kiss. As soon as he was free, Spiderman busied his lips with sucking, licking and biting the exposed skin of your neck, collar and shoulders. The design of your costume left little to the imagination, yet was still classy enough to not have you being mistaken for an easy lay.
Your fingers gripped the fabric at the back of his mask, yanking his head back so you could better access his bare chin and jaw. Given that he was fully costumed, you would just have to make do with what you had. Your lips latched on to a small area just under his chin and began to suck and bite. Seems you were intent on leaving behind a mark. And he let you.
And once you had had your fill, his gloved fingers came to grip the hair at the back of your head and pull you back. Your mouth released his skin with a loud pop.
"Shit." You whimpered as he ran his teeth along your collarbones, your chest heaving, feeling strained and tight against the fabric of your top. A small cry left your swollen lips as he bit your earlobe, before running his tongue along the smarting skin. The act was enough to compel you to thrust your hips against his, earning a low groan from the hero.
He continued to map your skin with kisses and bites, leaving behind several red patches of skin. Your hands had continued to run along the length of his body, and you could tell he loved it.
So lost were the two of you in your embrace that it was the sound of a nearby police siren that had him pulling away.
With heaving chests and swollen lips, the two of you stared at one another. Slowly he set you back down and stepped away. You suddenly felt very cold at not having his warm body so close to your own. He readjusted his mask, while you straightened your clothes.
Spiderman glanced back at you, and you stared back. But then you blinked, and he was gone.
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Your next encounter would be more then you bargained for.
It had all the makings of a good heist movie.
There was a masquerade ball, villains milling all around, and a safe somewhere in the gorgeous mansion that had something in it with your name on it.
You had dressed carefully for the event, styling yourself to appear as one of the many elite villains that shook hands with the senators, mayors, politicians, and businessmen. They were all in league, which you didn't find surprising. The entire point of the masquerade was to make connections without knowing who the other person was.
And it also provided you with the opportunity to carry out your job. No one had hired you to do it, it had been more of a personal affair.
A girl had to eat in-between jobs.
You were sipping on a champagne flute, watching and waiting for the right moment to slip away. The dress you wore had more then a few men approach you with a proposition. And the mask you had adorned, only added to your allure. Which you denied of course. You weren't about to let anyone distract you from your true intentions.
Finally, you were able to slip out of the ballroom, and once making sure no one saw you, you began to steal your way through the darkened empty hallways. You had already memorized the blueprints of the mansion, but it took you some time to navigate your way through the seemingly endless hallways.
But you managed to find your way just fine. And once the safe was empty, the jewelry inside tucked away in the voluminous fabric of your dress, you gave yourself a metaphorical pat on the back on a job well done, and began to make your way back to the Ballroom.
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However, as you walked back, you had a sneaking suspicion that you were being followed.
Quickly activating your powers, you made to conceal yourself in the shadows as you waited for the person to make themselves known.
Said person dropped down from the ceiling landing in a perfect crouch. Your eyes widened at the familiar figure. Though he was dressed in a tuxedo with a simple black mask covering the top half of his face, you knew who it was.
A little peeved that he was there to stop you, you couldn't help but reach into your garter and pull out a small knife which you threw in his direction. Of course, given his reflexes he caught it mid air.
"I know you're there, Obake." He called out, staring in your general direction. With a sigh you stepped out, allowing yourself to be visible to him as you did. You didn't miss the way he completely went still at your appearance. Ruby painted lips pulled in a smug smile as you shifted where you stood, being sure your leg was completely visible where there was a slit in your dress. "I didn't know you attended Villain parties, Spidey." You said, enjoying how his gaze traveled the length of your exposed leg. You would be lying if you didn't say that having him be completely mesmerized by your appearance didn't stroke your ego a little bit.
"Well I have to bust out my acting chops every now and then to do some spy work. Can't let you always play dress up." He reached up to straighten his bow tie, leaving it even more crooked then it was before. You shook your head, before approaching him. Reaching up you straightened his bow tie, allowing the tips of your fingers to teasingly graze against the exposed skin of his throat.
This had to be the most you had seen him. Your fingers slipped from his throat, only for your hands to come to a rest on his chest.
Your gazes locked and neither of you could look away.
This was the first time your eyes locked without the white lenses of your masks in the way.
Which meant it was the first time you were seeing his eyes and he was seeing yours.
They were brown. A dark brown that had a softness to it that you had never seen in eyes before. They captivated you, and despite your best efforts to look away you just couldn't.
Then again he wasn't any better. He was staring back at you with just as much fascination as you felt.
You would've thought your brain would be too frazzled to make a remark. "Who knew you had such pretty eyes under that mask Spidey." You heard yourself say, the corner of your mouth pulling up in half a smile.
"Its my true superpower." He quipped back his voice sounding breathless. Maybe he was remembering the kiss the both of you had shared not too long ago?
Suddenly he stiffened. His eyes drifted to a spot above your shoulder. His hands came up to grasp your arms as he pulled you into a darkened corner. "Someone's coming." He said.
You could simply turn both him and yourself invisible. It was easy enough to do.
"Maybe if we pretend we were just sneaking off to make out or something, they won't notice us." You whispered. His hands still gripped your shoulders as he looked at you. Suddenly feeling foolish for even suggesting it, you made to shake your head and opened your mouth to tell him to disregard what you had just said.
You were unable to do so, when he suddenly pulled you flush against him and joined your lips in a dance they had done once before.
It was as if something flipped inside you and your body knew exactly what it had to do. Your arms wound around his shoulders. His hands were roaming whatever he could touch. And wherever he did, your skin burned under your dress. You shuddered as he continued to stroke along the length of your body.
Your fingers snaked up to grip his hair. It was so soft, prompting you to dig your nails into his scalp. He let out a loud groan when you did that, causing you to smile against his lips. But he got his revenge when he caught a patch of your skin between his teeth and began to stroke it with his tongue. Your legs nearly gave out from under you when he did that.
But he didn't stop there.
Taking advantage of the very very low neck of the dress he continued to travel downwards, his mouth and tongue stroking every inch of skin as he went. His hands found the slit in your dress, which he pushed aside to reveal your bare leg to him. Somehow you found yourself with your back against the wall, with Spiderman kneeling in front of you with his lips pressing kisses all along the length of your leg.
Heat coiled in your stomach and threatened to release at any moment. But you held it in check. As his mouth ascended, you found yourself wishing that the both of you were in another location. A location where this could go further.
All the way.
Once his mouth reached your thigh, you reached down to pull him back up by his hair. He wasted no time to fuse your lips together once more, tongues battling for dominance as you tried your best to make this moment last as long as you could.
You felt someone pass behind you. They didn't even give a glance in your direction before they disappeared around the corner.
Spidey was the first one to pull back. His hair was tousled, his mask a little lopsided. His eyes still held that cloud of lust which you were sure hung in your eyes as well. Your red lipstick had bled all around his mouth, prompting you to reach out and gently try to rub it away with your thumb.
You stopped though, once you caught sight of the look he was giving you. There was an almost feverish look in his eyes as he held your gaze. Even if you wanted to turn away, you couldn't.
Leaning forward you watched as he turned his head, as if physically restraining himself from kissing you anymore. But that was not your plan.
Instead your warm lips found his neck. Placing a sensual kiss against his warm skin, and leaving behind an imprint of your red lips. You didn't pause, instead you continued to leave kisses along his neck. You only pulled back once you were sure you had imprinted on every inch of his neck and jaw. A deep sigh, one full of longing, escaped your parted lips as your fingers stroked along the sharp cut of his jaw.
"One of these days, we will have to finish what we start." He whispered to which you gave a wry smile. "A little too confident are we Spidey?" You responded, to which he smiled back at you. Still you leaned up to whisper something in his ear. He gave you a startled look, but you only winked at him before disappearing from his arms.
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The curtains were drawn, but the floor to ceiling windows were open, allowing the soft sheer fabric to flutter in the breeze. There was only a little moonlight, enough to allow you to see where you walked, but dark enough that all you could make out were the silhouettes of everything around you.
You were still in your dress from earlier that evening, though you had taken off your heels, jewelry, mask and makeup. You were seated at the vanity, lost in thought and absentmindedly running a brush through your hair as you did. Your mind was occupied by the thoughts of a certain spider-themed hero.
You hadn't been able to not think of your first kiss with him. It had excited you in ways you had never been before. Had sparked a flame in you that had only ever simmered in the past.
When you were with Spiderman, it ignited into a raging inferno.
A ridiculous notion, and yet you could not stop thinking about him since that day. Perhaps that was why you had kissed him tonight once more. You had been curious to know if it was a one time thing. But when he had kissed you back, you couldn't help but want more.
And you still wanted more.
Which was why you had whispered a location and a name in his ear before parting.
The sound of someone landing on the balcony outside alerted you to his presence. You didn't need to turn around to confirm who it was. You knew his footfalls by heart by now. You closed your eyes, breathing deeply to calm your suddenly racing heart.
You felt him come to a stop behind you.
"I didn't think you'd come." You said, your voice barely above a whisper as you felt bare fingers run along the side of your shoulder. Was he still wearing his tux?
"Its rude to keep a lady waiting." He responded, his voice much lower then you had ever heard before. His fingers played with the side of your dress, before slowly lowering it down to expose your shoulder. You stood up, turning around to face him. In the darkened room you couldn't make out his face, but you knew he had removed his mask as well.
Your fingers found his bow tie which you undid, before slowly starting to unbutton his shirt. "As delicious as you looked wearing the tux, I think I prefer you in red and blue." You whispered softly to him, undoing the final button and watching as he shrugged out of both his shirt and his jacket, leaving his torso bare.
"I, however, prefer this dress." He whispered before he took a step forward to run a finger down the length of your exposed skin at the front. "But at the moment, I would prefer you out of it." His words prompted you to reach behind and pull down the zipper of the dress. Given the heavy fabric of the skirts it dropped to the floor, pooling around you.
He inhaled a sharp breath, and you could only imagine how his brown eyes would roam your naked body. You had forgone a bra, since the dress came with one sewn in it. So all that left you in was a pair of silk panties that were beginning to get very very uncomfortable against your burning skin.
Your hands made quick work of his belt, before he pushed down his trousers and took off his shoes and socks, leaving him in just his boxer shorts.
For a few moments, the both of you simply stood there.
There was just something so intimate about that moment. Standing in the dark, naked. You didn't even know his name, and yet here you were, trusting him completely in that moment. Just as he trusted you.
You were the first to reach out, and he took your hand, slowly pulling you close. Your mind was clouded with need, so much so that you nearly missed when he whispered something.
"Peter."
You paused for a brief moment, before you let out a soft laugh. "Y/n. But you already knew that." You were referring to the fact that you had already told him your first name.
Your arms were around one another, and your lips picked up from where they had left off. The last of your barriers slipped away and all that remained was you and him.
In that moment nothing else mattered.
Not the fact that you were a thief and he was a hero. Not the fact that you knew next to nothing about him, just as he knew nothing about you.
As his mouth pressed greedy and hurried kisses all along the side of your neck before descending to the top of your breasts all sense of thought and common sense, whatever was left of it, abandoned you completely.
With how close your bodies were pressed against one another, you could feel him against you. And that only served you to spur him on. A firm pull on his shoulder, and you allowed yourself to fall back on top of the bed just behind you. In a moment Peter was above you, caging you with his arms as he turned his attention to the rest of your body.
With every brush of his hand and his mouth, you arched against him, content on simply laying there and enjoying the attention he showered you with. You would return the favor in due time, but for now, it seemed he was much eager to please you. Probably a male thing.
Not that you were complaining.
The final garment you wore was slipped off, as did his. Your eyes followed as he crawled above you. You reached up to kiss him, arching your body against his to tease him further. Your hands roamed his chest, and you let out a small moan of desire when you felt his sculpted body under your fingers.
Oh you would definitely have fun with him later.
For now though, your bodies pressed together in an embrace that had both of you reaching the height of your passion. You called out to him, clawing at his back as he took you. On his part, he moaned your name against your lips, panting, his entire body shuddering with the effort to stop himself from getting to rough.
Although once you yanked at his hair and threatened to leave him high and dry if he didn't stop holding back, he let go.
You had no idea what happened next. All you felt was an agonizing yet delicious heat coursing through your veins, as your body arched underneath him. Your nails dug into his back, as his name fell from your lips like a broken prayer. Over and over and over. Your head spun at the intensity of your pinnacle, but that didn't stop you from seeking out his lips and kissing him messily, teeth and tongue.
Your bodies were covered in sweat from your excursions, but neither of you were willing to pull away. At least not completely.
You didn't know what the future would bring for the both of you, but as you lay in his arms in the aftermath of your coupling you found you didn't really care.
Whatever would come, or wouldn't come, you were ready to fight for it. And as Peter pressed one final kiss to the top of your head, you know he would too.
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Dating Eddie Munson Would Include...
Request: I’m so excIted for the Stranger Things season four stuff!! Can I please request some headcanons about what dating Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) would include, please? thank you so much!
I love this man so much so thank you!!
Warning: slight NSFW!
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Eddie Munson is... a lot to deal with, in the best way possible. (Baby boy I’m so sorry for saying that about you ily so much I want to wrap my little goblin man up in a blanket and bonk his head fondly I’m going insane.)
I don’t know, I just feel like Eddie would have known you forever. Both in the physical sense, with you only being a few years apart in school, but also that kind of ‘man I’m living in a dream, this is my soulmate and I’m just a dork standing outside life looking in at nirvana’ kind of way.
The first day he met you, he was too nervous to say anything. Instead, he just turned a blooming red all over his face and neck, latched one of his homemade bracelets onto your wrist, and then ran back into class.
The two of you have always been fast friends since then, but sometimes he would confuse you. Looking back, you were just too young to understand why exactly Eddie Munson would keep looking up at you like that. With that tilted, wide wonderous brown eye look and tense jaw. Sometimes, when you’d go out with a little snotty nosed Steve Harrington (the good ol’ days before he was a cool babysitter) you’d follow Steve’s scrunched up nose and confused head tilt to find Eddie sitting over by himself near the swing set. He’s stopped doodling in his journal, but instead ducks his head and buries them deep into the pages to hide his blush at getting caught by you. Or, he’d be skating back home after school ended, and as he fist bumped you goodbye he would always turn around to give you one last last look before he zoomed off down the boulevard - one warm eyed smile that seemed to burn like sun tinged clover as the sun crested behind his head.
So PHEW man, when he was finally in High School and only a few months away from ‘graduating’ for the first time, he finally mustered up the courage to pour out all the words that have been stuck bouncing around his brain and choked up in his chest over the last lingering years. It was a dank, dusty looking kind of autumn night, one’s where Eddie took his mind off all the revision he was not doing by going out and playing gigs to empty bars. Even with only a few drunkards stumbling about the stools, and even if the place reeked of ammonia and smoke, he could feel his heart pound along to the drumming of his friend when he spotted you slip in through the back doors, coming to cheer him on. When you grinned and waved awkwardly up at him, he finally seemed to understand what true happiness must feel like.
When he drops his beloved guitar and runs down off the stage once the set is over, everything finally just comes blurting out from the pit of his stomach like some frenzied hurricane of messy nonsensical noise.
I’ve got to be honest, dating him isn’t the easiest hill you could have chosen to run up in your life, but it’s by far the most important one you’ll ever choose to take.
He comes to pick you up and drive you both to school every. single. day. My man is impatient (not to get to school, he couldn’t care less about that. It’s just been over seven hours since he last saw you and he’s literally vibrating in his seat), so either be out of the house before he arrives or be ready to try and calm your angry parents when Eddie comes skewing up the road with his hand slammed on the horn. Be prepared as well for him to shove the passenger door open and immediately lean over the gear box to make out with you for a hot minute before you’ve even had a chance to sit down properly. Even though he’s just had his tongue slipped between your lips, he always acts like a flustered little field mouse when he pulls away and smiles at you. He’s such a cutie pie - still nervous and all shy when he leans down and pulls a bag of croissants out from under his seat that he bought you for breakfast.
I mean, you spend half the time eating it, and half the time taking a bite and then shoving it into Eddie’s face so he can share it with you while he’s driving, but you always appreciate the sentiment.
I mean, like... you HAVE to be part of the Hellfire Club right??? Eddie couldn’t bear it if you were away from him that long, so honestly despite how heated and intense the roleplaying sessions can get, they’re also pretty sweet at the same time. Mainly cute looks from Eddie from behind his manual, throwing you heart filled side eyes any time you roll the die. Or, when someone else is deciding their turn, you see a slight grin tug on the side of Eddie’s lips before you feel a thump against your foot under the table. He can’t help the way his chest starts to shake with laughter as you begin to play footsie hard enough to shake the table, even if he’s pretending to be all official and looking straight ahead at the game. In the end, Mike’s had enough and pretends to fake gag at the two of you, which usually ends with Eddie steamrolling his character with a terrible event in revenge lmao.
But by GOODNESS seeing you in one of their Club shirts??? My man will literally roll his eyes back in his head, stagger back into the lockers and clutch a hand over his heart before he falls to his knees pretending to faint every time he finally sees you in the corridor between lessons. Hearing you laugh always makes him burst into those sweet, high-pitched and hair swirling giggles, and that’s all he wants out of life. The sound is the most magical feeling in the world, and suddenly everything seems to make sense as he looks up at you with that bright smile and eyes near bursting with all the love the Universe can barely contain.
He’s definitely a full body kisser - the kind where he just grabs you by the elbow as you pass by in a blur of warmth, cups your cheeks as you turn to look at him in surprise, and kisses you silly. The kind where his back completely hunches over so you’re all encompassed by him, and his cheeks are so smashed against your own while he presses his plump lips against yours that you swear you can feel infinity. And then the little cheek will just swagger off to his last period as if nothing happened. You can always catch him looking back at you with a proud smirk and the softest ass eyes you’ve ever seen, despite his cocky strut.
Eddie pretends to be all confident 24/7, but honestly he struggles to play properly with his band unless you’re there with him. He feels like you’re his lucky charm, the one good thing in his life gifted to finally get his life in order (86′ is his year baby!) Mainly though, he just likes to show off to you during band practice, prancing around the stage and doing very dramatic twirls and reckless looking headbanging to make you laugh.
The two of you usually sneak off to hang out in the forest behind the school, once you’ve finished eating lunch with the rest of the Hellfire Club. With his arm around your shoulder, the two of you saunter off and away into the welcoming mists. He puts up a nonchalant façade as the two of you chat familiarly and warmly, but you know deep down that the things people write about D & D, the way other students whisper about the devil behind his back do get to him. This is the time of the day when he allows his softer, gentler side to come out to you - a rose blooming in the dirt in spite of the thorns. Do NOT tell anyone though, otherwise he gets all flustered and hyped up about it, but he does like to come out here to the outskirts and sit with you on the bench for a while. It’s always an intricate ritual, one well known but well versed so he can feel safe for a while. He starts by placing his head on your shoulder while he’s talking, and then a few moments later you can wrap your arm around his shoulder. Then he collapses sideways into your chest, and you just sit there hugging him for as long as he needs, rocking back and forth every so often.
On the days when he’s feeling brighter and more revved up due to a mixture of the excitement of starting a new campaign, and the continuous revelation that he’s here!! With you!! With you!!! he’ll shove you down onto the dirt before collapsing down beside you. Lying hip to hip and forehead to forehead, he feels more calm and at peace than he ever has in his twenty years of life. Putting his hands behind his head, you lean up to rest against his elbow as he makes up stupid stories about the shapes of the clouds. He always ends up turned to face you, though, his larger hands gingerly caressing the top of your arms as he bops his nose against your own fondly.
These are the kind of times when he likes to invent up these big, grandiose and ostentatious plans about how the two of you are going to escape Hawkins... move out somewhere on the coast, where he can become a tattoo artist, or perhaps a science fiction writer, and the two of you will be happy and free forever.
Some people think he wouldn’t be much into PDA, but my boi is HUGELY into it. He’s constantly got his hand resting on your knee under the lunch table, before biting his lip and trying not to smirk as he hears your breath hitch from where he’s gripped your thigh. Or when you’re cleaning up after the latest campaign has ended, he likes to pull you against his chest and drag you away from your very disgruntled and head shaking friends. He likes to rest his head on your shoulder, burrowing in like a puppy searching for treats, looking up at you from behind his fringe with a dopey smile and lightning struck eyes. He adores it when you play with his curls - Eddie will give exaggerated shivers and fall backwards onto the floor, curling up in laughter and gazing at you as if you hung all the stars in the sky.
He always gives you his jacket when he walks you from his car back to your doorway after school. He tightens his hand on your shoulders and leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead when you try to shrug it off and give it back to him. He winks and walks off, shouting behind his shoulder that it ‘looks way hotter on you than it ever will on me!’ He’s a strangely observant man, so he always does small things like this if he thinks something’s wrong or that you’re uncomfortable in any way.
This trait has nearly got him in trouble many, many times. Mainly due to the fact that any time you’ve had a falling out with someone, or the usual jocks are being rude to you due to your association with the freak Eddie Munson, he climbs up onto the tables at lunch and starts shouting across the hall at the person. Dustin manages about half the time to grab his leg and pull him back onto his seat before a teacher grabs him by the collar and gives him yet another detention.
On the weekends, when he’s at band practice and you’ve chosen to spend some time hanging out with your other friends Steve and Robin at ‘Family Video’, he’ll come sneaking in all innocent looking before sliding up to the counter. He’ll pretend to be busy looking at the snacks for sale, before overplaying the way he taps Steve’s shoulder.
‘Excuse me my good sir, I’m looking for the perfect move to impress the hottest, most badass person in Hawkins. Big plans, you ask? Why if you must know, it’s for me, I’m the hottest-’
The sentence ends with him earning a shove in the ribs from you.
He gets quite lonely, being all by himself at the trailer while his Uncle’s out working nights. So, he rings you up and promises that if you come over right now (the night before a class test, may I add), he’ll cook dinner for you. And, to be fair... he kind of does? But he also manages to cook the fringes of the kitchenette curtains, burn half the counter space, and set the bottom of the cabinets on fire. You end up managing to wrangle a very fed up sounding Steve into picking up and driving over to drop off a peperoni pizza to the two of you, before spending the night cuddled up on his bed watching the absolutely terrible movie he picked up at said movie store mentioned earlier. He cannot keep his hands to himself, though, man is so fidgety. If he’s not distracting you by crawling onto your lap and trying to kiss you through the bracket of his arms, he’s sliding his palms under your legs and trying to flip you over to straddle him. He’s spending the night climbing over your body like a sloth going wild, until he’s finally comfortably latched on and has fallen fast asleep. By the time the end credits roll, your legs are completely asleep due to the weight of his own on top of them, and he’s snoring with his nose pressed against your cheek.
Sometimes he’ll wake up for a moment, eyelashes fluttering open to a strange tickling sensation on his skin. Turns out, you’re just letting him sleep, silently running your pointer finger over the outline of his tattoos in the hope of soothing his dreams. When he looks down and notices the bracelet he gave you on the first day of school still roped onto your wrist, he nearly starts crying against you.
When poor Chrissy Cunningham gets... well, he’s almost surprised to find you lifting up the boat tarp and immediately falling onto him to wrap him up in the tightest hug your body could muster. He starts weeping into your neck, his own arms holding you in so tight a vice you fear you may burst right there and then. He was just so afraid - not of the cops, or that the town might think he’s a murderer, but that you would believe the lies they were spreading about him and never want to see him again.
You refuse to leave him. So, while the others go out to get the shattered looking man some groceries, you just sit with him for as long as needs. For a few hours it’s just the two of you on the boat dock, sitting side by side with your knees pressed up against your chests. He’s still too shaken to speak properly, in full sentences without choking back a sob. Every time his mouth blubbers open, and he turns to you with those misty, terrified wild eyes, you just grab his hand and squeeze it gently as you rest it on your knee. Every time his bottom lip starts shaking, and his breath hitches as if he’s about to pass out, you cradle his face and coo at him about how everything is going to be alright, and you’ll never ever leave him again. He burrows those words into his heart like a man desperate for air, leaning slowly forward to press a shaky kiss against your lips. He refuses to pull away, instead simultaneously pressing his forehead against yours, gasping for breath as he tugs your hand to hold against his heart.
Something had drawn the two of you together for as long as either of you could remember, and you would be damned if the wolves of Hawkins or some damn curse was going to rip you apart when your lives were just beginning.
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Scrabble (w/bucky barnes)
Imagine: You and Bucky are enjoying a weekend off when you suggest playing a game Buck used to play back in the day. He's not as good as he remembers.
Contains: soft and healed Bucky because he deserves it ok I will personally seriously maim anyone who comes for my favorite soldier
Warnings: Implications of smutty activity, but no descriptors/details
You had never been as content as you were right in that moment.
It was a late Sunday morning and you were in bed, boyfriend curled around you. Bucky was still asleep, scruff tickling your skin and cold toes pressed against your legs. His metal arm rested on your hip, the other thrown somewhere under the mountain of covers.
His metal fingers would flex every once in a while, making you smile as he dreamt. The nightmares had faded significantly, becoming less and less frequent the longer you two were together.
Bucky had a lot of normal dreams now; grocery shopping while naked, being at the dentist, fighting Godzilla-that last one came the night after you watched the old classic.
But he woke up from every one of those dreams with a smile on his face. To him, even the uncomfortable dreams were special. They were a sign of normality.
"I floss," Bucky mumbled, breaking you from your thoughts. You bit your lip, trying desperately not to laugh. But the thought of Bucky arguing with someone about whether or not he flossed was too funny. As you giggled, chest shaking, he began to stir.
He hummed, eyes slowly blinking open.
"Sorry," you spoke softly once you got your laughter under control. "I didn't mean to wake you up."
"Is everything okay?"
If you weren't already laying down you would have swooned. Bucky's voice was already pretty deep, but his morning voice? Phew.
"You were talking in your sleep again, it made me laugh."
He groaned, tightening his arm around you and pulling you closer to him. "Not again. What was it this time?"
"Flossing."
Bucky chuckled, laying his head on your chest. Your hand automatically moved to his head where you began running your fingers them through his hair.
“My dentist didn't believe I was flossing."
You snickered.
“I could tell, you sounded mad."
"I was. I told him I did it twice a day and he didn't believe me."
You hummed, the room going quiet again as you played with Bucky's hair.
"What should we do today?"
"Absolutely nothing."
"We should do something. It's so rare to have a day off."
"Exactly, so let's just relax."
"I guess I could go for some relaxation."
You continued to weave your fingers throughout his hair, thinking.
"Oh! We could play some board games today. Board games and cuddles and coffee sounds like a good Sunday."
Bucky lifted his head from your chest to give you a sweet kiss. "That sounds perfect."
You slid out of bed, even as Bucky groaned and made grabby hands at you. "I'm gonna put on some coffee and pick our first game!"
There was a chill in the air so you slid on your sweatpants and one of Bucky's hoodies. You happily skipped to the kitchen, turning on the coffee pot before moving to the closet that held all the board games.
Bucky shuffled out of the bedroom a few moments later, going straight for the coffee.
"Any game preferences?"
"Whatever you want, babe."
"How about Scrabble?"
"Sure."
You cheered, bringing the game over to the kitchen table where Bucky sat with his coffee and some toast.
"I haven't played this in forever, but it was my favorite growing up. Have you ever played?"
"Well not to brag, but I was a scrabble master back in the day," Bucky puffed out his chest.
“We’ll see about that."
You set up the game, then got yourself coffee and a bowl of cereal before settling at the table.
"Oldest always goes first, so go ahead old man."
Bucky glared but spun the board to face him.
"I'm going to crush you," he muttered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing!" He called in a sing song voice while he put down his first word; sweet.
As you were in charge of recording the points, you wrote down his before spinning the board towards you with a sly grin on your face.
“If that's the best you got, you're going down."
"We'll see about that doll."
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"That's not a word!"
"Yes it is!"
"No it isn't! I've been playing this game way longer than you have and it has never been a word!"
"Last time you played was in the 1930's Buck! Words have evolved!"
Bucky frowned at the board where you had just placed the word Jeggings, branching off of his earlier word Jeans.
"Whatever, cheater. What are the points now?"
"124 to 56."
"See? I'm winning without cheating."
"124 points to me, 56 points to you."
"What?!"
"I'm winning,” you confirmed with a toothy grin.
Bucky crossed his arms, glaring down at the board.
“I can make a come back, just you wait."
"I'm waiting."
"Shut up."
•
"It's okay to give up, Buck."
"I never give up."
You rolled your eyes at your extremely dramatic boyfriend.
The game of Scrabble was nearing it's end. There were no more letters in the bag, and the two of you had only a few letters left. You had finished your turns, electing to take a deduction of 5 points for your remaining letters. But Bucky refused to call it quits and take a deduction of 15 points, claiming 'every point counts.'
"I don't think that J is going anywhere, babe."
It was true. The board was full of crowed words and there was no way he was going to be able to stick a J anywhere.
"Yes it is."
Rolling your eyes you stood up from the couch. "Alright well you work on that and I'm gonna make us lunch."
Yeah, it was lunch time already. That was how long this game had gone on. You bounced around the kitchen, putting together two sandwiches as Bucky continued to sit in front of the Scrabble board and stare in tense concentration.
Walking back into the living room you announced lunch was ready before setting down Bucky's sandwich and a soda. You sat down with your own food, digging in as your boyfriend remained utterly still.
"Buck, you tried your absolute best. But the board is totally full, there's no where for anything else to go."
Nothing.
You continued to eat and Bucky continued to sit and stare at the board. Eventually you finished your sandwich and drink, then Bucky's, before cleaning up the kitchen. Back in the living room the solider was still going strong. As this point you were convinced he was just doing this to get a rise out of you.
But two could play at that game, and you weren't afraid to play dirty.
Sighing dramatically, you stood behind the couch and behind where your boyfriend was sat in silence.
"Do you think the AC is broken? I feel like it's getting a bit hot."
Nothing.
"Maybe it's just me, but I swear it is hot in here."
Nothing.
Huffing, you slipped your sweatpants off and swung them over his head and across the living room.
Nothing.
Glaring at the back of his head now, you took your shirt off and threw that in the same direction as the pants.
Nothing.
Gritting your teeth, you then took off your undergarments and tossed them too.
NOTHING.
Throwing your hands up in the air you shouted, "Unbelievable!"
Stomping now, you moved around the couch and stopped directly in front of the coffee table and Bucky with his head down. You crossed your arms, jutted out your hip and tapped your foot.
"Buck?"
He refused to look up, and for a moment you really considered just strangling him.
In a last ditch effort you said, "Alright! You win, Buck. You win."
His head shot up, a triumphant smile on his face.
"Really? I-" His voice died off as he took in your current state.
"You-" he gulped, hands clenching and unclenching.
You grinned wickedly, enjoying his reaction. "I said you were the winner. Was I lying, sir?"
You uncrossed your arms, letting them fall to your sides.
And not a moment later Buck had you over his shoulder as he headed back towards the bedroom.
A perfect Sunday indeed.
#imagine#marvel#bucky x reader#bucky barnes#james bucky buchanan barnes#marvel imagine#marvel fanfiction#fanfiction#fanfic#bucky imagine#bucky barnes imagine#avengers
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FORGOTTEN.
husband!nanami x wife!reader
wc:1.3K
contains: angst w/ nanami, afab!reader (she/her prns used), bit of fluff @ the end, slight mentions of drinking
a/n: this is my first fic so im sorry if its a bit... ass...... ya... LOL ermmm hope u enjoy <3
nanamii<3:
8:30. drinks, snacks, movie. You + me?
y/n:
is that even a question?? ofc baby :)
y/n:
dont be late, ill be waitinggggg
nanamii<3:
I wont be, I promise.
i set two glasses down on the coffee table, with the best wine set alongside them, a bowl of popcorn, and some candies i went and got earlier. everything looks perfect. oh- and lets not forget, our favorite movie, La La Land. he should be here any second now so i sit, waiting patiently, trying to contain my excitement.
8:45, phew, trafic must be bad. ill just shoot him a little text
y/n:
“hey sweetie, everything alright? miss u!!! got our movie ready for us!!!”
9:00, a sinking feeling settled in. maybe he's just running late, I thought, trying to hold on to hope.
the minutes dragged on, 9:30. 10:00
10:50.
i’m tired. i walk up to our room with trembling legs and my- already bad vision- is clouded teary, blurry eyes. half from the wine i’ve guzzled down, the other half from crying.
he promised. promised. he said he wouldn't be late and here i am, left with dissapointment. i crawl into my side of the bed sobbing, until sleep, finally overcomes me.
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meanwhile, nanami is rushing and rushing to get out and into his car, speeding to his wonderful wife.
"shit. shit shit shit" he mumbles looking at his watch which reads 11:30. "i got carried away with my work god she’s gonna be so disappointed. i promised i’d be home early today for our long-awaited date. drinks, extremely unhealthy snacks,but most importantly, her: the perfect time."
i race to the door and quickly unlock it. “sweetheart?” i call out. i walk in to see a wine glass spilled on our coffee table, her phone, and a black tv screen.
fuck.
shes been drinking.
i run my fingers through my hair, guilt just running through my veins. i loosen my tie and walk up to our shared bedroom, finding my beautiful wife curled up into our blankets.
“sweetheart, i am so so sorry-“
i pause as i notice the pillow stained with tears and her beautiful face, looking like she’s been crying. which makes me wanna cry. i look over at our clock. 3 hours. i hate to wake her but i need to see my baby.
“baby..?” i gently shake her awake and i hear her voice. breaking. i wrap my arms around her body.
“‘min..?” she says with sleep coating her words.
“yes sweetheart it’s me. look, i’m so sorry i just got caught up with-“
“just *hic* save it. don’t ’wanna hear it anymore nanami.”
she uses my full name.
“ baby please please i’m so so s-“
“‘said stop it. hic ‘don’t love me *hic* ‘don’t care about me. just get off me and *hic* stop.”
my heart drops. don’t care about her? how could she ever think something like that?
“ love you know i care about you okay? you’re just a bit tipsy and-“
“‘s always my fault isn’t it? *hic* how could i know you care when *hic* all you do is work work work.”
“don’t wanna be your *hic* wife anymore.”
what?
she doesn't.. what?
“stop it, don’t you dare say that” i respond with not only a breaking voice; but a breaking heart. she doesn’t mean it she’s just- tired. right? i mean, how could she?
right?
“tell me you don’t mean that doll, tell me now. baby please. please.” i say while peppering wet kisses on her damp cheeks. my voice is breaking and you could hear me on the verge of tears.
she doesn’t respond. why isn’t she talking. does she mean it? this is all my fault. i’ve been prioritizing work while my real priority has been slipping away from me?
i look over and she’s asleep. her beautiful eyes are closed and she’s breathing softly. i quickly get undressed and slide into bed with her.
there’s no way i can leave my baby alone in bed.
i wrap my arms around her, only for her to turn her back towards me and out of my touch.
she was awake.
tears threaten to fall from my eyes as i kiss her “i love you. so much baby.” and with that, i grab my stuff and walk out.
she’d probably want me on the couch anyways.
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fuck. my head is pounding and i feel like absolute shit. i sit up holding my head reaching my hand out to his side of the bed.
oh.
he isn't here.
whatever. didn't want him here anyways.
i think.
i step into our large bathroom and start a shower and as i’m rinsing the disappointment off my body, i almost miss the soft opening and shutting of a door.
was that in here? is that him?
he hasn’t said anything yet so neither will i. i turn the shower off and wrap myself with a towel and yank open the curtain shocked seeing him sitting on the toilet. waiting for me. i lock eyes with him.
mistake number 1.
he looks like shit.
eyes swollen and heavy with guilt, slight, no- very obvious red flush across his face, and tear-stained cheeks.
“baby please” is all he says when he rushes infront of me, blocking the exit.
ignoring his presence seems to be impossible.
“what do you want nanami” i say coldly, my gaze not daring to meet his.
“i am so sorry beautiful. i am so. sorry. there’s no excuse and no other way to express how sorry i am." he starts. "sorry can’t and won’t cut it. i love you and i do care about you. just so much. i’m so happy you’re in my life and i never regret marrying you, i only regret the mistakes i’ve made." he stops and takes a small breath. "you should be my number one priority. i’ve been terrible to you. i will do anything and everything for you.” he says desperately and tears streaming down his face. he’s crying. he’s sobbing actually trying to apologize. i finally look up at him with water-filled eyes.
before i can say anything, he pulls me in tight and is breaking down. “i-i’m so sorry sweetie i’m so so sorry-“ he can’t barely speak without sniffles. i’ve never seen him like this before. i wrap my arms around him and when i do he releases a sigh of relief.
“oh thank god” he says quickly before pulling me in even closer.
“did you mean it?” he asks, his voice quivering. “w-what you said las- night”
i take a second to think before answering. what’d i-
oh.
my heart drops.
“plea-please tell me you didn’t. r-right? you didn’t ’mean it?”
i look up at him, his lips are trembling and his face is red.
“no, i didn’t. i shouldn’t have said that. i’m sorry ‘min.”
“o-okay because if you did i- i wouldn’t know what to- to do. i’m sorry you can get changed n-now ill be waiting for you in the living room, okay love?”
“okay.” i whisper as i watch him turn around and shut the door.
i finally finish my post-shower duties and walk out of the bathroom.
is that.. apple pie im smelling or am i going crazy?
i must’ve taken forever because by the time i get out there, he’s knocked out. but he’s knocked out on a cute blanket laid across the floor with a box of my favorite donuts, a bottle of orange juice with 2 glasses, and-
an apple pie cinnamon candle buring away.
he set this all up as i was sleeping?
as if on cue, he slowly opens his eyes staring at me staring at him and the cutest set up ever.
i sniffle “did all this for- me?”
he stands up and softly grabs my hand to come sit with him, “of course doll. look”- he says grabbing the TV remote
“we can even watch our favorite movie.”
#first fic#kindanervy#nanami kento#nanami x reader#nanami angst#jjk angst#jjk x reader#jjk nanami#i love him sm#nanami fluff#jujutsu nanami#thistookforever
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one step more
summary: terzo catches his daughter sneaking out of the house.
it is stated that violetta has a mother (presumably reader). more notes at the end. i hope you enjoy <3
“One step at a time, Violetta.” The drunken teenage girl thought to herself, walking down the dark hallway to your section of the abbey. The hall had never felt this long before. Sure, she complained like a bitch every time she left something in the commons after just getting comfortable in bed, having to walk through the lengthy corridor in her pajamas to retrieve it, but it was never this bad. With every step she took, it seemed as if the corridor seemed to stretch just one step more.
She inched down the hall, her jet-black hair dirty and tangled, the makeup she spent hours perfecting beginning to melt away, her platform boots in hand. Those stupid fucking boots. So cute but so damn inconvenient. She almost bust her face open twice on the walk home, drunkenly stumbling on the sidewalk before taking them off. She knew it was stupid, sneaking out to go to concerts and parties instead of studying or spending time with her family. But recently, she hadn’t been feeling like herself. She couldn’t explain it, she just felt… off. And if taking a few too many shots and jumping around to the sound of ear-splitting screams with a bunch of strangers let her forget about it for a moment, she was willing to do so.
She blinked, and she made it to the entrance. A large black door containing elaborate engravings around the frame and the name “Emeritus” carved on the top stood before her. Slowly and carefully, she turned the door knob and pushed gently. Damn it, this door was old and creaky. If anyone asked what the noise was about in the morning, she would just say she left her headphones in the commons, which was a common occurrence. She opened her phone to check the time. 1:56 am.
She tiptoed her way in, turned around, shut the door slowly until she heard the satisfying click, and let go. Setting her boots down by the door, she inhaled deeply and let out a sigh of relief.
Phew.
“How was the party, Violetta?”
And as she lifted her gaze from the floor, there sat her father, Terzo, in the large recliner by the fire, swirling a glass of wine in his hand.
Shit.
Violetta stood by the door dumbfounded , painted lips agape yet not able to produce any words.
“And the one before that?”
The silence was deafening. The only thing audible was the repetitive ticking of the grandfather clock, typically gone unnoticed during the day.
“And the one before that?” he continued.
He took an extended sip from the glass, pretending to wait for a response, knowing damn well he wasn’t going to get one.
“There was even one on a Tuesday. Who goes to the club on a Tuesday?” he remarked.
Like this man hadn’t been to the club on a Tuesday.
“I’m sorry.” was all she managed to get out, staring at a singular spot on the carpet rather than into his eyes, trying to maintain her balance.
“Sit.” He said, gesturing to the couch across from him.
Violetta dragged herself over to the couch, putting a concerning amount of thought into each step. While she sat down, Terzo placed the glass onto the coffee table as she attempted not to look at it. She’d rather stare into her father’s disappointed eyes than look at any kind of alcohol right now. Just the thought of it made her stomach churn.
“Are you drunk?” Terzo asked, leaning forward, his tone eerily indistinguishable.
“Uh…”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah.”
There was no point in trying to hide it.
“Violetta…” her father said, rubbing his face with his hands.
He then started rambling, going off on what was presumably some sort of lecture about sneaking out. But as he kept talking, he kept getting quieter, and everything else got louder. A sickly feeling in her stomach began to grow, and a dull ache in her head was becoming more and more noticeable.
“Give me one moment.” Terzo said, standing up and exiting the room.
Fuck, he was gonna tell Mom.
Violetta shut her eyes, focusing on her breathing as the fatigue grew by the second with each tick of the clock. Her body was heating up, a tingling feeling spreading throughout her body. She was so embarrassed, caught by her dad while she was shitfaced out of her mind. She wanted to go to bed and wake up and feel better, and pretend this was all a bad dream.
When she opened her eyes, she was not faced with her mother, rather than her father, kneeling in front of her, wiping off the smudged black and white paint on her face. She really was her father’s daughter.
Terzo looked down at his daughter’s face, his heart growing with each swipe of the makeup wipe, as more and more of her was revealed. It had been so long since he’d seen her. His daughter. After he was done taking off her makeup, he tossed the wipe on the table.
The walls were spinning. Her stomach was churning. Her head was pounding.
“I think I’m gonna-“
Terzo quickly grabbed a large plastic bowl he had set on the table, previously gone unnoticed, and handed it to his daughter.
Just as the discomfort reached its climax, she retched into the bowl, emptying the contents of her stomach. When she was finally done, she set the bowl on the side of the table.
Much better.
“Better?” Terzo asked, sitting beside Violetta on the couch.
“Yeah.” She said, shooting him a weary thumbs up. Her headache was fading away, her stomach settled, and her body began to cool down.
“Good.” he replied.
And just moments after she felt the relief from the physical pain, another pain started to settle in: emotional pain. She didn’t know why it happened. It just did. Her chest started to ache, her throat tightened up, and her vision started to blur with tears.
“Are you mad at me?” she squeaked timidly, voice cracking.
“No.” he replied.
“You promise?”
“I promise.” he confirmed with a brief nod.
“Being a parent is weird, even after all this time. Of course when I see you leaving the house and partying I at first want to get upset. You know, I did the same things when I was your age. Worse. I was a party animal. Maybe ‘was’ is not the proper word. But I settled down after we had you. But nobody ever talked to me about it. I was scolded before I even understood the consequences of what I was doing. So I want to ask, how are you doing?”
“I don’t know.” she replied, somewhat honestly.
The tears welling up finally escaped her eyes, uncontrollably streaming down her face as she let out soft gasps and hiccups.
“Oh, la mia stellina, do not cry… It’s okay.” He reassured her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly.
It had been so long since they had hugged like this, since they had had a moment, just the two of them together. “I’m sorry it has taken me this long to check in on you.” He said as the two pulled away from their embrace.
“No, it’s okay, I’m sorry I’ve been sneaking out.” Violetta apologized, wiping tears from her eyes.
“Maybe we are both sorry. That’s okay.” He reassured her.
“Yeah.” She sniffed.
“I mean, honestly, it’s not all because I’m feeling weird. Going out is… fun.” She admitted.
“Trust me, I know. You are a teenager. You will go out and do teenage things. I cannot stop that. You are growing up. But I also want to make sure you’re being safe. That is my greatest concern. No taking anything from strangers, no walking alone at night, you know. You know this. You are smart, Violetta. That is why this is worrying me that something else is going on.”
“I’ve just been feeling weird. Different. I don’t know if depressed is the right word-“
“You have not been thinking of hurting yourself, have you?” Terzo interrupted, his facial expression morphing into one of panic as he collected both her hands in his.
“No.” she replied.
“You promise?” He said, voice dropping into a low whisper.
“Yes.”
“You promise me?”
“Yes, Papa. I promise.” she reiterated, looking into his eyes.
Papa.
He missed that word.
“Okay.”
“I don’t know, I just don’t really feel like myself. Just different. Like I’m watching my life go by and I’m just… inside my body.” she explained.
“Violetta, you can tell me these things. I am always here for you. I want to be a part of your life. I have no idea what an ideal father looks like. But I try my hardest to be one. I miss talking to you. The longest conversations we have are when we’re arguing. I do not want it to be this way. But that is how it has become.”
A looming silence spread throughout the room, leaving nothing but the faint sound of ticking until Terzo let in a shaky breath.
“Tell me, Violetta, what can I do to change this?”
And in a newly adopted, weaker tone, Terzo muttered,
“What can I do to be a part of your life again?”
“You will always be a part of my life, Papa. Even if you aren’t always with me. You don’t have to do anything else. This is all I needed. A reminder.” She reassured him.
“I will always do more. Take the extra mile. Even just one step more. Always for you.” Terzo professed.
“Thank you, Papa. I love you.”
“I love you too, Violetta. La mia stellina.” He said, pulling her in and holding her tightly.
“Tomorrow we can go for a car ride and listen to music, like we used to? Sound good?” he asked as the two pulled away from each other.
“Only if you let me have the aux.”
“An ox? That’s an odd pet, no?”
“No, Papa, like the- the aux cord.” She explained through laughter, mimicking plugging in the cord.
“Oh. I see. Sure, you can have the aux.” Terzo laughed, waving his hand.
“Oh, and now that we’re being open with each other, can you please tell me about the time you showed up drunk to mass and started freestyle rapping?”
“The time I- how?”
“Mom told me about it.”
Per l’amor del cielo.
☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓
AAAAAAAAAAAAA!
this one was so fun and challenging to write but so worth it!!! i’m obsessed with their relationship. 😭
i really hope you enjoyed!!
more violetta content is coming soon!! and maybe another child as well 🤭
❤️, alice
#the band ghost#ghost band#papa emeritus iii#terzo#ghost#papa emeritus#terzo x reader#papa emeritus x reader#papa terzo#papa emeritus iii x reader
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𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜
pairing. izuku midoriya x gn!reader
synopsis. you drew a picture of the perfect guy for you. little did you know that drawing came to life.
word count. 1.9k!
cw. just some fluff and wholesomeness! :3
It was dark out in the city of Japan. Almost everybody is asleep. Conversely, you are just sitting in bed reading a book about a beautiful couple.
You closed the book as you were done reading it. You held the book close to your chest and sighed dream-ishly.
"Deep voice, cute smile, enchanting eyes, pure heart...why are people like that so hard to find?"
Just then, an idea struck you like a lightning bolt. So you got up, grabbed your pencils, pens, and colors, and decided to draw the man of your dreams.
"Let's see what I can do."
A few hours later, you came up with a beautiful portrait of a man with fluffy green hair, wide doe eyes that matches his hair, four symmetrical freckles on each side of his cheeks, and of course, his pure smile.
"Phew, finally done." So you said as you began to stretch. You look at it with admiring eyes and begin to grow tired after a while. You rubbed your eyes and gently set your drawing on your nightstand. You turn off your lamp and cover yourself in warm, soft blankets as you drift off to sleep.
A mysterious light shone in your bedroom as you had your sweet dreams. The light shone from the portrait, and the man from your drawing appeared.
The man looked around the room as if everything was new to him. He spots a mirror behind him and sees himself there. He took a moment to admire his appearance; he was astonished.
"Wow, they drew me really well." He looked at you as you were sleeping peacefully. Then, he sat in front of you and admired your angelic face.
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It was now morning, and you were interrupted by the sun shining in your eyes. You woke up to see a strange man right in front of you.
"Oh, wow. What a beautiful dream I'm having. It looks so real, though," You said sheepishly.
"I know I'm too handsome to be real, but I can confirm you're not dreaming."
"Oh my god, I could listen to his voice my whole life."
'Okay, I guess I have to do this" He reaches his hand to you and pinches you in the arm.
"Oww! Wait! I'm not dreaming!" You looked at him in shock. You got off the bed and ran towards the corner of your room.
"Who are you?! How did you get into my apartment?!"
"Hey! Calm down!"
"Calm down?! How am I going to calm down when there is a literal stranger in my house!!"
"Well- That's a good point, but-"
"I'm going to ask again! Who are you and how did you get into my apartment?"
"Don't you recognize me?"
"What do you mean do I-" You took a closer look at the guy and realized that he did look familiar, almost straight out of a picture.
"Wait... you're-you're that man I drew last night!"
"Yeah! That's what I've been trying to tell you! Kinda weird that I'm alive, don't cha think?"
You were at a loss for words. How in the universe that the man you so beautifully drew come to life? What kind of hocus pocus is this?
"I'm kind of hungry, do you have any food I can eat?"
Still a little bit freaked out by your come-to-life drawing. You scooted your way out the bedroom door and headed towards the kitchen with Izuku following behind.
"What would you like to eat?"
"Hmm, perhaps Katsudon!"
After about 30 minutes, Izuku is sitting on your kitchen table, stuffing his face in that sweet and savory sauce.
"Wow, this is really good! I could eat this every day!" You chuckled at his compliment. He was really cute, guess you really are a good artist.
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"So you don't remember anything about your life in the book?"
"I came from a drawing, not a book"
"Wow, you forgot the love of your life" You teased.
"I-I don't love a-anyone!" He stammered. His face was as red as a strawberry.
"I'm Y/N, by the way," You introduced. "What's your name?"
"I don't have one" He replied. Right, he came from a drawing, of course, he doesn't have a name. "Oh, well then. Your name shall be...Izuku!"
"Izuku...I think that's a fitting name" He smiled.
"So, Izuku, do you want to explore my world?"
"Maybe later, I want to watch a movie"
"Okay, let's see what we got" You grabbed the remote to turn on the TV and put it on Netflix.
"Let's see...we got Red Notice, Level 16, Ava..."
"How about The School for Good and Evil? That seems like an interesting movie?"
"Sure is, considering that this movie is based on an actual book series. I've never read it but I'm sure it's a good book. Let's watch!"
You hit the play button and the remote and watched the movie. After some time, you turned to look at Izuku, who was watching the movie with adorable exciting puppy eyes. You smiled at him, admiring his attractiveness.
"I kinda feel bad for Sophie. All she ever wanted was to escape the horrible mistreatment of her townspeople and be who she wants to be" Izuku explains. You felt warm and happy hearing him say that.
"Yeah, Sophie just wanted Tedros to be her true love, and when he broke it off, that made my heart ache"
You both kept watching until you both fell asleep.
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You wake up to the sound of Izuku's happy-go-lucky voice.
"Wakey wakey! Time for brekky!" Izuku was standing beside your bed, holding a tray with pancakes and a glass of milk.
"Wow! You made me breakfast?"
"Yes! Now eat! You must be starving"
"Smells amazing! I didn't know you could cook considering I'm the one who made you Katsudon"
"I just follow the recipe I found online. Now hurry up and eat! I want to explore your world" He set the tray on your bed and went out of the room.
After breakfast, you showered, dressed, and headed out with Izuku. You brought him to a small building where you could see bright lights shining through the window. You both headed inside to see the arcade machines.
"Welcome to the arcade!"
"Arcade?" He gives you a puzzled look.
"It's a place with many electric games. You play it and can earn tickets and use those tickets to get prizes. Ooh! Let's go on this one, come on I'll teach you!" You dragged him with you. It was a motorcycle racing game, fit for only 2 players. Izuku surprisingly learned fast.
"I'm going to win this, you'll see"
"Oh, keep dreaming honey" Izuku was taking this too seriously. After a few minutes, he ended up winning.
"Yay! I won!"
"Argh! Let's try another game"
"You wanna lose again?"
"We'll see about that"
"Let's try this one! Come on!" He ran to another game like an excited little baby. You chuckled and followed him"
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After visiting the arcade, you took Izuku to the library.
"Wow, so many books"
"A lot of characters like you are in each book"
"Wow"
"I'll get some books then we'll go back home to our comfy bed to read"
"My favorite thing to do"
"Same, honestly"
You brought the books and you both went home.
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You both covered yourselves in comfy, warm, blankets. Izuku wrapped his arms around your waist as he stared at the book you brought.
"Y/N, can I read for you?"
"Sure" you smiled.
Izuku reached over to the coffee table and grabbed the book. You placed your head on his shoulder and listened to him as he read the book word by word, his deep voice was a whole other level of tranquility. You closed your eyes and slept peacefully on his shoulder. Izuku noticed you and smiled, he placed the book on the nightstand and slept too.
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"Your food is the best" Izuku said while eating another bowl of Katsudon you made for him.
"I'll gladly cook for you everything" You smiled.
"Wow, I love you" You knew he didn't mean it like that but your heart started beating fast after hearing it from him.
A bit of time passed and you guys are both laying in bed again, reading another book. "Slow dancing in the living room, warm lighting, music in the background... I wish I could live like the main character's in this book"
"Allow me to help you" You looked at him, a bit confused about what he is doing.
Izuku went over to your speaker and played some music, he made sure the lights were dim, and then...
"May I have then dance, my love?" He says as he extended his hand to you. You were a bit taken aback by his action and flustered, but you gladly accepted his hand and you two started slow dancing.
Izuku's hold on you was gentle as if you were a fragile glass, afraid that he might break it. As if you were the most precious gemstone ever. You got lost in each other's eyes, your mouths may have been shut but those eyes were speaking for themselves. Everything was perfect, you didn't want this to end.
"So this is what love feels like..."
Days passed you and Izuku had gotten even closer and your feelings for each other got deeper and deeper every day. Everything was perfect in a way that made you fear that this was just a beautiful dream, but reality isn't always so bad as people say. Reality can show you each and every color of happiness...
"The weather is amazing," You said.
"This moment is amazing" Izuku added.
"Yes...yes indeed" You looked at the view in front of you, admiring it.
"The city lights are so beautiful" Izuku looked at you deeply and said...
"Oh, darling, out of all the city lights, none of them shines brighter than you"
Surprised, you turned to look at him.
"I found everything I wanted in those eyes of yours. I found a friend. A home. Pure love...and I can't help but fall even more for them. I love you...my heart chooses to beat just for you"
Eyes tearing up from the heartfelt confession, you grabbed him by his collar and kissed him. He kissed you back, gently pulling you closer.
"Reality can show you each and every color of happiness"
#izuku midoriya#izuku midoria x reader#deku imagine#izuku x reader#izuku fluff#mha izuku#bnha deku#mha imagines#oneshot#fluff#bnha midoriya#bnha izuku#deku x you#deku x reader#izuku x y/n#izuku x you#deku x y/n#izuku midoryia x you#deku fluff#bnha x reader#bnha fluff#mha fluff#mha x reader#mha x you#boku no hero acadamia#my hero acadamia#deku midoriya#deku#izuku#mha oneshot
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Any chance I could request a little Jake x reader where reader is Marc's wife? She knows of Steven and Jake (and has met Steven), but Jake is all new to her. NSFW would be so slay 💅
Even if you DONT do this request, please know I read everything you post and I love you sm
𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝
Pairing: Jake Lockley x F!Reader
Warnings: Smut
WC: 1.5k
A/N: Anon you are so sweet 💞 You said a little but my fingers started acting on their own... Came out more as a mini character study but they shag I swear. Its just heartfelt. 😩
Your sudden scream echoed against against the muggy tiles of the bathroom, cutting through the quiet flat so suddenly that before Marc could even finish being startled Jake had already forced himself to the front, feet thudding against the floor before the bathroom door is flung open.
The site of you stood over the window with water dripping down your skin stops him in his tracks.
Marc was smitten with you from the moment he met you, that much was obvious to both Jake and Steven alike. The body's heart raced, their palms began sweating and their eyes always trailed after you no matter where you were in the room. It did come as a surprise when Marc impulsively asked you out, an action uncharacteristic of a man so usually closed off and wary of letting people in.
The bigger surprise came when you so openly accepted their DID. Steven had been complaining about how little he was getting to front since Marc's relationship with you began, going as far as to argue on behalf of their mysterious third alter since even he must be getting less chance to sneak about. Jake didn't get involved.
When Marc finally opened up to you and introduced Steven, and, without hesitation, you insisted you would love every part of him, including any other man living in his body, it was Steven's turn to fall head over heels. Jake still didn't get involved.
Even when Marc and Steven jointly proposed to you, even when you said yes and the three of you vowed to stand side by side through eternity and beyond, in sickness and in health, Jake made his own vow not to get involved.
Just because the other two knew about his existence didn't mean he had to be actively involved. Just because you were married and gave Marc and Steven their hard earned happily ever after didn't mean he had to get involved, that wasn't what he was made to do. He was there when shit hit the fan, when Marc's knuckles went from bruised to bloody, when they needed to bite and clamp their jaws shut over the throat of a threat. When danger reared its head as quick as a belt.
Jake was not made to see the most beautiful women the world could create, with steam curling around her body, water droplets cascading down her skin where he'd learned to expect blood.
The bathroom door slamming against the wall got your attention as the form of your tense, rigid husband filled the door frame.
"Sorry babe, there was a spider. I already let it out the window, didn't mean to startle you." The sympathetic smile you gave him should've been enough to ease him, earn a sigh or a 'Phew' if it was Steven fronting. Not now. The man in front of you stood as if he'd been born into this stance, shoulders squared, eyes narrowed and sharp, jaw set. The man in front of you wasn't either of the men you stood at the aisle with. That left only one other person it could be.
"Jake?" The name was one foreign to your lips, spoken the way people said the names of ancient, mythological figures, of someone they'd heard while curled in bed, covers pulled up to their nose. As if saying the name out loud would invoke something.
It did.
Finally the man reacted, eyes flying up to meet your stare, wary as a beaten dog. Jake knew you were aware of him, knew Marc and Steven vaguely mentioned the fact he existed, but having you say his name was something more. He wasn't a rare, passing conversation topic now, the local cryptid haunting your home. Jake was made real, grounded in the present and not simply the flashes of violence and horror marring the body. Now he was the deer caught in the headlights, frozen at being seen.
With a hesitant step forward you reach for him, placing your hand gently on his shoulder. To you, it was to ground him, connect with him, show him you were open to him. Briefly you wondered if your fingers would slip through him like smoke.
To Jake, it was the first time someone had touched him without the sting of violence, and yet your touch still stung, still set his body on fire, his heart racing. To Jake, now given a moment in time to want, it was all he'd wanted.
His lips were on you before your back hit the wall, ravenous and desperately molding himself against you, breathing you in. When your arms went around his neck, wrapping him up in you, it was a miracle Jake stayed standing. Rough, calloused hands ran over you, fingers pressing against every inch of your skin, every pore. Hands that had only been present to be stained with blood were now being coated in you and he couldn't get enough.
The first chance you had to catch your breath was when you were being lifted without warning, pined between the wall and the panting picture of desperation in front of you. For a brief second your mind managed to catch up with you, 'Was this ok? Would Marc and Steven be ok with this?', but before any answer could've possibly came to you his tongue had laid claim to your mouth.
A key difference between Jake and Marc and Steven was Jake's world was fast, one where you had to give all or be reduced to nothing. Take what you can and take it now, because all you have to your name is a handful of time and the need to survive. That heady desperation defined Jake in all aspects, a fact he was carving into your mouth as his tongue tangled with your own while his hands all but ripped his trousers off.
This was the second and final time you were given the mercy of a breath, because when his mouth left yours, his cock had plunged inside of you. A strangled grunt gets caught in his throat as he holds you in place against the wall, head burrowing into the crook of your neck and taking the chance to bite at you, mark you, leave proof that he was here, that it was Jake Lockley that had pried those gorgeous moans from you.
His thrusts were as imposing and hard as the rest of him, wasting no time at setting a brutal pace, cock never fully leaving you as the sound of skin slapping skin and your gasping cries filled the bathroom. It was raw and primal, his hands like claws as he squeezed you as close to him as he could, bottoming out thrust after thrust, fucking you the only way he knew a man could.
The angle had his pubic bone grinding against your clit, creating an accidental rhythm while he slammed into you over and over and over. There was no let up, all you could do was dig your nails into his shoulders, wrapping your legs around him as he held you there and had his way with you, not even able to arch against his vice like grip on you.
Pleasure was being pulled from you so suddenly, so rapidly, it was already overstimulating, but Jake Lockley didn't work in half measures. It was all or nothing, fast and furious, there was never time for him to stop and catch his breath before, and he wouldn't make a habit of it now. Your clit was throbbing violently, walls clenching sporadically as he panted over you, both of you heading towards joint ruin with open legs.
When said ruin came, it was complete and utterly so. Your orgasm was quick but completely overwhelming, legs twitching and trying to clamp shut around him as he fucked you through it, rutting against your abused clit with no remorse. Jake's own ruin was quick to follow though, and it came over him with a roar as he barely managed to suppress the loud, rumbling moan clawing out of his throat. He was panting like an animal as he spasmed inside of you, his pace becoming frantic and stuttering as his body fought to keep moving. His moment couldn't end.
Despite his efforts, end it did, with his dick softening as he was left panting, staring down at your neck with a gaping mouth. He'd left his mark on you, bruises were scattered across your skin, crescent moons denting into the flesh of your hips, carved by his fingers. Was this it? Was this all he'd get from the world, this fleeting moment with you? It was more than he'd wished for, but now that he'd finally been allowed to want, he wanted more. He wanted you.
A soft hand on his jaw brought his gaze to you and the breaths he'd just fought back into his lungs left him. Your eyes were soft, slowly tracing over his face, savouring a moment to just look at him, the face of a man without the shadows that obscured it. The face of Jake Lockley.
He was too entranced to react as you leaned closer to him and placed a gentle, delicate kiss to his parted lips. After what he'd just done to you, the pleasure he'd ripped from you, after you'd let him all but claw his way between your legs, now you were opening your heart for him to claw his way into as well.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Jake." Now, for the first time, Jake was truly involved, body and soul.
#jake lockley#jake lockley x reader#moon knight#sorry this turned out more wordy than smutty#but its just how it be#omiwrites#i dont even watch fast and furious but im not taking that part out
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Everdoor
spiritfarer!Johnny mactavish x spirit!Reader x spirit!Simon Riley
I’ve been playing spiritfarer and I got inspired, this is mostly from Johnnys pov, kinda bittersweet ending?
Being the new spiritfarer wasn’t an easy task but when Johnny was choosen for it he knew he could handle the weight and burden of having to cross over the many spirits still stuck in the ethereal plane “Johnny” the previous spiritfarer Price grumbles lowly, Soap was quick to look up at the large creature like man “yes sir?” He replied, “make me proud” was all Price said as he crossed over into the Everdoor.
“Okay Riley” johnny huffed as he looked down at the German Shepard by his side wagging its tail in happiness “let’s go help some spirits hm?” He smiled as Riley barked in reply reaching his large hand down to scratch behind the dogs ears before turning to his controls setting his navigation to some random island on the map.
That’s where he met the first spirit who would board his ship, standing before him was a very large cloaked figure at the end of the pier staring out into the vast nothingness “hello?” He called out causing the spirit to quickly snap towards him “who are you, how’d you get here, how’d you find me” the spirit shot off rapid questions already on guard “I’m Johnny but you can call me Soap I’m the newest spiritfarer” he reassured putting his hands up to show he’s harmless “my boat took me here I’m guessing to bring you aboard” the cloaked figure held an aura of distrust as it reluctantly followed Johnny to his ship.
Once the cloaked figure set foot on his ship it’s cloak immediately vanished leaving a very broad and tall man with a skull mask staring back at him “I’m Ghost” the spirit grunted as he looked at his new surroundings before digging around his pocket to give Johnny his obal
Days and weeks passed as Johnny upgraded his ship, helped other spirits cross over while Ghost remained never growing close to any of the other spirits, always sticking to himself only really talking to Johnny or playing with Riley. “Phew another spirit in the Everdoor I’m on a roll aren’t I” he grinned at Ghost who was sat in his own house that Johnny had built for him “you remind me of my old team” Ghost mumbles as he looks lost in thought “always ontop of things, always together” that’s all Ghost said for the rest of the day deciding that he just wanted to be alone worrying Johnny just a bit.
He couldn’t stay worried for long as he docked at a new island filled with cherry blossom trees and strawberry bushes which he quickly harvested as he made his way up towards the lone cabin at the very top of the hill. “Hello?” He called out to the cloaked figure sitting at the lone bench over looking the sea “hello?” He called out again as he made his way towards them “hello Spiritfarer” you say still not turning towards him “I’m guessing you’ve come to take me away from my home” you inquire turning slightly to look at the large man “only if your comfortable with that” he reassures “well I mean it’s time isn’t it I can’t cling to the past forever” with that he watches as you rise up take one last look at your home and follow him to the ship once onboard your cloak melts away revealing your form standing before the only other spirit on the ship and Johnny “it’s been so long since I’ve been around others” you snicker
The three of you were thick as thieves growing closer and closer as the days turned to weeks then months everything was well sure you’d had a few times where Johnny was worried because you were struggling against an unseen foe, or when ghost would have what he could only guess were ptsd flashbacks that caused him to be catatonic for days, the good times outweighed the bad in his eyes as long as you both remained happy then he would keep trying to make you both better.
“Johnny” Ghost said one day after Johnny had fed him his favorite food of beans and toast “I think it’s time Johnny” Soap felt his heart drop into his stomach he knew this day was coming but he would never be ready for it “I’m ready to go Johnny” ghost said as he placed a calloused hand on Johnnys warm cheek “you know what to do” Johnny nodded a sadness burying itself in his heart as he set his navigation to take him to the Everdoor
“I’m gonna miss you Simon” Johnny watched as you said your goodbyes to your beloved Ghost hugging him tightly and pressing a soft kiss to his cheeks then his lips only letting go of his hands as Ghost boarded the small boat that would take him to his final resting place “ready” Johnny questioned his voice thick with emotion “ready” Ghost reassured as he gently placed a hand on Johnnys knee giving him a smile behind his skull mask.
“I’m grateful for everything in my life” Ghostst began as Johnny continued to row “grateful for my team, for the tragedies, for meeting you and them” Ghost smiled as he took off his mask wanted to feel the breeze on his face one last time “I’ve done bad things, and at one point I was sure I was a villain but when you look at me it makes me want to be a better person” Johnny sniffs but keeps a strong composure “I've never deserved you anyway... But I've loved you, and that won't stop even if I'm not around anymore. The ones who really love you never really leave you, you know” Ghost reassured as they stop in front of the large door Johnny quickly rushing to pull ghost into a tight hug inhaling his strong scent “I love you Simon” Johnny murmured as Ghost rose above him disappearing in a burst of light
It was lonely without Ghost on the ship but things had to keep moving, Johnny continued helping spirits cross over while you remained unmoving wanting to stay by Johnnys side for as long as you can teaching him lessons on how to open up to people, to love, to grieve properly. “Even when I leave you Johnny I’ll wait for you on the other side so you don’t have to cross alone” you smiled as he pressed a soft kiss to his lips before disappearing into your house.
The day johnny had been dreading had come you were ready to leave you had told him so as you were helping him into his orchards “I think I’m ready Johnny” you say as you put the fallen apples into a basket “I’m done fighting the inevitable I’ve had a wonderful experience seeing the world with you but it’s time for me to go” you gently cup Johnnys cheek and all he can do is focus on remembering your touch “you know what to do”.
Johnny couldn’t fight the few tears rolling down his cheeks as he helped you into the small boat watching as you sat across from him brilliant smile never leaving your face “you know I used it be such a logical thinker, everything had its place, everything was black and white, then when I got sick I started changing started learning a new way of living and I always wanted to pass that down to someone and I’m grateful it was you” you coo as you reach out to caress Johnnys cheek “The only lesson I have left is to show you what we're made of. Of ephemeral starlight. We're but a few particles of thought on the vast stream of consciousness” you sigh happily as you lean forward pulling Johnny into a soft kiss wrapping him up in your arms “I love you Johnny and I��ll be waiting” with that he watched as you burst into a ball of light taking your place amongst the stars next to his beloved Ghost.
Years passed Johnny lost track of how many souls he’d helped pass on but now his time was up it was his turn to crossover and he knew that you and Ghost would be waiting for him with open arms and happy smiles.
#ghost#cod mwii#ghost x reader#cod modern warfare#ghost mw2#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#john soap mactavish#soap x reader#john mactavish
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GOLD RUSH
thomas shelby x fem!reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: being best friends with ada shelby was one of the best things that had happen to y/n. she knew of her brothers but never became close to them. thomas shelby was an enigma to her. everyone wanted him, everyone feared him, and everyone served him. however y/n hates that, what makes him so special. even though secretly there was a desire to get to know the man underneath the facade he put up.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, angst, fluff, drinking, smoking, blood, death
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 8.4
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is for @runnning-outof-time halfway to 2k celebration so go and show some love. also gold rush by Taylor Swift. also set in season 1 but doesn’t follow some chronological times. also might make a part two tell me if you want that, and phew this took me some time.
𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 |
KNOWING Ada Shelby and being her best friend was an experience that’s for sure. It was usually a good experience but sometimes these escapades her and Ada would go on would get them into deep trouble. Ada with her brothers and Polly whilst Y/N would get in trouble with her mother.
But luckily for her she turned 18 she got her own place with the money she got for working at the Garrison. The only downsides to that job is that she would have to see the one and only Thomas Shelby almost everyday. She didn’t have to see him for the most part when they went to war. That was the only thing she gave Thomas credit for, he did serve their country and now came back even more broken than he already was.
It’s not that Y/N had anything against Ada's older brother, what she had trouble with is the way everyone treated him. People wanted him, women specifically, they worshipped the ground he walked on. He didn’t have to pay for most of the shit he does, but that was mostly because people were scared of him but Y/N wasn’t. She rarely spent any time with the Shelby’s unless it was when she was sleeping over with Ada, so she didn’t speak to Thomas, Arthur, or John that much, but she had a few conversations with their aunt Polly. But for the most part she stayed out of their business.
Deep down though Y/N wanted to know the man under the mask of Thomas Shelby, what made him so desirable to everyone. But that was a secret deep down Y/N wasn’t ready to admit to herself.
So Y/N did what she did best when it came to Thomas she just avoided him and ignored him, she didn’t want to give him more of an ego than he already had.
Meanwhile for some time now Y/N has been covering for Ada as she was sneaking around with Freddie Thorne, who Y/N knew was Thomas’s ex best friend, the man who saved his life in France. She had warned Ada about getting involved with Freddie telling her that it would cause way more trouble, but Y/N thinks that’s why Ada did it.
Everything went down when Ada disappeared and she found out that she was pregnant through Polly.
“She’s what,” Y/N gasped as her blood ran cold.
“She’s pregnant and somewhere with Freddie,” Polly explained snidely, not wanting to repeat herself.
“Where is she,” Y/N asked quietly.
Y/N didn’t get an answer from Polly which angered her more. But underneath all that anger she was sad, sad that her best friend didn’t come to her with the news that she was pregnant and soon to be married.
On the walk to her home a few tears escaped luckily with the rain it covered up the pain in her eyes. But it didn’t help the pain in her heart. All her life she was loyal to Ada, helped her through everything and now she didn’t even know where she was. Maybe y/n thought, maybe she was too caught up in her own life to see what her friend was going through. Curling up into bed she let her mind drift into a peaceful sleep.
An abrupt knock jolted Y/N up from her deep slumber as she sat up right. Rubbing her eyes she looked at the time and realized it was only 8:30. Groaning out of frustration she got out of bed. Who could be at her flat at this hour.
“What,” Y/N snapped as she flung the door open, an angry expression written all over her face. But it was replaced by surprise as she saw Thomas Shelby standing outside her door. “What are you doing here especially at 8:30 in the fucking morning Thomas,” She sighed with irritation in her tone.
“Where is she,” Thomas snapped at her.
“If you’re talking about Ada and I’m assuming Freddie as well, your guess is as good as mine since I have no bloody clue where she is,” Y/N huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest as anger spread all over her body.
Thomas let out a sigh out of anger and walked past her, Y/Ns eyes widened at the audacity he had.
“What gives you the right to barge into my home and look for your sister,” Y/N yelled as he looked in her bedroom and the bathroom, the only two rooms she had. “Wanna check under the couch as well,” she asked as he came into her vision.
“If she’s not here you must know where she is,” Thomas let out a huff as he rolled his eyes.
“Well it seems like you’d be wrong since I didn’t even know she was pregnant,” Y/N answered, letting her arms fall down to her sides.
“And Freddie,” He asked, putting a cigarette in his mouth and lit it.
“Of course I knew about it, and before you get on to me about that if I had told you Ada would have hated me for the rest of our lives,” Y/N explained rubbing her fingers at her temples as a headache started to roam in.
“As opposed to where you are now,” Thomas calmly says as he lets out a puff of smoke. Y/N bit her lip trying not to let out a sarcastic laugh. “It seems like my sister was lacking trust in you,” He says as Y/N clenched her hands trying to control her anger.
“Do you speak to all women this way or is it just me,” Y/N let out a sarcastic laugh.
“I haven’t gotten a complaint yet,” Thomas sparkly replied as he went to exit the flat.
“Well this is me filing one,” Y/N shouted as he slammed the door rattling the pictures on the wall.
God she hated this man.
Y/N took some time off work, luckily Harry let her or Arthur since it was his up now. They had just hired another barmaid, Grace so she was happy to take some time to wallow. Maybe Thomas was right, Ada was lacking trust in her for some reason. Whatever it was that made Ada not tell her it made her sad. She’d always had Ada in her life and now she didn’t even know where she was.
Now a week later Y/N was feeling a little better as she returned to work. There was still a tear in her heart but she tried to brush that off. But she hoped that she wouldn’t see Thomas at the pub, she didn’t want to see his arrogant face at the moment.
Luckily she didn’t see him for a while and soon enough it has been months since she saw him. Most of her thoughts are swarmed on how Ada hadn’t contacted him once and soon the sadness turned to anger. Y/N trusted her with her life but it didn’t see reciprocated.
Wiping down the table she tried to not let thoughts run through her mind. Midway through cleaning there was a knock on the private room. Sighing, she opened the partition to see Thomas standing there.
“What do you want,” Y/N asked, annoyed as she stared up at him.
“You’re barmaid, bring me some whiskey,” Thomas ordered and knowing she would have to take it up with Arthur she complied. Handing him the whiskey and with a plastered fake smile on his face. As she was about to close the partition he stopped her putting his hand on hers.
“Come sit with me,” Thomas says.
“I have customers to serve other than you Mr. Shelby,” Y/N replied sarcastically trying to ignore the way his skin feels on hers.
“Grace is here. Come,” Thomas says as he closes the partition.
Maybe if she just talked to him this would be over, and she could go back to her job. Walking around the bar she opened the side door and saw him sitting there with a cigarette between his lips, per usual.
“What,” Y/N snapped as she took a seat next to him.
“I wanted to apologize about what I said, Ada does trust you more than us probably,” Thomas apologized looking everywhere but her eyes.
Y/N gaped at him with shock in her eyes. Never once in her life has she seen Thomas Shelby apologize to anyone. It’s also been so long she hadn’t even remembered what he had said. She didn’t even know what to say, this is the first time she has even been alone with him so it was a bit awkward.
“You don’t have to,” Y/N whispered, staring at the table in front of her. Her heart was racing.
“I know I just thought I’d let you know that you are an important person in my sister's life and she’d alway trust you,” Thomas explained.
“How do you know, I mean I haven’t seen her or Freddie in months. Maybe she just didn’t want to tell me things anymore or just didn’t care too,” Y/N explained pouring her heart out. She didn’t know why she was doing this but everything just came out.
“Truth is I don’t know just a gut feeling,” Thomas replied as he poured a glass of whiskey for him and got another out for her.
“Hopefully your gut feeling is right because I’m going on with nothing,” Y/N muttered, grabbing her glass and gulping it down and ignoring the sting. “Have you seen her,” She asked as she set down the glass.
“No the only person who has is Polly,” Thomas answered as Y/N let out a sigh. “I have seen Freddie,” He says and she looked at him with a concerned look in her eyes. “And no I did not kill him, don't worry.”
“I didn’t think that I just thought maybe you’d beat him to a pulp,” Y/N muttered.
“That was a thought in my mind but out of good conscience I didn’t,” Thomas let out a dry laugh.
Y/N let a smile crack as she never thought she’d be smiling at something that Thomas Shelby had said. But maybe perhaps she was wrong about him or there was something deeper to him than he let on.
“I thought Thomas Shelby doesn’t apologize,” Y/N teased remembering what he said when she was younger.
“I usually don’t,” Thomas gave her a tight smile.
“Am I just special or did you just feel bad,” Y/N asked, turning to face him.
“Just hadn’t seen you in sometime and didn’t want you to not be around because I made you mad,” Thomas explained taking a hit off his cigarette. “But then I thought maybe it’s because you hate me,” He says.
“I don’t hate you, I just hate the way people treat you,” Y/N corrected him, leaning over him to grab the whiskey and pouring herself another glass.
“How’s that,” Thomas asked, narrowing his eyes.
“Like you’re the knew Jesus Christ or something along the lines,” Y/N cheekily answered downing the shot glass.
Thomas hummed and nodded, budding out his cigarette, taking another sip of the alcohol that sat before him. While Y/N downed the 3rd glass.
“Okay I think that’s enough,” Thomas says, taking the bottle of whiskey out of her hand making Y/N pout.
“That sucks, I wanna get drunk,” Y/N explained.
“I think you’re already there love,” Thomas says, looking her up and down.
“Whiskey was always my weakness,” Y/N let out a little laugh. “You wanna know a secret,” She asked.
“What is it,” Thomas asked curiously.
“I don’t hate you I actually had a wee bit of a crush on you,” Y/N giggled as she felt more and more intoxicated.
Thomas’s face dropped as Y/N looked over at the clock and stood up and almost tripped. Luckily Thomas caught her and set her straight.
“Woah where are you going,” Thomas asked, a little concerned with her drunken state.
“Home my shift is over,” Y/N slurred as she stared up at him and tried to straighten her posture but ended up tripping on her own feet again. “Damn it,” She cursed as she grabbed Thomas’s shoulder trying to steady herself.
“Okay you can’t walk home now let me take you to Polly’s then you can go home tomorrow,” Thomas explained.
“No,” Y/N shook her head. But before anything could happen she felt herself tripping again Thomas picked her up bridal style.
“Okay you need rest and I don’t feel like walking miles,” Thomas gruffly replied
Y/N nodded resting her head on his shoulder letting her eyes close and fall into a deep slumber.
Around a week later Y/N still hadn’t shown up to work out of shame. She didn’t want to see Thomas after she had gotten drunk and he had to take her to his aunt's house so she could get some sleep. She was thinking about quitting and that was no joke.
In the middle of cleaning around the house she heard a knock on the door and her heart rate sped up a little. Knowing who it was she went up to the door and looked through the peephole.
“Hey Thomas,” Y/N greeted him while opening the door, letting him inside her home.
“Haven’t seen you in a while,” Thomas says with his hands inside his coat.
“Yeah sick,” Y/N lied while letting a fake cough out. Thomas rolled his eyes knowing she was lying. To be honest he kind of missed her presence around the pub. He would never admit it to her but the thought kept rolling around.
“I just wanted to invite you to John's wedding,” Thomas broke the awkward silence as he handed her the invention. Her eyes widened; she didn’t know John was getting married. But she felt a spark when he handed her the tiny paper.
“As a date,” Y/N blurted out. Thomas let out a chuckle.
“If that’s what you want it to be,” Thomas gave her a smile as he went to exit the house. “I’ll pick you up in a couple hours if you want to go,” He said before he left.
She stared at the invitation as her heart began to race at the thought of a date with Thomas Shelby. The same guy she couldn’t even be in the same room with not even a year ago. Biting her lip she pondered if she should go or not. Would it be inappropriate as Ada’s best friend to go with her elder brother?
Sighing Y/N looked at the piece of paper one last time, eyes scanning over it, before she put it down on her kitchen table. Burying her face in her hands, her heart and her head were at war at the moment.
Looking up at the ticking clock it says 11 am but he would be by to pick her up at 4pm. Usually Y/N doesn’t like to go out of her little bubble so this time she wanted to take a chance and go with her heart. Walking into her room she goes to her closet and looks through all the pieces of clothing trying to find the perfect thing to wear. Grinning ear to ear as she finds the dress she was intending on looking for. It was her favorite, not too showy but not too bland.
When the clock struck 3:00 she decided that she should start to get ready, deciding to do her hair first, then her makeup and finally she put the outfit on. Standing in front of the mirror she tries to not be too giddy. This might not even be a date to him so she thinks the worst so she doesn’t get disappointed.
A knock on the door interrupts her inner dialogue and she takes a look at herself in the mirror one last time.
“Coming,” Y/N shouted before running to the door and swinging it open and smiling when she saw him standing.
“Didn’t think you’d actually want to go,” Thomas clears his throat after looking her up and down.
“Well I thought about it and then realized I never wore this dress and soI thought this was the perfect occasion,” Y/N teases, giving him a smirk. “Do I look pretty,” She asks as her heart starts to race.
“The dress only adds to your beauty,” Thomas compliments, making her smile as goosebumps go up her arm. “We should get going, we're going to be late,” He says after looking at his watch. Y/N nodded, giving him a tight smile as he opened the door to the car and she hops in.
On the ride to wherever they were going Y/N and Thomas make small talk commenting on how rough the roads are. It actually surprises Y/N when he asks about her interest and what she does in her free time.
She happily answers on how she loves to ride horses, it was one of the best things she can do. Y/N talks about how she rode into the fields when she was younger and just watched the sunset. Thomas says that he has a horse and maybe sometime in the future they will go on a ride together. Biting her lip she nodded, almost feeling her heart jump out of her chest.
“Stay in the car I have to sort something out first,” Thomas orders before getting out of the car.
“What’s going on I thought this was just a wedding,” Y/N asks furrowing her brows, confused.
“Listen, don't tell anybody I told you this first, but John doesn’t know he’s getting married. I made a deal with the Lee family to settle our disagreement so we can take out Billy Kimber,” Thomas explains, giving her a stern expression.
Y/N gapes at him, a flabbergasted look spread on her face. Billy Kimber is someone you don’t mess with, that's what Y/N knows, he’s a very dangerous man.
“Thomas Billy Kimber is one of the most dangerous men I’ve ever heard. Why are you going against him and you better not be selling them those guns I’ve been hearing about,” Y/N snaps at him.
“If you hadn’t realized sweetheart, I’m a dangerous man as well,” Thomas replies with a small smile before walking towards the gaggle of men. Sighing she slumps back in the car rolling her eyes.
As the wedding starts Y/N stands by Thomas’s side after he comes to get her. But she is shocked when Ada shows up and Ada gives her a sympathetic look probably for not contacting her for months.
But the wedding starts before she can say anything to Ada biting her lip she shakes her head trying to keep the emotions from exploding out. Everyone claps as John and Esme kiss and Y/N smiles at the now married couple and claps along.
Later on at night everyone is either drinking or dancing with happy expressions on their faces. Y/N finds herself a seat so she can’t ponder. Why didn’t Thomas mention that Ada may be there? Maybe he didn’t know but she can’t be so sure.
A tap on her shoulder snaps her out of her thoughts and she looks up and sees Thomas standing there with a blank expression on his face.
“Mind if I sit?” Thomas asks, blowing out a puff of smoke.
“If you want,” Y/N mutters, putting her hand on the table and picking at a chipped piece of the wood. “Did you know Ada would be here?” She quietly asks.
“I didn’t know I had someone give her an invitation and I was hoping she would be here, that's what I thought you would want as well,” Thomas explains, sliding a drink towards her.
“Well I thought you’d give me a warning,” Y/N snaps, snatching the glass and gulping it up. “She hasn’t even talked to me Tommy I think she’s mad at me,” She whispers as tears gather in the corner of her eyes.
“Think she’s just feeling guilty about leavin’ you out of things,” Thomas reassures her putting his hand on top of hers. Feeling his hand on top of hers makes goosebumps arise again.
“Hopefully you’re right Tommy ‘cause I can’t take it when people are mad at me,” Y/N explains with a little laugh. “You know you’re not as bad as you let on,” She softly says, giving his hand a squeeze.
“Well I think you’re the only one who thinks that,” Thomas sighs.
“Come on Tommy I’m sure there’s a few people that think you’re pretty amazing,” Y/N tries to reassure him this time.
“I made a deal to keep Freddie out of town that’s why you haven’t seen Ada around that much,” Thomas blurts out making her eyes widen.
“Made a deal with who,” Y/N asks with a worried look on her face.
“The chief inspector. You hate me again,” Thomas says, rolling his head and looking her in the eye. His tone is almost as icy as his blue eyes.
“To me it seems like you’re just trying to get everyone to hate you. Am I right or am I wrong?” Y/N sighs looking at him giving his hand another squeeze. “Even though I spent most of my life hating you, I do know that you care about your family and you wouldn’t do these things if you didn’t care,” She explains.
“You’re one special lady aren’t you,” Thomas smiles at her softly.
“And you’d be the only one who thinks that,” Y/N returning a soft smile.
Before he can ask her what she means by that, Polly calls him over and Thomas lets out an irritated sigh. He gives Y/N a sympathetic look and she stands up letting go of his hand.
“Don’t worry I have to get home soon anyways, I’m feeling a tad tired,” Y/N says trying to uplift his mood.
“Okay but I’m going to take you on those horse rides one of these days,” Thomas says, reminding her of the conversation they had earlier.
“I don’t doubt it,” Y/N laughs. “Don’t take too long you’re my ride,” She says, taking a cigarette out of her purse and putting it between her lips. Searching her bag she tries to find a light.
“Here,” Thomas lights his lighter and puts on her cigarette. “I’ll be back, don't be too bored without me,” He teases.
“It’ll be hard,” She laughs, blowing smoke out of her mouth.
A minute passed by and the cool air blew her hair into her face. Her heart is still beating fast from the conversation she had with Thomas. She hated to admit but she loves his company and the way he makes her feel like she’s on cloud 9. She can’t wait to feel like that over and over again.
People yelling tore her out of her gaze and she turned around seeing Ada push Thomas. Y/N side putting the ashes on the ground and stepping on it. She has signed up for this drama ever since she was 10.
“Holy shit water,” Polly curses as Ada groans, putting her hand on her stomach.
“Bloody hell Ada, you do pick your times don’t you,” Arthur yells making Y/N roll her eyes. As Polly pulls Ada into the car along with Esme Y/N walks up to Thomas.
“You might want take me home before your niece or nephew is born,” Y/N says.
“Don’t you want to be there,” Thomas asks, confused.
“Don’t think she wants me there anyways she has Polly and Esme there to help,” Y/N clears her throat. She really wants to be there with Ada but she doesn’t want to put any more stress on her.
“I’ll have Johnny Dogs take you home. I may need to do something before the baby comes,” Thomas explains.
“Freddie?” Y/N questions raise an eyebrow.
“Maybe who knows,” Thomas gives her a cheeky smile before pressing a kiss onto her forehead.
The ride home was nice, Johnny Dogs wasn’t that bad of a person to talk to. He also commented on how close she had gotten with Thomas and Y/N just shrugged trying to sound convincing when she said there wasn’t anything between them. He just laughed.
A knock on the door disrupted her from her sleep and she looked at the time. It was only 1 am and she had a feeling on who it was.
Padding across the wooden floor she opened the door seeing Thomas standing there wet from the rain. He looked a bit sad and angry.
“What’s wrong Tommy, get in before you catch a cold,” Y/N sternly says/asks and pulls him inside into the warm comfort of her flat.
“They took him,” Thomas whispered.
“Who took who Tommy,” Y/N asks confused as he stood there breathing deeply.
“The police they took Freddie,” Thomas whispered, keeping his eyes on the ground. He didn’t want to see the look in her eyes, the same look in Pollys and every one of his family members.
“How,” Y/N says shocked as she crosses her arms over her chest.
“I don’t know, but everyone thinks that it was me but it wasn’t. I did not call them,” Thomas rushes out like he’s trying to explain it to her.
“They think it was you didn’t they,” Y/N questions after a few moments of silence. He takes a deep breath before walking around the couch to take it. Letting out a shaky breath he nodded.
“I don’t even blame them I could see myself doin’ that,” Thomas says rubbing his face with his hands.
“Want some tea,” Y/N questions trying to change the subject. “It may help calm your nerves,” She says going to her kitchen to make some at least for sure.
“Yeah sure,” Thomas says confused, why isn’t she mad him like Polly or Ada.
While the tea is brewing she walks to the couch and sits next to him. Taking a deep breath she rubs her eyes because she’s still tired.
“Sorry for waking ya,” Thomas apologizes.
“The second apology from Tommy Shelby I must be really special huh,” Y/N teases with a small grin resting on her face, it seems contagious because he lets one out as well.
“You believe me?” Thomas questions quietly rubbing his hand across his chin.
“My gut is telling me you didn’t but it does seem something you would do to protect your family,” Y/N explains. “But I feel like you wouldn’t do that, especially when Ada was giving birth,” She mutters.
“Well that makes you the only one,” Thomas murmurs leaning back on the couch. “You mind if I smoke,” He asks, trying to be polite.
“By all means I smoke here everyday,” Y/N replies and stands up abruptly when she hears the teapot wailing. Whilst she’s up Thomas takes a cigarette and lights a match and puts it on his cigarette.
“Here you go it might be that good, I’m not really good with a kitchen,” Y/N quickly says sitting back down next to him.
“It’s fine I have to be gettin’ home soon anyways,” Thomas reassures her.
Putting his hand on the cup he doesn’t wince at how hot it is which makes Y/N surprised. Gulping down the tea before she even picked hers up makes her shocked. Standing up he puts his cap back, before he could leave Y/N wraps her arms around his neck giving him a hug.
Thomas doesn’t respond for a minute before wrapping his arms around her waist leaning into the hug. Pulling away she presses her lips against his cheek.
“I’ll see you soon Tommy,” Y/N whispers, resting her hands on his arms.
After he left Y/N finally let’s a big breath out. Sitting down she enjoys the silence while taking sips of her tea before walking to her bedroom and lies down. Pulling her covers over her form she ponders on who could’ve taken Freddie.
For a moment she thinks it maybe Thomas, which makes her roll her eyes at her own stupid thought. It does seem like everything is pointing at him but can’t shake the feeling off that it’s not him. A year ago she would’ve completely thought it was him, but ever since she’s been spending so much time with him Y/N can’t help but think it’s not him.
Maybe it’s because of the underlying feelings she has for him but Y/N shakes her head, “Let’s just deal with this shit tomorrow,” She mutters to herself, before closing her eyes finally going into a deep slumber.
Over the next week she’s only seen glimpses of Thomas which confuses her. She thought that she’d be seeing more of him but maybe he just didn’t like her like that. For that reason her heart sinks to her stomach as cleans out a glass.
This past week's Y/N finally came to terms that she has been feeling something for Thomas and it scared the crap out of her. Thomas probably only sees her as his little sister, that’s how he’ll always see her and her heart hurts only at the thought of that.
That’s probably why he’s been avoiding her, because he knows she feels something for him and he doesn’t want to let her down or just plain up reject her. Shaking her head she tries to concentrate on her work but Y/N can’t help having her thoughts wander to Thomas.
“Snap of it Y/N,” She quietly chastises herself.
She bids goodbye to Grace as the blonde walks out of the now empty pub beside Y/N. It was closed which made her let out a sigh of relief, finally she can have some quiet time with just her and her own thoughts.
All night it was just filled with the town drunks who kept asking for drink after drink. And every time the door opened Y/N looked up to see if it was him and every time it wasn’t it made her heart break every time.
Putting the glass away a harsh knock on the door snaps herself out of her self pity. It was probably just some other drunk who thought the pub was still open.
Walking towards the door she opens it hastily getting ready to shout at the person standing there. But her eyes softened when she realized it was Thomas.
Thomas hastily moves past her and walks around the pub, frantically setting up chairs like he’s getting ready for something. Y/N eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“Leave that open,” Thomas orders her while pointing a finger in her direction.
He walks around pacing as Y/N returns behind the bar looking at him worried as he breathes heavily. He takes his hat off putting it in his coat pocket. As she goes to pour a glass out for him he shakes his head.
“No,” Thomas rasps out.
“What’s wrong, are you waiting for someone,” Y/N asks, putting the lid on the bottle of alcohol.
“Yeah,” Thomas answers, pulling out a gun and loading it, making Y/N’s heart skip out of fear for a minute.
“This late at night,” She swallowed, trying to calm her heart rate.
“Midnight is as good an hour as any,” Thomas answers, putting the gun on the bar as Y/N lets out a shaky breath.
“What the fuck is going on Thomas,” Y/N curses as his behavior is starting to concern her. She’s never even held a gun this is the closest she’s been to a gun.
“When the St. Andrew’s bell strikes midnight, two IRA men are going to come through that door,” Thomas explains pointing at the door instead of answering her question. Walking around the bar he comes towards her side as he continues to explain. “When they have what they want, they plan to kill me.” He says while bending over picking up another gun from underneath the counter. She didn’t even know that was there. “It’s your job to stop that happening,” He concurs.
“You could’ve given me some warning before you sprung this on me,” Y/N snapped as her heart was about to leap out of her chest. She felt like she was going to have a heart attack.
“I just found out myself,” Thomas explains himself as he loads the gun and loads it. “They want to meet here alone.”
“And barmaids don’t count,” She questions.
“No. Barmaids don’t count.” Thomas answers walking around her and pointing to the back room. “Now, you’re gonna be in that back room. I’m going to be sitting there.” He points to the chair closest to the back room. “When I make a toast, you’re gonna come out with that thing raised.” He turned around to face Y/N pointing to the gun. Y/N stood there fear stricken as he explained all of this to her. “You don’t shoot, you just point. I’ll do the rest.” He reassures her as Y/N grabs the gun with shaky hands.
“Are you gonna kill them or just hurt them?” Y/N questions taking a deep breath.
“No, the police want them alive.” He answers, shaking his head.
“Do they know about this,” She questions, raising an eyebrow, confusion written all over her face.
“Look, just hold it up.” Thomas avoids the question and wraps his hand around her wrist having Y/N point at the wall. His breath on her neck made a shiver go down her spine. “Just point. Right?” He explains and his head snaps in the direction towards the door as the clock goes off. “All right, go.” He pushed her in the direction. “Go on. Go!” He exclaimed.
“I’m going calm down,” Y/N whispers running towards the back room as Thomas gets the glasses and some alcohol.
Y/N takes a deep breath leaning her head against the wall as she hears Thomas walking around trying to get everything ready.
As she hears the door open she lets a silent shaky breath out trying her best to not collapse in that moment. Their footsteps sound louder than they actually are and Y/N holds the gun close to her chest. Biting her lip she tries to stay as still as possible so no one suspects a thing.
To Y/N it seems like they’re doing a trade off, Thomas asking for cash she ponders on what it could be. He mentions them needing a shovel and Y/N prays its not a body they’re going to dig up.
The guys laugh which makes her posture go straighter than it already was. “You thick fucking tinker,” One of the guys spats out. “Did you think we’d let you live,” He questions.
“Make your peace Mr. Shelby,” The other guy says. Y/N wraps her finger round the trigger getting ready for those words.
“I will make my peace my own way.” Thomas tells them. She peeks out the door biting her lip to not let any sounds escape. Thomas sniffs and raises his glass, “To barmaids who don’t count.” He says.
Biting her lip Y/N makes herself knock raising the gun in her hands and she can feel her own shaky breath, hoping she wouldn’t need to use it. Her hands shake as she holds the gun up pointed at the two men. She can tell they’re shocked to see her there and when she sees one put a gun on their lap she pulls the trigger without thinking.
Y/N can tell Thoma’s shocked as he instinctively raises one of his arms above his head. As the guy lays dead there Thomas the other guy gets into a heavy brawl and she just stands there frozen with her gun still pointed at the guy.
When she does try to help she gets backhanded and this is when she realized she should’ve taken some lessons from Ada when she offered. When she does find the strength to get up she sees Thomas head but the guy he’s under.
Her eyes go wide as he grabs a bucket and repeatedly beats the guy up the head. Her mouth drops as she watches the scene before her. She’s never seen Thomas act like this even when they had to beat people up he never did something like this.
She leans against the counter somewhat afraid and somewhat worried about Thomas. As he stands up and takes a deep breath he closes his eyes and walks over to stand in front of her. She lets out a tiny breath as his hand ghosts over her cheek, where she was hit.
Thomas wipes a stray tear that trailed down her cheek. She didn’t even realize she was this close to crying. But somehow his touch made her calm down. Letting out a shaky breath as he grabs the back of her head.
“Why’d you shoot?” Thomas asks and she comes to the conclusion that he didn’t see a gun.
“He had a gun he was going to kill you or me,” Y/N hoarsely replies as more tears start to flow out. “I killed someone.” She whispers as it dawns on her. She had taken a life without thought. If she could do that, what else is she capable of?
“Now you’ve seen the real me,” Thomas whispers, holding her cheeks in his hands.
“I’m sorry,” Y/N whimpers as her hands find the lapels of his jacket.
He slowly brings her into a soft embrace and Y/N rests her head into the crook of his neck as his hand softly caresses the back of her head trying to calm her breathing down. She does the same, bringing her hand to his neck lightly, Thomas’s breath is shaky as he breathes in her ear.
They stand there for sometime just enjoying each other’s company and trying to calm down but her head perks up when she hears the door open.
Thomas reluctantly lets go and faces the policemen who stand there in front of them.
“You were supposed to come on the sixth chime.” Thomas snaps pointing a finger at the three men. “You were supposed to come on the fucking sixth chime!” He shouts as the men stand there unfazed.
Thomas rolls his eyes as the policeman walks to the body that he had beaten up.
“They refused to surrender,” Thomas says more calmly as he leans against the bar. Y/N stays back and lets him do the talk as her hands are still shaking. “They fought well. They were brave men.”
“Well, he looks like he was killed by a wild fucking animal,” The policeman says walking up to Thomas with a mocking tone in his voice. “Still. This never happened and they were never here,” He said. “Who cares?” He questioned.
“Get the bodies out of here,” Thomas quietly demands as he can’t even look at what he has done. Still a bit shaken up, she walks to stand beside Thomas.
“All right, are they making the lady uncomfortable?” He asks as he takes a look at Y/N who stands close to Thomas. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it, then, eh.” He says with a tone that made Y/N clench her jaw.
She stands next to him as the police take the bodies. Y/N gives Thomas a light squeeze for reassurance.
Thomas had decided to walk Y/N home which she was secretly thankful for. She was still shaken up at what just happened. There was this comforting silence between them as they walked side by side to her flat. Luckily the fresh air had managed to calm her breathing down.
As they stop in front of the building he hands her a cigarette he’s been taking hits off. She takes it without hesitance and takes a hit and blows the smoke out of her mouth.
“Thanks,” Y/N muttered under breath and handed the cigarette back to him, Thomas gave her a curt nod.
“Get some sleep you need it,” Thomas orders pointing to her door before turning around to walk to his home before Y/N could utter a word.
Walking into her flat was a little bit unnerving after the escapade that just happened. She sets her coat on her couch and decides she’ll just sleep in these clothes as she takes off her shoes.
She pads to her bedroom and lays on the soft comforter and pillow and she lets out a relaxed sigh. Y/N closes her eyes and tries to block out everything that had just happened. It felt like this whole nightmare and she would just wake up and everything would be fine again.
Soon enough her thoughts lead to her falling asleep in a deep slumber.
A couple days went by and Thomas stopped by one to see if Y/N was working and she was. He gave her a soft smile as she looked at him. Y/N returned the gesture and went back to work before he could talk to her, he understood. It was probably traumatic for her as much as it was for him.
When it became dark she saw Harry and Grace talking to each other and she let out a sigh as she poured herself a shot of whiskey. Y/N felt numb as those days went by and she didn’t really know how to feel.
The door chimed as Thomas walked into the pub and he looked at Y/N and she felt herself instantly calm down but her heart started to race again. Not the bad kind but the good kind. He gave a nod towards the private room to her and she got the message and followed him there.
“I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry for what happened the other night,” Thomas apologized.
“That’s the third time you apologized to me. I'm starting to feel lucky,” Y/N grins. “What’s wrong,” She asked when she realized something was off with him.
“I’m going to have to lie low for a while,” Thomas blurts out, making Y/N’s eyes widen a little.
“Why? What’s happened,” She questioned as anxiety started to naw at her.
“I lost my bargaining power,” Thomas says. “The copper I told you about, it’s just me and him now,” He explains. “When I get back I promise you we are going to go on that horse ride,” He promises her, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. Her heart felt like it could burst.
“I overheard Harry and Grace saying the police are already in Digbeth,” Y/N rushed out as she had just overhead the man and the blonde.
“Yeah,” Thomas nodded.
“Why did you come here? You could’ve gone somewhere where they couldn’t find you Tommy,” Y/N asks.
Before he could answer Finn opened the door and looked at the two with a scared expression on his face. “The police are in the lane, Tommy!” Finn expresses as he looks out of breath.
Before anyone could do anything she grabbed his hand and said, “Come with me.”
Y/N pulled Thomas out the back door and they rushed down the street in the back alleys to her flat. This is the only place she could think of that would be safe. At least at the top of her head.
Opening the door she holds it open for Thomas and he steps in and puts his cap on the kitchen counter. Turning on the light she can finally let a breath of relief out.
“Hopefully they won’t find you here, I haven't told anyone where I live,” Y/N reassures him, wrapping one of her arms around her body.
“They shouldn’t,” Thomas agrees.
“You want some tea,” She asks, walking towards him.
“Sorry yours sucked last time,” Thomas jokes, giving her a small smile. Y/N laughs gives him a playful shove before walking into the kitchen. “But I will take some whisky if you have it,” He says.
“Whiskey it is,” Y/N gets two glasses out and pours some for her and some for him. She gulps it down before taking a breath. “Sorry it’s been a few stressful days,” She says quietly.
“You got any food,” Thomas asks after gulping his down.
“No, I'm a terrible cook. I usually go to my mothers for food,” Y/N laughs. “She may be a bit annoying but her food is to die for.”
“What about your father,” He questions.
“He actually died before I was born so my mother raised me alone,” Y/N explains, circling her finger around the rim of the glass.
Feeling a bit nervous she goes to her window to see if there’s anyone there and she sighs of relief when she sees no one.
“Don’t worry when the trouble dies down I’ll let you be,” Thomas reassures.
“You don’t have to,” Y/N blurts out without thinking. He raises an eyebrow. “I mean you don’t have to let me be is what I’m saying,” She quickly explains.
“I’m flattered,” Thomas gives her a small smirk.
“You’d do the same for me right,” Y/N questions giving him the same look he’d given her.
“Couldn’t say no to you,” Thomas replies.
“When do ya think it’ll die down, I hate coppers,” Y/N explains and asks.
“Late I would say,” Thomas answers as Y/N wrings her hands in front of her.
“So not til the morning, that’s great I have to stay up worrying they’ll come and get you,” Y/N smiles to let him know she’s joking with him.
“I‘ll stay up with you,” Thomas reassures walking up to her. He puts his hand out. “Would you like to dance?”
“I have no music,” She laughs.
“Doesn’t mean we can’t dance and from what I remember from Ada is that you’re a terrific dancer,” Thomas tells her with a little grin at the corner of his mouth. His palm is still up right and she takes it.
“I’m not that good Ada was exaggerating,” Y/N giggles.
He wraps his arm around her waist and she puts her hand on his shoulder as they dance around her flat. She feels kinda stupid since there’s no music but as he looks at her with his ice blue eyes she feels happy.
He releases her hand and puts it on the other side of her waist and before she can say anything his lips are on hers. At first she's a little shocked but she snaps out of it and puts her hands on both of his cheeks as she kisses him back.
Thomas’s hands are caressing her hips as he guides her through her flat and towards her bedroom. She lets out a moan as his tongue slips in and once they’re finally in her room, she has to take a breath. Thomas uses this to unbutton her dress from the back and she takes his jacket off and then helps him take off her dress.
His lips returned to hers after he took off his shirt. He lies her down and her hand goes to his back as he goes to unbutton her bra. She can already feel how turned on from kissing she is and she’s a little embarrassed about it.
After he got her bra off his lips went to her neck kissing and nipping at the exposed skin that was exposed. She lets out a moan as his lips find her sweet spot. His hand goes to the right boob and uses his thumb to circle her already hardened nipple.
“Tommy,” She moans and arches her back. He continues to lick and nip at the spot that makes her go weak. His hand leaves her boob to go and take off her stockings and panties. Now fully naked Y/N can feel herself start to get embarrassed but before she can do anything his lips return to hers as he goes to unbutton his pants.
His finger swipes across her folds making her whimper as he starts to rub her clit. He flips them over so that she is on top and he continues to kiss her and harshly rub at her clit.
Thomas guides his length to her folds and she lets out a loud moan as he pushes himself in. Luckily she was wet enough and it started to feel good. She started to gyrate her hips and Thomas let out groans as she clenched around him. Y/N wraps her arms around his shoulder as he finally hits that one spot that makes whimper.
“That feel good love,” Thomas whispers in her ear, making her nod and moan louder. His thumb returned to her clit.
He’s close and she knows he is too as she started to gyrate faster and faster. “I’m close Tommy,” She moans in his ear as he grabs her hips to slam into her.
Y/N moans loudly into his ears as she clenches around his cock and cums. Hard. Thomas continues to slam into her until he groans spilling inside of her.
Rolling off of him she pulls the blanket over them both as she’s breathing heavily. Thomas pulls her closer so that she is resting upon his chest. Her fingers ghosts over the tattoo that rests.
“Like your tattoo,” Y/N whispers.
“I like your everything love,” Thomas whispers as he presses a kiss to her forehead. “Get some rest love,” he whispers and she nodded and closed her eyes.
Thomas soon shortly follows and closes his eyes trying to get rest.
When Y/N wakes up she reaches over to the other side she notes that Thomas isn’t there. Y/N sits straight up and looks around to see if he’s in the room. She holds the blanket close to her chest. Looking on the pillow he was sleeping on there’s a note.
Picking it up says. ‘Don’t worry love I’ll be back and we’ll go on the horse ride’ she smiles and brings it closer to her chest. She can feel it. She loves him and it took her sometime to figure it out but she loves him.
Laying back down she stares at the ceiling and can’t help herself when she thinks of the future. No matter what she’ll have the people she’ll always love.
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